꩜⋆. ─ 𝓽ags : fluff - tutoring sesh - ft. kirishima - katsuki lowkey talking to himself - use of y/n - implied fem!reader
꩜⋆. ─ 𝔀/𝓬 : 0.5𝓴
𝓶 𝓪 𝓼 𝓽 𝓮 𝓻 𝓵 𝓲 𝓼 𝓽
𝓴atsuki bakugo wasn’t well known for his patience and easy going demeanor. he was usually brash and abrasive, but today was different.
he was deep into an explanation of advanced trigonometry and its functions or whatever. his voice was lowered a few octaves, almost as if he was whispering. he made sure to keep it low so that the idiots in the common area wouldn’t be drawn to his room.
“…and if you don’t find the common denominator before you isolate the variable, the whole equation goes to shit. basic logic, nothing hard. look at the third step here. see how it flips?”
you’re across from him, eyes dropping shut. you murmur a ‘mhm,’ elbow propped on the table with your chin resting in your palm.
“…so the cosine is going to dictate the curve on the graph…you got it?” when the only response he gets is a soft, even breath, katsuki looks up from his paper. his ruby red eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of you. you had your hand further up on your face, face completely relaxed in a sleeping state.
“unbelievable.” he muttered, setting his pen down on the desk. katsuki stared at you, genuinely confused and exasperated. he never understood you. he was the least calming person in all of U.A. High, yet here you were, snoring on your homework in front of him. the blonde leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms.
“this is why you can’t keep your damn grades up.”
katsuki told himself he should wake you up. he should snap his fingers in your face or grab your shoulders and shake you. instead, he just sat there in the quiet ambience of his room. his tightened eyebrows loosened as his eyes grazed over your expression. without the stress of classes or training, you looked genuinely peaceful. you were all over the place usually, but this was a nice sight.
a stray lock of hair fell across your cheek and he stared at it for a few seconds. he clicked his tongue and reached to tuck the pesky strand behind your ear. his warm fingertips brushed your skin and you stirred, but didn’t wake up.
when he realized what he had done, he sucked his teeth and looked away. “fuck, you’re turning me into a sappy sack of shit.” he mumbled, finger scratching at his arm. a knock at his door made him jolt upwards.
katsuki growled and got up from his chair. he tore the door open with a little bit of force. “what.”
kirishima stood in the hallway. “hey, bakugo! have you seen y/n—“
“keep your voice down.” katsuki cut him off, his voice hushed in a whisper. “oh! sorry.” kirishima said apologetically. “…do y’know where—“ katsuki opened the door a little more, revealing a now snoring you to his friend.
“dude,” kirishima snorted. “ your tutoring session was that boring?”
the blonde rolls his eyes, heat creeping up his neck embarrassingly. “shut the hell up. what’dyou want?”
“oh, mina’s gonna order some takeout and sent me to ask her what she wanted.”
with a sigh, katsuki told kirishima what you usually order when they get takeout and sends him back to the common room after telling him you’d be down when you finished this assignment. he turned back into his room after shutting the door and walked back to the desk. “you get ten more minutes of peace, you idiot.” he uttered, taking his phone out to set a timer.
𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓾𝔂𝓾𝓾 ✦ ─ wrote this at 4 am lowkey i’m so tired blaugh
you feel bakugou before you see him. it could have been your own instincts, or simply a familiarity with the sound of his quirk and the pattern of his breath, and different. no danger.
bakugou only ever visits you in the after hours. a habit of his work, you know. it isn’t his choice even if it is ultimately by his design.
more often than not, you’re asleep when he shifts through your window, a muted flare of orange light raising him inside the vanilla fragrant room, atop a creamy duvet. his palms find your legs like magnets, nitroglycerin smoothing over your calves and thighs, sighing softly to himself.
alive. warm. unharmed.
they work themselves up your hips to your waist, and he circles your middle. lays over you, kisses down your sternum and inhales where you’re warmest. dreams of him turning you sweet.
it’s about then you tend to wake, blinking sleepily through the dark and finding eyes like amber watching over you. too intent, too searching. if you were a lesser person, you might’ve been afraid by his relentless pursuit and possession.
cw: 18+, minors dni, they be fuckin dick n pussy style, f!reader
note: yes thank you jcole for this, completely inspired by that song.
bakugou katsuki is a virgin. it’s not something he talks about often and he’s not in conversations where his sex life comes up in public so he can’t blame you for not knowing he is. in fact, you believe he’s a pro of some sorts. he’s strong, sexy, smart, you wouldn’t believe he was a virgin. how could he be looking like that? but then again he would have thought the exact same thing about you if you didn’t tell him first.
after a few cute text messages back and forth, a whole load of flirting, him telling you things he’d wanna do to you and you’re being oh so agreeable, the message to get everything going is you saying, “i want you to show me.”
leading up to it, he’s low-key embarrassed to admit he’s actually a virgin and he’s stressed the fuck out. you’re texting him excitedly because you’ve planned to finally do it this saturday. “my parents aren’t home for the weekend so come whenever you want :)” and all he’s got to say is, “yeah baby sounds like a plan.”
when katsuki walks into your bedroom, you’re pretty and eager. in tiny pyjama shorts and a tight tank top that makes your tits look plush. you stand right under his nose, palm on his chest as you brush your lips against his jaw, “you needa take care of me ‘ki. i don’t want it to hurt.” you lay soft kisses across his jaw, ducking into his neck and katsuki’s chest feels like a tsunami. your touch feels so good, his dick is getting hard in his underwear and he’s overthinking everything. do guys get hard just from kisses? hurt? is he going to hurt you? what if you cry? what if he comes too quick?
but he wants to take care of you, he wants your first time to be with him. he smoothes his hands under your tank at the skin of your waist. he starts to massage you, ducking down to squeeze at your ass, “course i’ll take care of you baby. treat you like a princess like you deserve.”
you glance up like a puppy. round glossy eyes and parted lips that he’s begging to the gods that he doesn’t bust right there. your arousal is evident, fuck, he feels like he can smell it in the room. “like i deserve?”
“fuck, yeah baby,” and your first kiss of the night is shared. he pecks your lips, a little awkwardly he thinks, only touches half your lips and the rest on your cheeks but your smile right after shows you don’t think it is. you slide your hands up to his neck and he sighs, a fluttering high pitched one that makes him feel embarrassed. it doesn’t help you giggling afterwards.
“don’t laugh,” he huffs with a frown, bending forward so both your noses are brushing against each other. “gotta sensitive neck.” something he only realised today.
“sorry, ‘ki. guess it won’t be too bad if i…,” you stand on your tiptoes and lay little wet pecks on his cheek then covering his neck.
like the whore he is, he stretches his neck and moans. bakugou moans unlike he’s ever moaned before. the moan travels from the deepest pit of his gut, into his lungs and almost erupts like a volcano. you’re not even touching his dick yet, and he’s moaning like he’s buried deep inside you. he doesn’t feel this hot burn in his chest when he masturbates in his bedroom. is this supposed to feel this good? just kisses on his neck? but it isn’t just anything, it feels like everything. your hands are sneaking up his shirt and he doesn’t mean to but one of his thighs is slotted between your legs. he can feel the heat from your pussy and he’s not sure if it’s his mind playing tricks on him but he swears it’s a little damp on his thigh now.
“do you like that?” you whisper, and fuck, apparently your cute little voice can be drenched in seduction making his dick strain against the zipper of his jeans.
he grunts and he hopes you know he’s agreeing, “love it baby, fuckin’—.” and he snaps out of it, flicking his head down to meet your eyes.
you stop at the abruptness of his movements, insecurity sneaking into your eyes as you drop back down on the balls of your feet.
“sorry did i—.”
“this is about you darlin’, not me,” he splutters, sliding his forearm under your ass to pick you up and you squeal, tightening your arms and legs around his body.
heat smothers your lower half at the fluidity of his movements. how easily he picked you up, like you weigh nothing to him to even how he held the back of your head when he rests you back on your bed. then he pulls up from you, sliding his hands down your waist, your bare thighs till he’s back to his full height.
bakugou stares down at you. if not for the fact his immense size over you should terrify you, the massive tent in his jeans actually might end up wrecking you. but his stare becomes softer, the hot arousal swimming in his ruby pupils turning possessive and… ambitious?
“‘ki, i know you’re a pro but you need to be gentle,” you nervously smile, sitting up on your forearms to pull your top over your head, your nipples stiffening with the brush of cold air. katsuki moans audibly, your hand reaching up to palm at his bicep and your calf brushes at his waist.
“you’re gonna kill me baby,” he mutters, bending down to press timid kisses to your breasts, nibbling a little around the sides.
he feels your throat tightening at his touch, your fingers sneaking up to rake through his hair. “oh… oh my… katsuki, i…” you tremble out, a sharp inhale when he takes one breast whole in his mouth to suck.
if bakugou was being honest here, he wasn’t sure what he was doing. he was using his hands to feel how you were reacting and every nibble had your leg pulling him even closer to you. your back arched at every suck and you sounded angelic, “katsuki, you’re doing so… feels so good.”
and he lets go of your breast with a pop, his lips wet and your breast shiny. “you’re beautiful. y’know that, right? a fuckin’ angel on earth.”
you’re already feeling overwhelmed. your first time topless in-front of a boy, hornier than you’ve ever been in your life and he’s being so sweet, almost romantic how he strokes his thumb against your hip and pecks your cheek. you don’t think you’d even have the words to say thank you so you just tug the hem of his t-shirt.
“take it off,”
“anythin’,”
it’s like an advert, a french cologne one or an underwear one. the masculine way he takes the corner of his top and yanks it off with one swoop. the sweet strong smell of him taking over your bedroom. bakugou katsuki is gorgeous. you almost feel grateful you’re one of the lucky girls he lets see him like this.
“and your jeans. off… please,”
bakugou laughs, a harsh fluttering one that tickles your insides. he hopes you like how he looks. how amateur is that? he feels like he’s a regressed a little, just a boy hoping a pretty girl thinks he’s handsome. so after embarrassingly hopping on one foot to yank off his jeans, his dick hardens even more now there were no constrictions, especially when a giggle leaves your lips. he kneads your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed.
you both have your underwear on and you both can clearly see the patch of wetness in his boxers and your panties. he was massive. just like you thought and you swear he was growing the longer you looked at him. the room slid into a silence for a moment. just you both admiring both of your bodies, how close you both were if you removed your underwear.
bakugou cleared his throat, your eyes flicking away from his tight black underwear to his glowing pupils. was he staring at you for too long? wouldn’t any honest man stare at you as long as he did?
“so d’you like what you see?”
instantly, he regrets what he said. he hopes it comes out cocky, like he’s expecting you to say yes instead of slimy with insecurity. though immediately you nod, a cute little hum that makes you rub your lips together and shuffle even closer to him that his dick is pressing between your legs. pressing against your pussy.
“yes. you’re so sexy,” and you glance away from him a second, like you’re nervous to admit something, “you make me wanna touch myself.” you bite down on your lip, squeezing your eyes shut as if to compose yourself.
“oh shit. fuck.” he wasn’t expecting you to say that.
“i’m gonna take your shorts off,” ask, idiot, “you gonna let me take them off?”
your eyes snap open, and you’re like dough, letting him do anything he asks. you nod, your lip still between your teeth. you’re so gorgeous.
holding his breath, katsuki grips the top of your shorts and pulls them down your legs. in his mind he’s going way too fast, he wants to feel the smooth curve of your ass, your supple thighs, your strong calves. in your mind he’s going way too slow, but you’re obsessed with how he’s looking at you. like he wants to bite, suck, taste every bit of you, his eyes low yet focused like he needs to commit every bit of you to memory. you want him now.
once your shorts are off, you’re now laying bare for him and your knees knock together to hide yourself from his desperate gaze. he makes no move to pull your knees apart, despite how much he’s dying to. instead, he just rests each hand on top of a knee and says, “can i see you princess? dyin’ to see you.” might as well be honest.
there probably wasn’t anything he could ask from you that you wouldn’t do. with a gentle breath, he can tell from the rise of your chest, you drag your knees apart.
and there you are.
his hands slide down your thighs, stopping right at your pussy lips. then a strangled, pained groan leaves his throat. you were wet, soaked in fact, strings of your own pleasure sticking from each side and there at the top was your cute little nub.
“you’re gonna make my dick fall off,” he mumbles so incoherently that you only half hear what he says though you make out the ending, a chuckle coursing through your veins.
“i’m ready for you, ‘ki.” you smile and it’s as if you’re glowing from the insides. your teeth white with your lazy grin and you already look fucked. eyes lovelost and bottom lip plump from his kisses.
“you don’t want me to eat you out? i wanna taste you baby,” he’s talking to your pussy at this point, his thumb brushing from your ass cheeks, pass your pussy to your clit. you’re a bundle of nerves, every part of you vibrating and reacting at his touch. you blink, realising what he just said.
eating you out? that’s an offer? you take a second to imagine what it would be like, his pretty face between your thighs, licking and gulping you down. pressing your wriggling hips down with one hand as he works you to an orgasm with only his mouth.
“next time, okay? wanna feel you inside me,”
as much as katsuki wants to bury his face in you, maybe even be suffocated by your thighs, he was the tiniest bit grateful he’d have some time to research before he went down on you. by research he might ask kaminari. or todoroki, who knows what he gets up to.
“next time then. i won’t forget that,” he straightens out with you, even levelling you with a glare and point of his finger that doesn’t match the sexy atmosphere at all. he wants to kick himself for that but your eyes widen at his playfulness before succumbing to a sweet giggle.
“promise. take off them off now,”
and idiotically, he follows your stare to his underwear, dropping his head down and gulping. fuck. it’s time. katsuki does what he does best, making it about you so he doesn’t worry about himself.
“no rush baby, i’m gonna be here all evening,” he jokes, and now he’s overthinking it, when does bakugou katsuki joke? so with one deep breath, he scrambles out his underwear, leaving his thick leaking cock to slap against his chest. he’s never been so hard in his life.
“oh my… that’s not gonna fit inside me, ‘ki,” you stammer. you look sorta scared of his extra limb, your eyes fearful though your fingers curious, reaching up on your forearms to touch him.
“if you touch me i’m gonna—,” he tries to warn but it’s too late. your tiny palm, much smaller than his, wraps around him tightly and he needs to brace himself forward for some stability.
“are you… do you usually get this hard?” you ask, following the pulsing thick veins that coat him and your pupils are glossy with curiosity now.
“only for… only for you, fuck,” he groans and he doesn’t mean to, he doesn’t even think he’s in control as his hips begin to thrust in your hand. you gasp as he does so, watching his body, his abs tightening and the clench of his jaw. katsuki drops his head in your neck and you can’t help the bloom of pride in the centre of your chest. you’re doing this to him. whatever you’re doing… is getting him like this.
he’s thrusting into your palm and you only wonder how he’d feel between your legs, inside you. the ridges and veins rubbing against your walls, every twitch and the pure masculine heat of him on top of you.
then you feel his fingers wrap around your wrist and his voice is muffled against your neck. “i’m not gonna fuckin’ last inside of you if we keep at this.”
you’re amazed at how he sounds like he does after a workout. he pulls away from your neck and a gush of wetness drips from between you. you clamp your legs together so he doesn’t notice the growing stain in your bedsheets. his blonde hair is tousled, messy and so fucking sexy. his cheeks are a breathless pink and his lips are parted, inching towards yours like he needs you to breathe.
he only means to peck you but you both keep getting lost in each other, forgetting what he came here to do. but this is part of the fun, right? after sucking on your tongue, he kisses away the string of spit and softly pushes you back down.
then he panics for a second, “fuck, lemme get a condom.”
after scrambling for his jeans on the ground he holds one up like won a prize. then you had the joy of watching bakugou rip a condom open with his teeth, pinch the top and roll the rest over his dick. this is how he practiced, those videos he watched before he came here and the night before.
“you’re so sexy.” you whisper and he realises how completely disconnected he is from you. lost in his head while you’re lost in him. he mentally punches himself.
“not as sexy as you baby,” he cheeses, placing his hands on your hips pulling your knees apart to see you again.
“i’m gonna take it slow, okay baby? gonna take my time on you. tell me if it’s too much.”
holding the base of his dick he easily finds your slippery hole. quickly, he rubs himself up and down you to lubricate himself before slowly pushing himself into you.
“there we fuckin’ go. good girl. my good girl,” he mutters, teeth gritted as an inch of him disappears inside of you. “fuck,” he groans the same time as you sharply inhale, your lower half tensing up.
“relax for me baby, it’ll feel better when you relax okay?” and he’s not sure where this reassurance comes from, he’s not sure if he’s even correct in what he’s saying but one of his thumbs come to rub at your hip and you’re so fucking tight around his tip he’s low-key proud he hasn’t nut yet.
“too much ‘ki, too much,” you whine, your hands grabbing at his shoulders to embrace him and once he bends down to get closer to you, he accidentally slides further into you.
“oh… oh shit… katsuki,” he looks between your squinted eyes to both of you connected. another inch inside.
“sorry baby, didn’t mean to. you’re doing good, so pretty under me,”
and he’s not sure how he does it but you open your eyes as his hand cups your cheek.
“pretty?”
he nods with a grunt, “pretty like a fuckin’ doll.”
like his compliment spurs you on, you shuffle under him, repositioning your back so your legs are in the air, “move… try move now.”
“y’sure?”
“mhm.”
and then he thrusts another two inches into you, analysing how your eyes flutter shut and your mouth gapes open. your nails scratch at his back as your hand grips a tuft of his hair.
“oh katsuki, oh my god.”
you’ve never felt so full in your life. this was different than your vibrator or your tiny dildo you’ve used on yourself for many nights in this same bed. this time youve got a real beating dick inside of you, filling you up it’s as if it’s tickling your throat. once you let the initial bodily surprise of him rush over you, you press a kiss to his neck.
“move ‘ki,”
and bakugou starts rocking into you, thrusting in and out slowly. he hopes he doesn’t mark you from how hard he’s gripping your hips but he’s trying, no, he needs to go slow for you. “you feel better princess?”
bakugou groans when your hips begin to rock back into his, slapping back into him with a loud pat pat pat in the air. holy shit, he was having sex, having sex with you.
“yes, feels good ‘ki. so full, like you’re e-everywhere.” you moan, tits jiggling with every thrust you both make.
your hand trails down your stomach, your two fingers landing on your clit and circling on it with practiced skill. “oh god, oh god.”
“not god, baby. ‘m katsuki,” he mumbles into your neck, picking up his pace and feeling your back arch underneath him.
once your hand speeds up between you both, you begin to clench down on him in sporadic times. you were unpredictable, squeezing tightly, coating him in your wet warmth. he understood now what everyone was talking about. why so many people were obsessed with sex. to have you below him, making the prettiest sounds, pussy soaked because of him. how could he not get addicted to this?
“‘ki, ‘ki i’m gonna, i think i’m gonna c-c—,”
“oh fuck, fuckin’, fuckin’ shit—,”
it was like a snowball falling down a mountain, first you were rolling down before falling into him and bringing him down with you.
reaching an orgasm on your own is something. but reaching one at the same time as someone else, being the cause of each others is in a whole different ball park. your body twitched and spasmed underneath him all whilst holding him by the neck against you and your fingers still playing at your clit. your legs trembled at his sides as your lips parted for the sweetest sweetest mewl he’s ever heard.
then for bakugou his hips wouldn’t stop jolting, he was almost sure he was about to leak out of the condom how much he was coming. is that even possible? he growls like an animal into your neck, mumbling all sorts about how pretty you are, how your pussy feels like heaven and how you have to be an angel in earth. once he finished twitching and completely dumped everything he’s got into the condom he kisses your cheek for you to open your eyes.
you open them with a shy smile, exhaustion written in your features. “you okay, baby?”
“mhm,” you respond with a nod, brushing the stray blonde locks from his sweaty forehead. “better than i imagined.”
“you imagined this?” bakugou asked incredulously.
“of course! haven’t you?”
now it was katsuki’s time to laugh at himself, all the pent up anxiety to perform well seeping out of him. “yeah, had many imaginary dates with you and my hand.”
you breathe a laugh, “same, but my vibrator in the mix too.”
“oh shit, vibrator? for real?” your laugh gets louder, at the surprised look on his face like you just told him unicorns exist.
“yes, katsuki i have one. maybe i’ll let you use it on me sometime,” then suddenly nerves took over, like you took it too far, “if… if you still want there to be another time?”
katsuki frowns at you, resting on his forearms to stare down at you, “my dick is still in you and you’re asking if i want another time? you promised you were gonna let me eat you out, there’s definitely gonna be another time, princess.”
cw: tipsy bkg, head (m) (ikr how crazy), fluff, smut, established relationship. probably typos. i’ll add borders later.
“where…,” there’s a soft slam of your front door, keys being thrown on the table and boots being kicked off. a light stumble with a swear tacked on at the end. “where are you?”
“bedroom!” you call, sitting on your bed to pull up your large pyjama t-shirt to the tops of your thighs and opening your tub of vanilla body cream.
your response gets an incoherent mumble across your flat as there’s more shuffling down your hallway. a jacket being tugged off and… something else?
bakugou katsuki’s head pops through the doorway first. droopy eyes, wrinkled black t-shirt (he did leave here with a jumper so you wonder where that is) and no trousers (jumper is probably where the trousers are).
“did you lose your clothes outside?” you laugh as strong thick legs wade their way towards you.
he moves like a zombie with his fluffy messy hair, slow walk with his arms out to you.
the six foot four pro hero shakes his head at you sloppily, towering over your frame for a second before dropping to his knees between your legs. he rests all his body weight on you, exhausted.
you watch him enamoured, like he’s a dog just trying to show he wants some attention. he circles his arms around your waist and his head drops on your lap, snuggling into you tightly.
“took them off by the door. you don’t like my jeans on your bed.” he breathes, closing his eyes, “you smell so fuckin’ good.”
you opt to creaming your arms instead.
“did you have fun tonight then?” you offer, dipping your fingers into the cold cream and slathering it over your arms. bakugou holds you despite your movement, pecking the bare skin of your thigh.
the man grunts, a slow lift and quick drop of his shoulders in a shrug.
“sparky is investin’ in a stupid cocktail company. he wanted us to try them all,” he sounds disgusted by it, “they were all disgustin’.”
you’ve got a tipsy katsuki tonight. you smile down at him, pushing his hair off his forehead to get a proper look at his face. bakugou looks up at you, innocent and pitiful but you know he’s anything but.
“how many did you have?”
“three?”
“you little lightweight.”
he opens his mouth to push his top row of teeth into your thigh. you splutter when it tickles, shoving his head off you. together you eye the imprint of his teeth as he sits back on his ass on the floor. just in his underwear and a tshirt.
“they were high percentage cans. too goddamn high,” he huffs, eyes flickering over your body, “you just showered.”
you nod, resting back on your arms behind your body. you’ve finished moisturising, you’ve done your skincare and you’re practically ready to roll into bed.
but it’s not often you get a drunk or tipsy bakugou. he hates drinking, was one of the first things he mentioned when he met you because he heard it was a dealbreaker for some. it definitely wasn’t for you, especially when he said he just hates how slow and out of control it made him feel.
“you’re like an ‘88 first edition gold rimmed mint all might winter suit card,” he rambles, standing up to push you back into the bed with all your confusion.
“what?” it’s times like these when you remember you’re dating a nerd.
he grabs your hips to push you up the bed so he’s got enough space to seat his body between your legs and rest his forearms by your head. you open your legs wider, letting his head sink into the crook of your neck.
you feel him inhale again as if he’s a wolf scenting you.
“it’s the best card you can get, rare as hell. less than twenty were made and it’s out of the old card material before that company went out of production,” you circle your arms around his shoulders, listening. bakugou, speaks into your neck, kissing after every couple words. “i’ve got one of the cards. ‘ts in my office.”
you lock your legs behind his back.
“okay…” you drawl, brushing your fingers through his hair looking up at your ceiling with a frown, “now what’s that to do with me?”
bakugou freezes, resting on his forearms to look at you properly. you make his heart ache, a sharp pang in his chest and he grunts. your face has a glossy shine to it, the t-shirt you’re wearing (which is one of his) is fresh out the dryer with that cotton smell and you’re holding him just as tight as he’s holding you.
he doesn’t realise he’s looking at you like he’s confused that you’re confused.
“comin’ in here was like openin’ a rare pack,” he sniffs and when you’re still frowning he continues, “you ready for bed after a shower is my favourite you. seein’ you is the same feelin’ as when i got that card.”
it’s soppy and silly.
“and that card is so rare and so are you. i have you and i’ve got that card.”
you nod slowly in understanding and a small smile lands on bakugou’s cheeks.
“you’re saying you love me a lot,” you reply, pouting your lips out for a kiss which he quickly responds to.
“i’m sayin’ more than that baby,” he whines but it only makes you laugh, “im sayin’ you’re rare and only i get to see you like this and i’m the fuckin’ luckiest motherfucker in the world.”
“you’re a soppy nerd when you’re drunk, katsuki,” you slap your hand over his mouth before he can reply, “but that’s really cute. i love you too.”
“‘m bein’ romantic. that card sells for thousands,” he whispers when he presses his lips against yours again but this time he opens his mouth and tilts his head. you copy, letting his tongue swirl with yours. minty fresh toothpaste with maybe a pina colada from him at the back. your body heats when the kiss gets messier, a moan releasing from the back of bakugou’s throat. when your legs tighten around him, that’s when he gives in, letting the full weight of his hips rest between your legs.
you inhale when you feel him, hard and heavy, both covered by your underwear.
“why were you hiding from me?” you say as he runs his lips down your jaw. you’re reactive now, body jolting on its own, sighing softly from his thickness resting on your ass cheeks to your clit.
“‘t’s fine if you don’t wanna fuck. you’re goin’ to bed.”
“you can’t call me the best pokémon card ever and expect me to not want you,” you laugh to yourself and bakugou rolls his eyes.
“stop pissin’ me off. wasn’t talkin’ about fuckin’ pokémon,” he curses but he can’t help but kiss you again, right on your smile with your arms tangled around his neck.
though you’re clearly pressing him into you, lifting your hips to feel him.
bakugou’s completely aware of how much bigger he is than you. in size, in height, in power and yeah, even his cock. it’s because of all those factors, why he prefers for you to initiate, to stop him feeling like a raging beast pulling a princess from her tower.
he can’t get his hands off you, now sneaking up your t-shirt to feel your hips, then your waist and your soft breasts. you’re smooth, a layer of that cream you just put on. good enough to eat with that vanilla smell.
“‘ki,” you breathe and he jolts his head up, “what do you want from me?”
bakugou wouldn’t say he’s a horny drunk. well he’s hardly ever drunk for one so he wouldn’t say he’s an anything drunk since he doesn’t have enough data. but you came up in his mind more than usual while he was drinking with the boys and then his walk home. and he just said, this is his favourite you, after a shower and ready for bed. his rare all might card.
“don’t ask me that,” he grunts, but he starts grinding down into you without meaning to. you react like a flicker of a flame, soft moans from your throat. “what d’you want me to do?”
“why’re you so stubborn?” you arch your back and bakugou’s greedy hands pull your top up to under your neck. your whole body exposed to him, minus your tiny little underwear bottoms.
“‘cause i’m the one that came in here drunk and all over you.” but he’s speaking to your body like you’re a meal he needs to get his hands on yesterday. “fuck. fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
“take your clothes off,” if you have to be in charge here, so be it.
your boyfriend listens, digging his knees into the mattress as he grabs the fabric at the back of his neck and yanks it over his head. you hum in appreciation, drifting your fingertips over his toned muscled chest. you point to his underwear.
“those too. off.”
bakugou inhales sharply but listens, pulling the tight fabric down his legs and your mouth practically waters when his appendage slaps against his chest. his cock is right in your face as you lay back.
“it’s up to you, baby. don’t wanna pressure you,” he warns, cupping his heavy balls for some release.
you know for a fact your underwear is stained through, especially when he throws his head back with a sweet curse.
“i know, i know. you’re so handsome, katsuki,” that gets him looking back at you. your face, then your tits, then back at you.
“what?”
“you’re so gorgeous. i’m lucky to have you too.”
“fuck,” he can’t stop swearing, taking hold of the base of his cock and squeezing. “i don’t think i can fuck you, i’ll come as soon as i’m inside.”
it’s honest and a little cute, a smile blooming on your face. you take the pause to pull off your t-shirt, throwing it off the bed.
“that’s okay—,”
“‘t’s not. ‘m not usin’ you like that.” he shakes his head sharply, enough to know you can’t change his mind on it.
“what if i want your dick in my mouth?” and you show him how as you sit up on your bed and he still rests on his shins. you’re at the right height to slide it in your mouth.
you press a kiss to his cockhead, licking up all the pre and pressing your cheek his length. “‘ki?”
you give him these round, shiny innocent eyes that hold the stars. bakugou feels as if he can’t hold a single thought in his head.
“you just cleaned up, ‘m all dirty—,”
“katsuki, let me.” you push and he twitches against your cheek, “i really want to.”
it’s not often you give him head compared to how often he gives you head. bakugou is never one to ask for it and you rarely want to give it even though he always asks to be between your legs. you asking to suck him off is another rare card, a fucking ‘99 gold rimmed—
“okay, baby,” he murmurs, moving all your hair out of your face and behind your shoulders.
“don’t touch my head,” you warn and bakugou nods his head rapidly, adjusting his hand to your cheek.
he’s on edge, holding his breath as you, his perfect, beautiful fucking girlfriend holds his cock with a single fist. then you hold the rest with your other hand, pointing it to your lips.
“i’m gonna come quickly. i already fuckin’ know i am—,”
“that’s fine, ‘ki honey,” you soothe, “just tap me when you think you are.” you lick around his sensitive tip with your tongue then you swallow as if you’re giving him a taste test. “not bad,” you whisper to yourself.
then you get started. removing one hand to sink yourself onto his cock, just as far as you can go without choking. when his tip his hits the tightness at the back of your throat where saliva has gathered, bakugou groans, holds the underside of your jaw.
“sorry, fuck, sorry baby,” he grunts every few seconds, apologising for simply being a man aroused.
you bob your head, swirling your tongue around what you can and pressing your thighs tightly together.
you’ve never been a fan of giving head but once in a while the want bursts through you, the power of having him under your command. this big groaning man falling apart because of you.
and katsuki is always a good listener. careful with you. makes sure not to buck his hips and you can tell he wants to because he bites down on his bottom lip. he doesn’t stop with the noise and he never pushes your head down.
“so fuckin’ good,” he whines, throwing his head back. you sharply suck, your hand at the base of his cock squeezing tightly. his moan is crumbled, choked on every sound trying to escape, “tryna kill me? babygirl.”
you pull off him for a second, stroking him in the meantime as you wipe your nose. you’re just about to wipe your eyes when bakugou swipes his thumbs under them both.
“you’re my beautiful girl.”
your moment of control falters a little, as you become focused on one aim and one aim only. your boyfriend’s pleasure and that’s all.
“kiss?”
he ducks down, hand on your chin as he stuffs his tongue in your mouth. he takes control of the kiss, like he’s giving you mid sex aftercare, making sure you’re okay because you had his cock in your mouth for a few minutes.
“doin’ so well, baby.” he speaks into your mouth, nibbling on your bottom lip before letting it snap into place.
that’s enough, pushing him off you so you can take his cock back.
you’re faster now, less careful about being comfortable, especially when you’re able to sneak your fingers beneath your panties to press onto your clit.
your lips and cheeks suction around him, tongue flat on his underside. bakugou’s eyes widen, staring down at you. “holy fuckin—,”
his hand cups the nape of your neck though he doesn’t move you.
“shit, any more and i’m gonna come,” his deep grumbling voice gets pitchy, unable to keep levelled, “i really… oh shit baby.”
you place your hands on his hips to help guide your head. it’s loud, the sound of your spit and the friction of him. your small whines every time you rub sweetly on yourself and bakugou, his grunts take up the whole room.
he taps your shoulder lightly, “i’m gonna now. i’m fuckin—,”
you slow down as he does, ropes of the stuff pouring down your throat. you let it all happen, laying a palm flat on his chest as the man above you grunts your name like he’s cursing you to damnation. he definitely isn’t.
when he’s done he slides out of your mouth and you hop up to your bathroom to spit.
when you return only a few seconds later, bakugou is laying back on your bed with his arms open. two thick biceps wrap you up in a cuddle.
“i haven’t forgotten about you. lemme see your panties.”
with your cheek pressed against his pectorals, you playfully roll your eyes.
“how do you want me to show you?” you say, cheek smushed.
“sit on my face? or you lay back and i eat you?” he looks funny from this angle, lifting his head to look down at you. cheeks flushed and heartbeat still racing to come down.
“i’ll sit on you.” you begin to sit up but pause, hitting his shoulder, “don’t look so happy!”
bakugou adjusts his body, hands finding your waist as you shuffle up. his smile could light up a city, “i’m lookin’ like you just accepted my offer to sit on my face. what’s with you tonight?”
you pout, sitting on his upper chest, “what’s that supposed to mean?”
“you don’t usually ask to suck me off. you usually say no to sittin’ on my face. today’s my lucky fuckin’ day.”
it’s true, you always moan it’s too intimate but letting him eat you any other way.
you shrug softly, pulling off your underwear and throwing it in his face. bakugou’s a dog with a ball, grabbing the fabric and stuffing it under his nose.
a little as a joke, a little as a test to see if he will actually do it. he’s been asking to eat you out but in his usual way of staring you down and then demanding you to get on the bed. when you don’t move he nudges closer to you, kisses your neck, whines about that he wants to eat you now. it’s then you decide to test him. in your living room, a random show playing on the screen. you can see the lump in his shorts and you feel the same.
“get on your knees and beg for it.”
that has him pulling off you, a quirk of his brow to test if you’re playing or not. quickly, once you cross your arms across your chest, he realises you’re not.
“hah?” but it comes out like the last breeze on a windy day. breathless yet weighty.
“you heard me.” you reply, flicking your eyes up and down your pro hero boyfriend.
you’re aware he’d do anything for you. you’re wondering if anything stretches to this.
“you’re a fuckin… you want me to…,” he trails off, sitting up off you. his lower stomach heats. his cock twitches. he’s into this unsurprisingly. “fuck, baby.”
you don’t move but you look at him expectantly. like you know he will. you confidence makes his blood heat under his skin, his heart race with speed. you jut your chin to the floor.
always a stubborn man, he has to roll his eyes before he moves. even pushes out a huffy sigh and mumbles under his breath. “this shit you have me doin’.”
then he does it. manoeuvres his muscled, wide shouldered body onto the floor. onto his knees in front of your legs. your bare thighs spread on the sofa in your shorts… your pussy is right there. he can see your folds through the fabric since they’re so tight.
he’s got a muscle tank on and you see his biceps flex when he clasps his hands together. your favourite is how all his stubbornness dissipates away and he becomes completely and utterly yours.
when he opens his mouth, the corners of your lips spread to under your eyes in a smile.
“lemme eat it, baby. please. please let me. i’ll do it so good, get you comin’ on my face, screamin’ for me. baby.” it’s all a syrupy drawl, his gold tooth catching the lamp light with every word. he even leans forward to press a kiss to the flesh of your thigh.
katsuki on your knees for you. this is what dreams are made of.
he goes in for another kiss on your thigh, closer to between your legs. you place your palm on his forehead, pushing him off.
“you’re too needy. i didn’t even answer you,” you frown, lip curled.
bakugou doesn’t know where this version of you has come from but he thinks he loves it.
“my bad, baby. you’re just so gorgeous.” he grins with half lidded eyes. he wants to touch your calves, massage them, nibble hickies into your thighs and have your touch his cock.
but most of all he wants, “can i eat you? promise i’ll lick you clean. any position you want. miss your taste, baby. please.”
you tilt your head at him.
“please, princess. my beautiful girl. the love of my fuckin’ existence.” he’s too fucking jolly. smiling away with these sleepy yet needy ruby eyes.
you stand up. he looks better at this angle on his knees. head up to look at you. he’s like a dog ready to scent you, by stuffing his head between your legs.
“fine. i want you to undress me then i’m sitting on your face.”
Thoughts on deaf bakugo head cannon?🥺 Thinking about him unknowingly raising his voice around you on accident, or how he thinks it’s a burden to watch movies with you while the subtitles are on-when really you don’t mind.
Or If he sees you talking to a guy and tries his best to make out what he’s saying to you, and he’s squinting trying to understand but also glaring in annoyance.
Or if he tags a long for a night out with you at the club and he’s getting overwhelmed by the vibrations and doesn’t feel in the loop with conversations because the bass is too loud for his hearing aids.
You lovingly scold him about dirty laundry while his hearing aids are out and he turns to you with a perplexed look on his face.
Seeing him practice sign language by himself and then he teaches you eventually.
idk there’s so many i could think of😭 but what are your thoughts if any?
this is based off a comment someone left me!!! but bakugou when he reads your lips, he mouths it to himself in understanding. and this time it’s you whining about how you’re tired and you just want to be kissed and he copies you, mouthing the last word “kiss,” and his eyes widen in realisation, “oh.” a low grunt and he immediately puts his hand behind your head to kiss you.
the one when you’re moaning at him for not tidying up, maybe he left his weights all over the gym during the time you do your evening stretches and he turns around in the kitchen frowning at you. you’re clearly annoyed with your hand on your hip, gym mat under your arm in your little gym set. pout and a frown and a stamp to your foot.
“can you tidy it up!?”
then he points to his ear, “i don’t have em in. repeat it for me, baby?”
and he says it soooooo cutely soooo sweetly that you’re less mad than before. especially when he steps over to you closer to read your lips.
“can you tidy up the gym? i wanna stretch.”
and he nods, kisses your cheek, “yeah sure. i didn’t know if i wanted to go back in after the phone call.”
and him TAGGING ALONG FOR A NIGHT OUT !!! sooooo cuteeeeeee. maybe a mix of both of your friends. or separately, maybe you mention you want to go to this fancy speakeasy bar for a date. FIRST going to the club with him and the whole time he’s got his nose scrunched up. everything is too much for him with the noise and the bass and missing the ends of everyone’s words and his heart is beginning to race. he wanted to come out because you love clubbing and dancing and having a little drink. he wanted to for you, but he’d be lying if he said he was enjoying himself.
so it’s you noticing his rigid posture, how his pupils are darting around looking at everyone and still he won’t stop scrunching his nose uncomfortably.
“is it too much?” you sign to him and mouth, “the noise?”
and he relaxes his face. he wants to be here with you, he just doesn’t know if he can handle it.
“i wanna see you dance.” he signs back not bothering with speaking.
you roll your eyes while he admires you in your little top and skirt. he does wanna see you dance despite how the ringing in his ears is only increasing.
“it’s calmer in the vip section. we can go there!” you sign and mouth. then you take his hand before he can sign back a refusal, “i want you to have a good time too.”
your boyfriend looks incredible tonight too. with his knitted button up polo and gold chain around his neck.
“fine.” he says though since it’s so loud, you read his lips to understand.
you interlink his hand with yours, shouting to everyone, “we’re going to the vip section? who’s coming?”
bakugou is grateful when everyone comes along to a private section upstairs, further away from the dj so the bass isn’t so irritating. also from the angle he’s at in the corner he can see everyone’s lips when they talk. especially yours when you drag him over to dance. which usually just includes you grinding on him with his hands on your hips.
Do you think bkg gets a little whiny when he’s abt to cum 🤭
i think i think i think he starts grunty when he knows he’s about to come. like he sounds like a big motor with a new sparkling engine. grunty and growly. noisy man. very sexy. and i think sometimes he’s not in the moment because he’s trying so hard not to come and to last out longer for you. but still he’s loudly huffing, lots of “fuck… fuckin’… oh god i love you.” and you have to touch his cheek to bring him back. pulling him in for a kiss but it’s barely coherent and you both just end up swapping spit, breathing into the others mouths. and because you’re all whining and moaning it gets him needing to come.
it’s when he’s close, right there when he starts to whine. these needy dog like ones that he doesn’t realise he’s doing. a little breathless. a little high pitched. a load of swearing. and repeatedly saying i love you i love you i love you. noisy guy
you debrief about the sex after and you mention how you love how noisy he gets and he gets so embarrassed. hand on his face saying how he’s working on it!!! and you say DONT
his skin sparkling in the water and dior sunglasses perched atop his head. and when hes not swimming he has u in his lap, hands on ur thighs underwater and readjusting ur bikini when u say its too loose ughh
and hes packed a whole bag full of stuff like sandwiches, towels, ur earphones since u planned on sunbathing, nd tanning oil!!! and a cooler with popsicles and water
he buys u a drink and sways with u in the water, the both of u getting tan under the radiant sun!! and he's got one of those expensive waterproof watches and u keep playing with it while he's talking
and then bonus afterwards he covers u both in towels and snuggles up next to you on a lounge chair in the shade
summary: bakugō love the way you look at him.
genre: fluff.
warnings: bakugō is very, very in love (i feel like i need to warn you).
wc: 0.8k
a/n: i have a habit of writing in the imperfect tense, which is one of the verb tenses we have in portuguese. for some reason, writing in the present tense often feels a little awkward to me. i actually wrote this during one of my literary tradition seminars (i just couldn't focus). i'd been thinking about writing something inspired by honeybee, and this is what came out of it. thank you, olivia rodrigo! and thank you to my best friend and my sisters, who always encourage me to keep writing. these past few days have been undeniably awful, but i managed to do something i love (writing) and ended up really happy with how this turned out. i guess that's a small victory. :)
one of the gentlest things that had ever happened to katsuki—perhaps the gentlest of them all—was the exact moment his life had brushed against yours.
the moment itself had not been extraordinary, but it had set into motion a series of small, ordinary moments that eventually led him here.
the sweet scent of chocolate and vanilla filled the kitchen. the sound of the knife slicing through the brownies blended with the melody of some random pop album. the setting sun bathed the room in warm shades of amber. there was something about the quiet domesticity of it all that made katsuki’s heart beat slowly, as though it were asleep.
a soft, melodic hum drew his attention away from the baking dish. he turned his head slightly toward the wall beside the cabinets.
then, he saw you.
he already knew you were there, reading. several minutes earlier, he had complained that you had chosen to sit on the floor when you could have been on the bed, the couch, or even at the kitchen table, especially since all you wanted was to keep him company. you had ignored every single argument he had made.
for some reason, you liked sitting in that little corner while he cooked.
the reason was beyond katsuki.
completely beyond him.
the floor was cold. hard. uncomfortable. and even though the two of you kept the apartment spotless, it wasn’t always perfectly clean.
despite that, you sat there.
you always sat there.
you brought a book and a small pencil case with you, settling in to read as though you were curled up in the softest armchair ever made. you would leave an album or a playlist playing through your phone's speakers, filling the kitchen with music.
whenever katsuki finished cooking, he washed his hands, dried them on the dish towel, and walked over to you. then he stopped in front of you, his body blocking the light.
you would look up at him with a smile and ask softly,
“finished, love?”
katsuki would simply nod and, with quiet resignation, hold out his hand to help you up.
once you were on your feet, you'd arch your back and complain that your butt hurt from sitting on the floor. katsuki would shake his head in disbelief before carefully dusting the tiny specks of dirt from your clothes with his hands. you would only laugh and brush off every complaint he made.
and then, once he finished his little inspection and lifted his head, your eyes would meet.
god...
katsuki love the way you looked at him.
your eyes smiled. they shone. your irises darted across his face as though trying to memorize every feature, committing him to memory. he could barely make out their color because your pupils always dilated so much they seemed ready to swallow them whole. and you blinked slowly. so slowly. always. as though you were seeing him for the very first time. as though he were some kind of dream—or a god—something worthy of your sincerest devotion.
you looked at him as though you had loved him your entire life, as though you had been born simply to love him.
sometimes, when you looked at him like that, katsuki could feel his heartbeat slowing. even his blood seemed to move more lazily through his veins, easing the rhythm of his entire body. little by little, he entered a state of stillness. he sculpted himself into something worthy of your gaze. made himself into the idol of your devotion.
when you looked at him like that, katsuki learned a little more about your love for him. at the same time, he learned how to love you too—how to give you the kind of love you deserved.
he hoped that the way he looked at you made you feel just as loved as you made him feel.
the humming stopped.
katsuki blinked once, returning to the present.
you looked up. forgot about your book. worshipped him with your eyes.
“what is it, love?” you asked, your voice a little hoarse after so much silence. “are you done?”
katsuki smiled without meaning to.
“not yet, babygirl. almost, though. want to get up?”
you shook your head. you said you were fine. you lowered your eyes. returned to your book. underlined a sentence and scribbled something in the margin.
the humming began again.
katsuki remained where he was for a few more seconds, simply watching you, before picking up the knife once more and returning to the brownies.
the sweet scent of chocolate and vanilla still filled the kitchen. the sound of the knife once again blended with the final notes of the song. the setting sun continued to paint the room in warm shades of amber. and katsuki’s heart beat slowly. gently. content. because he was loved by you. and he loved you just the same.
Do you think bkg gets a little whiny when he’s abt to cum 🤭
i think i think i think he starts grunty when he knows he’s about to come. like he sounds like a big motor with a new sparkling engine. grunty and growly. noisy man. very sexy. and i think sometimes he’s not in the moment because he’s trying so hard not to come and to last out longer for you. but still he’s loudly huffing, lots of “fuck… fuckin’… oh god i love you.” and you have to touch his cheek to bring him back. pulling him in for a kiss but it’s barely coherent and you both just end up swapping spit, breathing into the others mouths. and because you’re all whining and moaning it gets him needing to come.
it’s when he’s close, right there when he starts to whine. these needy dog like ones that he doesn’t realise he’s doing. a little breathless. a little high pitched. a load of swearing. and repeatedly saying i love you i love you i love you. noisy guy
you debrief about the sex after and you mention how you love how noisy he gets and he gets so embarrassed. hand on his face saying how he’s working on it!!! and you say DONT
watching japanese shows with him with english subtitles. him being allowed to only half pay attention because he can listen to what’s being said. when he reads the subtitles too he’d be like, “he didn’t say that, he actually meant—,” he just sounds all smart and knowledgable and OOOWEEEEE
him reading books in japanese and not having a clue what anything says. always bothering him asking what it’s about. when he cuddles you when he’s reading and you’re barely even able to read japanese (and you can’t understand it at all), so when you open your eyes from your half nap you point at random words, “man. dog. house.” and he’d always find it cute lol, whispering in your ear what’s happening.
also going to his fave japanese restaurant wherever you live and he always talks to them in japanese but does the ordering in english so you understand too. but when the waiter asks you in japanese what you’d like, bakugou goes to translate but you can already assume what he’s saying. so you point and try to pronounce things. it’s also because there’s romanisation under the characters. and both bkg and the waiter smiles at you trying. he even asks if you want a drink and you understand drink so you reply with what you’d like in english lmao AND AFTERWARDS bkg would be playing with your feet under the table like, “you’re so fuckin cute.” ALWAYS thinks you’re cute when you try with his language. “also it sounded like you said grass and rice.” because the words sound similar and you’re mortified.
his iphone is in japanese. you can never read his notifications even if you wanted to LMAO unless someone texts him in english of course.
and then with him knowing other languages it would be so entertaining in public when he hears people talking about him or you loudly. in line with you buying some clothes and he mumbles to you, “those two ladies are saying we’re a very attractive couple. sayin we’d have pretty babies.” “what??? who???” and he nudges his head in their direction, “right behind us. talkin in spanish.”
also i’d like to hear him talk mandarin or a chinese dialect. i think that would have me like oooooooooo
and i always think it’s old ladies making loud comments in their own language assuming people don’t understand them lol “he is so big? such a big guy!” and he just turns around and glares at them. “you’re chinese?” they ask in mandarin and he replies back in the same language, “no.” and you standing next to him looking at the encounter like ??????
and HIM CATCHING PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME !!!! you waiting on a bench with all the shopping bags while he goes and gets your bubble tea or coffee. two guys standing there talking french or arabic or something. they’re both talking about going over and talking to you, that you’ve probably got a boyfriend but could maybe still get your instagram or something. and bakugou listens to the whole conversation, glancing over at you looking out the window then at your phone. “yeah don’t do that.” he says in whatever language they were speaking and they freeze. “what?” “she’s got a boyfriend and no she won’t give you her instagram.” and just the way bakugou looks he’s scary lol so they aren’t trying to argue with him. one does ask, “are you the boyfriend then?” and bakugou glares, “yes. fuck off.”
and he’d stomp back to you with your drink sliding it over to you with a kiss to the top of your head. and he’d sit opposite you with his arms crossed. “what’s up?”
“those two guys were planning on getting your instagram? didn’t know i understood french.”
“ooo you little eavesdropper.”
“not eavesdropping when they’re talkin so fuckin loud.”
“what else they say?”
katsuki frowns and pouts, “you enjoy other men talking about you?”
“it’s nice to know people think i’m pretty,” you shrug.
“i tell you you’re pretty all the time?!”
“i know and i love you so much,” you hush him, grabbing his chin from across the table to kiss his face. you thrust your drink at him, “wanna try?”
he does, then grimaces, “too sweet.”
LASTLY BEING AROUND when his mother is arguing with him. all you understand is when she says KATSUKI and he says MOTHER. sitting with your hands in your lap because you can’t make out how serious it is either when you can’t see their faces with them being in the other room. or maybe it’s your first couple times meeting his mother so you don’t realise this is common between them. when bkg comes back to get you you’re like “is everything okay? should i go?” and he shrugs, “nah she’s just pissed i forget to buy onions.”
ele iria soar TÃO bem falando português UGHHSH sempre que eu imagino, ele tem um sotaque japonês um pouco forte que deixa ainda melhor hihi. É meio fofo meio atrapalhado meio sexy. Gosto de pensar que nós dois falamos mais de um idioma, ou aprendemos mais a fundo o idioma nativo um do outro justamente por estarmos juntos .. como geralmente o idioma intermediário entre brasileiros e outros estrangeiros é inglês, seria uma graça ter uma conversa toda misturada entre três idiomas.
Bakugou who would pick you up early for prom, looking extra spiffy in his freshly pressed suit. A beautiful bouquet in hand. He just thrust it towards you without so much as a 'old hag wanted me to give you these'
If you dont live on campus he'd go out of his way to pick you up, driving you himself
and you know he got an expensive cologne on and his hair part to the side, combed and tamed
You wouldn't have to touch any door handles the whole night
when he first sees you he goes quiet for a second, a faint blush spreading across his face. He then clears his throat and looks away mumbling about 'hurrying up and not wanting to be late'
At first he thought the whole thing was dumb, the dancing, dressing up, and taking you out. But as the nights goes on he finds himself growing more relaxed in your company
He takes you out for a couple of slow dances and you tease him for knowing how to so well ,'tch didn't think I was completely uncultured now did you?'
By the end of the night, you're both tired and your feet are getting tired and sore. Bakugou notices and asks quietly ' why would you were them if they weren't comfortable?' you reply ' cause they were cute and matched my dress'
He'll sigh and stop, crouching at your feet to undo the straps of your heels the then proceeds to carry you on his back, piggy back style mumbling about ' how stupid you were and how he didn't want you getting blisters '
He'd take you back to your dorm/ house making sure you got in okay setting you down at your doorway, handing you back your heels he carried
You thanked him for the night and the flowers and he simply nods with ' 'yeah its not a big deal, didn't want any other loser in the class doing it wrong' and then 'how he was the only real man in the class and how everyone else would've fumbled'
After you part ways he can't sleep, your smile, you in that dress, dancing, the way you looked like a kid when you received the flowers
He'll be grumpy with himself blaming it on anything but you, shuffling to get a glass of water in the dark
Stopping at the sink he pauses 'crap...what's wrong with me..?'
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