it was your birthday, but you didn’t see katsuki at all. he was nowhere to be seen in the morning and only left you a note saying he was gonna be back later. which was weird, because he’d usually be the first one to say “happy birthday” to you using the classic “tch. i wanted to get it over with.” but you knew it wasn’t true. he really wanted to be the first in everything.
including this.
so when you got home from your workplace, you frowned upon entering. the room was dimly lit when you stepped further inside, your brows knitting together in confusion as you slipped your shoes off by the door.
“katsuki?” you called out, looking around the apartment.
then you heard footsteps behind you.
you quickly turned around and saw him standing in the doorway of the kitchen, holding a birthday cake carefully in his hands. the light from the candles illuminated his features, softening them beneath the warm glow. his crimson eyes flickered towards yours, watching your reaction carefully despite the calm expression he wore.
“kats…?” you stared at him, confused.
he carefully stepped towards you. “i made you somethin’.”
your eyes dropped towards the cake, taking in the smooth cream, the perfectly cut strawberries arranged on top, and the clean frosting work that looked almost too pretty to eat. of course it came out good. this was katsuki, after all.
a smile slowly spread across your lips.
“this is why i haven’t seen you all day?” you chuckled softly, looking back up at him.
“yeah. had to do some shoppin’.” he shrugged casually, though there was a hint of pride in his voice.
he looked adorable like this. hair messy from being in the kitchen all day, sleeves pushed up his forearms, and a faint streak of flour dusted across his cheek that he clearly hadn’t noticed.
your chest tightened a little at the sight.
“c’mon, blow the candles…” he said, smirking suddenly. “or you can blow somethin’ else if you’re in the mood.”
you rolled your eyes immediately, though your laugh slipped out before you could stop it.
“you’re unbelievable.”
“yeah? but you love me.”
you rolled your eyes.
then—
your attention fell towards the cake again. the candlelight flickered softly across your features as you closed your eyes, quietly thinking about your wish.
after a few seconds passed, you opened your eyes and blew the candles out.
smoke curled into the air between you both.
for a moment, katsuki just looked at you silently, his expression softer than before. then he leaned down slightly, one hand brushing against your waist.
“happy birthday, baby.”
a/n: this is for you 🐨 anon and for all the people who have the birthdays around this time :D
Someone slides up on pro hero Dynamite's live and asks what his skincare routine is.
"What's my skincare routine?" He pauses for a second and looks at you in your tiny pink lace slip dress putting dishes away. It has cute sakura flowers adorning your chest, holding it up nice and pretty.
"My girl sits on my face every morning n night, next question."
bakugou katsuki who genuinely truly gets pussy drunk when he eats you out.
he’s down there, eyes half lidded, tongue lazily lolling against you. hard to tell what’s slick and what’s spit. his hands on your thighs forcing them apart further as his tongue slides in even deeper. he’s practically moaning into you.
“ffuck kats- it’s too much!” you whine as he pumps a finger into you, sucking harshly on your clit.
“i can’t baby, y’just taste so damn good. can’t get ‘nough of ya..” as he removes his finger and goes back to slurping you up. breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert. he wants you for all of them.
and he’s so embarrassed by this but he always humps into the bed and literally cums into his pants every damn time. you always poke fun at him for messing up the bed and shit but then he just drags you onto the floor or couch and the whole thing repeats and he’s asking if this spot is better but your legs are shaking too hard to even form a thought.
but yeah katsuki would die a happy man between your legs. the only thing on earth he’d let defeat him.
virgin!nanami is hesitant the first time you go down on him, because as he's nearing his (blinding, earth-shattering) orgasm, you aren't pulling off. ☆
he's played the scene a million times in his head before; late at night as he palmed his cock through his boxers and tried to will his mind away from such lewd thoughts of you. in every fantasy he's had of you knelt before him like you are now, you serve him with your mouth until he's close, and then pull off to stroke him through his orgasm.
but your lips are still wrapped around him. his ragged breath, the gentle buck of his hips up into your mouth... is it not enough to tell you he's about to unravel?
kento has to lick his lips to try and save his dry mouth before he speaks, though it comes out as a broken moan anyways. "sweetheart, i'm... so close."
you hum around his cock, send a vibration up his spine that has his eyes rolling back. you hollow out your cheeks and increase your pace, desperate for a taste.
it's too much — he's never felt so boneless. nanami's right on the edge of the strongest orgasm he's ever had when he gently tugs back on your hair. "stop. stop."
you pull away instantly, wiping your spit-sheened lips dry and watching him with wide eyes. "are you okay? too much?"
kento is breathless, his cresting orgasm quickly fading out of reach. "you didn't pull away. i was going to... finish."
"well, yeah. you cumming is kind of the whole point."
he blinks. "i... not in your mouth. i respect you, and i don't want you to sacrifice your comfort for me."
you can't help but grin at the serious look that paints his face. you lean down and press a kiss to his knee, and then higher up on his thigh, and another just above the patch of hair that bases his leaky cock.
"kento nanami," you look up at him, pressing a feather-light kiss to his tip. "if i don't find out what you taste like when you 'finish' in the next few minutes, i might die. i think about it all the time, you know? touch myself wondering if you'd cum down my throat or make me hold it in my mouth a little. savour you, or whatever."
he blushes pink at the thought. your words are enough to relight the fire licking at his groin. he watches you for a moment; tries to discern whether or not you're only saying what might please him, but ultimately nods.
you don't throat him immediately, though. instead, you duck your head down and press a few messy kisses to his balls. his hips twitch upwards at the contact, his breath hitching in his lungs. you smile, dart your tongue out to lick at the source of his hesitation.
"god, that's dirty," he groans. "you like this?"
"i like you," you hum, mouthing at his balls with spit-covered lips. you're making a mess of him, though that only gives you an excuse to suggest showering together later. "like your balls too."
"i... shit, i see that."
he's so sensitive, knitting his brows together as you suck and lick and kiss his balls with a feverish sort of worship you didn't know you had in you. his cock rests against your face, throbbing as it hardens even more. he could cum like this.
but you aren't quite done with him.
when you pull back to take his cock back into your warm mouth, all the way down to the base, kento swears he must've been a saint in his previous life to deserve such pleasures in this one. you trace the vein that tracks the underside of his length with your tongue, and then hollow your cheeks out to suck.
he cums all too-quick and with a loud and uncharacteristically whiney moan that makes you wonder how he'd sound tied up and begging. it feels almost wasteful to take his load anywhere other than deep inside of you, but you're sure you'll have plenty of opportunities for that in the near future.
he tastes good. salty. you want to keep sucking, see if you can milk him for more, but he's already overstimulated and panicking a little at the sensation he's feeling. although you think he likes it, you know it'll be too much for his first time. you pull off, careful to spill as little of his release as possible, and sit back on your heels.
and kento is a mess. his lips part as he watches yours pull into a greedy smile. he's eager to watch you spit it out, perhaps just to see the visual reminder that he came in your mouth. but you meet his eyes, let him sit on your tongue a moment longer, and then swallow.
oh. he wonders how he'll ever lead a normal life again after a sight like that. his mouth is dry, cock still wet with your spit, heart beating out of his chest...
still, he manages to stop you when you move to get up and start on his aftercare. "wait."
for your birthday you do a pub bar social drinking chatty birthday gathering where you invite alll your bestest girl friends and your boyfriend bakugou. bakugou being the only man there. and on the way there you’re asking him who he invited and he’s like “???nobody???” why would he invite anyone to your birthday!!!! and you say “you could have invited your boys!! you’re gonna be bored with just me n my friends :(((( text them now.” he probably does text two since you say he can, deku and kirishima but it’s both too last minute for any of them to come. or maybe they both come in the last hour when everyone’s drunk and all your friends get excited that your boyfriend bought his sexy friends along. BUT when it’s just you, your besties and your boyfriend. katsuki doesn’t drink so he just sits beside you and buys them all. nobody buys a thing but him. he joins in the convo when he’s asked to or it’s needed from him. truly becomes one of the girls. when one of your girls is lining up asking for a napkin and a guy tries to talk to her, you just nudge bkg and he gets up to swap places with her. the guy definitely doesn’t argue with him. father big brother of the group. you end up sitting on his lap the drunker you get. when he asks if you’re okay and you give him a big kiss and your friends all say YUCK!!! but it’s cute. all your favourite people here!!! you love how everyone gets along. and kirishima and deku walk in last minute and your friends literally scream and squeal. kirishima is going “ladies! ladies!” deku going “happy birthday yn!!! your gift is in my car, i’ll give it to you after!”
it’s one of those days in the villa where there’s nothing to do. just the beaming hot sun and attractive people all under one building… if anything, you mostly enjoy watching production behind the scenes. fixing cameras, changing lenses and one of your girls getting her mic fixed in the corner.
some of the boys are playing with the gym equipment, the girls standing in the pools chatting. a few couples have gone off to chat and so have you.
you sit cross legged on the day bed, opposite possibly one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen in real life. is it normal to meet someone and immediately want to jump them? to wonder how their lips would feel against yours and their hard toned chest against your softer one.
he lays beside you, thick bicep propping his head up on the pillow so he can see you properly. you recoupled with katsuki last night, drawn in by his pretty red eyes and the few flirtatious conversations you had previously. well mostly the blunt compliments and slight nervousness from him, that easily got you giddy and running your finger down his arm. you want to know more, you especially want to know if he’s boyfriend material.
you scoot closer to him so your knee is touching his side and you can flatten your hand on his collarbone. you watch as his breath hitches at your touch, his eyes staying on your face and not dropping to the tiny piece of fabric between your thighs or your chest.
“i wanna know more about you,” you say, lifting up his black lenses sunglasses off his nose bridge just to check he’s looking at you. he is. two shiny rubies glittering. then you drop the glasses back onto his nose.
you feel his whole body hum, “can say the same about you.”
bakugou is brave when he places a hand on your bare thigh. your eyes widen just a smidge before biting down on your lip. fuck, it is way too early to feel this much sexual tension. you want to drag him into the hideaway and push him down onto the mattress.
politely, you take your hand off his collarbone and his hand off your thigh. “sorry, i can’t think straight with the touching,” you blink a few times like you’re clearing your head, adjusting your posture and stretching your fingers, “i’m serious. i wanna know about your family, your friends on the outside. what’s your usual morning routine… what’s the day in the life with katsuki. what about your last name?”
apparently, you don’t need to have him touch you to feel aroused, his smile can do it for you. the corners of his lips reach up, revealing bright white straight teeth and a gold tooth on his canine. how’d be get that? why? you need to know everything. he adjusts the waistband of his black swim trunks.
“fuck, you’re adorable. one by one, yeah? and then you answer the same question.” his hands are back on his own chest, his fingers twitching with the urge to touch you. even the urge to look between your legs, your cute thighs and that tiny strip of fabric hiding nothing.
you nod, adjusting your hair because you want to look perfect in front of him even though he’s seen how you look when you wake up.
“i usually go to the gym every morning.”
your face scrunches. unimpressed, confused, icked out… katsuki doesn’t get it.
he frowns back at you, “what’s wrong with that?”
“every morning?”
“yeah, gotta stay ready for my work. part of my routine.”
you pout, looking away. you don’t mean to but you run the tip of your finger down the vein in his forearm.
“i need cuddles in the morning if i’m waking up beside my man. i’d hate waking up beside an empty spot all the time in a relationship.”
bakugou lets every word sink into his skin like the sunscreen he slapped on earlier.
“i’d adjust for my girlfriend.” in other words he’d adjust for you. “i’d probably wanna do a lil more than cuddle in the mornin’.” if i woke up beside you.
that gets you staring at his lips. pink and in a small smirk. he has to be an eater. you want to run your tongue along the scar on his cheek. feel his hands back on your body.
“that’s good to know, katsuki. really good to know.”
you’re trying to be serious but the giggles spill out of you faster than you can catch.
“is it too early to say i’ve never felt tension like this before? if we weren’t in here….,” you trail off, you know exactly what you want to say.
“no i get it. fuckin’ magnetic,” then he wipes under his nose. he’s eager for any piece of you you’re willing to give. if it’s a touch, a thought, a look. anything. “if we weren’t here what?”
he’s so naturally flirtatious. you don’t think he even means to be. he’s cutely bad at eye contact sometimes, like your presence overwhelms him. then other times, like when it’s just you and him, it feels you’re the only one in the villa, actually the whole planet.
you lean in closer to his face, nose to nose, “i’m not telling you yet.” then you’re back sitting up straight.
“fine, princess. what’s your morning like?”
“well, mr pro hero, i always wanna be in bed as long as possible. cuddles in bed, morning sex, breakfast in bed, some shitty tv. on the weekend at least.”
bakugou raises his eyebrows, “just the weekend? we can stretch that midweek too, i think.”
you’re trying to hide your smile, biting it down, “and then after i’m happy and fed, you can do whatever you do in the gym.”
“fucked and fed.”
you slap his arm, “katsuki!”
he grabs your hand in the air and shrugs his shoulders. then sweetest, he loops his fingers with yours, “‘m not wrong.”
it’s the demons that push you to ask your next question. you’re supposed to find out about his family, his background, there’s so many questions you can ask about his job.
“what’s your favourite position?”
you wish you were wearing sunglasses right now, so you can subtly stare at his abdomen and all the scars that run over it.
bakugou’s laugh is short and huffy, like he wasn’t expecting that question but he’ll entertain you with an answer.
“i hope you know that even though i’ve never had a girlfriend, it doesn’t mean i fuck around.”
ah yes. this gorgeous prohero has never been locked down. it’s a fact he said a few days ago at the firepit. you’re not sure whether to take it as a red flag or not.
you’ve got no reason to assume he’s lying to you yet so you nod.
“okay! now answer me.”
he squeezes your hand in his, now resting your hands on his stomach. katsuki’s really thinking about this question, scrunching his nose and then releasing.
“this isn’t a cop out, but i love missionary where i have my partner folded,” then he flickers his gaze over to you, “y’know. like her knees to her ears. get to see her face and go deep.”
fuck, fuck, fuck. fuck.
“that’s like equally romantic, equally dirty.” you’re so turned on you hope it isn’t obvious. has anyone gone to the hideaway during the day?
bakugou shrugs. he wonders how you’d sound moaning his name. “i like knowin’ for sure i’m makin’ them feel good. tell me yours.”
with your other hand, you can’t help it, you’re back to drawing shapes on his chest. his other hand is back on your thigh, “i like when the guy is sitting and i’m sitting on top of him. the lotus position? that one is insane.”
“you’re just like me. you love some eye contact and feelin’ it deep, huh?”
you’re smiling at him, “and we can kiss while i cockwarm you.”
you both never realise when you switch to making it personal. like you know someday in the future you both will be doing this.
“cockwarm?” he pushes his sunglasses up his nose. squeezes your thigh.
“if your dick was inside me but not moving or thrusting. thats cockwarming.”
bakugou stares at your lips when you talk, how they curl and go into o shapes.
“oh fuck,” he breathes, tapping your thigh with two fingers, “yeah, that’s sexy.”
“hm,” you mumble, adjusting to now lay slightly on top of him. you stretch your legs out beside his, your arm across his chest and your head just under his.
there’s a few seconds of silence, choosing what’s the best decision to take next that doesn’t include having sex with you somewhere.
“we gotta talk about somethin’ else before i drag you into that fuckin’ hideaway at god knows what time it is.” he grunts, pulling at his shorts and adjusting his body on the bed. katsuki pulls off his sunglasses to rub a palm down his face.
“okay, okay!” you perch your head on his chest and his hand drifts down to your lower back. “when did you move here? you grew up in japan, right?”
he leaves his glasses off now, “yeah i did, i moved here about five years ago? i live in the south now.”
“i live near there too! about an hour drive,” something in common. “so, you must know some japanese.”
he chuckles and you feel his body shake under you, “it’s my native language so i know pretty much everythin’, babe.”
katsuki’s fascinated at how easy this is with you. that apparently it just took him to go in a dating show to find a woman he wants to keep forever.
you sit up on his chest slightly, tits now in his face and lips so reachable. his cock aches just a little.
“say something.”
“what should i say?”
“anything.”
bakugou thinks for a seconds then grins. he says a sentence and you only recognise one word.
“matcha? did you say matcha?” you pout, “you sound so sexy.”
you didn’t think he could get sexier. his voice is deeper in japanese, heck, it’s husky and intimate.
“i did,” he says in english, “any guesses?”
“something about me with my matcha?”
“close. i said ‘you want head first, matcha second in the morning’.”
you burst into giggles at that, your forehead flopping onto his shoulder. bakugou feels his heart swell at making you laugh.
“you’re so stupid,” you grin, “i know how to say hello and thank you.”
nearly everybody knows how to say that in japanese but bakugou thinks you’re incredibly cute. especially because you look so proud at your knowledge.
“go on then.”
“konnichiwa ! and arigato !”
bakugou thinks he’s going to die. especially, when he doesn’t say a word and your smile slowly drops into confusion.
“was that wrong? did i pronounce those wrong?”
“no, no, no. you’re perfect, just real fuckin’ cute, baby.”
“okay, good. arigato katsuki!”
“no problem, princess. now tell me about your family. who do i have to look out for?”
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