Sorry if my English is bad, it's not my first language. I hope this request is not too angsty.
What if reader never accepted bakugos confession when he kissed her on the couch 🤔, could we have the story from bakugos pov?
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: angst; kids; divorce; potential second chances; rejection
⋆ WORD COUNT: 468
A/N: ooooh this is messy!! ofc y/n from the main/actual storyline accepts the kiss but i never thought of a possibility where she doesn’t!!
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ORIGINAL PART FROM MAIN SERIES
When Bakugou pulled away after kissing you spontaneously, your face in his hands, stunned was an understatement to describe how you looked. Your eyes were wide, your lips parted and Bakugou dropped his hands from your face.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, bab– Y/N,” Bakugou corrected himself, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t’ve done that.”
He swore he felt his heart drop to his feet when he noticed your eyes tearing up but you quickly blinked them away. “I-It’s okay. I-I just didn’t expect that.”
“Y/N,” Bakugou said, watching as you abruptly stood up.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” you said quietly, walking away towards your bedroom.
“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed under his breath, burying his head in his hands. “I’m such a fuckin’ idiot.”
Things were going so well between you. The tension that used to be present every time you spoke with one another for the past eight years had gradually dissipated. He’d always known that his feelings for you had never changed and he swore you’d never feel the same way about him but… dinner went so well. And you’d been looking so happy recently. How could Bakugou have thought it was because of him? He felt like an idiot.
When you returned, Bakugou stood to his feet, assessing you carefully. “I-I’ll leave. I’m sorry. I made you uncomfortable.”
You shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s fine… Katsuki, I just– I didn’t think… you’d want me again.”
“What?” Bakugou said in astonishment. “Y/N, I told you the reason why I had to divorce you. It was never about you.”
“I know I– It’s just a lot right now…” You murmured. “I don’t want to confuse the kids.”
Bakugou nodded, his hands curling up into fists at his sides. “I know but… How do you feel?”
“What?”
“How do you feel about me?” Bakugou clarified.
You bit your lip, staring back at him before forcing yourself to look away. “It’s complicated… I-I need a minute to think about it.”
Bakugou nodded, rubbing the nape of his neck nervously. “Yeah, take your time. I’ll, uh, head home. Give you space.”
You followed him as he walked to the front door. “Um, get home safe,” you said softly.
“I will. I’ll, um– Call me okay?” Bakugou asked gently, standing on your doorstep. “Whenever you want to o-or text or come by. Whatever’s comfortable for you.”
You nodded, your voice barely audible as you wished him a good night. Bakugou felt your stare linger for a moment as he walked to his car and then finally heard the front door close.
When Bakugou sat inside his car, prepared to drive home, he slammed his head against the wheel. “Such a fuckin’ idiot. Fuckin’ ruined everything,” he said through gritted teeth to himself.
Okay, please hear me out, i dont usually ask for these, but your aphrodisiac chocolate gave me an idea🤭;
What if bakugo eats the chocolate that Reader brings home, its a ‘gift from an secret admirer’, and outta jealousy katsuki eats it. The chocolate not only turns him on, it makes him ravenous for her, no matter how many times he eats her out, he still needs more; Shes the sweetest honey hes ever indulged in and he cant stop until he lapped up every last drop…🫣💕
Ill understand if this is too much!! Just a thought but to each their own, i love this series! 🤍
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+; smut (oral - f receiving; multiple orgasms; bakugou’s accidentally eat aphrodisiac chocolates)
⋆ WORD COUNT: 1.5K
A/N: we love eater katsuki in this house
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PART ONE
“Kats, it’s not a big deal,” you said as you entered your shared apartment.
“I didn’t say it was,” Bakugou grumbled, closing the door behind him.
“You’re literally pouting,” you said, gesturing to his expression that he’d had all afternoon.
“No, I’m not,” he huffed in response, going towards the bedroom with yours and his belongings from your respective work days.
“It means nothing!” You called out behind him, sighing as you slipped your shoes off.
When you had your lunch break that day, an anonymous box of chocolates was left in your mailbox in the office in school. There wasn’t any name or number left on it or even a note. You had kept the chocolates, simply because well… it was chocolate.
But despite knowing how jealous your boyfriend could get at times, you didn’t know Bakugou would be sulking from the moment you told him about the box. The gift had to have been from a faculty member since students didn’t have access to the teachers’ mailboxes and it was shaped in a heart so Bakugou was convinced it was from a secret admirer.
You just didn’t think it was that big of a deal, which annoyed him more.
For a little bit you sat on the couch and watched TV but eventually Bakugou was a lot more quiet than you expected him to be. You got up, went to the bedroom, and found him lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling.
“Katsuki?” You called to him. He didn’t respond, ignoring you completely and you sighed. “Look I’ll throw the chocolate out if it bothers you, alright?”
Finally Bakugou sat up and stared at you, his eyes widening slightly. Before you could ask what was wrong, he reached forward and grabbed you. You were taken aback as he stood to his feet, lips crashing against yours and nearly swallowing you as he kissed you.
He had one hand on the back of your neck and another hand on your waist, taking small steps forward until your back hit the wall.
“What’s gotten into you?” You said, your voice muffled against his lips.
Bakugou pulled away, looking down at you with a hazy look in his eyes before saying, “Need you.”
You choked on your breath when one of his hands slipped beneath your pants and panties, his fingers rubbing your clit harshly. “Kats–!”
“Fuck,” he cursed. “It’s not enough.”
He pulled his fingers out of your pants and grabbed you and practically threw you onto the bed. He was on his knees, taking you by the thighs and pulling your body close to him so you were on the edge of the bed with your legs dangling off the edge. He nearly tore at your pants, taking them and your panties off.
“Wait, you’re moving too–”
The words caught in your throat were replaced by a guttural moan that erupted from you when Bakugou’s lips latched onto your clit. Your hands reached down and instinctively grabbed ahold of his hair, your fingers clutching the strands as your legs moved to his shoulders.
He was sucking and licking your pussy like he was starving, as if it had been months since you’d last had sex. In reality, it was only a few nights.
His name fell from your lips in breathless moans, your hips moving against his lips as he continued to suck, slurp, and lick you clean. It wasn’t long after that your toes started to curl and you came so quickly your body shook.
By the end you were panting and out of breath. “W-What was that about?” You asked, your chest rising and falling with every breath.
Bakugou lifted his head a few inches from between your legs, staring at your crotch. “Still… not enough,” he mumbled.
“Wait, Kats–”
Bakugou ignored you, his hands gripping your thighs so tightly you were sure he’d bruised your skin. His lips moved sloppily against your pussy lips, licking up every drop oozing out of you.
“S-Slow down–!” You whimpered, your lips trembling as your second orgasm grew closer and closer. But Bakugou didn’t let up as he moaned into your pussy, sending vibrations throughout your body.
You were creaming against his tongue as he ruthlessly switched from sucking on your clit to tongue fucking you. That was why when you came a second time, you nearly bit your lip so hard you drew blood.
Your hands gripped the bed sheets so tightly your nails dug into your palms through the fabric. A tingling sensation washed over your body and you felt your body shaking again.
You trembled as you sat up, looking down at him. A gasp escaped your lips when you saw his face. The lower half of his face glistened under the light from your arousal but his pupils were so dilated in a way it frightened you.
“What’s gotten into you?” You asked, trying to catch your breath. He looked as if he was in a haze as he stared back at you blankly. “Katsuki.”
“Lemme taste more,” Bakugou mumbled as he tried to nuzzle his face in between your thighs for a third time. But this time you stopped him, pushing his head away.
“No, Kats, look at me,” you demanded.
“What,” he said, irritation in his tone.
You put a hand to his cheek to look at him more closely and gasped. “You’re burning up!” You exclaimed, pressing your hand against his cheeks and forehead.
“I dunno… what’s wrong…” He mumbled. “... But I need you.”
You looked past his head, by your nightstand where he had put your work bag and noticed the box of chocolates were left open… and a few pieces were missing.
“Did you eat that chocolate?” You asked.
“Yeah…” He murmured, pulling at your thighs to bring you closer to him as he rested his cheek on your thigh.
“Do you think… there was something in the chocolate?” You asked, slightly horrified at the thought.
“Dunno. Just shut up and lemme eat this pussy,” Bakugou snapped, pushing your thighs apart after lifting his head back up.
“Kats, wait! Maybe we should go to a doctor,” you said, pushing your thighs together.
“Fuck the doctor,” he huffed.
“Katsuki!”
“Lemme just fuckin’ eat you out for… an hour. Then we’ll go to the doctor,” he said, satisfied with himself as if he had come up with a genius idea.
“An hour?” You questioned him incredulously.
“Please, baby,” Bakugou begged, his voice raspier and hoarse. “I need it. I-It fuckin’ hurts.”
You looked at him carefully. His face was so red and his eyelids were getting heavier. His breathing was quickening, his mouth salivating. He looked like a mess… and very desperate.
“Okay, okay,” you gave in. “Just don’t be so r–”
Bakugou didn’t wait for you to finish speaking as he spread your legs apart so roughly your inner thighs ached. Then he latched his lips around your clit again, making you whimper as you threw your head back onto the mattress.
You were writhing beneath him from pleasure and he held you down with his hands holding you tightly. He was moaning into you, lips sloppily making out with your pussy that it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe.
By the end of the night, you couldn’t recall how many times you had orgasmed. Your cheeks were tear stained, your body trembling and tingling, and Bakugou was slumped against the edge of the bed. Both of you had to take a moment to catch your breaths.
“Do you… feel better?” You asked between breaths.
Bakugou nodded his head. “I’m gonna find the fucker that gave you this shit and kill ‘em.”
You sat up weakly, looking down at him where he sat on the floor, leaning against the bed frame. You ran a hand through his hair. “I wonder what they thought the chocolate would do to me if I was the one that ate it…”
“This is why you don’t take shit from freaks,” Bakugou grumbled in annoyance, looking up at you with a glare. His pupils had returned to normal and you let out a breath of relief.
“I know… I should’ve listened to you,” you murmured. “I thought it was regular chocolate and it felt like a waste to throw it out.”
You whimpered as you adjusted yourself on the bed to lay down on the pillows, your body aching. It felt like you’d just done a bunch of leg and core workouts. Bakugou joined you, lying beside you rather than lounging on the floor.
“I feel like my pussy’s broken,” you groaned, curling into him.
Bakugou looked down at you, resting a hand on your hip as he rubbed circles against your skin. “... I want more.”
Your eyes shot open as you looked up at him in disbelief. “You still feel the chocolate?”
“No,” Bakugou confessed. “... But I wanna eat you out again.”
“Don’t even, Katsuki. You’re done for the rest of the month.”
so i had to take my car into the dealer to fix my a/c and called my mom cause it’s taking longer than i thought and i can’t call them directly cause the account’s under my parents and she goes “maybe you should post on that tumble account and see if they’ll see it there cause you’re so popular”
… why on earth would my hyundai dealer be following me on my bakugou centered tumblr account…
so bc hyundai wants to take their GOOD OLE FUCKING TIME WORKING ON MY CAR AFTER SAYING ITD BE READY TWO DAYS AGO if my service guy does follow me and sees this you’re on your last leg before i lose my mind
so i had to take my car into the dealer to fix my a/c and called my mom cause it’s taking longer than i thought and i can’t call them directly cause the account’s under my parents and she goes “maybe you should post on that tumble account and see if they’ll see it there cause you’re so popular”
… why on earth would my hyundai dealer be following me on my bakugou centered tumblr account…
so bc hyundai wants to take their GOOD OLE FUCKING TIME WORKING ON MY CAR AFTER SAYING ITD BE READY TWO DAYS AGO if my service guy does follow me and sees this you’re on your last leg before i lose my mind
in some fics when theres a swap like the young STAreader. it also goes with the "the younger takes the place of the older and vice versa" meaning that the older goes back in time ( that the quirk was a time travel of sorts)
so imagine if that was the case, older reader getting swapped, seeing baby tsuo and knowing what's was going to happen in the future 😖
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: angst; kids; divorce; marriage
⋆ WORD COUNT: 768
A/N: i knew there’d be a part two for this and broke my heart writing it too
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PART ONE
When you woke up, you were in your bedroom like normal. You sat up, looking around the room, the same room of the house you and Bakugou first bought as a married couple.
“Momma!” A shrill voice squeaked. “You’re awake!”
You turned your head towards the source of the voice. It was Katsuo, the same three-year-old Katsuo you always knew. And he was so little, just like you remembered that it became difficult to imagine the ten-year-old Katsuo you had just met.
“Tsuo…” You murmured. “Was I asleep?”
Katsuo nodded his head. “Mhm. Daddy said Momma sleep.”
“Daddy…” You repeated in a mumble.
Bakugou came to mind. And not just your Bakugou, but the Bakugou you met seven years in the future. In the future where you end up divorced. But now you were back in your own time, where you only had one child and were happily married.
You stood up from the bed, bending over and holding Katsuo in your arms as you stood back up. Katsuo giggled as you put your forehead against his, rubbing your nose with his. “Oh, my baby,” you cooed, kissing his head.
You exhaled before finally finding the courage to go downstairs, where you could hear the sound of rummaging in the kitchen. Bakugou emerged and immediately you felt like something tugged at your heart. Compared to the future Bakugou, your Bakugou looked so much more… alive.
He smiled when he saw you as you set Katsuo back down on the ground and your stomach fluttered just from seeing his smile. He approached you, hugging you tightly and kissing you. “Hey, baby,” he mumbled.
When he pulled away, you were certain he could see the anguish on your face as his brows furrowed and he asked, “What’s wrong?”
You blinked away at the tears that threatened to fall. “Nothing. I-I had a bad dream, that’s all.”
“You wanna talk about it?” Bakugou asked softly, his thumb rubbing small circles on your hip. Under any other circumstance his touch would be comforting and familiar… but after the future you witnessed you felt as if something was hammering away at your heart.
You had to avoid his gaze as your chest continued to throb. “Um, I just had a stupid dream where… where we got divorced.”
Bakugou looked surprised, like divorce was absolutely unheard of to him. “Divorced?” You nodded. “Baby, ‘course it was a dream. We’d never get divorced, that’s fuckin’ insane.”
It pained you as you attempted to muster up a smile for him, just so he wouldn’t worry any further. “Y-Yeah, it was stupid. Just a dream.”
He smiled, cocking his head towards the dining table. “C’mon, I made dinner.”
Bakugou pulled away from you as he went back into the kitchen, starting to set up the table for dinner. Katsuo blinked up at you and raised his arms. “Momma! Up!”
You laughed, obliging his order as you picked him back up in your arms. Looking at your son and his little face and wide crimson eyes you couldn’t help but keep seeing his ten-year-old self. Knowing he grew to be a loving, caring child slightly warmed the ache in your chest, especially knowing in two years time you’d give birth to Suki.
As you watched Bakugou continue to set the table while he told you a story about a ridiculous moment at the agency, you drowned it all out as you thought about your future.
A part of you wanted to tell your husband the truth, tell him how he’d divorce you without seemingly any reason in three years. And then somehow you both would find a way to live without the other… something you still couldn’t wrap your head around. How would you ever be able to live without the one man you loved more than anything?
But you knew the minute you tried to tell Bakugou about this he’d either not believe you, thinking it was ridiculous or you’d both do whatever it took to prevent it from happening. And you couldn’t jeopardize the future, not in that moment, not when your daughter who you immediately loved the minute you set your eyes on her wasn’t alive yet. If you told Bakugou now, who knows whether or not Suki would still be born.
And you knew you couldn’t let that happen. Above yourself, above Bakugou, you knew you would do whatever it took to make sure your children would be okay. And if ensuring that Suki would be born meant that you’d suffer through the divorce you knew was going to happen, then so be it.
For STA, Their having sex and in the middle of it and she calls him Dynamight but he literally loves it and after he’s taken aback by it he thinks it’s so hot and just becomes rough
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+; smut (oral - f receiving; p in v; doggystyle; fingering; hair pulling; y/n calling bakugou dynamight; unprotected sex); marriage
⋆ WORD COUNT: 788
A/N: i have nothing to say just that this did not take long to write at all lol
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Your body writhed with pleasure beneath Bakugou’s hold, grabbing a fistful of his hair as he relentlessly sucked on your clit, his head buried between your legs. “Kats–” You moaned with a gasp, your voice getting caught in your throat.
“Tastes so fuckin’ good,” he moaned against your pussy, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulled back closer to him every time you instinctively wriggled away from him.
“I’m gonna– come again–” You whimpered, your toes curling from where they hung off his shoulders as you were about to orgasm for a second time.
Your breath quickened, one hand clutching the sheets and another hand clutching Bakugou’s hair so hard he groaned. “Dynamight– more–” You moaned.
Bakugou’s lips ceased for a moment and he lifted his head up slightly to look at you. “What’d you say?”
Your cheeks burned as you got flustered, getting caught in the heat of the moment saying your husband’s hero name in bed. “I-I don’t know… I said ‘Dynamight.’”
Bakugou pushed himself up so his body hovered over yours as he caged you down onto the bed. A small part of you was nervous, as if you had said something wrong and upset him.
“Katsuki, I–”
Before you could finish your apology, Bakugou smashed his lips against yours and you could taste your own arousal on his lips. You gasped into his mouth when he shoved two fingers inside of you, quickly rocking his fingers back and forth.
“Say it again,” Bakugou commanded.
Any nervousness you felt had quickly dissipated; he wasn’t upset, he was so aroused he couldn’t think straight.
“D-Dynamight–” You whimpered, gripping his bicep so tightly your nails dug into his skin.
“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed, pulling his fingers out right when you were about to orgasm.
You let out an annoyed groan. “Kats, I was so close to–”
You nearly got whiplash with how quickly Bakugou spread your legs and shoved his cock inside you, his hands on either side of your head as he thrusted his hips into you.
Tears had brimmed your eyes, overcome with pleasure as he leaned down so his head was in the crook of your neck. You held onto him, squeezing your thighs around his waist, your mouth falling open as he planted rough kisses on your neck and gripped your breast aggressively.
“Don’t call me that,” Bakugou said, his voice gruff. “Say my name again.”
“Dynamight!” you cried, tears spilling out of your eyes.
“Again, baby.”
“D-Dynamight–!”
Bakugou pulled out and away from you, grabbing you by the waist and flipping you over. He pushed your head into the pillows and pushed his cock inside you again, rocking his hips into you. You arched your back against him, your hands clutching the bedsheets.
You were screaming by that point, your voice muffled by the sheets and the bedframe rocked against the wall with every one of Bakugou’s movements.
“I-I’m coming–!” You whined.
Bakugou grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back as he looked directly down at you. “Beg for it,” he grunted into your face.
More tears streaked your cheeks, your lip trembling from being just over the edge of coming. “Please let me come, Dynamight–” You cried. “Please!”
Bakugou smirked, closing his lips over yours sloppily as he took in every single one of your cries, whimpers, and moans. He dug himself deep inside you and your toes curled, your walls clenching around him as you milked his cock, ropes of come seeping into you.
Bakugou released his hold on your hair and you fell forward onto the pillows, burying your head into the sheets. Bakugou collapsed beside you as you both attempted to catch your breaths and you could feel his come trickling out of you.
“If I knew you liked… being called Dynamight so much… I would’ve done it years ago…” You said in between breaths.
“I didn’t know I did till you said it,” Bakugou said, closing his eyes for a moment. Then he looked over to you, outstretching an arm. “C’mere,” he murmured.
Your body ached as you slid closer to him, pressing your cheek against his sweat covered chest. You looked up at him, bringing a finger up and tracing his jawline. “You’re so sexy, Dynamight.”
Bakugou glanced down at you. “You keep callin’ me that and you’re not sleepin’ tonight.”
Your face broke out into a grin. “What if I don’t wanna sleep tonight?”
Bakugou met your gaze and smirked, cocking his head towards his lap. “Then get on top of me.”
You giggled before pushing yourself up, swinging your leg over his lap as you straddled him, ‘Dynamight’ being the only word you repeatedly uttered for the rest of the night.
so i had to take my car into the dealer to fix my a/c and called my mom cause it’s taking longer than i thought and i can’t call them directly cause the account’s under my parents and she goes “maybe you should post on that tumble account and see if they’ll see it there cause you’re so popular”
… why on earth would my hyundai dealer be following me on my bakugou centered tumblr account…
During the divorce Katsuo and Katsuki are having some difficulties getting along and Katsuki just misses the days when they were best-buds. Maybe a flashback of those days as well?
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: angst; kids; divorce
⋆ WORD COUNT: 1.6K
A/N: it always breaks my heart whenever i have to write katsuo and katsuki’s relationship when it was straining but at least they made up and they’re best buds now!
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Bakugou didn’t know when things got so bad between him and his son.
Following the divorce, the first few years were fine, it was mostly Katsuo asking about you constantly and not comprehending the fact that his parents were split up. Then as he got older, it was as if Katsuo was watching Bakugou carefully, especially whenever he interacted with you. Then it evolved to Katsuo distancing himself physically from Bakugou and not wanting to hangout with him and Suki as much. Then it led to today where Katsuo was not only distant, but he was also curt in the way he spoke to his father.
Bakugou loved spending his days off with his kids. Following the divorce, he had to implement mandatory days off on the weekends since that was when he would have the kids and only in emergencies did he ever work on those days.
Bakugou heard the pitter patter of footsteps running down the stairs as Suki bolted into the kitchen, nearly tackling Bakugou if she weren’t so small into a hug. “Good morning, Dad!”
Bakugou chuckled, leaning down and kissing her head before turning his attention to the breakfast he was cooking. “Mornin’, baby. Can you set the table?”
Suki nodded, running off into the dining room to do just that. As Bakugou turned the stove off, setting the food on the dining table, Suki held the third plate in her hands wearily. “I don’t know if Tsuo’s gonna eat breakfast…” She said quietly.
Bakugou sighed. “Lemme go get him.”
Bakugou walked away from the table, making his way upstairs until he got to Katsuo’s door. He brought a fist up, just about to knock when he heard Katsuo speaking.
“You don’t get it, Mom,” Katsuo said with an exhale. “... I wanna be home with you.”
Bakugou froze, his fist lowering. He was on the phone with you.
“It’s not that. I… I miss you,” Katsuo said softly before pausing, presumably listening to what you had to say in response. “I wish I didn’t have to come here on the weekends. I wish I could just be with you.”
It was as if Bakugou’s heart crumpled in his chest. He knew divorcing you would eventually upset the kids as they got older but he never expected it to come so soon. He deserved this, he deserved for his son to dislike his company but… selfishly Bakugou thought he was doing what was best for his family.
Bakugou didn’t hear Katsuo get off the phone as the bedroom door swung open, Katsuo flinching from being startled. “Oh…” He uttered.
“Uh, just wanted to call you down for breakfast,” Bakugou said, clearing his throat.
Katsuo looked away from his father’s gaze. “I’m not hungry.”
Bakugou let out a sigh. “You haven’t eaten breakfast in… I don’t fuckin’ know but it’s been a while.”
“Well, I’m not hungry,” Katsuo said angrily, looking back up at Bakugou. “Mom wouldn’t force me to eat.”
“Well I’m not Mom, alright?” Bakugou snapped back.
Katsuo clenched his jaw. “I know you’re not. You never could be.” Then he slammed the door shut in Bakugou’s face.
Bakugou rubbed his temples. He didn’t mean to snap at his son in that manner but this back and forth was getting frustrated. But clearly Katsuo didn’t want to speak to him and Bakugou wasn’t going to force him so he went back downstairs.
“Um, I’m hungry, Dad!” Suki quipped, clearly having heard the entire debacle between Bakugou and Katsuo and wanting to cheer Bakugou up.
Bakugou smiled at his daughter, who had already gotten so big now that she was eight-years-old. “C’mon. Let’s eat.”
Suki hummed along to whatever song was playing in whatever musical movie she chose to watch on the TV, bopping her head side to side as she hummed.
Bakugou wanted to pay attention to the movie and be present with his daughter but his mind kept wandering back to Katsuo, who was still holed up in his room.
He had his phone in hand, and when a featured photo of his son from when he was a baby popped up on the sidebar, Bakugou found himself going down a rabbit hole of scrolling through Katsuo’s pictures.
The first one was from when Katsuo was only two. It was your birthday and just as Bakugou was taking a photo of you with your cake, candles blown out, Katsuo reached with his chubby little hands and grabbed fistfuls of cake. He had his hands in front of your face, trying to feed you as you were laughing so hard you cried.
The next photo was one that you took when Katsuo was five. The three of you had gone to the park, something you as a family stopped doing as much since it would attract a lot of attention from fans and paparazzi. Bakugou and Katsuo were playing catch, baseball mitts in hand as you captured Katsuo’s throwing the ball midair.
The third photo was right before the divorce, when Katsuo was six. He always loved to draw, something he hadn’t done in a while. He was holding up a picture he had drawn of Bakugou in his hero suit with the words, Best Hero/Dad Ever!, scrawled out on the top in orange crayon.
Bakugou had to stop after that, his eyes tearing up and blurring his vision.
“Dad, you’re not even watching,” Suki complained, looking over at him with a slight pout.
Bakugou sniffled, trying to rid any evidence of his tears from his daughter. “Sorry, baby. I, uh, got distracted.”
But Suki noticed. She clenched her teeth, standing up from the couch. “I’ve had enough,” she mumbled to herself before running towards the staircase and up the stairs.
Bakugou was confused and he heard Suki busted Katsuo’s door open before yelling, “You’re being way too mean, you asshole!”
Bakugou flinched. He’d never heard his daughter curse, since she was only eight but also he shouldn’t be too surprised; he was the main reason why his children knew any swear words at all.
“Get the hell outta my room!” Katsuo retorted back.
“Not until you apologize for being mean to Dad!” Suki yelled. Bakugou’s heart swelled hearing her defend him.
“The fuck would you know, idiot?” Katsuo said with a laugh, antagonizing her despite being thirteen as he harped on his kid sister.
Bakugou heard Suki stomp her foot on the ground. “That’s it!”
After that, Bakugou heard tumbling followed by Katsuo screaming in pain, signaling him to intervene as he quickly made his way upstairs. Walking into Katsuo’s room, Suki had pinned Katsuo to the floor, sitting on top of him as she pulled at his hair with one hand and slammed her fist on his face repeatedly with her other hand.
“Suki!” Bakugou called out before quickly grabbing her and picking her up, quite literally pulling her away from her brother and placing her down behind him.
But Suki wasn’t done. She attempted to run towards her brother again but Bakugou stopped her, putting his palm against her head and causing her to simply run in place.
“Let me at him!” She screamed, swinging her arms before finally stopping, breathing heavily from her efforts. Then she pointed an accusatory finger at Katsuo. “Dad’s trying his best! Just like Mom is! You don’t get to pick favorites!”
One look at Katsuo showed exactly how pissed off he was, both from getting attacked by his little sister and for being confronted with the situation.
Before the fight could escalate any further, Bakugou knelt down in front of Suki, putting his hands on her shoulders. Her glare simmered as she made eye contact with her father, her gaze softening immediately.
“Suki, I’m fine. Don’t fight with your brother for me,” he said.
Suki furrowed her brows, stomping her foot in frustration. “But Dad!”
“I’m fine, alright?” Bakugou repeated. “Now say sorry.”
Suki’s lip trembled and Bakugou was convinced she was about to burst into tears. But she yelled out, “I’m sorry!” before running out of the room and back downstairs.
Katsuo scoffed in response, rising to his feet and running his hands through his hair that had gotten extremely disheveled from the attack. His face was also red from Suki’s pummeling.
“You okay?” Bakugou asked him.
Katsuo glanced at him then looked away. “I’m fine… That idiot can barely hurt me.”
Bakugou stifled a laugh. “You sure? She was pullin’ your hair out.”
“Whatever,” Katsuo mumbled. His stomach let out a growl and Katsuo’s eyes widened, his face tinting into a pink blush.
“If you don’t wanna eat my food, that’s fine. But I’m not gonna let you starve yourself so order whatever you want,” Bakugou said.
“Thanks,” Katsuo grumbled and he closed the door as Bakugou went back downstairs.
Suki was sulking on the couch, slumped against the cushions with her arms crossed over her chest.
She glared at her father when he sat beside her. “You only yelled at me, not Tsuo.”
“I didn’t yell at you. I’d never yell at either of you.”
She sat up, facing him. “Still you didn’t make him say sorry!”
Bakugou held back a smile. She was so damn cute. He kissed her head. “Tsuo’s goin’ through somethin’ right now… I don’t wanna bother him and I love you, baby, for lookin’ out for me but leave this between him and I, alright?”
“Okay…” Suki grumbled, fidgeting with her hands. “I don’t like seeing you sad.”
Bakugou smiled. “Why would I be sad? I’ve got two amazing kids, ‘course I’m not sad.”
Suki believed his slight lie and threw her arms around him. Bakugou kissed her head again as she played the movie, filling him in on what he missed when he wasn’t paying attention.
Bakugou knew he had the best kids, regardless of how Katsuo felt about him. But he’d be lying if he said he was never sad… especially when you weren’t in his life anymore.
i just got a todoroki family edit on my fyp and i literally can’t stand endeavor that ugly ass freak didn’t suffer enough compared to the suffering he put on his family OOOH IM GETTING MAD
Kats going dumb while reader is him like a cowgirl, slobbering kisses and incoherent words sluring from his mouth… can the setting be in the car? Heh 😈
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+; smut (cowgirl; p in v; car sex); marriage; mention of kids
⋆ WORD COUNT: 788
A/N: getting through my smut asks and i underestimated how many i would get LOL
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Bakugou let out a guttural groan against your lips when you started to grind your hips down onto his already rock hard cock, straining against his pants from the minute you both sat down in the theater. He swore he could already feel his car moving in the parking lot of the movie theater.
His hands traveled up to the hem of your shirt, rolling the fabric up urgently along with your bra just so he could have unbridled access to your tits. “Should’ve just fuckin’ stayed home,” he said through gritted teeth, sliding your skirt up.
“I know–” You agreed, gasping as he started kissing your neck. “But– I wanted to go– out for once–”
Your breath hitched in your throat when he grabbed hold of one of your breasts, twisting and teasing your nipple with his calloused fingers. “You just– had to keep touching me– in the theater–”
“You’re fuckin’ fault for lookin’ so sexy,” Bakugou grumbled, smacking your ass with an open palm and causing you to yelp in pleasure.
You fumbled with his belt buckle, your panties soaked beyond reason. “We have to hurry– I don’t want the kids home alone for too long.”
“Baby–” Bakugou let out a hiss when you dipped your hand into his boxers, pulling his hard and leaking dick out. “Tsuo’s in high school– They’re fine.”
“Just hurry up and put it in,” you snapped, causing him to laugh.
When he held you by your hips to lay you down on the backseat beside him, you stopped him, holding him by the shoulders. “No.”
Bakugou looked up at you curiously, his lips curling up into a smirk when you raised your hips and put his cock inside you, sinking down slowly back onto his lap. You started slowly rocking into him, and then bouncing up and down on his lap.
“How long have you– been this fuckin’ wet–” Bakugou said in between his own groans.
“When– you– fuck– started touching me– in the theater–” you whimpered, digging your nails into the fabric of his shirt.
Bakugou threw his head back from where he sat in the back seat of his car, his hands gripping your ass. “Feels so fuckin’ good–” He moaned. “Missed fuckin’ this pussy–”
Your fingers tangled into the back of his head, clutching at his hair as you continued to bounce up and down on his dick, driving him deeper and deeper inside of you with every movement.
Bakugou breathed heavily, smacking your ass again and causing you to whimper. “You’re bein’ quiet,” Bakugou huffed.
You clenched your teeth, gripping his hair and tugging on it to pull his head back. “Just shut up– and let me– focus–” You said in between breaths.
Bakugou smirked, murmuring, “Alright, baby.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck, nestling your head in the crook of his neck as you started clenching down around him, causing him to moan even louder.
“So big–” You moaned in his ear, saying the things you knew he liked to hear. “Oh, Kats–!”
Bakugou had his head back, his eyes screwed shut as he started losing it. It had been so long since you were both intimate, both of your schedules getting busy on top of taking care of your children. He felt like he was short-circuiting, losing any ability to speak from how good you felt around him.
“Miss your cock, Katsuki,” you moaned, kissing his neck. “Missed you inside me–”
“Me… too–” Bakugou groaned, his mouth falling open.
When you lifted your head, hips still grinding into him, you couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly at how much he was enjoying this. You closed your lips over his, your lips sloppily moving against his as you swallowed each other’s gasps and moans.
“I’m gonna– Fuck–” Bakugou cursed. “Feels so good, baby–”
He was babbling at this point, incoherent words spilling out of his mouth. “I’m gonna come– Holy fuck–”
He wrapped his arms around your waist and as you both neared closer and closer to orgasming, Bakugou thrusted upwards, meeting you every time you bounced down onto him. The intensity of his movements made your toes curl and it didn’t take long for you to clench around his cock again as he came inside you. You milked every drop of come that spurted out of him.
By the time you both finished, you slumped against him, the windows fogged as you both breathed heavily. Bakugou looked like he had just finished a training session and you could barely feel your legs.
“I’m surprised… you allowed this… in your Porsche…” You said in between breaths.
“Couldn’t help it…” Bakugou said, his chest rising and falling. “Needed to fuck you… Car can get cleaned later…”
I was rereading tsumi bringing home her boyfriend for the umpteenth time and a specific part got me thinking! Since tsumi's anger rivals us, what if bakugo and or katsuo (both would be so funny) royally fucks up and made tsumi so mad she refuse to talk to them, or worst just not acknowledging them?😆 I just wanna see girl dad bakugo groveling and begging honestly
Bonus if reader and suki are having a field day watching the boys begging for forgiveness
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: angst; fluff; kids; family; marriage; bakugou and y/n are grandparents
⋆ WORD COUNT: 2.6K
A/N: i might’ve made this more angsty than silly haha which is what i think you wanted so sorry lol. sometimes i write and things go a different direction and i lean into that
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PART ONE (pregnant with katsumi) // PART TWO (tsumi's birth) // PART THREE (toddler tsumi) // PART FOUR (tsumi getting bullied) // PART FIVE (meeting tsumi's bf)
“Oh, you get cuter every time I see you,” you cooed to your grandson in your arms.
Hoshi giggled. “Thank you, Grandma!” He laid his head on your shoulder, clutching the fabric of your shirt.
“I can hold him, Mom. You’ve been carrying him this whole time,” Yui said, setting her empty plate down on the table.
“I’m okay, sweetie. Don’t worry,” you said with a shake of your head. “Plus, I’m sure Tsuo’s been on you about lifting anything.” You gestured to the slight swell in her stomach.
Yui rolled her eyes, glancing over to Katsuo who was talking to Bakugou and Katsumi on the other side of the patio. “Don’t get me started on that. I’m not even four months pregnant and he’s freaking out over everything I do.”
“Katsuki was the same with me so we know where he gets it from,” you said with a chuckle.
You looked across your backyard at the rest of your family. It had been a while since the whole family got together so to start off the summer you and Bakugou hosted a small barbecue in your backyard. Katsumi had invited her boyfriend, Ayato, and both of your children had come as well.
Currently, Suki had gone inside to answer a call, Ayato had just left to go home, and you were catching up with your daughter-in-law.
Everything was perfect… until you heard Katsumi yelling.
“You’re both such assholes!” She screamed at her father and brother, turning around and sliding the back door open with such force it rattled.
You gasped and Hoshi flinched in your arms. You passed Hoshi off to Yui and ran inside, attempting to catch Katsumi. “What’s wrong?” You asked.
Katsumi whipped her head back around to face you and you had never seen her so mad in your life. “Ask them!” She spat, pointing at Bakugou and Katsuo and then stomped upstairs, slamming her bedroom door shut.
Suki came out of the bathroom, her eyes wide and looking just as stunned as you were. “Whoa, what was that about?”
You sighed before walking back outside. “We’re gonna find out now…”
When you and Suki went to the backyard, Bakugou and Katsuo had matching shocked expressions on their faces. “What happened?” You immediately asked.
“Nothing!” Katsuo said defensively. “We were just playing around with Ayato like we always do. Y’know, nothing bad.”
Yui shook her head, resting Hoshi on her hip. “Teasing or bullying?”
“We didn’t do shit, alright,” Bakugou responded.
“I find that hard to believe,” Suki mumbled.
“She’s told you both multiple times not to tease Ayato,” you said sternly.
“The kid didn’t fuckin’ mind. He was laughin’ with us,” Bakugou retorted.
“That’s not the point, Katsuki.”
Hoshi started giggling, amused that all the grown ups were arguing. “Daddy and Grandpa’s in trouble!” He exclaimed.
“Yes, baby, they are,” Yui said to him, kissing his cheek.
“Go apologize,” you told your son and husband.
Katsuo sighed, already walking towards the inside of the house. “Yeah, I know. I’ll talk to her.”
Once Katsuo left, you looked over to Bakugou, narrowing your eyes at him. Bakugou took a step towards you, resting a hand on your hip. “Baby, I didn’t do anything.”
“Yes you did and you know you did,” you said, shaking your head disapprovingly.
Bakugou sighed in exasperation, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t know she’d get this upset…”
“Dad, Tsumi really likes Ayato. Obviously she doesn’t like her dad and brother making fun of him,” Suki said. “And she’s talked about that with you.”
“I know…” Bakugou grumbled.
The back door slid open, Katsuo emerging from the house. “Well?” Yui questioned.
Katsuo shook his head. “She said she didn’t wanna talk to me.”
“Just give her space. She’ll come around maybe by dinner,” you said to your son.
Hoshi yawned loudly in Yui’s arms. “I’m going to head up and put Hoshi down for a nap,” she said.
You nodded as she went inside and Suki glared at her brother. “Clean up, you two,” she said, gesturing to her brother and father.
Katsuo rolled his eyes, already packing all the food. “Yeah, yeah…”
Following the barbecue, the kids were staying over for a few days before heading back to their respective homes. You and Bakugou had looked forward to this for so long and now you were upset with how tense the atmosphere was in your home.
Katsuo and Yui had gone out and Suki went to meet a friend since she’s back in her hometown so it was just you, Katsumi who was still holed up in her room, Bakugou, and little Hoshi who was asleep in one of the guest bedrooms.
“Kats?” You called out as you went upstairs, finding him outside of Katsumi’s bedroom with a fist raised to the door.
Bakugou let out a sigh. “She still won’t talk to me or Tsuo.”
“I can talk to her,” you offered, looking up at him. “I know how worried you get when it comes to her.”
“I know,” Bakugou mumbled. “If I knew it’d make her this upset I wouldn’t’ve teased the kid, y’know?”
“I know,” you said, resting a hand on his bicep. “Just give her space and let me talk to her.”
You leaned up and kissed him, watching as he retreated to your bedroom before you knocked on Katsumi’s door. “Tsum?” You called out. “Can I come in?”
You heard footsteps on the other side of the door and Katsumi opened it, cracking it open to let you in before closing it behind you. She leaned against the door, crossing her arms over her chest.
“How’re you doing?” You asked. “You’ve been in your room all day.”
“I’m fine,” she responded curtly.
“I know you’re not, angel,” you said softly.
Katsumi exhaled through her nose before dropping her arms to her sides. “It’s just annoying.”
“I know but it’s your brother and your dad,” you tried to reason, putting a reassuring hand to her shoulder. “You know they didn’t mean anything by it.”
“I don’t care,” she grumbled. “... I’m never talking to them ever again.”
“Baby, you don’t mean that–”
“Yes I do!” She exclaimed, swatting your hand away from her. “I’ve told them so many times to stop making fun of Ayato ‘cause I know he won’t tell them when he’s uncomfortable, but it’s been pissing me off!”
She exhaled again before continuing. “And they never listen to me! They never take me seriously and they keep treating me like I’m a little kid! I’m sick of it!”
You paused for a moment before speaking, wanting to make sure not to upset her any further. “I understand how you’re feeling, Tsumi, but I think talking to them will help. They’ll listen this time, I know they will.”
Katsumi just shook her head at you, tears welling in her eyes. “You don’t get it, Mom… I bet Dad didn’t do this to Yui or Kana… So why is Ayato getting treated differently?”
You took her hands in yours, giving them a squeeze. “It’s ‘cause you’re our baby. And they do care about you–”
“Funny way of showing it…” She grumbled under her breath. “I’ve never been so angry, Mom. I don’t want to talk to them ever again.”
“Katsumi,” you said in disbelief. She took her hands from yours as she turned around and whipped her door open, stomping out of the room. “Tsumi!” You yelled after her as she ran downstairs and out the front door.
“What happened?” Bakugou asked urgently, emerging from your bedroom.
“I-I tried talking to her but it just made her more upset,” you said despondently.
The door to the guest bedroom opened and Hoshi emerged, his ash blonde hair ruffled, yawning as he rubbed his eyes with his fists. “Why’re you yelling, Grandma?” He asked in a whine.
You knelt down in front of him. “Sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You scooped him up in your arms, standing again as he laid his head on your shoulder, falling fast asleep again.
“I’m goin’ after her,” Bakugou declared quietly to not wake Hoshi up again. “I don’t care if she doesn’t wanna talk to me.”
You nodded, rubbing Hoshi’s back in soft circles. “Just be gentle, okay? She’s really upset.”
“I know. I’ll be back soon,” he murmured, giving you a kiss before going after Katsumi as fast as he could.
Despite following Katsumi shortly after she stormed out of the house, she managed to retreat to the local park by your house, sitting on the steps leading into the park as she stared off into the distance where children were screeching and playing together.
As Bakugou approached her, he could see her shoulders shaking, her eyes red and her cheeks wet with tears. “Katsumi,” he murmured.
She looked up at her father, clenching her teeth and shaking her head. “Go away!”
“Baby, I just wanna talk,” Bakugou tried to say. “I wanna apologize.”
“Nothing you say will make it better!” She exclaimed, turning her head away from Bakugou as more tears erupted from her eyes.
Bakugou ignored her words and sat beside her. “What’s this really about?”
“I told you what this is about.”
“You can’t fool me. I know somethin’ else is wrong.”
Katsumi sniffled, turning her head to look back at him as she bit her lip nervously. Her lips trembled as she spoke. “I-I don’t want Ayato to leave me.”
Bakugou was taken aback. “Why the hell would he leave you, angel? You’re perfect.”
She took a long moment, trying to hold her emotions in but ultimately failing before finally confessing, “But I don’t have a quirk.”
Bakugou swore he felt his heart crumple in his chest. “I’m just– I’m trying so hard because I-I love him, Dad,” she sputtered in between her sobs. “A-And I can’t have him leave me because w-what if he finds another girl with a quirk who’s better than me?”
Bakugou slid closer to her, putting an arm around her shoulders. “If he fuckin’ does that then he’s a coward and I’ll beat the fuck outta him,” Bakugou said earnestly. “I’m serious, Tsum.”
Bakugou sighed, bringing a hand up and wiping her tear-stained cheeks with his thumb. “But I know he wouldn’t do that ‘cause he’s a good kid.”
Katsumi was surprised to hear her father, Mr. No One Is Good Enough To Date My Daughter, compliment her boyfriend. “I’ve always told you, Tsumi. Having a quirk doesn’t make someone better than you,” Bakugou said.
Your whole family had always reassured Katsumi growing up, especially following the news of her being quirkless and when she would get bullied for it in school, but as much as you all did your best to support her, evidently it festered into an insecurity even more so as a teenager.
She sniffled, her hands shaking. “I’m scared…”
“These feelings you’re havin’ are real but you’ve gotta talk to him,” Bakugou said gently, holding her hand. “Keepin’ all this inside isn’t gonna help.”
“Yeah…” She murmured. “Have you ever felt like this? … With Mom?”
Bakugou let out a sigh, reminiscing on decades ago when you first started dating. “Yeah.”
“Really?”
“Mom was my first girlfriend and she was so… experienced. And I didn’t know what the fuck I was doin’ and I never told her that,” Bakugou said with a laugh, causing Katsumi to laugh with him.
“I was convinced she’d break up with me and find someone better… ‘cause I’m loud and an asshole and she’s so fuckin’ sweet. I mean it’s your Mom, she’s fuckin’ perfect,” Bakugou said, still in disbelief that you married him twice and had three kids with him.
Katsumi nodded as he continued. “Then one day I told her how I was feelin’ after she kept askin’ what was wrong and she got pissed at me. She said it was the stupidest fuckin’ thing she ever heard.”
Katsumi burst out into laughter and Bakugou smiled. “She told me that if she wanted someone else, she would’ve been with them. But she’s with me ‘cause she loves me, even when I’m bein’ an asshole.”
Katsumi smiled at the thought of her parents being so young and in love. Though, not much has changed in that aspect. “That’s so sweet.”
“Yeah… So go talk to him, alright?” Bakugou suggested and Katsumi nodded. “You’ve been thinkin’ about this for a while, huh?”
Katsumi bit the inside of her cheek. “... It’s been hard.”
“You know you can talk to me about anything. You’re my baby. I’d do anything for you,” Bakugou said softly.
Katsumi teared up again, her lip quivering. “T-Thanks, Dad,” she whimpered as she wrapped her arms around him, crying into his chest.
“I’m sorry– for yelling at you–” She sputtered.
“Nah, it’s okay. Tsuo and I deserved it,” Bakugou said, kissing her head. “I’ll lay off the kid– I mean… I’ll lay off Ayato. I don’t wanna upset you ever again.”
Katsumi pulled away from him, smiling up at him through her teary eyes and wet lashes. “Thank you.”
“‘Specially since you get scarier than Mom sometimes,” Bakugou added jokingly.
Katsumi just laughed, wiping her cheeks with her hands. “C’mon, let’s get home. Mom’s probably freaking out,” Bakugou said and they stood up, Katsumi looping her arm into Bakugou’s and leaning her head against his arm as they walked back home.
By the time Katsumi and Bakugou got back home, the sun had set and you already had dinner with your kids and Hoshi.
“There you are!” You exclaimed as they strolled inside the house. “It’s been so long!”
“We had to talk about some things,” Bakugou said with a shrug, slipping his mismatched shoes off that he had grabbed in a rush.
“You okay, angel?” You asked your daughter gently.
Katsumi smiled and nodded and then looked past your shoulder. “Is Tsuo back?”
Right on time, Katsuo emerged from the kitchen, his eyes widening seeing his baby sister. “Tsum!” He exclaimed.
Katsumi ran to him, nearly crashing into him as she embraced her brother. “Sorry for yelling at you,” Katsumi said against his chest.
Katsuo let out a slight laugh. “You’re not the one who’s supposed to apologize. I’m sorry.”
Katsumi pulled away. “Apology accepted.”
Katsuo smiled down at her and kissed her head. Then she turned around and faced you and Bakugou. “... Is it okay if I see Ayato real quick? I… wanna talk to him about something. I promise I won’t be long.”
You looked over to Bakugou, wanting to see if he was thinking the same thing, which he was as he nodded his head at you. “Of course, baby. Keep your phone on you.”
“C’mon, I’ll drop you off and take you home,” Katsuo offered.
“Really?!” Katsumi exclaimed in disbelief. “Thank you! Thank you!”
Katsumi grabbed Katsuo’s arm and practically dragged him outside and you watched from the window as Katsuo drove out your driveway.
“Where’s Yui, Hoshi, and Suki?” Bakugou asked.
“Yui and Hoshi went to bed. Suki’s still out and Tsuo was just waiting for you guys to get back,” you explained.
You sighed. “So Tsumi’s okay?” Bakugou nodded and you wrapped your arms around his waist. “Good.”
Bakugou lifted your chin up and kissed you before returning your embrace. “Crazy how the kids are just like us.”
You chuckled. “Yeah… Tsuo’s becoming more and more like a mild and more tamed version of you by the second.
“Mild?”
You just laughed, pulling away from him. “I’m happy everything’s resolved.”
“Me too.”
You checked the time on the wall. “We should head to bed but… I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep until Tsuo and Tsumi get back.”
“Me neither,” Bakugou agreed. “Sit and pick a movie. I’ll grab us somethin’ to eat while we wait.”
You grinned, leaning up to kiss him before taking a spot on the couch as the two of you spent the rest of the night curled up against each other, waiting for your children to return home.
hihi just wanted to send some love!!! sta series is absolutely wonderful and i’m so glad you keep writing for it <3 absolutely love your works and please keep writing! (but don’t overwork yourself. or else.)
tysm!! this is so sweet!!
and don’t worry i currently have a lot of free time so overworking myself is not an issue lol
so we got izuku interrupting sta bakugo and y/n but what about y/n's ex-bf? how would he react to hearing that
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+; smut (p in v; missionary; mating press; phone call during sex); annoying ex; mention of cheating in past relationship; y/n and bakugou are dating here
⋆ WORD COUNT: 1.1K
A/N: you guys are crazyy with these asks omg
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Your fingers dug into Bakugou’s back, nails raking down against his skin as he continued to pound his cock inside you. He grunted with every movement and every time his mushroom tip dug deep inside you, you whimpered and clenched your thighs from around his waist.
“K-Kats–” You moaned, squeezing your eyes shut.
“I know, baby,” he said in between breaths, his head nestled in the crook of your neck. “You gonna come?”
You nodded your head, unable to speak and right as you were both close to orgasming, your phone blared on your nightstand.
Both of you flinched and you turned your head, reaching a shaky arm out to grab it and check who was calling. Bakugou ceased his thrusts and you sighed in annoyance as you declined the call. “It’s just a random number.”
“Good,” Bakugou grunted and he didn’t waste any time to thrust back inside you, ramming his cock in and out of you and causing your pussy to squelch repeatedly. You were back to moaning, clinging onto him.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” Bakugou moaned, kissing your neck.
And that was when your phone rang.
You were annoyed again and checked the number. “It’s the same number.”
“Just ignore it,” Bakugou said curtly, getting equally as frustrated as he stopped moving once again. “It’s probably a scam call.”
You agreed and Bakugou continued to fuck you, his thrusts becoming more intense. “Stupid phone keeps fuckin’ up my momentum,” he grumbled through clenched teeth, inching closer and closer to coming inside you.
But of course your phone rang again and you both groaned together.
“Let me just answer it,” you said, breathing heavily and grabbing your phone. “Then they’ll stop calling.”
Bakugou was beyond pissed as you answered the call, bringing your phone to your ear. It didn’t matter who was on the phone; if it wasn’t an emergency, Bakugou swore he was going to kill them.
“Hello?” You said.
“Y/N…” A man’s voice responded.
“Who is this?”
The man laughed. “Come on, we were together for a year and you don’t remember me?”
Your body felt rigid as you slowly started to recognize the voice. Bakugou saw the shock on your face and knew something was wrong so he pulled out of you, waiting to see what this phone call was about.
You swallowed. “What do you want?”
“Didn’t expect you to date a hot shot pro hero,” your ex said with a laugh. “I keep seeing you on the news. Just wanted to call and say I miss you.”
You scowled. “Well I don’t miss you so stop calling me.”
“Who is it?” Bakugou asked as you started to get more and more upset.
You covered the mic on your phone with your hand as you said, “... It’s my ex.”
Bakugou scoffed. “The one who cheated on you and treated you like shit?” You nodded despondently. “Gimme that.”
Bakugou took the phone from you and put it to his ear. If this asshole wanted to ruin your mood, Bakugou was determined to make things worse for him.
“Y/N, baby, you know I can treat you better than that asshat,” your ex said, unaware of the fact that you weren’t the one he was speaking to anymore. “You used to love being with me,”
“Nah, man, she’s good,” Bakugou said and you watched him carefully, trying to listen to what your ex was saying.
Your ex paused. “Who the fuck is this?”
Bakugou smirked, satisfied that he had gotten under your ex’s skin. He squeezed your phone in between his cheek and his shoulder as he hovered over you again, spreading your legs and thrusting his cock back inside you. You gasped, not expecting it and moaned right after.
Bakugou started pounding you, hard and slow, and you whimpered with each thrust. “Hear that? Don’t think she misses you, bro,” Bakugou said, stifling his own moans just so your ex can hear the sounds you were making more clearly.
“I said who the fuck is this?!” Your ex screamed, beyond pissed.
Bakugou looked down at you. The way your brows were scrunched together, a sheen of sweat on your forehead causing your hair to stick to it, your mouth agape as you moaned, and your hands clinging to him made his cock even harder if that was possible.
“Say my name, baby,” Bakugou cooed down to you. “Let this fucker know who’s fuckin’ your sweet pussy right now.”
You bit your lip. There was something so arousing about the way Bakugou was speaking, always backing up every word that he said. “Katsuki–!”
“Nah, he won’t know that name,” Bakugou said, one end of his lips curling up. “Say the other one.”
“D-Dynamight–”
“It’s you?!” Your ex bellowed, not expecting to hear one of the top ten heroes from his ex-girlfriend’s phone despite knowing you were dating him.
“I’ll beat your fuckin’ ass, that’s what,” Bakugou said before smirking again. “But for now you can hear me fuck my baby since you miss her so much.”
Bakugou took your phone and put it next to you, making sure to angle the phone so the mic would pick up your voice.
Bakugou grabbed your thighs and pushed them in so your knees touched your chest and you gasped as he started to pick up his pace, pounding as his cock slapped inside you.
“Oh m-my god–!” You gasped, your nails digging into his biceps.
Bakugou leaned down and closed his lips over yours, swallowing every sound you made. “K-Kats–” You whimpered.
Bakugou pulled away, continue to fuck you and took your phone, laughing when he saw that your ex was still on the line.
“Didn’t get the hint, asshole?” Bakugou asked, putting your phone in between his cheek and shoulder once again. “Want me to change it to FaceTime so you can really see how my girl’s takin’ this dick?”
“Fuck. You,” your ex spat before finally hanging up.
Bakugou grinned as he tossed your phone on the bed. “Think he finally got the hint.”
You started laughing, shaking your head in disbelief. “You’re insane.”
“Gotta protect my girl,” Bakugou murmured, kissing your head. “Now I’m gonna speed this shit up. My cock’s gonna fuckin’ explode.”
Can you do one where they are already dating and one of them recounts the story of their meeting as teens not know it was each other until they realized they both remember the story. And in the end Bakugo is cocky because he heard and remembers when she said she would rather stay single than be with him. And he is all cocky about itt.
I hope this makes sense lolll I am a bad explainer
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: fluff; bakugou and y/n are dating here
⋆ WORD COUNT: 385
A/N: kinda short but i didn’t know what else to write lol
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PART ONE
“I really hope your mom likes me,” you murmured as Bakugou drove out of his parents’ driveway following your first time meeting them.
“She’s been waitin’ for this day. ‘Course she likes you,” Bakugou said, causing you to laugh. “Ma told me she recognized you.”
“She did?” You asked in shock. “I don’t know where I would’ve met her before dating you.”
“Well they had a clothing shop so maybe you went to their store,” Bakugou suggested, lowering the music from his stereo so he could hear you.
“Wait…” You said, your voice trailing off. You gasped once you made the connection. “Oh my god, your family owned the Bakugou Boutique?!”
“You know any other Bakugou?”
“I don’t know. I thought it was a coincidence,” you responded. “I only went there like twice. I’m surprised she remembers me.”
“Ma liked all her customers so I’m not surprised.”
You leaned back in your seat, looking out the window as Bakugou continued to drive. “I do remember one time I went there and there was this annoying ass kid my age. He was so rude to me.”
“... Rude how?”
You shrugged. “Well, I thought he worked there ‘cause he was sitting by the register so I asked him for help to find something and he just cussed me out. So I yelled back at him.”
When Bakugou pulled into the parking lot of your apartment complex and parked his car, he turned to look at you as he said, “Y/N… that was me.”
“What?!”
“Yeah, Ma used to make me work the register sometimes.”
“God, you were so annoying,” you said with a shake of your head.
He laughed. “Yeah, I was a little shit back then.”
He paused for a moment before he said, “Wait if you were that girl then… Ma told me you said you’d never be with someone like me and you’d rather be single than be with me.”
You froze. “... I don’t remember that.”
“Bullshit.” He leaned towards you with a shit eating grin. “And look at you now.”
You blinked at him, not wanting him to have the satisfaction and so you opened the car door and sprinted outside towards your apartment.
“Get back here!” Bakugou yelled, getting out of the car and catching up with you in no time.
Amazing thought Katsuki is injured and y/n is playing nurse basically once they are at home and he is in bed rest this REALLY turns Katsuki on and he gets all hot and bothered after much convincing on his part y/n agrees to do it with him if he lets her do all the work very cute very much smut little bit of sub Katsuki
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+; smut (riding; p in v; handjob)
⋆ WORD COUNT: 1.8K
A/N: you never miss with your requests omg. also i’m alternating between non-smut asks and smut asks cause i have so many of both lol
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“Baby, you need to calm down,” Bakugou said, watching from your bed as you zipped through the room unpacking his things.
You turned back and gave him an enraged look. “Calm down?”
Bakugou shuddered under your intense stare. “... Okay, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Kats, you’re not young anymore. You can’t be reckless,” you chided.
“I wasn’t trying to be reckless. A fucking building fell,” Bakugou said, recounting the accident that he got in resulting in his injuries.
“I don’t care. You need to be careful,” you refuted, shaking your head as you sat on the edge of the bed. “Do you know how terrified I was when the doctor called?”
Bakugou exhaled slightly from his nose. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I know,” you murmured with a sigh before standing up. “I’m gonna go get some ice.”
Bakugou nodded, laying his on the pillows you had propped up on the headboard for him.
He was beyond annoyed and he knew you were right in being frustrated. He had just turned fifty and still was doing hero work despite your concerns for his health and safety and there was an accident, resulting in him being hospitalized. He had fractured a bone in his calf and his thigh, and he now had a full leg cast on his left leg. His right arm was in a brace from overuse of his quirk and he had finally been discharged from the hospital and was ordered to be on strict bed rest to his dismay.
You walked back in the bedroom with an ice pack and a bowl with a spoon in your hands. Setting the bowl down on Bakugou’s nightstand, you sat right by him, gently taking his arm out of the brace as you began to ice his forearms.
Bakugou watched you the entire time. You were being so gentle with him despite how frustrated you were with him. The way your brows were furrowed in concentration and your bottom lip jutted out as you massaged his arms… it was so damn hot to him.
After icing and massaging his forearms, you reached over and grabbed the bowl which had homemade soup.
“When the hell did you cook?” Bakugou asked, knowing full well that you were back and forth with visiting him in the hospital and going home.
“When the paramedics were bringing you up here,” you said, mixing the soup with the spoon. “I know you didn’t eat anything.”
Bakugou tried to lift the spoon with his right arm, his dominant hand, but his fingers cramped due to the pain and he cursed under his breath. “I’ll feed you. Don’t worry,” you said, pushing his arms down on his lap.
Bakugou wanted to protest but knew you’d just scold him so he kept his mouth shut figuratively, parting his lips and letting you feed him. Just like your cooking in general, the soup was delicious, warm, comforting, flavorful, and exactly what he needed after being hospitalized for so long.
You continued to feed him spoonfuls of soup, being careful not to spill a drop on the sheets and swiping the underside of the spoon along Bakugou’s bottom lip with each spoonful. When he finished eating, you got up to wring a wet towel, patting the sweat off his face.
And the whole time Bakugou watched you.
“Gimme a kiss,” he mumbled as you set the towel aside.
You glared at him. “You’ve been annoying me. No.”
“C’mon, baby. I’m hurt,” he said, clutching his right arm as if it genuinely hurt that bad.
You rolled your eyes, leaning forward and intending to give him a peck. That is until Bakugou wrapped his left arm around you and pressed your body against his. He kept kissing you, his tongue swiping against your lips. “Kats!” You mumbled against his lips.
He ignored you, slipping his tongue in your mouth and you tried to suppress a moan. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you again.
But you pressed a finger to his mouth, pushing him away. “You can’t be horny like this.”
“Why not?”
“You’re out of your mind.”
“The way you’ve been touchin’ me and takin’ care of me…” Bakugou mumbled, his eyes grazing your body. You were in a baggy shirt and shorts, very simple and very comfortable, and yet Bakugou felt all the blood continue to rush to his crotch. “My dick’s so hard.”
You were appalled to say the least. “C’mon, baby,” Bakugou murmured, his eyes flicking up and down between your eyes and your lips. “Lemme make you feel good.”
“And how on Earth are you gonna do that? You have a broken leg and your arm is in bad shape,” you questioned.
He gave your thigh a squeeze and patted his lap. “Sit on my lap.”
Despite the fact that his words made you squeeze your thighs together, you shook your head and said, “No, Kats. It’s dangerous. You’re already hurt.”
“You sure?” Bakugou questioned to which you nodded. He smirked. “‘Cause I see the way you’re squeezin’ those thighs… You wet?”
Your face burned, getting flustered just as his hand inched up your thighs, his fingers dipping and rubbing your crotch through your shorts. “You are,” Bakugou said with a grin.
“S-Stop it, Katsuki,” you said, embarrassed as you grabbed his wrist.
“You want me to?”
You opened your mouth, wanting to refuse him but you couldn’t deny how flustered you were, your body getting hotter by the second. To be fair it had been a while since you were intimate with your husband.
“Stop overthinkin’ things,” Bakugou said.
“I’m not. Look at you,” you said, gesturing to his injuries.
Bakugou assessed you before wrapping his left arm, his good arm, around your waist and pulling you on his lap. He maneuvered you so you straddled him, his hand squeezing your thigh.
“C’mon, baby,” he said. “You know you deserve a reward. And I got it right here.” He lifted his hips and you gasped when you felt his hard cock press against your clothed core.
You gnawed on the inside of your cheek, assessing him beneath you as his hand continued to grip and stroke your thigh, inching oh so close to between your legs. “Fine,” you said, finally giving in.
Bakugou grinned and you knew he was about to get way too excited so you interjected with, “Only if! You let me do the work.”
A smirk crept up Bakugou’s face. “Oh yeah?”
You nodded your hand, planting your palms flat against his chest. “I mean it, Kats.”
“I got it. Now c’mere,” he said impatiently, taking hold of your arm and pulling you towards him.
You smiled as you leaned down into him, kissing him in what you thought was going to be a slow, sensual kiss. But Bakugou had other plans as he grabbed your ass in his hands, grinding you down onto him so his hardened cock rubbed against you.
You moaned, pulling away from him as you kissed his neck, causing him to groan.
“Wish I could taste this pussy,” Bakugou said with a twinge of hopefulness in his tone.
You sat up, shaking your head. “No. You know the doctor said no moving unless it’s necessary.”
“It’s pretty necessary.”
“Katsuki,” you said as you lifted your hips, slipping your shorts and panties off your legs.
“Damn, you really were soakin’,” he said with a shit eating grin.
“Shut up,” you grumbled, tossing your clothes off the bed and pulling his shorts down, causing his cock to spring up.
“I’ve missed you,” he murmured, watching as you took your shirt off.
“I’ve been here this whole time.”
“I know, but still.”
You smiled at him, leaning back down and kissing him. You reached down between your bodies, wrapping your manicured fingers around his cock and he grunted against your lips as you bobbed your hand up and down.
Squeezing slightly, you applied pressure in the way you knew he liked as his breathing increased. The more you fisted his cock and how it throbbed in your hand, the more desperate Bakugou got.
“Baby–” He moaned. “Let me put it in. Wanna come inside you.”
“Say please,” you said with a coy smile.
“Are you serious?”
“Very.”
You kept his cock in your fist, ceasing your movements to show him just how serious you were. He exhaled before saying, “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Y/N.”
“I said, please what?” You reiterated.
“... Please lemme put my cock in you.”
You smirked. “That’s what I thought.”
You lifted your hips again, holding his dick from the base and lining it up with your entrance before slowly sinking down on him. Both you and Bakugou moaned in unison.
“Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ wet,” Bakugou groaned, his good hand gripping your ass as you slowly ground down into him, his cock rubbing against your plush walls.
“So, me taking care of you turned you on?” You asked, caressing his face as you continued to grind into him. Bakugou nodded. “I love taking care of my baby,” you cooed.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” Bakugou practically growled, moaning as you clenched around his cock.
Then he started to lift his hips up, attempting to thrust up into you but you pushed him down against his chest and did your best to use your hips to pin him back to the bed. “No. I said I’m doing the work,” you said adamantly. “You’ll hurt your leg.”
Bakugou groaned in annoyance and you narrowed your eyes at him. “You keep complaining and I’ll leave.”
“Fine, fine, I’m sorry,” Bakugou grumbled.
You bit back a triumphant smile as you ceased your grinding and started bouncing up and down on him.
“Fuck!” Bakugou cursed, his fingers digging into the plush flesh of your ass.
You threw your head back, moans and whimpers erupting out of you as his cock dug deep inside you. His cockhead nudged at your sweet spot with every one of your movements.
“Feels so good, Kats–” You moaned, your hands flat against his chest.
“I-I know–” He sputtered, closing his eyes as his mouth fell open. “I’m gonna fuckin’ come–”
“Already, Kats?” You cooed in between your breaths. He clenched his jaw, unable to respond through his grunts. “Come inside me–”
Bakugou groaned as you ground into him again, panting as he came and ropes of come painted your insides. You clenched around him, milking every drop as your legs shook and orgasmed with him. You were a sopping mess, leaving him sticky with the combination of both of your arousals.
You panted, lifting yourself up slowly as his cock slipped right out of you and you collapsed on the bed beside him.
Bakugou outstretched his good arm to you and you curled up beside him, planting your cheek on his chest. “I love you,” he murmured, absolutely exhausted.
You smiled, kissing his chest. “Love you, too.”
A few beats of silence passed and just as you were about to drift off to sleep he said, “Lemme put my cock back in you.”
