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something entirely new...꩜ katsuki bakugou⋆·˚ ༘ * (4.3K wc.)

synopsis : chubby little cheeks and small grabby hands, something not quite him and not quite you…thoughts you never imagined you’d have surface when you stumble upon katsuki's baby photos. unbeknownst to you, he's been thinking about it, too. #babyfever #whenhiskinkisdomesticity #uglybabykatsuki

tags/CW. talkin bout babies, ugly baby katsuki, reader n katsuki r like in their early 20s very early which is why he still lives w his rents (no shame in still living w ur parents at 20 btw), suggestive; katsuki jokes about makin babies but also is it really a joke (yes. well he says it is but is that his phone in his pocket or is it rlly a joke), kissing, kinda steamyyyy ooooouuu ! yeah this kinda gets ridiculously cheesy n sexy i was kinda in my bag, also some all caps

an. i usually dont like baby fics but i was feeling. things. don’t expect a pt2 where they have kids bc i gen hate writing that LMFAOOOO its once every blue moon that i like baby fics and hey this blue moon ended up being pretty fun!! this is a bit old but i loved writing it.

you’ve stumbled upon something you probably shouldn’t have, but you damn sure don’t regret it. 

beady, slightly wet little squinted eyes, tightly clenched little fists, scrunched up nose—a picture of katsuki as a baby.

he’d kill you if he found you sneaking through his photo album, but mitsuki mentioned showing it to you once before and back then you were ecstatic. that was, until your boyfriend barged into the room like he had a sixth sense, snatching you away and angrily barking at his mom for trying to show you “some shit no one asked for.” 

you begged very, very hard to differ. because you're asking for it bad. oh, so bad.

and now, finally, here you were.

you're shacking up at katsuki's house. an unexpected rain downpour made you both hastily shuffle into his house and unfortunately cut your date short. with the realisation that his baby pictures would be in your reach once again, you couldn’t be more thrilled to accept the offer.

katsuki had been sulking, as expected—he tried not to let it show, but the way he kicked up the rug in his house, hunched shoulders and a scowl on his face muttering about how the damn weather app lied to him was more than enough.

you reassured him with a smooch to his nose, telling him you could use this opportunity to have an at-home date instead. he’d wanted to stay angry, you could tell, especially with the root cause being what you sometimes considered to be the bane of his existence for many reasons. but he sighed in surrender, today was for the both of you and he would be damned if he let the rain ruin it. he grumbled in begrudged agreement, cheeks pink and finally, tugging you closer for a proper kiss.

he's left the room, his turn to shower lest he got sick, you knew the germaphobe in him wouldn't allow it, and you took your chance. after snooping around as quietly as you could, you found it.

tucked in between one of the bookshelves. light, faded yellow with a lightly worn spine. “katsuki’s photo’s.” written in big and bold. your heart soars.

you found it. 

back to the present, you’ve been at it for a little while now, softly admiring every moment of his life captured inside this book. this next picture of him looks to be from when he was around 3 years old maybe. you’re proven correct when you read the scribbled handwriting beneath it.

—katsuki (3) taking a bath after a messy playdate ! :)

in the picture, katsuki’s father, masaru, is wet from head to toe. shirt and arms covered in soapy bubbles as the still image shows katsuki flapping his blurry arms up and down excitedly, the bathtub is filled with miscellaneous toys you’re sure he’s long since let go of.

you laugh, already wreaking havoc at such a young age.

another handful of pictures make your smile widen—his first grade entrance ceremony; him gripping his mother’s hip so tight her you could see how it wrinkled despite the blur. his chubby little(correction—big, they’re huge actually) cheeks pink with a pout on his face, eyes focused away from the camera. she urged him softly to get inside with a hand on his back to follow after izuku who was there, too. reaching a helpful hand out towards his friend. as always, those two hadn’t changed.

a picture of him on his 5th birthday, grinning brightly with one missing tooth at his themed all-might cake. another one of him opening up a stack of christmas presents, boasting a shiny new all might figure the size of his head. you giggle at his dorky heroic pose, resembling his idol’s signature stance.

pictures of him showing off his quirk, of him on his dad’s shoulders at an amusement park, pointing curiously at something out of sight. him at a summer festival, frown pulled tight on his face because he’d been forced to hold hands with izuku for the picture—that one made you snort.

you smile fondly, heart squeezing warmly in your chest.  katsuki has always been so cute. sure, he vehemently denies it all the time, usually shrugging you off and telling you to stop "saying nonsense"—but the proof was right there ! you wished you could pull him out of the picture and squeeze his little cheeks like your own personal stress ball.

he stole his mom’s face, that was a fact nobody could deny. masaru’s genes hadn’t even put up a fight. but in their defence, you don’t think they ever even stood a chance if you knew who his mother was.

they'd definitely had a better chance personality wise, though. while anyone else would say he was his mother’s son through and through, his father’s traits still showed clearly in him to you. he could pretend he was cold, mean and snappy all he wanted, you’d see through him any day. how much he truly felt, how clearly he wore his heart on his sleeve despite trying to cover it up with layers and layers of snarling and cussing and that horrible attitude with his sassy little quips that drove you crazy. you love your katsuki.

with the next flip of the page, your hand freezes. no longer are there pictures of katsuki holding a big stag beetle and sticking his tongue out at you proudly—instead its an actual baby picture. like, baby—baby picture.

as in “i’ve literally just been popped out.” baby.

your eyes widen and what escapes your mouth by accident is a loud laugh you quickly try to cover up lest your boyfriend heard you. even with the lack of eyebrows he looked like a tiny, extremely grumpy, grandpa. next to that, a picture of his mother cradling him and his exact weight and time of birth.

he looks so cherished, so loved in her arms. she smiles down at him sweetly while he cries—her own eyes misty and red with tears. the picture below shows his father taking his turn to carry him—pink in the face and eyes bloodshot. he looks really happy.

there’s one other, smaller picture just below—the classic; a picture of his parents fingers, so much bigger than his then, clutched tightly into his little fists.

you just have to audible awww !

but maybe you shouldn’t have. because katsuki decides show up right then.

or maybe he’d just decided now was the perfect time to make himself known. either way, he spooks the shit out of you. 

“what’s all this noise yer makin’, huh?”

shit.

“katsuki !” you shriek, looking over your shoulder but tucking the photo book to your chest clumsily, clearly failing to hide it. “you’re done showering already ? that was fast !” you squeak.

katsuki squints at you, he leans forward, taking a few steps closer to you. no matter how much you shrink back it's useless when he gets all up in your space.

“you been snoopin’ through my shit ?” 

“not—not snooping ! just—” you fumble to come up with a valid excuse, thumbing at the evidence of your snooping. “i just wanted to see…your mom said she’d show me, and i knew you wouldn’t have let her if she were here.” you huff. 

“damn right i wouldn’t have.” he scoffs, crouching down close to you, he tucks a finger into your armpit to make you wince in shock. he’s already caught on to what you were doing and clearly unimpressed, but his eyes soften. it's an expression he's gotten way more familiar showing you, or maybe he doesn't realise how naturally his face changes anymore.

“don’t need you to be looking through all that...”

“what ? why not ? katsuki, you were adorable !” you swoon, completely forgetting you’ve been caught and quickly picking back up on the latest page you were on like it was a thrilling novel.

katsuki groans dramatically at your words, throwing his head back.“that. that is exactly why.” he huffs.

his eyes quickly widen and he exclaims again when he sees which picture you’re looking at. he shoots forward to snatch the book from you and growls when you just barely manage to dodge him.

“fuckin’ brat—gimme that !” he growls.

“no ! you're gonna have to kill me !”

“you wanna bet on it ?”

you groaned, leaning forward to tuck the book against you harder and it practically digs into your chest. you're almost crouched to the floor from your position. katsuki, ever obstinate, drapes himself over you to snatch it from around you and you wonder in the corner of your mind how the hell you’d explain this position if his parents came in right now. the thought makes your face burn. and you wiggle desperately to push this huge hunk of muscle off of you

“katsuki, get off ! this is weird !” you splutter. 

katsuki readies himself to fire off a quip, but his breath catches. it seems he himself caught onto your...less than savoury position. but he keeps trying to take the book from you, even as he relents and leans a bit further away from you, aiming to tug you upwards instead.

“i’m weird ? i catch you gigglin’ about my baby pictures like a creep but i’m making it weird ?” he scoffs, then finally relents, leaning back on his knees with a grumble.

“i wasn’t being a creep, you weirdo !” you retaliate stubbornly. when you’re sure he's backed off, you lean back up and shuffle away from him for extra precaution, which he rolls his eyes at. you clutch the half open book, smoothing your hand over the page in worry you might’ve crumpled it. 

“i just wanna see what you were like when you were little…” you admit quietly.

katsuki sigh. shoulders dropping with a soft “tch. whatever.”, he plops back on his butt, defeated. 

“just—stop makin’ all the noises…s’weird.” he bemoans, looking away from you.

so cute. so, so cute.

“no promises,” you tease. katsuki’s head whips your way to glare, but he quickly just rolls his eyes again.

but he quickly decides that if you can’t beat em, join em, and shuffles over to you, you lean against him and his body loosens and melts like hot wax, relaxing against you by instinct, a pleased sigh escapes his mouth involuntarily.

the fun ends quicker than expected when he catches sight of his picture, though, like he’d forgotten what you were even tangling about in the first place. he frowns again, hard and cringing.

“hurry up and get that one outta my face.” 

“i really don’t see why you don’t like this picture.” you snort.

katsuki looks at you like you've grown an extra head.

“'cus it looks fuckin’ bad,” he says like it’s obvious “i look like i’m fuckin’—mutated or somethin’. look like a fucked up gerber baby”

your shock makes you laugh, katsuki chuckles next to you at the sound.

“s’okay, suki. most babies look like that.” you sigh, wiping a tear from your eye.

katsuki softly shoves your shoulder with his. “hurry up.” he urges. and finally you comply. 

mixed in with pictures of him at four are pictures of him barely a few months old. then ones where he’s a bit older; nine—maybe eight. katsuki stays quiet throughout most of them, except when some make you both giggle.

there’s a sort of nostalgic glint in his eye when he looks back on them, pressing a hand over yours to still you when he wants to look at one for just a moment longer only to pretend like it didn't happen. you know he wants to talk about them, so you bring some of them up. he doesn’t ramble about them, but there’s the warmth of memories he cherishes when he warms up to your questions over time.

you reach the end of the booklet with a picture of him and izuku dressed as all-might for halloween, candy buckets ready to be filled and smiles wide and happy and sticky sweet.

—they are here !! (they both ended up being all might...)

you smile and even katsuki spares a fond little huff. 

you go back to what you think might be your favourite one. even though there were a lot of strong contenders.

in this one he’s in the kitchen, standing on his tippy toes looking over a pot of something with his mother, she’s guiding him while he mixes with utmost concentration. he’s so little, having to use a stool to be on eye level with the counter but even still wanting to stand up even higher like he had something to prove.  

“your parents are so cute,” you simper. “they really love you..” 

katsuki hums quietly, “i’d hope so,” he jokes, but even he can’t hide the small smile on his face.

“can’t remember what we were makin’ here. probably tasted like shit.” 

you snort. “i’m sure you did your best. can't be that bad if you look that focused.” and that earns you a deep chuckle from him.

katsuki stretches, grunting softly and elbows clicking with soft pops, but makes no move to actually get up “now, when i go looking for your baby pictures don’t treat me like the bad guy. you started this shit.”

you playfully glare up at his stupid smirk. “it’s not a competition, jerk. and don’t you dare !” you warn.

katsuki shrugs smugly, he chuckles again when you shove him.

you’re still looking at the pictures with a smile that doesn’t plan to leave any time soon. but then, the back of your head—a thought appears. one that decided to lodge itself into your mind, your soul and threatens to stay there permanently.

and katsuki, like he has a sixth sense, catches it behind your eyes immediately. 

he pokes your temple, you jolt. “what’s jostlin’ around in that head of yours, hm ?” he teases, but it's quieter than before. 

you shake your head, a shy chuckle escapes you to cover up your growing embarrassment. “it’s nothing.”

clearly. he doesn’t buy it.

“try again.” he reprimands.

you wiggle around uncomfortably , the photo book in your lap trembles lightly from your harsh grip on it the more the pressure builds up for you to answer. suddenly you feel very nervous to voice your thought out loud. 

you bite your lip, desperately trying to find a comfortable postion on his suddenly all too prickly rug. “i was just..thinkin’...”

“uhuh, ‘bout what ?” your boyfriend urges, pressing more of his weight onto you, annoyingly. “s'not often you form a thought up there, this is big. spit it out already.”

“fuck off, you asshole ! i-i was just thinking..! wondering—like—if we ever—y’know..!” you duck your head as the physical and mental pressure of embarrassment threatens to crushes you.

“if we had kids—like, what they’d look like...”

and it’s gone. the pressure, the rain, it’s silent now. completely silent.

you don’t dare peek up at the face your boyfriend is making. it was completely harmless thought, honestly ! the same as using a baby maker on the family computer ! but the sudden realisation that you were wondering about what your children would look like, and how the thought seemed to warm your heart too immensely for it to remain completely innocent hit you like a brick. 

you never thought much about having kids. sure you didn’t mind them, most of them were cute, but you've never talked about this topic together before. 

you feel sweat form on your temple, warmth reaching your chest and your face, your ears are thrumming.

“…kids ?” 

he finally speaks. the tone of his voice sounds like horror and it mortifies you. you quickly shoot up, eyes wide and frantic.

“KID—KID!! n-not—i didn’t mean plural!!”

and truly, you did your very best to try sounding nonchalant and joking, at least, but your nerves were on fire and there was nothing around to put it out. you start seriously contemplating running out in the rain and never showing your face again.

when your eyes meet again though, the look you’re met with isn’t what you expect. he doesn’t look as disgusted as you thought he was. instead his eyes are wide, expressionless but still shocked, like your words haven’t settled in yet, but he's starting to realise the implications of your words.

your throat goes completely dry, because you don’t know how you should take that. you quickly look away, squeaking out a timid “i was just joking..” fumbling with the corner pages of the photo book still tightly clutched in your grip. 

silence, more silence..you wish the floor would just swallow you up already. 

and then, so quiet you almost wouldn't have caught it he speaks “you…want that ?” 

you know what he means. 

“i—“ you cut yourself off. still refusing to make eye contact, you’re too into your own head to realise his tone is different. curious, but warmer, just a bit lighter.

“kid. i said kid.” you mumble, weakly trying to conserve the remains of your pride and backtrack

you hear katsuki shuffles, you fiddle with a bit of the paper at your fingertips.

“..s’wrong with havin’ more..?” 

you slowly lift your head to look up at him. katsuki is the one who avoids your gaze this time, pretending to be focused on the photo book now sitting limply in your hands, still open on the picture of him and his mom. he squints at it, eyebrows pinched tight and cheeks pink.

you look back down, your heart is beating too hard and fast for you to tease him like you usually would for being so uncharacteristically shy.

your fingers slowly creep over to his. he doesn’t comment, only latching two of his own in between three of yours. it’s a bit of an awkward angle but you make it work. it starts feeling nice, familiar, after a while. as all things tend to with katsuki.

“nothin’…nothing at all..” you mumble quietly.

katsuki takes a short moment , you hear his breathing stutter. and then he hums, quietly. “mm.” 

“mm.” you copy. it's silent again, but not as scarily. you hear him huff out a small laugh. 

“an’…how often do you think about this type of shit, huh ?”

“i-i’m not answering that question.”

“f”yer thinkin’ about having my kids, i think i have the right to know that—“

“KID I SAID, I SAID ONE!!”  

he laughs at you like the asshole he is and you huff indignantly. you’re surprised he’s even let this type of “mushy” topic continue for as long as it has without brushing it off. 

“it’s not like i think about it all the time..it just crosses my mind sometimes..y’know ?” you admit.

“yeah..” 

your head whips to him, you hadn’t expected him to actually agree. he still won’t look at you, focusing on tightening his grip on your interlaced fingers, properly clutching your hand in his now.

“just happens sometimes…don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“i—yeah ! totally, it happens…” 

katsuki stays silent but it feels like something's changed in this couple of seconds. as if a switch had flipped.

"yeah..." he trails off, eyes glued to yours. he's still a bit red around his nose and ears, but he looks at you differently right now. you gulp, anxiety and something else pulling in your gut again.

"..wanna get started right now ?"

"huh ?!"

then he leans in and kisses you.

despite the shock, you melt into him easily. he sighs against your nose, pulling back softly to look at you before diving back in like a man starved. one of his warms hands trail softly around your nape, comfortingly rubbing his finger up and down and he smirk pressed to your mouth when you shiver at the feeling.

he gets bolder, his other hand wrapping around your middle and he leans into you so you'll lean back, you do, back pressed to the now not so itchy rug and his hand moving from your nape to the back of your head. your arms wrap around him like instinct.

he makes you dizzy, even as you pull away for air, he doesn't stay unoccupied for long. he kisses up your cheeks and nudges your jaw with his nose so you'll give him space to press his lips there. his grip on you tightens when yours does so in surprise and with a gasp.

"how many you want..?" his voice comes out breathy, still not fully recovered from shoving his tongue in your mouth only moments prior. he gets a bit antsy, mouthing at any part of your jaw he can reach before leaning back up to your face to get your response " huh ? how many ?"

your breath comes heavy, ears burning. "i—i dunno, what do you want ?"

katsuki huffs, eyes trailing to think before he looks back at you.

"think two would be fine. maybe. f'you want more we could have more."

your heart skips.

suddenly, katsuki leans forward to work at your neck again, slowly trailing up.

"i'd want em to have your face," he starts, pressing a kiss to your chin "your eyes...yeah, that'd be fine.." and his voice comes out different. it's dreamy, out of it.

like he's genuinely imagining it the longer this goes on.

"think it'd be for the best if they don't get my attitude, though.." he chuckles.

your fingers find his nape as you run them through the hair there, katsuki shoves his head in your neck with a groan.

"would you want a boy or a girl ?" you ask.

"don't care if it's a goddamn dinosaur s'long as it's healthy."

you giggle, a dinosaur baby. "you shouldn't call our hypothetical baby it." you reprimand.

"the hell else am i supposed to call it ? 'ts not real."

"they ! have some morals !" you giggle, katsuki bites your shoulder, causing you to squeal mid laugh.

"i take back the attitude thing. wouldn't want 'em to have your mouth."

"right, 'cus yours would be so much better."

he scoffs, mouth tilting to press against the base of your throat

"'d like it if they laughed like you.."

you slowly quiet down, this was definitely a new side to katsuki, and to yourself if you were being honest.

"i don't know, i'd like it if they had your brows.." you sigh, lifting his chin to rub a thumb across his features. "i like your eyebrows."

your hands trail down towards the slop of his nose, katsuki's eyes stay fixed to yours, "your nose, too.." he doesn't notice how his mouth drops open the smallest bit when you press your thumb to his lips.

"like your smile, too." you hum "i'd really like them to have that."

"you don't know what you're saying..." he whispers, it comes out slightly strangled. almost a whine of sorts. you feel the warmth run all throughout your body and before you can stop yourself you continue.

"i'd like if they liked spicy food as much as you do, if you taught them how to cook. maybe they'd be boastful like you, but i think that'd be cute."

he shoves his face in your chest, grumbling your name in warning.

"i think they'd be kind too, like you are. even when you pretend you're not."

"now you really don't know what you're talking about.." he protests, you smile wordlessly, eyes soft for the man in front of you.

his grip on you tightens, unbearably so, but you don't mind. "you'd want that...with me ?" he asks, voice muffled. meek almost.

"who else ?" you giggle, and he digs his nose into your stomach in reprimand.

"i'll have one or fuckin' fifteen kids with you if you wanted to." he swears, voice suddenly way too eager and determined.

"that's definitely way too much !" you laugh "i'm never carrying that many babies, sorry to burst your bubble."

"that's fine," he chuckles, smile soft when he looks up again "long as it's with you, wouldn't mind if it's half a kid."

"that's...too little, i think." you smile, so wide and happy.

"just shut up and let me be nice while i feel like it, brat." he leans to chomps on your cheek, and you laugh while weakly pushing them off.

he slowly presses his forehead to yours. not to say anything in particular, you think the most has been said for now. he leans in for one more kiss, this one softer than before but just as sweet and warm.

"no kids for now, though." he sighs, stretching when he sits up again with another groan. he presses a warm hand to your stomach, rubbing soothingly up and down "g'nna have to wait some more."

"it's not like i said i wanted you to get me pregnant right now," you grumble, kicking him from your position on the floor. katsuki laughs meanly, catch your ankle in his big hand. "especially here, of all places. sounds like you're the one who's being impatient." you huff.

"don't know," he smirks, not denying your claim. using the leverage on your ankle, he tugs you closer to his lap, practically manhandling you. you shriek, yelling at him for potentially giving you carpet burn, but he ignores you in favour of settling your leg how he wants it.

"should've seen that look on your face. looked like you wanted somethin', alright."

he leans over you again, your ankle over his shoulder and your head trapped under his scarred muscular arms.

"in the meantime, how 'bout i give you a reward. for bein' so patient, how's that sound ?"

you gulp.

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Horny 3rd year bakugou part 3🙏

Horny 3rd year Bakugou

nsfw

Part 1 Part 2

Katsuki who’s dragged you to the bathroom in the middle of the night. To be fair, your friends were all sleeping on the floor of your dorm room, and you really didn’t wanna risk them hearing or seeing anything, the two of you can get pretty loud at times so it’s probably the best decision you could make. But the thought of it turns him on, the thought that your friends are literally on the other side of the door. 

Katsuki who’s got you pinned against the door, your chest squished right up against it. He’s got you in a slight arch while his hands are resting on your hips, panties pushed to the side while he’s slowly thrusting into you, he’s teasing you, testing how far he can push you before you beg for more. Before you decide to say fuck it and let them hear. He really doesn’t have a pace set, it’s more of him pulling back when you try to sink down on him, only thrusting back in when he hears a little frustrated whine escape your mouth.

Katsuki who eventually slips a hand down around your hips, slowly sliding it down towards the panties you’ve still got on, slipping his hand inside to rub at your clit. When he finally decides to speed up with his pace you’re convinced that the others can hear you. There's a small thump against the door with every thrust, there's the sound of his hips meeting your ass, the slick only adding to it. 

Katsuki who’s finding it so hard to try and keep quiet. The tight, wet heat between your legs is just sucking him in so well. His head is tucked into your shoulder and neck, he can hear every single whine and gasp leaving your mouth. He can hear snoring coming from the other side of the door, and the thought of one of them needing to use the washroom, only to find the two of you fucking inside, gets him so hard. Not that he wants them to see you, because he certainly doesn’t. That’s a sight he’d like to keep to himself.

Katsuki who can’t stop himself from spilling inside of you. Still not even bothering to try and pull out. He stills inside of you, the torment on your clit not stopping until a very audible whine leaves your mouth. One you two worry could’ve woken someone up. You don’t spend very long cleaning up, trying to hurry back in the event someone does actually wake up. Instead quickly leaving the washroom and hurrying back to your bed. Falling asleep in his arms, the evidence of your escapade still spilling out of you.

Katsuki who’s the first person awake in the morning, scrolling through his phone while waiting for you and everyone else to begin waking up. And everything’s going perfectly fine. Perfectly fine until Sero decides to open his mouth. “Did you guys hear that weird thumping last night?”  “Yeah I did! It was so weird.” Neither of you can even look in their direction. But Kirishima knows; he was unfortunate enough to be awake through most of it…

Katsuki

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can you do more about katsuki x his gf while they're both 3rd years?

Horny 3rd Year Katsuki

nsfw

part 1 Part 3

Katsuki who sneaks into your dorm every night after patrol. He knows exactly when the teachers do dorm sweeps, but honestly they’ve really started to give up lately. Horny teenagers are gonna do as they please. He ends up cuddled next to you all night, hopefully you’d convinced him to shower, otherwise he’s just covering your bedsheets in sweat. Although the two of you usually end up doing that regardless….

Katsuki who loves spending the weekend in the dorms. Because that usually means he’s spending it in you! Thankfully most students go home or out for a couple of hours, which gives you guys time to not have to care too much about the noise level, or the bed hitting the wall. You two aren’t forced to find a position that doesn’t rock the bed, you’re able to move as freely and aggressively as you please.

Katsuki who lounges around in your room in just his boxers. He makes sure the door is locked. Not that anyone walking in would see anything they haven’t before… If the weather is a bit cooler he’ll wear sweats with nothing underneath. He likes teasing you, he knows how much you like to stare at his dick, plus it gives you easier access to shove your hands down there. 

Katsuki who’ll invite you into his dorm under the guise of doing homework. Both of you are very aware how it’ll end, and you’re more than prepared for it. He’ll have you face down ass up in his bed. With your face stuffed in the pillow, instead of some dirty talk he’s teasing you about whatever you were supposed to be studying, asking you questions while stalling just to watch you squirm and trying to wiggle back into him. 

Katsuki who knows it's not safe, but he just loves going raw. The two of you are young and he really doesn’t see himself being with anyone else so why the hell not. The first time it happened was because the two of you ran out of condoms, but the two of you were just way too horny to care. The second time it happened was because it just felt so good the first time. And it was fine.. Until he stopped pulling out… which awoke something in both of you. Birth control exists.. 

Katsuki who spends his nights alone fantasising about your future. The place the two of you will move into together after school. Life as pros.. What it would be to defile every surface of that house together. The furniture you’d decorate with, what you’d look like naked and bent over said furniture. But what he’s most excited for is not having to sneak around, not that the two of you were hiding anything, everyone kinda already knew you two were insatiable; but the idea of being able to fuck whereever, whenever and not having to censor yourselves, that really turned him on. 

Katsuki

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hey girl!! can you do bakugo and reader making out in either of their dorms? they're 3rd years atp

Horny 3rd Year Katsuki

nsfw

Part 2 Part 3

Katsuki who’s got you sat up on his lap while the two of you are aggressively making out on his bed. This hadn’t been the plan, originally you’d gone to his room to study for an upcoming final. But clearly that wasn’t happening anymore. But you couldn’t really complain, this was much more engaging. 

Katsuki who’s got an arm round around your waist. His hand groping your ass, squeezing way harder than necessary. His other hand is wrapped around the back of your neck. Not allowing you to escape the messy makeout session the two of you magically fell into.

Katsuki who’ll tighten his grip around your waist. Pushing you down into him while he’s busy grinding his hips up into you. He’ll only pull away from you to hear you moan, he’s addicted to the noises that you make. Addicted to hearing you whine his name. Addicted to hearing you beg for more. Beg for his dick.

Katsuki who’s grown so used to having to kick your friends out of your dorm, just for some alone time. He has to physically drag them out, just so he can get on top of you. He likes to push you down on your own bed, towering over you. He likes trapping you under his weight. Feeling you squirm beneath him, wiggling your hips up into his; it’s not even fully intentional on your end, but it turns him on just as much. 

Katsuki who’ll shift his hips to just the right angle. Grinding his clothed dick into you, huffing into your ear as he slowly gets himself off. He loves making out with you in this position, you’ve really just gotta sit there and take it. And he knows you like it by the way you tug at the hair on the back of his head. How you moan into his mouth. 

Katsuki whose tongue loves your mouth. He loves brushing his tongue against your lips until you give in and allow him entry. He loves how the act takes both your breaths away, how it leaves both of you so fucking horny. You get so fucking whiny when he does it. 

Katsuki who totally forgot to lock the door. So two hours later, mid makeout session the two of you are completely unprepared for Mina to barge into your dorm unannounced. And she’s definitely not alone, Kiri, Denki, and Sero are right behind her. Getting a great view of the two of you. You lie flat on the bed while Katsuki’s body lays atop yours, they can see the way his hips are grinding into yours. And they definitely see him trying to shove his tongue down your throat. They can see how red and swollen both your lips are when the two of you pull away. And they can see just how red Katsuki’s face is as he chases them out all over again…

Katsuki

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꒰ YOUR TEETH IN MY NECK — katsuki bakugou ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ

summary — dilf!suki takes you back to his place to "talk" about his tattoos, even when you both know what's going to happen | or, pt. 2 to tatted, blond and dilf 𐔌 2.3k ꒱ ᝰ.ᐟ

ꉂ — warnings : SMUT (mdni) ・ female reader ・ kissing ・ oral (f!receiving) ・ age gap ・ pet names ・ unprotected sex ・ fingering ・ katsuki has tattoos

It was the second kiss. Or maybe the third? Somewhere between his lips on yours and his hands trailing up your dress, you've completely soaked through your panties.

"You're real antsy, huh?" he questions, lips ghosting over yours as he pulls away. 

Memories from mere hours ago hit you like a freight train, heat furrowing in the pits of your stomach. 

The music, the people, him. 

The way his eyes lingered a second too long while you fumbled for questions to ask, his answers in one ear and out the other when he spoke. Or how your hands never left his arm, teasing traces left over the ink before you realized you were staring.

The touches weren't so soft anymore, his eyes weren't either. 

You'd almost tugged him towards the club's bathroom when he pressed his lips next to your ear, and rested his arm dangerously low against the small of your back. 

Whatever restraint you was left snapped after that — you were seconds from dragging him into a booth at the back of the club.

That is, until he whispered so tenderly in your ear that you 'Needed to be patient', that this was 'No place to take a pretty girl like you'. 

Every word a silent promise to absolutely ravage you — just not yet.

Katsuki Bakugou, as you've now come to know him, lives lavishly — expensive furniture scattered around his apartment surely making for good company. The walls are surprisingly bare, save for a handful of art pieces you're sure costs more than your rent.

He doesn't stop long enough for you to inspect them, only dragging you through the apartment with his hand around your wrist.

"You live alone? Mr. Bakugou . . ?" you question, following closely behind him.

Lost in the haze of tattoos and his woodsy scented cologne, not once did the idea of him being taken cross your mind. Nor what you were meant to call him — Mr. Bakugou? Sir? 

Although judging by the grin on his face, he'd probably enjoy hearing either.

"You sure ask a lotta questions," he smirks, twisting the golden knob of the bedroom door. 

He drags you into the darkness of his room, guiding you towards the bed while he flicks on a lamp. The sheer force sends your body flying off the mattress, bouncing against the plush foam before its grounded by his body over yours.

"You askin' if I'm a cheater, sweets?" 

A thigh slots itself between your legs, the stitching of his pants piercing through the thin fabric of your panties. The feeling makes your back arch — hips moving against him as if they had a mind of their own. 

"Of course not," 

Pressing yourself harder against his leg ,your body buckles at the feeling, a hand snakes it's way to his face as you tug him towards your lips. Warm breath mixes in the minimal space between you two before he closes the distance.

Every clash of lips and tongue is messy, much unlike his composure before. The sloppy grinds against his thigh forcing your mouth to fall open. 

It only makes room for his tongue, weaving itself into the soaked confines of your mouth as he swallows every sound you make. 

"Take off my shirt," he whispers, ending his statement with a kiss against your cheek. Katsuki towers over you as he watches, ruby eyes boring into your needy form as you reach for the plastic. "A good listener too? Someone's horny."

You roll your eyes.

The buttons on his shirt come loose with little effort, his collared shirt slipping from his shoulders and pooling onto the floor. Bold ink stretches over his right arm, trailing it's way over his chest — the dark lines winding over golden skin. 

Your gaze follows the pattern from his forearm to his shoulder — until the design stops. His left side surprisingly bare in comparison.

"Did you run out of things to tattoo?" you smile, reaching out to brush your fingertips over the untouched skin.

"No."

"Then why's this one empty"

A crooked grin tugs at his lips as he fiddles with the hem of your dress, eyes flicking over you like he's already distracted, "Savin' it."

Much like him to answer so vaguely. 

Amused, he watches you, laughing as your brows crease in thought.

"I can hear you thinkin' about it." 

"I'm not."

Liar.

The blonde doesn't waste his breath arguing, actions speak louder than words, after all — like the way your hips buck when he blows softly at your clit, or how your thighs squeeze around his head when he gives the swollen nub a kiss.

He licks a long stripe on the outline of your slit, saliva coating the thin cotton of of your underwear as it sticks to your wetness. Rough hands busying themselves with your chest.

"Mr. - Sir-, please"

Hips bucking against his tongue, dragging the wet muscle over every inch of your core. His tattooed hand moves in front of you, guiding one of yours to his blonde locs. 

"Sir?" he snorts, signalling you to lift your hips as he slips off your underwear, "You're makin' me sound ancient. Just call me Katsuki, yeah?"

His tongue is on you before you can dwell on it — two hands sprawling your thighs apart, as he basks in the glow of your cunt under the dim lighting. He hikes your thighs over his shoulders, inching himself closer to the spot he knows you need him most.

His tongue darts out as if he's testing the waters, dragging it along your slit as he hums against you — his fingers rough on your waist.

You're putty under his touch, thighs clamped around his head as you moan softly into the dim room.

Too quiet for his liking.

He pulls away with your slick coating his mouth, trails of sticky release spanning from his chin to his nose as he mumbles, "Fuck are you so quiet for? You gettin' shy on me, pretty?"

You whine at that, rolling your hips against the air as his lips ghost over your cunt.

"Just feels different."

You certainly caught his attention with that.

"Different, how?" he questions, trailing two fingers from his tatted arm against your soaked entrance, "You gotta talk to me."

His body's now fully on top of yours, bare skin rubbing against your chest as his free hand cages your head. Lips giving a teasing lick to your ear as he watches your writhing form.

With a sigh, your hands cover your face — your body betraying your coyness when his fingers prod at your entrance.

He knows what he's doing — shallowly pressing two fingers inside you before he's pulling them away. Bringing his lips to your face as he commands, "Tell me how it feels."

"G-good. Feels good, Katsuki" you whine, smashing your lips on his to hide the embarrassment clearly written on your face. Your voice is honeyed with want and lust, pressing yourself closer to him as his fingers curl inside you. 

He nods knowingly, nose brushing yours lazily as his fingers move faster. "Yeah? That's a good girl"

Wet squelches bounce off every wall, the sound ringing in your head as heat fills your tummy. Your hands cradle his face as you near your high, moaning into his mouth from the speed of his fingers and the steady gaze of his eyes. 

Even as you cum, his pace doesn't falter — only pulling his fingers from your sopping cunt when you push at his arm. He licks the digits hungrily, milking the droplets of your slick for its every last inch.

Palming the bulge uncomfortably tucked in his pants, he laughs, "That wrecked just from my fingers, hm?"

That earns him another eye roll.

He makes quick work of taking off his clothes and yours, his belt clanking on against your dress thrown in the corner of the room. 

Every inch of his body is a sight to behold, muscles protruding against his honeyed-skin as he fists his cock. It was as if he was sculpted by hand, every detail crafted with the utmost care. 

He's so hot.

"Do you have a condom?" he asks, digging in his drawer. His hands raise in defence when you stare at him offended, rummaging through the drawers of his nightstand as he pulls one out.

He makes slow work of the latex — painfully slow. Thick fingers fussing with the plastic as the room washes over with silence — you have half the mind to yank it from his hands.

So you do.

The shimmery packaging tossed onto his floor. 

"That's not safe sex." he taunts, although the subtle bounce of his cock against his toned chiselled torso tells a different story. 

You ignore him, opting for focusing on the reason why you "actually" went home with this man in the first place. 

"Why wear long sleeves when you've got all…" you pause, gesturing to his arm " … these" you murmur, scooting yourself towards his spot on the bed as you lie back against the bed, watching him impatiently.

You're the one being ignored this time — tattooed hand pumping itself lazily as he coats himself in his own slick.

Just like the rest of his place, his room doesn't tell you much about him, keeping the blonde man with his scarred skin and smug-attitude an untold mystery, which only makes the tattoos scattered all the more interesting.

Trailing your gaze over every inch of his room — something you probably should've done before had this man turned out to be a serial killer.

"What's that one for?" you hum, eyes catching on the litter of small explosions inked on his arm.

He stares at you, then down at himself, a silent questioning of your timing written all over his face before he follows your gaze, "That one was a stupid mistake"

You eye him suspiciously before pointing at the linear art on his pec, "And this one?"

"Even stupider."

Surprisingly, no eye roll this time.

He's over your antics now, laughing at your defeatedness as he cages you underneath his body. Dragging his tip over the slick of your cunt as distraction. 

"Is this still okay?"

You nod softly, grabbing his shoulders to pull him towards you when you feel the gentle press of his length between your thighs. 

"Enough of that quiet shit," he groans, words cut off as he presses himself in deeper, "Be loud f'me, or else I'll stop"

His threats fall on deaf ears as you whine beneath him, hips twitching against his. The words once waiting to be spoken caught in his throat as he buries himself to the hilt, hips pressed against yours as his face falls into the crook of your neck. 

You whine against his cheek, his thick cock splitting you open in the best way possible — sweat and sex blurring your senses as you adjust to his size.

There's a soft rock of his hips, then another — each thrust a testing push that buries him deeper inside your gummy walls. He groans at every sound that slips past your lips, losing himself in your hear as he drives himself further with every slow thrust.

"Still too quiet" he grunts, finishing each word with a sharp thrust, hips fastening their pace, "Louder."

Your mouth falls into a wide 'O' at the shift in speed, skin slapping in rhythmic motions as he thrusts deep inside you. 

Low, and guttural — you moan into the empty space on the left side of his neck before giving the unmarked skin a teasing nip.

Paintings rattle against their spot on the walls as he drags your hips to meet his, a chilling reminder of just how fast he was going. 

Slipping a hand down the valley of your bodies, he toys with your clit. A whine of his name is ripping from your throat as he does so - his cock reaching lengths so deep it pummels the spongy spot inside you like he's trying to learn it. 

Each thrust is more desperate than the last as he watches you underneath him. His eyes honed in on your every reaction as you cry out blissfully. 

"Feel good?" he asks as if his voice alone doesn't force your walls to clench, squeezing around him like a vice he wouldn't dare try to escape. He smirks when you nod your head, pressing his face just a little closer, "Say it."

"F-feels good, 'Suki" 

The words come out in a breathless hush as the feeling of his cock clouds your mind, thighs shaking around his waist as you desperately try to pull him closer. He grunts in response, whispering a small 'Fuck' at the new name, his body suddenly flustered as his pace falters before they're given less than a second to recover.

Warm breath fans over your lips, his nose forcefully pushing against yours with each brutal thrust. 

Flustered, and maybe a bit shy, your eyes lock on his unmarked skin, waves of lust guiding your every move. 

Mindlessly you bite, plush skin sinking into the whites of your teeth as you gnaw and lap at the his shoulder — you're sure that'll leave a mark.

He hisses through his teeth, hips stuttering their pace as he relishes in the sting before they pick up in speed once again. 

"Yeah, mark me gorgeous. Like I'm— fuck— 'm all yours, huh?"

His. His. His.

Every inch of your body taking on a new wave of confidence as your mouth moves against the spot — licking, biting, sucking on the honeyed skin as your eyes well from pleasure.

The sounds in the room are nothing short of lewd — hips colliding, muffled moans against his shoulder, shameless grunts tumbling from his bruised lips — it's all too much for either of you to take.

His resolve snaps when you squeeze around him. Hips jolting almost painfully against you as he fucks you through your high, his not far behind. 

Symphonies of groans and whines reverberate through his apartment, his last few thrusts sloppy inside your sopping walls before he's pulling out with a wet 'pop' Your juices leak down every inch of his cock, mixing with the white globs that drip from his tip. 

He's fully on top of you now, pounds of muscle stuck to your skin through the power of sweat and pure filth.

"You still with me?"

You hum softly, grabbing at his cheeks to pull him into a deep kiss. There's a softness to it, one that holds a thousand different feelings in the warm hush of your quiet afterglow.

"You should wear more short sleeve shirts" you whisper against his lips.

He chuckles, brushing away the hair that sticks to your forehead, as he smiles playfully, "Yes ma'am." 

Katsuki rolls you over with ease, your body now pressed comfortably against his chest as he holds you in his arms — the tattooed one tracing your curves lazily.

"… Kats?" you whisper, voice hoarse from its earlier exhaustion, "One more time?"

You hide your restlessness by pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, thighs spread over his as you settle on top of his chest. Your hips move slowly against his cock, the appendage still sitting painfully hard against his toned frame. 

A hearty laugh this time.

"You sure, sweets?" he asks, two thick hands making themselves comfortable on the globes of your ass, "You look pretty tired to me."

You huff, adjusting yourself to prod his weeping cock against your entrance."No, that's you." you huff, adjusting yourself to prod his weeping cock against your entrance, "Don't tap out on me, Grandpa."

Katsuki would rather die than do that, especially when the words "tap out" and "grandpa" used to describe him, are something he's more than happy to fuck right out of your head. 

. . . 

Only a few weeks later, and you're glad to call "Mr. Bakugou" your boyfriend. Spoiled in the luxury and comfort of his heart, he dotes on you in a way no man ever has.

The next time you see Katsuki, you're both clad in a lot more clothes — well, sort of. His burly frame looks almost out of place in such a small café, broad shoulders plopping into the seat across from you.

"You look good" he smiles, beckoning towards the few hickeys that have yet to fade

One more eye roll for the books.

You hum at that, swirling your drinks in the white porcelain as you bring it to your lips, hiding your smile "Short sleeves this time?" you question, swigging the drink in your mouth, "Looks good on you."

Now it was his turn to smile.

He stretches his arms under the light of the cafe, muscles tensing as he does. The tattoos now exposed in broad daylight moving across his skin as your eyes trail from his forearms to his neck—

What the fuck was that?

You reach for the collar of his shirt before you can stop yourself, tugging at the fabric to reveal the ink on the left side of his collarbone.

"Katsuki, is that my fucking name on your shoulder?"

He only stares at you blankly, an unfazed look on his face. "'Course it is." 

He smiles at your awestruck face, laughing as you thumb the skin to check if it's real.

Clearly you couldn't put the words together, and Katsuki's smirk is far too good at filling the silence.

"Your birthday. I'll put that—" he points to a spot on his forearm, thick veins pulsing under his skin "—right here." 

If it was any consolation, you still had yet to find the tattoo of your lips at the back of his neck.

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꒰ TATTED, BLOND AND ... DILF?! — katsuki bakugou ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ

summary — the blond man in the club looks too old to be here. unfortunately, that only makes him hotter ᝰ.ᐟ

— cw : female reader, age gap (katsuki late 30s, reader mid 20s), flirting, drinking, pet names, suggestive .ᐟ

"Holy shit"

"I know.

"He's hot"

"I know." you whisper, shovelling the drink down your throat as you throw a glance over your shoulder. 

The club reeks of sweat, booze and cheap cologne. The bass rattling so hard you're convinced your ribcage might burst. It's been three hours of this — three hours of shifting weight from one foot to the other as you pretend your feet don't ache. 

In all honesty, you'd been looking for an out. Racking every inch of your brain for a reason to drag mina home and spend the rest of your night in your pjs watching sitcoms — that is, until you finally found a reason to stay.

Blonde, tatted and built — and at minimum twice your age. Tucked away in a corner booth with his arm slung over the leather seat, the other clutched around a glass of amber liquor. 

He looks grumpy, angry. Like someone dragged him away from his regularly scheduled programming to be here, and he was not happy about it.

His gaze barely wavers from one spot on the dance floor, scowl permanently etched on his face as the sight forces him to sip his drink. Your eyes follow his, every inch of you praying he wasn't on guard for some woman tucked between the writhing bodies.

Instead, you catch a glimpse of three men as dangerously out of place as he is — you can only imagine that they're his friends.

They look too grown to be here. broad shoulders shoved in dark button-ups, watches glinting beneath the flashing lights while they stumble over their own feet — flirting with women who cling to them like accessories.

The redhead of the group looks towards the blonde in his drunken stupor, yelling that "he's got another one coming" — yeah, they're his friends alright.

And he does — two at that. 

Two women in short dresses brushing their fingers over his inked arm. he's respectful, but certainly not fazed — barely sparing them a glance as he nods along. 

The conversation doesn't last a minute longer; the two of them sent off with a scoff and flat expressions, already scanning for their next target.

Mina's eyes are already on yours when you turn toward her, reaching for your drink as she smiles in his direction. 

"Looks like it's now or never," she says.

Your breath catches when you're met with crimson eyes staring back, taunting and expectant — like he's been watching you longer than you realized.

He's waiting.

The glass in his hand does nothing to hide the smile on his face, light catching on the crystalline rim as he watches you expectantly. Every step feels like a beckon, willing you with the glow of his irises and the slight spread of his legs to come just a little closer.

Like you're the one being tested.

The booth feels like the only quiet spot in the club. Music and drunken chatter dulling out from your senses — until suddenly all that's left is him.

He's bigger up close. Veins trace his forearm under the low light as he swirls his drink. your eyes catch on the brazen ink — thick, intricate lines curling over every muscle.

"I like your tattoos" you say, elbows resting on the table as you try to ignore how suddenly out of place you feel.

His mouth twitches into a toothy grin, scowl once dominating his face all but gone as it's replaced by a sharper look — he's intrigued.

"Yeah? you like them?" he leans back, eyes dragging over you before it flicks back up to your face, "Means a lot coming from a pretty girl like you."

"Hm" you hum, smile matching his even as you falter under the weight of the new pet name, "They're… hot" 

He lets out a quiet exhale, almost a laugh. 

"The tattoos?" he tilts his head "… Or me?" 

He doesn't wait for your answer. Instead, he trails a thick finger over the skin, pushing his sleeves high enough to expose the ink disappearing beneath his shirt.

Your hand reaches out before you can think, barely grazing his arm before—

"Careful," he warns, voice husky beneath the music, a roughness that hits your ears at just the right tone to make your thighs squeeze, "Some of these are older than you, pretty"

That does it.

"Really?" you tease, fingers now fully tracing the outline of his tattoo, "Is that supposed to scare me?"

You don't miss the way his eyes widen just slightly — gaze flicking to his friends who've seemingly been paying no mind to him all night — before they land on your lips.

"You tell me."

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a/n: new layout i’m playing around with, im not 100% sold but bare with me 🙂‍↕️ - @lonelyfooryouonly ... lwk gonna use the taglist the next time i post

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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ cw: mdni! fem!reader, nipple play, fingering, edging, squirting, your pussy getting slapped once, overstimulation | 1.1k words

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It was almost embarrassing to talk with your boyfriend about something your friends have been obsessed with lately, not even daring to admit to them that you've tried it before but it just wouldn't happen. Of course, dear Katsuki enjoyed watching you squirm and suffer in front of him, trying to let him know what exactly you wanted. 

"So… You want me to help you take a piss?" He asked amused, causing you to burn up with the way he put it, a long sigh escaping your lips 

"It's not…peeing you dimwit…but yes," you stammered as your eyes drifted down to your lap out of embarrassment. 

All you could hear was a soft chuckle that came from the blonde, followed by rustling of the sheets as he moved around. When you dared to look up again he sat against the headboard, legs slightly spread and mischief written across his face 

"Are you gonna sit there forever or will you let me play with you?" He asked in a teasing way, patting the empty space in front of him. 

You looked at him with wide eyes, not expecting him to be so willing to do it right away but you simply nodded before crawling over to him. 

Once you were nestled between his thighs your lips crashed onto his in a passionate kiss while your hands were busy taking your shorts off. 

"Everything," he hummed as he tugged on the hem of your shirt, wanting to have you completely bare against him. 

When you finally settled between his legs, your back resting against his chest, he hooked your legs over his own to keep them spread wide, a small "tsk" escaping his lips when you tried to close them at first. His soft lips came to nibble at your neck, slender fingers snaking towards your chest to knead your chest. 

Soft mewls escaped your lips when he rolled your nipples between his fingers and it made him chuckle. 

"You're so needy," he teased and pressed his hardened length against your back to let you know that he was just as needy, but his goal was clear, to get you to make a mess all over his hand and bed. 

You were so lost in the pleasure his hands provided to your nipples that you barely noticed how one of his hands slid further down between your legs. A small slap to your glistening cunt pulled you back to reality with a squeak.  

"Mhh… better pay attention," he mused and let a finger slide between your slick folds. 

As he slowly circled your clit, you let your head fall back onto his shoulder, fully relaxing into him to allow the pleasure to take over your body. With skilled fingers he quickly built up this all to familiar heat in your lower abdomen. 

Katsuki chuckled deeply when he took his hand away right before the knot was ready to burst, leaving you a whimpering mess. The cruel treatment made you want to whine and close your legs to create at least some sort of friction, but closing your legs was impossible with the way his own held yours open. "Patience, my sweet" he whispered, soft lips connecting to your neck once again as his fingers came up to your mouth. 

"Open up," he ordered and you knew better than to deny him, so you allowed him to push his fingers into your awaiting mouth, cleaning up his fingers as you sucked gently before swirling your tongue around them. 

With a pop he released them from your mouth and bit down on a sensitive spot on your neck before speaking again 

"Such a good girl for me. Enjoying to taste yourself, hm?" That cocky bastard, you thought to yourself, but your mind quickly went blank the second you felt the tip of his finger circle your dripping core, eagerly awaiting him. 

The way his fingers curled upwards against your sweet spot had you seeing stars, the squelching sound almost drowned out your soft moans and whimpers. 

Right before you had the chance to get your sweet release he did it again - removing his fingers to leave you clenching around nothing, chasing an orgasm that wouldn't come. 

"Kats, please… Need to cum," You whined desperate, hating it when he edged you, but he turned your head slightly to the side to kiss your temple.

"You're too impatient, you little brat. You wanted to make a mess, right?" He questioned as if he knew exactly what he was doing, smirking when he saw you nod. 

"Then take it like a big girl," he hummed before pushing his fingers back inside of you to work you up a few more times. 

When you suddenly started to stiffen up he hummed softly into your ear, knowing exactly that you feel the pressure of what's about to follow 

"Don’t think so much, just let your body take control." His voice gently reassured you when he brought his free hand up to play some more with your nipples, while his fingers harshly massaged your sweet spot. 

As if his words were all you needed, you came with a silent scream, clear liquid squirting out of your cunt and wetting the sheets as your eyes rolled back in your head. The sensation was unlike anything you’ve felt before. Katsuki's fingers kept rubbing your clit in fast circles to make this orgasm last even longer. However, the second you calmed down, he plunged his fingers back inside once again.  

"Look at the mess you made, you naughty girl. Wet the whole bed," he groaned and his pants felt painfully tight against him now, but he wanted you to do it again - needed you to. 

You were whining his name so sinfully when your head rolled off his shoulder to watch his fingers disappear into your needy cunt as another orgasm hit you. Another wave of clear liquid sprayed out of you as Katsuki moaned in your ear from how tight you were squeezing his fingers. 

Once you caught your breath, he rubbed slow, lazy circles on your bundle of nerves to help you ride the high out and chuckled softly at how you squirmed around from the overstimulation.  

"You better not tap out now baby. Gonna do it again around my dick, yeah?" His words resembled an order,  more than a question and all you could do was nod, addicted to this newfound pleasure. 

[cinna-creme]

a/n: i think i miss my wife - back to kiri and bkgsqd slop soon !

“lemme suck on it.” you whine, pawing at katsuki’s sweats.

“oh my god.” he side eyes you and scoots to the other end of the couch.

“c’mon pretty.” you purr.

“you sound like a creep.” his blush rises up his neck.

“so it’s a crime to think my boyfriend is hot?” you crawl into his lap. “and pretty.” you bury your fingers in his hair. “and ridiculously cute when he’s blushing.”

“you-” he groans when you roll your hips. “you asked to suck on it.” his pupils blown wide.

“mhm.” you lean down and press your lips to his neck.

you grind your hips against lap, feeling his cock start to harden beneath you with your slow movements. his phone is forgotten and his hands find your waist while you hump against him. you tug his hair and tilt his neck back, smirking at the groan that leaves his lips.

“does my pretty boy want a kiss?” you whisper, lips brushing against his softly.

“yes.” he squeezes your hips.

you press your lips to his and roll your hips, tugging softly at his hair as he groans into your mouth. you pull back and he slowly blinks up at you, lips a little more swollen. he leans up for another but you sit back, grinding against him a little harder.

“ask.” you look down at him.

“another kiss.” he’s breathless already.

“good boy.” his hips jerk up into yours. “ohhh i know, baby.”

your lips fall to his and you quicken your movements, knowing it won’t take much when he’s already so reactive. he gasps when your tongue slides agaisnt his, caressing and guiding while he melts below you. he’s moaning into your mouth, hips canting up on their own accord as the pleasure rises in his lower abdomen.

“fuck your gonna make me cum.” he tosses his head back and you press your lips to his throat.

“want you to cum for me.” you nod, grazing your teeth against his hot skin. “then we’ll take a shower.”

“what-hic! what about you?” his hands on your hips clamp down and move you faster.

“want you to cum for me katsuki.” you whisper. “be a good boy and cum.” you smile feel the full body tremor and then the way his thighs stiffen as he fills his pants. “that’s good, baby.” you place one last kiss on his neck and get up to lead him to the shower.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

#luvlife ꩜ katsuki bakugou ⋆·˚ ༘ *

synopsis. katsuki wants to know why you're staring at everyone today. and, most importantly, why everyone except him ?!

cw. nothin big i think ! readers is kinda weird n its okay embrace your inner weirdo to be cringe is to be weirdo, either way katsuki's into it bad lol, cussing. cut him some slack he's nervous

a/n. short bday post(wasnt originally but i remembered hey today birfday! lol), i had funsies making this banner i wish i could've used it for something better lol but i fink this is cutesie(then again ive got free will for a reason i could use it again if i want to will keep in mind) the title of this is the name of the song that ppl use in that mii trend i think it's so cute omg i need NEED THIS GAME GIMME IT

you're going around asking all your classmates to get a look at their faces.

it was definitely weird at first, the way you walked up to kirishima and told him to sit still for a couple seconds. especially because all you did afterwards was nod and walk off, but everyone is pretty much used to your antics. they were endearing in a way...so he's heard. not that katsuki finds you endearing.

it really would freak out anybody unfamiliar how kaminari, sero, midoriya, iida, shoji... all your friends simply seem so damn eager to help you in whatever it is you were doing. no questions asked. guess you could say class A was bonded in that way.

katsuki wonders what the hell was up with that...but more importantly, he bitterly wonders why you hadn't walked up to him yet.

it's stupid, you were just doing something stupid again. still, it wasn't like you to shut him out of your stupidities. he thought you were somewhat close enough to have him included, yet you avoided him like the plague. there weren't that many people in your class--what, did you think you were too good to look at his face or something ?

..what's wrong with his face anyway ?!

nothing. of course there's nothing wrong with his damn face and he knows that (he'd checked the bathroom mirror earlier and nothing seemed out of place at least). you definitely weren't scared of him..at least he hopes thinks so. the way you never failed to run your mouth sure made it seem like you liked him enough to bother him. so what the fuck was your deal now ?

finally, after classes end, katsuki catches you outside of class 3-B. he'd just been gotten a drink from the vending machine and decides--

fuck it.

"oi."

you look up at him, blinking in surprise before your face settles again. katsuki analyses you, you don't seem mad. he wants to hit himself for worrying so much about how you feel.

"hi." you respond casually, happy. the relief in flowing through his chest feels like a breath of fresh air in a sunny, flowery field. yuck. he should stop thinking.

as casually as he can he cracks open the can of soda he bought, groaning when a few fizzles spurt onto his finger. "what're doin' standin' here like an idiot ?"

you don't ask him the easy question of why he's so curious to know what you're doing, the snide comment he made doesn't even distabilise you a little bit. you never did what katsuki expected you to. maybe that was what made you so interesting to him, regrettably. you definitely kept him on his toes.

you softly rock forward and back on your heels, a soft hum slips past your lips "i'm waiting for tetsutetsu. i need his face."

that was definitely a sentence. to hear on a tuesday.

"...the fuck did you just say ? "

"i need to...see, his face."

you seem to realise yourself that the response was absurd, and katsuki should feel insulted when you laugh in his face but he's sure that if he were to see his expression from another point of view it'd make him chuckle a bit.

"it's for my game." you continue explaining when katsuki raises a brow, mouth occupied with his drink "my tomodachi life island, i'm adding all my friends to it. i don't wanna make any mistakes on the faces, you know ? i promised tetsu i'd add him to my island, so i'm waiting for him now." you say, tone now a bit more cheerful.

katsuki feels his expression sour at the affectionate nickname, he gulps back his drink "and you're gonna corner him to stare at his face like you've been doing with everyone else all day ?"

you nod assuredly "yup."

"tch," he scoffs. figures you'd ask someone from the whole other class before him. not that he cares or anything.

you tilt your head, stepping a bit closer and katsuki almost jumps out of his skin. he hates how you make him feel, how every one of your movements no matter how small throws him off completely.

"you're mad ?"

"no." comes his quick, sharp response. his eyes won't meet yours after a couple seconds of your stare down match. you have those often, granted katsuki thinks you might not see them as matches like he does. you watch him like a docile bird but he feels like prey under your gaze.

he moves back to make space between you both but you step closer. his breath gets caught in his throat, grip now tight on his soda can. "oi-"

"why are you mad ?"

"i'm not fuckin' mad." he hisses through gritted teeth.

you snicker after a pause, clearly not convinced. and you tell him so. because you always believed katsuki needs your opinion on him.

"you're a terrible liar."

usually, katsuki likes that you're so outspoken. it was one of many things thing he respected about you. he also sort of liked how you laughed. it was soft and airy and it trails off at the edges, fading for only him to hear in instances like this. like the soft smell of your perfume that tickles his nose and--

"tetsu sure is taking a while, i wanna add him to my island already. i want to make him friends with kiri." you sigh, your complaint trailing off into a whine.

katsuki snaps out of his daydream to roll his eyes, this time making sure to take a full step away from you, as casually as he could. he chooses to stand a bit next to you, leaning against the wall.

"can't believe you'd waste your time on this shit..." he grumbles, he can't watch his tone enough for it not to sound bitter before it's already out.

"oh, bakugou, you buzzkill.." your eyes widen and you turn your stupid face at him with the smallest hint of a smirk, eyes twinkiling with thoughts katsuki already knows he'll hate. his lip curls up into a frown.

"i hate that face. whatever you're thinkin' fuckin'--stop.'"

"do you wanna be on my island ?"

you say it quickly, arms behind your back to fiddle at your hands excitedly. you talk like you're trying not to scare off a wounded animal. it should feel insulting, but an unknown instinct in him prepares to hiss.

"that's not what the fuck i said."

"but it's what the fuck you meant." you respond without missing a beat, completely straight faced despite what you just said. katsuki catches the laugh building in his throat too late until it clogs weirdly and he clears his throat to pretend it didn't happen.

and clearly it doesn't work to fool you, you smile a little wider.

"that's funny i...i was gonna ask you if you wanted to be in it, actually." you mutter, eyes drifting downards and away from his now. his ears prick up at your words despite himself.

"so..why didn't you ?" he mutters, trying not to sound overly eager.

you shrug casually, too casual for katsuki who feels like flicking you on the forehead for causing him so much distress over something so stupid.

"just thought you didn't want to.." you admit "i wasn't going to force you to be a resident against your will."

he huffs, remembering not to let his arms drop since he still has a drink in his hand. he chugs the remainder of his drink down, then turns and chucks it in the trashcan behind him.

"well...you're not hearing me say no, are you ?"

"well, technically you just did."

"cus you fuckin--accused me of sayin' shit i didn't say." he scoffs.

you roll your eyes but thankfully, you let him have this. "well bakugou, can i add you to my island ?" you smile widely, eyes crinkling at the corners.

he raises a brow, this time actually shoving his hands in his pockets "y'not gonna stare into my soul like with the other guys ?" he jokes.

this time you splutter, eyes darting around you. you quickly look off to nothing in particular to your right. "i don't need to look at your face."

his eyebrows furrow, insulted "fuck does that mean ?! why not ?"

"cus...cus !" you insist weakly. your lips pull down into a small pout and katsuki hates how cute he finds it. you look stupidly cute.

he scoffs. "that doesn't mean anything, just so you know."

"i already know what your face looks like--i'm already looking at you." you shoot back quietly, face completely turned away from him now, glued to the floor, staring holes into the tile below your feet.

pride bubbles in his chest. finally, he has the upper hand. for once, you're the one stumble over your words about him catch you off guard. thinking he might start to enjoy this too much, he takes his chance and steps a bit closer.

"well, now y'not..." he drawls lowly, "you don't wanna miss any details, right ? i'll get pissed off if you get my face wrong, i'll start a fuckin' riot on your island."

your shoulder shake with a giggle. then, with a sigh, you finally look up at him. katsuki hates how quickly his heart beats, how quickly he feels nearly cornered again. how thrilling it all feels. you tilt your head and he stares back, challenging, raising a brow.

katsuki doesnt know how long he sits there letting you look at him, but he nows he won't to stop you for however long you feel like standing here playing this game. he can't have you know that thought, so he speaks again, sarcastically.

"takin' your sweet time, huh ?"

your nose scrunches up and you playfully frown at him, tutting. "my island is on the line here. can't make any mistakes," you tease.

"besides i wanna...get you right. you've got a lot of details."

"m'pretty sure human faces should have a lot of details."

you rolls your eyes, but they dont stray far. he doesn't want them to."it's different right now..." you whisper.

"different..?" he utters just as quietly. he leans in slowly, so close now he can see your lashes flutter in surprise. yet, you don't move.

"yeah, you're...different," your eyes flick down to his lips before locking with his again. "in a good way."

katsuki gulps, his eyes flutter shut before he blinks then back open, you follow the movement with utmost focus.

it makes him dizzy, but you won't look away, and neither will he. he definitely doesn't plan on breaking first but he'll admit you're a worthy opponent. he can't tell if the way your eyes dart across his face means you're still analysing him or if this was something completely differnt now.

who was he kidding...whatever it was, so long as it was you he couldn't find it in himself to complain. or tell you to stop. because the truth is that he doesn't want to either when he thinks to lean forward again. just a little more--

"oh ! hiya, yn ! and the explosion guy !"

just as quickly as it happened the moment's over. a small shriek slips past your lips, katsuki's just quick enough to miss you almost headbutting him. your head whips around dumbly searching for the source of your interruption. you relax when you realise that metal freak finally appeared. just as quickly as you'd been batting your eyelashes at him your face hardens, your shoulders square up at attention.

"a-ah, tetsu ! c'mere, i need your face !"

"huh ?!"

katsuki wonders if there's a way to kill people in your game.

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[lilithkleia]

drummer!bakugo x reader x guitarist!kirishima hcs !

drummer!bakugo, who’s always been in love with you since the start, his lead singer, the girl with the messy hair and a voice that rivalled his—loud and magnetic, it’s like you were just made for him. and gods, that pissed him off.

guitarist!kirishima, who’s a lot more smug around you than bakugo is, always teasing you until you’re flustered and hiding your face, leaning close to you during performances, watching you nearly trip over your words and lose your mind while his breath fans the back of your neck.

drummer!bakugo, who doesn’t know if he wants to be kirishima or be with him—something about watching the red haired man lean closer and closer to you, watching him hug you like he wants to crawl in your skin and god bakugo doesn’t know who he’s jealous of.

guitarist!kirishima, who’s always finding ways to piss bakugo off, seating you on his lap, grinding you down on him slowly, slinging an arm around you and holding you close while watching bakugo clench his fists in rage, just trying his hardest to hold back from lashing out.

drummer!bakugo, who runs hot—it’s like he’s a human heater, always cuddling you when you get cold, tugging you closer with a scoff when he catches you shivering, smirking at kirishima while he eyes you in bakugo’s lap, cozying up to him with his big, beefy arms wrapped around you. and gods, kirishima wishes bakugo would just headlock him with those arms of his.

guitarist!kirishima, who’s secretly smitten for the both of you, always getting you guys bouquets and snacks while you jump into his arms, kissing him on the cheek to thank him while a flush creeps up his neck. while bakugo awkwardly hugs him, his arms crushing kiri into his chest and kirishima swears he could see god that very instant.

drummer!bakugo, who doesn’t know how to tell you that he likes you without just lashing out—calling you annoying and insufferable while you laugh at him, when all he wants to do is grab you by your collar and kiss you stupid.

guitarist!kirishima, who jerks off in your shower, the very thought of having you or bakugo in on him gets him harder, leaking pre from his painfully flushed tip while he moans—fantasizing about having you on your knees before him with bakugo behind him, kissing his neck while you take all of him inside your mouth, gagging around his cock until tears rim your eyes. and before he knows it, his abs are painted white, cum coating his hands while he whines.

drummer!bakugo, who has the filthiest dreams about you and kirishima, thinking about how pretty you’d look underneath him, with kirishima bullying you to tears, his cock splitting you open while bakugo watches, biting your thighs while you try to push his head away, moaning.

guitarist!kirishima, who gets off on flustering bakugo, always butting his way into his personal space simply to watch the massive man squirm around him.

drummer!bakugo, who’s mean just to cover up the fact that he’s shy and the fact that he wants the two of you so fucking badly that it’s starting to hurt.

guitarist!kirishima, who’s barely resisting the urge to just grab the two of you and kiss you until you can’t breathe, but he can’t let go of what you guys have now, because what if confessing means that you lose what the three of you have? what if he loses the friendship?

bleugh. @tokkushin u da goat for helping me with this. ok i’m gonna stop the lazy fics and write actual oneshots ok guys.

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

[sugarwarachan]

andy’s notes: trying to write again!! so have some bakugou breeding kink thoughts 💭

no matter how much you beg, katsuki won’t fuck you without a condom.

“that’s irresponsible.” he grits his teeth as he bottoms out. he loves the little squeeze between your brows that you make at the stretch. “how many times do I gotta keep telling you?”

(that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think about it. doesn’t mean he’s not tempted.)

for example, he knows exactly what you’re doing when you dig your heels into his back and lift your hips up to pull his cock in even deeper. he sees that infuriating smirk before you tell him how badly you want him to fill you up.

and he can usually muscle his way through it. give you several hard cracks across your ass; that always gets you to stop caring where he cums.

and what makes him finally give in isn’t anything special. he’s just tired, leaning hard on the doorway to toe off his shoes, and he sees you asleep on the couch. blanket creasing your cheeks.

his heart does that thing that it always does around you. it squeezes so tight in his chest he feels, briefly, like he’s about to die.

he sweeps hair back from your forehead. “baby?” you blink your eyes open, drool drying on your chin. one of his old shirts envelopes you. it’s absolutely insane how much he loves you. “what ya doin’ out here?”

you fall into his chest, huffing in his scent. “waiting for you. stupid.”

that’s it.

he scoops you into his lap, and in the brilliant way he has with you, you know exactly what he wants. you undo his zipper, stroking his half-hard cock to stiffness, and line him up.

you cock your head. “condom?”

he doesn’t answer. just thumbs your clit and kisses you, licking into your mouth when you gasp in surprise.

“fuck the condom.” you’re so warm, so soft . “wanna feel you, honey.”

the pet name isn’t like him, and he can’t explain why he needs to use it - maybe because he knows he’ll be scooping you into his lap like this until he dies, and you deserve to hear the kind of sweet names he hears other couples use.

“i’m not on the pill —” but you’re sinking down slowly, anyway. “We could - fuck - you could actually knock me up, katsuki.”

he cups your face. through his exhaustion, he wears a feral, dazed grin.

“yeah.” he braces his feet on the ground and rolls his hips up, seating you fully on his cock. “but i thought you liked risk.”

[bearinlaice]

in the same space (smut) off-menu (smut)  practice makes perfect ! (smut) “bring it on hero” (smut) charged to the touch (smut) pt.2 (smut) an eater (smut) 8pm and you (smut) princess (smut) fight me, love me (angst, smut) “let me hear you” (smut) “speakin’ my language..?” (smut) pt.2 (smut) “you’re not supposed to get up, kats!” (smut)  good boy!~ (smut)  “don’t hang up.” (smut) monsterfuckin’ kats (smut) breading with bakugo, no pun intended (smut)  out on a limb!~ (smut)  office katsuki (smut) “i bite things i like.” (suggestive)  the concept(suggestive)  corgasm !? (smut) virgin kats (smut) pt.2 (suggestive, smut) showerheaddd (smut) everybody here wants you…(smut) arts n crafts (smut) drunk in luv!~ (smut) seven minutes in heaven! (smut)  sleepyheads (smut) rut (smut) caught red handeddd (smut)  grinderrr (smut) dragon drabble (smut) glasses (smut) pt.2 (smut) lightweight (smut) your highness (smut) whipped cream (smut) meow (smut) pt.2 (suggestive) pt.3 (suggestive)  honeymoon (smut)  accidental submission (smut)  safeword (smut, comfort) happy trail (suggestive) pick up the phone (smau) (suggestive) hopelessly yours (fluff, smut)  valentines day (smut) pt.2 (smut) beefy!bakugo (suggestive, smut) food review (suggestive) distraction (smut)

catch print w/ katsuki (suggestive)

[soraphicdeactivated]

Birthday Distractions K. BAKUGOU

synopsis: bakugo hasn't been himself since the war, and you come up with a plan to get him back to his usual hot-headed self involving all things he hates: birthdays, surprises, and distractions.

genre: smut with plot, fwb to lovers (brief), established relationship (toward the end), bakugo being his usual emotionally congested self :<

warnings: p in v, mentions of breeding, rough sex, sex on camera, i talk about bakugo's injuries sustained from the war but not in detail

a/n: i actually hate this and this was written to be released in april for bakubros birthday but im trying to finish off drafts in the hopes of curing my writers block so just take whatever this is

emotionally congested and traumatised bakugo i love you pls come home

Katsuki Bakugo hated distractions.

He had a goal to reach, the same clear mission he'd be on since the first time his palms bubbled with those familiar fireworks, and he'd be damned if he let anybody take that away from him.

Which is why, he could never quite understand his peers obsession with relationships.

It seemed to be all everyone spoke about once they hit sixteen. Like a switch being flipped, suddenly conversations about training strategies and recent villain attacks became promposals and walks to class, which eventually became cam girls and instagram models and the preface of being able to feel the touch of a woman before they turned 19. It seemed to be all anybody thought about, their sole reason for every change of appearance, every gym session, every niche interest they thought would make them look cooler for whatever woman they hoped to impress.

Each and every one of his peers strayed from their goals, or at least in Katsuki's mind they had. Too focused on their love lives to deal with the task at hand, becoming the fucking best.

And the worst part? It wasn't just the guys.

For months, girls with barely enough brain cells to string coherent sentences together when in his presence had been throwing themselves at him— lining the halls with their doe eyes and perfectly pouted lips, practically on their knees in the hopes he might spare them an odd glance.

He spent most training sessions telling himself if one more airhead girl tried to spark up a useless conversation with him, he would have no choice but to blast them so far that he would never have to suffer through being in their presence again.

Hopefully It would warn off the others too.

That was, until you came along.

For the first time ever, Katsuki was head to head with someone just as cut throat, just as prideful and possibly just as sharp tongued as him.

It was safe to say his superiority complex took a hit.

And to make it worse, despite you being all those things— there wasn't a malicious bone in your body.

People didn't dislike you. They envied you, put you on a pedestal and actually wanted to be your friend. Kids your age didn't cower at the sight of you or roll their eyes whenever you'd share an opinion.

If he were able to dig deep enough, he would've known that was probably what ticked him off the most. And in truth, that was also kind of what drew him to you in ways he fucking hated himself for.

Mostly, it was the challenge that had initially excited him. The prospect of being able to conquer you, to prove this was just another obstacle on his way to being the best and that if he satiated this undying need he had for you, that he would be able to go on with his life as normal and the sight of your glossy lips as you berate him over something stupid burnt into his retinas each and every night would be one he'd never have to see again.

After a few years of back and forth, he learned that to be impossible.

You weren't something to be conquered. You stripped him of everything he thought he knew he was and introduced him to things he didn't know he could be.

One being, your quiet little fuck buddy whenever you felt like giving him the time of day.

It was humiliating.

He had practically spent the entirety of your freshman year of college sneaking in and out of your dorm room, often at night, sometimes day— sometimes you even went as far as to drag him into the empty locker rooms while your class mates worked their asses off in the gym just a wall away.

"Be quiet." he had hissed at you, though he never really wanted you to be. "Those dumbasses get to hear even one noise out of you and I'll—"

You smiled, daring, as you roughly made work of removing his tie. "You'll what, Katsuki? Blow them up for being subjected to hearing us fuck?"

He cringed. "Shut up." He hated the way you always used that word. It made his skin crawl with shame, and even more so want, despite never being able to place a finger on why.

It didn't matter. He supposed he fucked out any rogue feeling he had each time he saw you.

He delighted in the way you'd cave for just a moment. The split second where you'd fully give into him— nails clawing at his back and fingers tangled in his hair. That solid block of distance you always kept between the two of you finally melting away for just long enough he could taste the intimacy.

"Only me that makes you feel like this, huh?"

"Only I get to feel this pussy."

"Whose pussy is it?"

Me. Me. Me.

You had been absolutely sure he just loved the sound of his own name at the time. Unbeknownst to you, it had always been much deeper than that. He never just wanted you to be his, he wanted to share one another. How fucking pathetic.

When the arrangement between the two of you reached its tipping point, Katsuki was sure you'd run.

"The fuck's this?" he had asked, picking up a neon pink post-it-note from atop your desk.

He always stood awkwardly by the door whenever you let him in, scanning your plain old dorm room like it was his first time being there. Force of habit, or the fact he was still equally amazed you even welcomed him in.

This time the small piece of paper had actually caught his eye, and now he was standing in your door way, note in hand, glaring at you like you had done something horrific.

"What?" you laughed him off, cross legged on your single bed and still scribbling down equations from your study session with Mina.

"Who wrote this?"

His question was simple, but you squinted at him like he had asked something impossible.

"Does it matter? It's a post-it-note."

"I know what the fuck it is."

"Then why are you so interested in it?" you scoffed, turning back down to pretend to be focusing on your notebook.

"You're getting this soppy crap from some extra and I'm not supposed to be god damn interested in it?"

He was closer now, threatening to blow the thing into smithereens with the way his hand was shaking around it, displaying the lengthy combination of digits (obviously that of a phone number) and a love heart sketched across the bottom.

"How do you know it's from a guy?"

He stilled.

He really wasn't joking. You couldn't play this one off with your wit, nor could you distract him with some mindless sex and pray he ignored whatever this was between the two of you just a little longer.

Your sigh felt like a knife in Katsuki's throat. He was absolutely certain this was it, and when you readjusted your position atop the bed time had to have stopped. . . at least that's what it felt like for him.

"Katsuki." you called, tone laced with a little warning, or exasperation. He was never very good at knowing.

You weren't Japanese, at least not fully. Foreign to the concept of calling people by their last names, in fact you yourself considered it a little rude when they all seemed to only recognise you by your surname. You had always called him Katsuki, adamant it was 'your way of showing respect despite disregarding Japanese customs' and found it a little kiss-ass-y to refer to one of your peers the way you had only ever been raised to address elders.

He didn't mind, though at first he liked to pretend he did. The only issue was that it made it impossibly harder to read you, having to focus on your tone alone rather than by which name you called him.

So, he just stood there. Waiting for the final blow. Waiting for you to tell him you were finally fed up with him and kick his ass to the curb.

"You're pulling that face."

His eyes snapped into focus, actually able to take you in like he had been avoiding it the last few minutes in the hopes it would sting less if he didn't see the words leave your mouth.

His lips were pulled into a thin line, almost like he wanted to bite them out of nerves but couldn't let himself fall apart that much. His crimson eyes had been following floating shapes, but now they were completely locked on you and god you could see everything in them.

It wasn't unusual for him to look like this. It was the kind of face he pulled whenever you knew you had cut a little deep for him. Though, this time was specifically raw. So raw it made your chest feel a little tight and your eyes threaten to fog over. It was like he had stripped himself naked in front of you, which ironically would have held less intimacy between the two of you by that point.

The entire time you focused on analysing him, Katsuki was studying you. You were cautious, but you weren't weary. No part of you was ever afraid. Your lips were pursed in something he couldn't put his finger on, but your posture proved open and relaxed.

He was never quiet for this long. Not in times like this, not to anyone else. Typically, by now he would be creating a borderline fire hazard in his palms and threatening to light the whole complex on fire. But he never did that around you. He simply stood there and took it, allowing you to say whatever you wanted to him and knowing he would still walk away after if that was what you wished.

It was a little unnerving, to say the least.

"Are we just going to play sleeping lions the entire time you're here?" you cocked your head to the side, desperate to pry an answer from him.

"Is this you tryin' to break up with me?" he whispered, eyes to the floor, his usual gruff voice seeming to bubble up his throat like he had been trying to cage it in for the last 5 minutes.

For the first time ever, he had actually managed to render you a little speechless. You had no idea how he had come to that conclusion, but you didn't question that this all made sense in his tiny little brain and lack of ability to determine social cues.

"Katsuki, look at me."

All you could do was smile, beckoning him toward you with open legs and a purposefully hiked up skirt, allowing himself to stand between them as you swung them over the edge of the bed and made quick work of prying the belt from his jeans.

He didn't fully remember, but he knew that night ended with your cheek pressed to his impressively toned chest, babbling cock drunk nonsense about how amazing he was until he was really starting to believe it, more than some act he put on in order to become number 1.

And he knew he had grumbled something along the lines of— "The next dumbass that tries to impress you with a shitty piece of paper will have me to deal with."

To which you had replied, "You know that note was from a waitress at Lunch Rush trying to get me to tutor her daughter, right?"

It didn't matter. He was knocked out before you even got the chance to finish your sentence, snoring softly into your hair like even in sleep he wanted to inhale you.

Your first spout of PDA afterwards had partially shocked everyone. Not that the two of you had spent months sneaking around, no that was common knowledge. Mostly that Bakugou was allowing somebody to touch him in front of multiple sets of attentive eyes, and that his usual scowl was dialled down to about a 7, indicating he was a little pleased.

It wasn't anything huge. Just a little hand holding and some close proximity between the two of you in the common rooms. You truly didn't think it was that big of a deal, so when a few of the girls came to you out of concern for you, it was safe to say you were shocked.

"We just. . .wanted to make sure you were okay." Momo added, glancing at the girls around her who nodded in agreement, all smiling at you like you were about to break.

You raised an eyebrow, laughing a little awkwardly as you scanned the group, finding each and every one of them shared the same pitiful expression.

"Is there a reason I shouldn't be?"

"No, no! No reason!" Momo quickly covered, smiling so hard you thought her cheekbones might burst through her skin.

She was then interrupted by Jirou, who was lazily participating in the entire ordeal— "They're worried you've developed some kind of Stockholm syndrome from being around Bakugou so much."

A couple of the girls turned to swat her in various places, but you just blinked at them. It was. . a lot.

You weren't sure how to feel. Grateful for their concern, but deeply offended they would even entertain the thought of you being so. . weak.

There were a few long beats of silence, save for the continuous sparking of Jirou's tired wires, before you finally spoke.

"Thanks for the concern, guys. But really, it's not needed."

Mina was quick to cut in, stopping you from elaborating any further— "Are you sure? I mean, you've gotta be some kind of insane to torture yourself like that."

Her tone was a little humorous, though you could feel the truth laced behind her words and it rubbed you a way you didn't like. It was one thing for them to assume you were incapable of making your own decisions, but to think you lacked so much self respect they saw it as you torturing yourself for his benefit really drove you over the edge.

"The only thing I would class as torturing myself is staying anywhere near this conversation."

Now, years later, he still excited himself in watching you stand up for yourself. He enjoyed not having to play hero for once, not once having to swoop in and protect you, let alone ever defend your honour.

He was dispensable to you, and some odd part of him cherished it. Like the time he had with you was worth more knowing it wasn't something that was vital to you, it was simply because you enjoyed it.

When graduation came around, part of him was sure that you would break it off then and there. You were always going on about how the two of you should be able to experience things on your own, not chained by the weight of one another.

But you didn't.

In fact, the two of you applied to the same hero agency; as did the rest of your friends. (mostly yours, though they all seemed to have some compulsive obsession in making him believe they were his too.) You weren't even disappointed that the two of you got in. You actually celebrated his achievement, not allowing it to strip any worth from your own accomplishment just because he had also passed the entrance exam.

So, of course, when his birthday rolled around, you would be sure to make it one of the most special he had to have had in years.

Except birthdays with Katsuki were especially hard because, birthdays? Massive distraction.

Not only that, but the typical birthday has all things Katsuki hates. Parties. Celebrations. Balloons. Banners. Cake. Alcohol, which would be specifically difficult plan around considering it's his twentieth, and worst of all, surprises.

Every dumb party or poorly decorated cake you had conjured up over the years— of course, never without the help of others— had turned into a fire hazard within minutes.

Katsuki hated birthdays, he hated surprises, and he hated that everyone was always so set on finding an excuse to party rather than focusing on climbing the ranks, like they were supposed to.

So, you decided you would gather a few ideas about what he might want to spend the day doing while it was just the two of you.

"Your birthday's next week."

He turned to give you a look— like, 'We both know it is, why are you bringing it up all of a sudden?'

You stroked your legs against the bed a few times, to which he noticed the way the greatly oversized t shirt you were wearing rode up your thighs. He almost got the pleasure of forgetting what you were talking about altogether.

"Well, you're not gonna spend it alone, are you?"

"No." he grunted, turning back to the mirror to adjust the collar of the black polo he had just thrown on. "I'm spending it with you. Like I've done every other year since I was eighteen." he explained, matter-of-factly.

You groaned, tipped your head back and let it hit the pillows behind you. He made a sharp turn to give you a look that read equally as terrified you didn't want to spend any time with him and equally as furious about it.

You sat up a little straighter, "It's not that I don't enjoy spending your birthday with you! It's just that. . . don't you wanna do anything else this year?"

He pretended to think for a moment before turning back to the mirror and fussing about with his hair; "No."

You were silent for a moment, quietly studying him. His right arm weighed a little heavier than the left, still not fully recovered from the injuries he sustained. It twitched weirdly around his head, like he had to think a little harder in order to will it to move, always slower than the left one.

It made your heart tug a little. Mostly you were grateful for how soft he became after the war, but part of you missed the obnoxiously loud boy you knew, whether it was just a front for the anxious, insecure teenager he truly he was or not.

You wished there was a way you could try to break him out of whatever shell had formed around him now, until your invisible little lightbulb sparked with an idea.

"What're you smirkin' at?" he grumbled, crimson eyes boring into you through the reflection in the mirror.

"Oh nothing, sweetie." you waved him off, unable to hide the pure devious excitement for what you knew you had planned for him.

He was about to protest before you shut him up with a compliment on his hair and shot him a wink, to which he grumbled something under his breath despite the obvious glow of pride in his cheeks.

"You want to surprise him?"

"Yeah, I mean seriously, don't you remember how it went last time we tried to do that?"

"He nearly melted my sound system." Jirou grumbled.

You nearly squealed, pointing a finger in her direction as if to say she had the correct idea— "Exactly why we should surprise him!"

The group all took turns blinking at each other before turning to you.

"Have you lost your mind?" asked Sero, who had stayed mostly silent for the entire interaction.

You sighed, a little at a loss and unsure of how to explain your most-definitely-insane plan to them. "He's just been so. . .tame since. . ." you trailed off, their solemn nods of understanding enough for you to continue without touching on such a hard subject for all of you. "I just wanted to do something that would bring him back for a day."

Everyone was silent for a few moments until Kirishima was the first to speak up— "She's right. We all know Bakubro's been in his head way too much for way too long." he explained, moving to stand next to you, swinging an arm round your shoulder as if to show he was on your team. "Plus, it probably couldn't hurt the guy to let off a little steam."

The rest of them seemed to roll over the idea in their heads before eventually each one agreed.

Mina was the next to step forward, clasping her hands together and an unmistakable grin on her face— "Alright, what do you need us to do?"

Mina was appointed party organiser, keeping the troops in line and ensuring everything was completed to perfection while you took it upon yourself to distract Katsuki long enough to give them time to set up.

When you met him right outside his final meeting before lunch, he was a little skeptical, knowing it was on brand for you to have something torturous planned for him on his birthday. But, when you offered to take him to his favourite Sichuan place downtown all suspicions seemed to float away at the smell of spicy noodles and deliciously flavoured broth.

He was busy scarfing his own food down when he noticed you weren't really eating, glued to your phone with a slightly 'i'm-stressed-but-not-trying-to-ruin-your-day-by-showing-it' look on your face.

He placed down his chopsticks, mouth still full of noodles, and aggressively wiped the orange stains from the sides of his mouth on the back of his fist. When you still didn't look up from the screen, he grumbled, making a swipe to snatch it from your hands which you quickly dodged, clutching it against your chest.

"No phones at the table." he disciplined you about manners through a mouth full of food, ironic.

You sighed, placed it face down on the table. "I know, baby, I'm sorry."

"What's up?" he swiped at his mouth again before pointing at you, circling your expression with his finger, "What's the face?"

You sat a little straighter, hand flying to your cheek to pat it a few times and make sure there was certainly nothing funny sticking to your makeup.

"What face? I'm not pulling a face."

"Oh yeah? You look like you're about to explode."

"Like, in my pants?" He didn't look amused, so you caved a little into giving him a real and well thought out excuse. "Sorry, the girls are kind of blowing up the group chat. Ochako and Izuku broke up again." Although you typically didn't condone lying, this situation seemed fitting. Plus, was it really lying if she had given you permission to use her name?

"No shit, let me read!" he jumped up, making another grab for your phone and this time you didn't make it in time, watching in horror as he leaned back in his chair and punched in the password.

You had to think of a good excuse and quick, but somehow all your panic left you with was; "You can't go on my phone!"

He furrowed his eyebrows at you over the screen, "Why?"

"Mina's nudes are on there!" you practically screamed for the entire restaurant to hear.

That was enough for him, making him fake gag and throw the phone back against the table, giving you time to shove it deep into the bottom of your purse as he made it clear how disgusting he thought the two of you were.

You managed to avoid any other hiccups right up until the two of you were making your way back across town, hand in hand, under the assumption the group would have finished setting up the apartment by now.

That was until you got an urgent text from Kirishima reading,

Kiri: MINA SAYS DO NOT BRING BAKUGO HOME YET

Kiri: SHE WILL TEXT WHEN EVERYTHING IS READY.

So, you pivoted.

You nearly knocked Bakugo right off his feet with the way you spun on your heel, bracing yourself with two hands against his broad chest. You pushed onto your tip toes, pretending to get a really good look at something behind him over his shoulder.

"Hey, did you see that ice cream place we passed on the way up here? I could kill for a mint choc chip right now!"

Before he could even reply, you were barrelling back the way you came and dragging him with you.

"I thought you said you wanted chocolate chip, why are you staring at the menu for so long?" he grumbled, hands stuffed in his pockets and a mean look on his face. You were beginning to irritate him, and you were living for every second.

"I'm just double checking that's what I want."

"It's not double checking if you do it more than twice. You've been over the same five damn ice cream flavours a billion times!"

"Well, what if I change my mind?"

"You have 10 seconds."

"Alright, alright! I'll have one large strawberry please." you said, turning to the worker, who was equally just as exasperated.

Each comment was a tick in the glorious time bomb that was Katsuki Bakugo, and some slightly sick part of you couldn't wait to finally see the end result.

When the two of you had started on your journey again, happily lapping at two ice cream cones, you made a purposeful show of frowning every so often, even adding a pathetic little sigh here and there.

He ignored you for a while, just shooting you looks from the corner of his eye to make sure you were in no real discomfort, until he got tired of the noise and was forced to indulge you.

"What is it?" he snapped.

"My ice cream isn't that great."

"You spent 10 minutes choosing the damn thing just for it to be not that great?"

You took another lick just to validate your parking, before shaking your head and pulling the thing away from you. "Swapsies?"

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Come on, Katsuki! Your one looks so much better!" you whined, extremely dramatic.

He looked at you in disbelief for a moment before grumbling, "Fine. Whatever. Take it." and practically shoving the thing into your hand, watching as you happily licked the melted drips from the side of the cone.

When you made it to his apartment, you gasped so loud it nearly gave him a heart attack. "What now!?" he snapped, throwing his arms up and letting them smack back down at his sides.

"I don't have the key!" you pouted up at him, giving your best, most polished, show of puppy dog eyes.

"I have them. You don't ever carry the keys because you lose the fuckin' things any chance you get!" he explained, snatching the metal from his pocket and jangling it in your face a few times.

"Oh. You're right. I forgot." you hummed, stepping back to allow him to shove them into the door, muttering to himself about what an imbecile you were.

You held your breath as you watched him shoulder open the door, kicking his shoes off by the mat and running a hand through his thick hair, leaving it to stick up all funny in the comfort of his own home.

There were a few beats of silence while you waited in the doorway, bag still slung over your shoulder and shoes still tied tightly to your feet, awaiting the final blow.

He shot you a look like he was about to ask what the hell you were playing at before clouds of confetti and the annoyingly loud sounds of party poppers rained through the air.

"SURPRISE!"

Each and every one of you shouted in unison, a couple of the group making their way toward Katsuki, who stood still, allowing brightly coloured streams and pieces of confetti to dance around him before settling on his shoulders.

"Happy Birthday, Bakubro!" Kirishima congratulated, smacking his friend on the back a few times with a force that made him grit his teeth.

He scanned the room, finding Deku and Uraraka perfectly happy in their own little corner of the room, arms around one another and smiling back at him like nothing had happened. Mina and Denki holding the battered ends of streamers that were now smoking out that familiar smell of chemical misery Bakugo hated so much. Sero was still placing the final pieces of tape on a large banner that read; 'Happy B-day Dynamite!' with a bunch of poorly drawn explosions, and Jirou was just about to click a large vinyl into place on the disgustingly large sound system she had plugged into almost every single outlet in the house.

It was all too much.

Katsuki Bakugo hated parties. He hated celebrations. He hated his birthday. And most of all he hated surprises.

It was some sort of colourful scene from hell and he wanted to bury his head in the floorboards and die right then and there.

You, however, were biting your lip, awaiting the explosion you had been so desperately seeking all day. A twitch of his lip into a nasty snarl made you a little hopeful, but instead of one of his usual outbursts, he said nothing.

Instead, he let Jirou press play on the stupid DJ set she barely knew how to work, the sounds of cheesy-pop-dance music ringing out through the house, and accepted his fate.

You had thrown him a surprise party, and he was about to suffer through it without an ungrateful word to be spoken because if that's what you wanted, then he would endure it for you.

He felt your arms snake around his shoulders, placing a gentle kiss against the skin just above his collar— "You don't hate it?"

He took a deep breath through his nose before speaking, "It could be worse."

You frowned, which made him more than confused. Why did you look disappointed that he wasn't throwing a fit? Was that what your goal was?

"You don't look happy." he stated, an observation.

"I am, I just didn't expect you to be so. . .okay with all of this."

He shrugged, hands buried in the pockets of his jeans. "These nerds put all this effort in, might as well keep my trap shut."

"Keep your trap shut?" you couldn't help but cringe. It was the most un-bakugo thing to ever come out of his mouth and, to be honest, you felt a little sick hearing it. "I cannot believe you just said that."

Had he really lost that much of himself? Would it be impossible to return to?

"What're you talking about? This is what you wanted, isn't it? A party?" he shook his head, unable to quite wrap it around what you wanted from him. A few years ago you would've scolded him for being so unappreciative of the people around him, and just a couple days ago you were whining about him wanting to spend his birthday alone.

"No! I wanted you to lose your shit and melt Jirou's stupid sound system! Or blow up the confetti! Or flip the entire drinks table on its' head!"

He still looked a little confused, and with your patience wearing thin you couldn't help what came out next; "I just want my boyfriend back. The one who would never 'keep his trap shut.'"

You didn't know why, but you felt the sharp pricks of tears beginning to well inside your eyes, and your chest felt unexplainably tight as you frowned up at his pale, beautiful, pained face.

It was so much you couldn't take it. You didn't know when your feet started to move but in moments you were shut away in Bakugo's bedroom, back to the door and spouts of uncontrollable sobs racking your body as you fought to keep your knees from buckling.

It wasn't long before there was a knock on the door. Of course, you had made your way to the bed by this point. Curled up in a ball atop the carefully tucked and smoothened covers, still trembling in the aftershocks of tears.

The door opened without a reply. You didn't need to look to know who it was, or to know he made sure everyone had left pretty quickly.

"You still cryin'?" he asked, quietly. To anyone else, it would've seemed a little insensitive, but you knew your boyfriend's long winded aversion to emotion meant he struggled with this field of relationships. You appreciated the effort.

A sniffle.

You could hear him opening his mouth to speak by the wet click of his tongue, before closing it again and making his way toward the bed.

The feeling of the covers jostling under his weight made you grip the pillow a little tighter, burying your cheek in the fabric. He sat there for a moment and you could feel how skittish he was, his fingers dancing over your form like he wasn't too sure whether it would be appropriate to touch you or not.

"You still want me to melt that sound system?" the joke was a little distasteful, but you smiled anyway.

"No." you huffed, turning to face him and giving him a perfect view of your patchy makeup and puffy eyes. "Come here."

You made a silent offer of opening up your arms to make space for him to slot himself beside you, your legs entangling together in one single form as the two of you seemed to fade into one another. You ran a nail across his scalp and he sighed, leaning a little further into the touch and bumping your jaw with the tip of his nose.

"I'm sorry for what I said." you started, but he shushed you with a kiss to the spot where your jaw met your ear, muttering a cue for you to shut up.

"You're right." his gruff voice tickled your earlobe, "'guess I haven't been myself for a while." another kiss, "didn't think you'd miss me being such an ass, though."

"You were much more than an ass, actually." you sighed, craning to your neck to grant him further access to shower you.

"Oh yeah?" he grinned, catching a particularly sensitive spot with his teeth and making you gasp. "'Thought you liked it."

"Maybe just for a little while— then you can go back to kissing mine."

He growled at this, playful but still enough to light that familiar fire in your tummy, tackling you flat onto your back and slotting himself between your legs.

"You think I kiss your ass, huh?"

You bit your lip, a coy smile painting your face and cocked your head to the side paired with a little shrug, affirming your answer. He stayed above you, calculating his next move for a few seconds. The air was sweltering with anticipation and he noticed you starting to get a little jittery when he felt your thighs twitch against his.

"Spread 'em, you little brat."

So you did just that, locking your legs around his hips and barrelling him toward you, pulling him so hard into the kiss that both your teeth knocked together and made him hiss. He hated getting his teeth hurt.

His hands were in your hair, on your chest, around your neck, anywhere and everywhere they could reach in such a short amount of time, pinning you to bed with almost his entire weight as he kissed you like he was trying to suck your voice box from your throat.

You grasped his collar, keeping him stationed at your lips for almost too long, eventually having him fighting to pull away for air and licking the underside of his teeth to try to dull the throb there from you nearly knocking them clean out.

"You want it that bad, huh?" his hand had made its way to your mouth, bullying it open with ring and middle finger and using your saliva to coat them in a sufficient amount of lubrication while his other was frantically ripping open the fly of your jeans.

You strained, helping him a little with his fingers still lodged down your throat by lifting your butt up momentarily and shoving the pants down your thighs, allowing him to throw them the rest of the way off before climbing back up to meet your lips.

You felt the cool wetness of his fingers swipe against your thigh a few times, trying to get an accurate enough grip of your panties in order to push them to the side. You huffed, a little impatient that he was taking so long, before the loud rip of lace and smack of elastic breaking made you gasp in disbelief.

"Seriously? Those are my favourite ones!"

"You have a thousand other pairs." he grumbled, throwing the remnants of your underwear somewhere around the room and readying his fingers at your entrance by swiping them through your folds a few times, gathering just a little extra lubrication directly from the source.

You stifled a moan when his fingers buried themselves, wasting no time before they were curling against that spongey spot inside of you. He flicked his wrist once more, making sure he was stretching you deep enough before moving them in and out at a pace that was almost relentless to start off with.

"Katsuki, wait—"

He scoffed in reply, taking your cry as incentive to keep pushing, holding the twitch in your back down with the flat of his palm splayed out against your abdomen. "Quit squirmin'."

He kept this up for a while, fingers retracting and stroking inside of you methodically, before pulling the rug right out from under you and stopping completely.

You sat up on your elbows, an 'are you fucking serious?' look on your face, but he shoved you back down with a rough hand to your chest so that he could focus on the task at hand; that being freeing his aching cock from his jeans.

When he finally did, you delighted at the tiny gasp he let out as it came up to slap against his belly, precum painting the thick strip of hair there and making him fight to swipe a little from the tip, not particularly fond of the idea of having to use a condom.

"Fuck sake." he muttered as more seemed to pool at the tip when you couldn't help but reach out a hand and grasp him right at the base, the feeling of his girth fitting so perfectly in your hand being absolutely unmatched at this moment in time.

He allowed you to have him for a moment, but once you began to actually pump your hand on him a few times, he was growling and smacking your hand away— "Hands off."

You looked up, a little bewildered, but obeyed nonetheless, relaxing back against the pillows and awaiting his next action/instruction, whichever it may be. It was definitely freeing the way he always took so much control in times like this, allowing you to enter auto pilot after a long or particularly trialing day.

When he was finally finished, he bent down to place a hungry kiss to your lips, one hand cupping your jaw so gently you thought he might have already caved. He pulled back for just a second to take you in, before coming right back to the kiss, but you were already stopping him with the way you were practically ripping his shirt halfway off his body.

He chuckled, audibly cocky. "So fuckin' impatient." He helped you the rest of the way by sitting back and pulling it over his head, discarding it some place else and relishing in the feeling of your hungry eyes roaming over him.

He was still a little short, barely pushing 5,10, but god did he make up for it in build. He was pure muscle, so ripped he looked photoshopped. It was like his body had been carefully crafted rather than achieved through actual hard work and dieting, perfectly lean in just the right places while others, ones he had to hone to while fighting, were bulky and strong. His torso was long enough to display all 8 abs (you counted), which disappeared into the prominent v line he sported and typically beneath a loose hanging pair of sweats, though of course right now that wasn't the case, which you were practically over the moon about.

"You could take a picture, it'd last longer." he hummed, thumb jutting out to lazily circle your clit as he gave you all the time in the world to gawk over him a little longer.

You went a little tongue tied at the feeling but tried to force out a reply anyway, "Don't worry, I've already got plenty."

His eyes snapped up to yours at this, a devilish smirk on his face and you could tell an idea had just popped into his head. The warmth from his thumb left you and you whined, watching him dart over to the nightstand and snatch his phone. He quickly unlocked it, punched on the flash and hit record.

"What're you—" you started, but he shushed you, gripping the length of his cock and swiping it through your folds a few times as he stares through the lens of the camera to make sure he had gotten a sufficient angle.

You couldn't help the way your back arched into him, drawn to him like magnets, and the only thing keeping your stomach from reaching his being his hand returning to splay across your abdomen, palm applying just enough pressure to have you fluttering around him as he finally pushed all the way in, bottoming out inside of you like he belonged there. And in truth, he kind of did.

He had always owned this part of you. This quiet intimacy, the love behind your walls. It's evident in the way he doesn't rush, just savours it for a moment. The gasps you each let out as he slips it in, the goofy little smiles you give each other as he bottoms out, his hand across your stomach because he wants you to feel it. Feel him inside of you, feel the closeness of it, and you don't run from it anymore.

Almost like he's remembering where he is outside of your twinkling eyes, he looks back through the camera and readjusts the phone, making sure you're back in frame before he begins pumping in and out of you.

It's reasonably tame at first, slow and sensual little rolls of his hips, only accompanied by soft sighs from you and a face of pure concentration from him as he holds the camera angled straight at the way he slips in and out of you, already slick with you.

Until you're scratching at his abs, whining and batting your eyelashes at him and he knows you want more. So, he pulls out, retracting until it's just the tip and then pushes in with more force than before, startling you with a shock that quickly melts into pleasure as you moan out for him.

"Fuck! Kats, feels so good."

"Yeah? You missed me being mean?" Crimson eyes beg for answer through his furrowed brows and your eyes trace the light hairs across his top lip as he bites across his bottom.

You nod, quickly. "Want you to be cruel, Kats. Want you to ruin me."

That's enough to flip a switch in him, and in seconds you're flipped over on all fours, phone long forgotten beside the two of you as he's using his free hand to pin your arms behind your back, while the other presses your head into the mattress as he slides back into you at full force.

You cry out, back arching and legs kicking just to feel some type of relief from the immense pleasure, but he's relentless. Barrelling into you with grit teeth and his palm across your head, unforgiving because, "This is what you wanted, isn't it? Fuckin' begged for it. Planned a whole goddamn surprise party just so I'd fuck you right." You try to shake your head, but he only presses harder, leaning over until he's blocking all the light and all you can do is watch him with foggy eyes. "Coulda just asked, baby. Would've given you anything." It's a sweet confession, despite the circumstance, and you mewl in reply, already too fucked out to form words.

"You know I'd do fuckin' anything for you, yeah? Know I'd fuckin' kill for you." You can barely breathe, the only thing keeping you grounded being his hand around your head. It's all too much, in that delicious, mind numbing way and you want to tell him you'd do the same, that you'd give anything to see him happy, but it's impossible to even get a full breath in with the way he's fucking you.

His hand around your wrists is used as leverage, yanking your backside upward until you're practically dangling mid-air, suspended upon his dick like a trophy and he uses the new angle to barrel deeper. Your eyes must've been barely visible, rolled into the back of your head and you think you might be drooling across the pillows, but you're too far gone to mind.

"Gonna put a baby in you. Make sure everyone knows you're mine. No more fuckin' surprise parties then, huh? Not when you're swollen with my kids. My pretty fuckin' wife." His voice is a growl behind bared teeth, sweat dripping from his brow and abs flexing as he tries not to spill inside you so soon.

God, if this were any other time you'd chastise him for suggesting such a thing, but right now all you care about is how quickly you're being hurled toward release, that familiar coil drawing tighter. He can tell by the way you're clenching him, leans down and pushes you farther with his finger circling your clit and his lips against your ear, "Want you to cum on my dick, baby. You gonna do that for me? Yeah?" If you could nod, you would, but that familiar heat is crashing over you in waves and you entire body goes rigid as you cum, hands flexing in his hold and ass pushed flush to his pelvis as you cry out for him.

You collapse against him, and he's not far behind, pulling out and jerking himself, "Shit, baby. So beautiful. Love you so fuckin' much.", moaning until he's finishing in hot ropes across your back and the two of you fall into a sweaty pile across the bed.

You try to roll, find a towel or some old t shirt to wipe yourself off, but he's pulling you down with his arm locked tightly around your middle and pressing kisses behind your ear. "Katsuki! You'll make a mess!" You try to arch your back a little further from the bed, hoping the covers remain clean, but he only pulls you closer until you're flush against him and he's grumbling in your ear.

"Doesn't matter. Jus' lay down for a sec."

You know that tone of voice all too well. The exhaustion behind those slurred words and the sweetness of the way he's nuzzling into your hair, an unguarded display of affection that's indicative of what's to come next.

"Kats? You awake?" You turn over your shoulder, only to be faced with pouty lips, parted with quiet snores leaving him and those beautifully long lashes of his pressed to his cheeks.

You smile, content. At least some things had stayed the same.

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Onsen Getaway - Bakugou Smut

cw: MDNI, pro hero bf!bakugou, hot spring sex, p in v sex, cow girl,

The city was a distant memory, replaced by the soothing whisper of wind through bamboo and the earthy scent of moss and old wood. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the oppressive weight of the Dynamight persona had been lifted, leaving only Katsuki. He stood on the wooden deck of your private suite, a simple yukata loose on his frame, watching you as you stepped out onto the porch, your own yukata tied in a neat bow.

“Well?” he asked, a rare, soft smile playing on his lips. “What do you think?”

You looked around, taking in the serene garden, the sliding shoji doors, the sheer, breathtaking peace of it all. “I think I’ve forgotten what silence sounds like,” you said, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. “It’s perfect, Katsuki.”

He kissed the top of your head, his hands resting on your back. “You’ve been working too hard. We both have.” He pulled back slightly, his thumb stroking the fabric of your yukata. “And the main event is out here.” He nodded towards the steaming, rock-lined pool just beyond the deck.

The private onsen was a slice of heaven. Water, clouded with minerals, steamed in the cool evening air, surrounded by smooth, dark stones and lush ferns. It was an oasis of quiet warmth, a world away from explosions and sirens.

“I’ll go in first,” he said, his voice low. “Make sure the temperature’s not too hot for you.” It was such a Katsuki thing to say—a small, gruff way of showing he cared.

You watched as he shed his yukata, letting it fall to the wood. The sight of him still made your breath catch. His back was a tapestry of scars, a roadmap of his career, but the muscles beneath were lean and powerful. He tested the water with a foot, then a calf, before sinking into the heat with a long, deep sigh that seemed to ripple from his soul.

He looked over at you, his wet hair slicked back from his face, the sharp angles softened by the steam. “Get in here before I have to drag you in.”

You laughed, untying your own robe and letting it drop. His eyes followed you, a slow, appreciative gaze that made your skin tingle. The first touch of the water was a shock, a searing heat that made you gasp.

“Told you,” he grumbled, though he made no move to get out.

“No, it’s… it’s good,” you breathed, sinking in slowly, inch by inch, until the water was up to your shoulders. The heat enveloped you, seeping into your bones, melting away weeks of tension you didn’t even know you were carrying. You leaned your head back against the smooth, warm rock, closing your eyes.

For a while, you just soaked. The only sounds were the gentle lapping of the water, the trickle of a small bamboo fountain, and the soft, rhythmic breathing of the man beside you. You felt his hand find yours under the water, his fingers lacing with yours. It was a simple, grounding touch.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice a quiet rumble.

“I think I’m melting,” you sighed contentedly. “In the best possible way.”

“Good,” he said, squeezing your hand. “You deserve it.”

You opened your eyes and turned to look at him. The soft lantern light caught the red of his eyes, making them glow like embers in the twilight. “So do you.”

He didn’t argue. He just watched you, his gaze heavy with an unspoken emotion. He shifted closer, the water swirling around you. “I’ve missed this,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. “Just… being with you. No noise, no… no fucking cape.”

You smiled, bringing your free hand up to cup his cheek. His skin was hot and damp. “I’ve missed you, Katsuki.”

That was all the invitation he needed. He leaned in and kissed you. It wasn't the frantic, desperate kiss of your alley encounter. This was slow, deep, and thorough. It was a kiss of rediscovery, of savoring. He tasted of the clean mineral water and something that was uniquely, undeniably him. His hand released yours and came up to cup the back of your neck, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin there as his tongue explored your mouth.

You slid closer, your body pressing against his. The contrast was delicious—the cool night air on your exposed shoulders, the scalding heat of the water everywhere else, and the firm, solid warmth of his chest against yours. You could feel his heart beating, a steady, reassuring rhythm against your own frantic pulse.

His hands began to roam, tracing the curve of your spine, the dip of your waist, the soft swell of your hip. Every touch was deliberate, relearning the landscape of your body. “Katsuki,” you murmured against his lips, your hands tangling in his wet hair.

“Yeah, baby?” he breathed, his mouth moving to trail kisses along your jawline, down the sensitive column of your throat.

“Don’t stop.”

He chuckled, a low, vibrating sound against your skin. “Wasn’t planning on it.” He nipped at your collarbone, a sharp, playful bite that made you gasp. His hands found your ass, gripping and pulling you flush against him. You could feel him, hard and insistent, pressing against your stomach through the water.

He lifted you as if you weighed nothing, guiding you to straddle his lap as he settled back against a wide, smooth ledge of the onsen. The position left you open, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy. He looked up at you, his eyes dark and intense, the red nearly swallowed by black.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped, his hands stroking your thighs under the water. “All of this… just for me.”

“All for you,” you confirmed, rolling your hips slightly. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure through you, the hot water amplifying every sensation.

He groaned, his head falling back against the rock. “Fuck… don’t do that yet. I wanna… I wanna take my time with you.”

And he did. His hands worshiped you, touching and stroking every inch of skin he could reach. He paid attention to the places he knew made you shiver, the sensitive spots behind your knees, the curve of your breasts. His mouth followed his hands, his tongue tracing patterns on your wet skin, tasting the salt and the mineral water.

He took one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the peaked nub before sucking gently. You arched your back, a soft moan escaping your lips. “Katsuki… please.”

“Please what?” he mumbled against your skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. “Tell me what you need.”

“You. I need you inside me.”

He lifted his head, his eyes locking with yours. He saw the desperate plea in your gaze, the raw, unfiltered need. He reached between your bodies, his fingers finding your core, already slick and ready for him. He teased your entrance, circling it with one calloused fingertip.

“Here?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “Like this?”

“Yes,” you breathed, your hands gripping his shoulders. “Right here, right now.”

He pushed one finger inside you, and the feeling was electric. The hot water combined with the intimate penetration made you gasp. He watched your face, his expression intent, as he slowly pumped his finger in and out. “So fucking tight,” he grunted, his voice thick with lust. “Always so ready for me, aren't you?”

He added a second finger, scissoring them, stretching you. The heel of his hand pressed against your clit, and you couldn't stop the whimpers that spilled from your lips. The steam from the onsen mingled with the heat building inside you, a pressure cooker of desperate need.

“Katsuki, please,” you begged, your hips rocking against his hand. “I need more. I need you.”

He cursed under his breath, his control fraying. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” He removed his fingers, and the loss was so acute you cried out. But then he was lining himself up, the thick head of his cock nudging at your entrance. He held you there, torturing you both with the anticipation.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough. You forced your eyes open, meeting his fiery gaze. “I want you to feel every single inch.”

With a slow, deliberate push, he entered you. The stretch was exquisite, a deep, fulfilling pressure that stole your breath. He filled you completely, and for a moment, you both just stayed still, your foreheads pressed together, breathing the same steamy air.

“God, I missed this,” he groaned, his voice thick with emotion. “Missed this tight little pussy squeezing my cock.”

His filthy words sent a fresh wave of arousal through you. You started to move, a slow, grinding rhythm that had you both gasping. He met your movements, his hands gripping your hips to guide you, to pull you deeper onto him with every thrust. The water sloshed around you, a lewd, wet counterpoint to your gasps and moans.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he grunted, his eyes glued to where your bodies joined under the hazy water. “Ride me, baby. Take what you need.”

You did. You braced your hands on his shoulders, using the leverage to slam yourself down onto him, harder and faster. The sound of skin meeting wet skin echoed in the quiet garden. The pace was no longer languid; it was desperate, a frantic race toward a shared oblivion. Every thrust hit that spot deep inside you, sending sparks of pleasure through your entire body.

“Say my name,” he demanded, his voice a raw, guttural sound. “Fucking say it.”

“Katsuki! Katsuki, god, right there!” you cried out, your head falling back in ecstasy.

“Fuck, yes,” he snarled, his grip on your hips tightening almost to the point of pain. “You look so fucking good, taking my cock like this. So beautiful when you’re falling apart for me.”

He shifted his angle, grinding into you, and his thumb found your clit, rubbing tight, firm circles that sent you tumbling over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you, a violent, shuddering wave that ripped a scream from your throat. Your vision went white, your body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure consumed you.

He didn't stop. He fucked you through it, his own rhythm growing erratic as he chased his own release. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, a guttural roar tearing from his chest as he came. You felt the hot pulse of his release, the feeling of him filling you so completely, so intimately, in this ancient, sacred place.

You collapsed against him, both of you breathing heavily, your bodies limp and spent. The water stilled around you, the only sound the thundering of your hearts. The steam rose into the night sky, carrying your whispers and your secrets with it.

He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your shoulder. “Welcome back to the land of the living,” he murmured, his lips curved against your skin.

You laughed, a weak, watery sound. “I think I just died a little.” You shifted, and he hissed softly as he slipped out of you.

You settled back against his chest, his arms wrapping securely around you. The silence that followed was comfortable, filled with the unspoken promise of many more moments just like this. He was still the Number Five Hero, still Dynamight, but right now, in this hidden corner of the world, he was just Katsuki. And he was all yours.

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