Katsuki usually dragged his ass home by midnight after a shitty day at the agency or dealing with some extra annoying villains. Today was no fucking exception. You'd be long asleep by then, but his dinner was always waiting in the oven - still warm because you insisted on keeping it fresh instead of letting him nuke some sad leftovers. He'd never admit it, but he loved those little details.
The clock hit 1:28am when he finally slipped inside, quiet because he knew you were knocked out in your shared bed. He scarfed down the food, took a quick scalding shower, and crawled into bed beside you. But of course his mind was still racing - paperwork, press, villains, just people in general being fucking annoying. It happened most days, and you knew the drill. That's why you never minded when he used your sleeping body to take the edge off.
"Fuck…" he muttered, already sliding all the way inside you, making you whimper softly in your sleep.
"Hm.. Katsuki… you're home…" you mumbled, eyes still sealed shut.
"Shh… long fucking day… just let me use you for a bit, yeah?" He lowered himself, forehead pressing against yours, hands framing your head as he braced against the mattress.
"Y-yes… please…" was the last thing you managed before completely relaxing under him.
His kisses were soft against your neck but hungry. He'd been pent up since morning, especially after seeing you in those new pajamas last night - that shit had him frustrated and distracted all day at work. Now he was thrusting fast and desperate, chasing his own release and hoping to come deep inside you.
"F-fuck… just stay still for me." He groaned. "You're doing so fucking good, so perfect." He was already close, and less than six minutes had passed. He never could hold back long when he felt you wrapped so tight around his cock.
"Kats…" you mumbled again, still too sleepy to even focus on his face properly.
"I'm gonna come—" He couldn't even finish before his cock started pumping his hot release inside you, making you leak as soon as he pulled out. He loved that view, but damn it was too dark to see properly.
"Hm.. were you that desperate, Kats?" you asked, already drifting back toward sleep.
after what felt like months, katsuki finally got a day off, so with that being said, he happily had the opportunity to cook, washed a few things before settling down and watch tv.
the silence of his home didn’t last long as he heard the front door break open. now very alert, he quickly got up to investigate but before he could do so he heard his name being called from outside.
confused, he pushes the door wider and looks down at Denki, who looked shaken. just as katsuki was about to yell at him about the door, you suddenly lunge at him, hungry eyes and glowing irises, kissing him all over.
“she got hit by some kind of aphrodisiac quirk! we quickly had to bring her back before she jumped all of us” denki yelled back, nervousness showing in his voice. he got back in the car along with mina, before katsuki spoke back.
“the fuck? how long is she gonna be like that?” he said out of breath, watching you quickly get on your knees, kissing his chest all the way down to his waistband, teary eyes looking up at him, almost as if you were hurt by something.
“dunno, but usually the shock usually lasts about a week, plus she barely understands what happened to her, it’s almost like her mind is clouded?” Mina replied back, eyes avoiding the obvious position that you’re in right now.
katsuki, visibly confused, still doesn’t understand a single thing that has happened for the past 5 minutes.
still, denki and mina wishes him good luck before they drive off, scared they’ll see something they’re not supposed to.
“babe, what’s going on? are you okay?”
“use me, please play with me, i beg you, katsuki i- sir please!”
he paused. “sir? you never called me that before.”
sure, you guys had good sex, some kinks here and there but this? this was new, you were a completely different person, eyes wide open staring at him, completely at his mercy. you were willing to take anything he gives you right there and then.
only, he didn’t know for how long.
you followed him on all fours to the living room as he sat down on the couch. you never did that before, katsuki could not believe it, should he get used to this?
you quickly took his sweatpants off alongside his boxers, so close to freeing his cock from the confines before he stops you. he dryly laughs as you pout.
“what is the matter with you?” he combs his hand through his hair, while his other caresses your cheek.
you try and think rationally, but you feel this hunger inside you grow bigger with each minute that passes. the quirk you got hit with was more powerful than you imagined, therefore made it impossible to communicate properly with him.
you had to suck him off and you had to do it now.
“m'sorry kat, just- i just need you so much, need to have you everyday… all the time!” you babbled, clearly not in your right mind.
katsuki was still shocked at how much you wanted him. he could tell your mind was fogged with need, so he didn’t let you wait any longer. that stupid quirk definitely messed with your thinking but y’know, he wasn’t complaining.
you squealed at his hard cock, irises glowing brighter at the sight. you happily took him in your warm mouth, all worries melting away as you sucked him off.
you grabbed his thighs as you took him deeper, earning a curse from him. tears fell on your cheeks as you thanked him between deep breaths.
that was just the beginning too; god was he about to have a long week.
you just got out of katsuki’s agency, done working for the day. the stress from today’s patrol starts to show in your body, hands slightly trembling.
“you okay?” he asks.
“mhm, just need a little something to calm down.” you replied.
katsuki sighs as you pulled out a box from your hero suit, the smell of cigarettes lingering in the air. “you smokin’ again?”
“sometimes, but not as much anymore.” you replied. “ugh, i forgot my lighter upstairs” you groan, placing the cigarette onto your lips and the box back in your pocket.
“want me to go get it?” he pushes hair out of your face, smirking.
you smiled, taking his hand into yours.
“no, gimme a light.” you stared at his palm.
“what? fuck no, i’m not using my quirk for your stupid cancer stick.”
“katsuki.”
he saw the tiredness on your face, not willing to argue with him, so he gave in. he slightly warmed his palm, a light orange hue casting onto his skin, making the cigarette light up.
you thanked him as you inhaled the smoke, head laying on his shoulder as you walk to his car.
╰ 18+ MDNI. red riot’s unbreakable? we’ll see about THAT when you’re done milking him dry!
“think you can handle one more?”
thick hips plopping down to fuck against kirishima’s rock hard cock, it’s quite the challenge for him to focus on anything other than the leaky rivets of cum pouring out of your slit each time your ass fully lifts off of him, strings of past creampies building up and connecting you to one another.
the room was scorching, pallid walls clouded in thick layers of musky humidity as your sinful noises bled into them. everything down to the friction filled spot where the two of you meet was boiling hot, the smell of piquant sex and salty sweat suffocating the way it wrapped around your bodies, pulse thumpin' whilst you rode him like his cock was your lifeline.
kirishima looks so pretty like this. a writhing mess beneath you, mouth swollen and bottom lip littered with teeth marks from him biting into it hard each time he came inside of you. gelled back bangs lifeless and hanging down on his sticky forehead. perfect.
he bites that same spot again, porcelain teeth piercing into the corners, lip pursing out in a whine, “no—yes! please baby, ‘s a lot but—”
“—but?” you cock your head, halting your movements to grind against him, leaving the bulky man gasping for air.
“but you feel so fucking good!” throwing his head backwards and into the headboard, kirishima grips your hips, encouraging your greedy moments to rut into him, clit throbbing and pulsating when it perfectly catches the tuff of dark hair on his pelvis.
“soooo good!” you’re mumbling, cunt biting down on his shaft, pressing a hand down on his sculpted abs to lift yourself upright, vigorous motions picking back up once more. “jus’ don’t wanna stop yet—one more, one more pleaseeee?”
“whatever you want babydoll,” kirishima stutters out, voice dropping into a guttural tone, fingers kneading your ass like dough, “lookin’ so fucking perfect on top of me, whatever this pussy wants—she gets.”
adjusting yourself, feet planting flat down on either side of his tree trunk thighs, the angle hits just right. strawberry-red tip plump and uncontrollably sobbing in your canal, his cock curves upright, leaky slit dripping its luscious sticky seed past your cervix and prettily pressin’ into your abused g-spot.
throwing your head back, you whine, little moans slipping from gaped lips, “yes! wanna break you eiji!”
“fuckkkk—you’re doing a pretty good job at thaaaat!”
milking his cock ‘til the sun rises and cows come home, you’re unsure how many orgasms you’ve pulled out of him, your own cunt on its nth high of the night somehow showing no signs of stopping, cunt sucking up ever last drop of seed from his balls.
“think you can cum again, red riot?”
how could he say no to that pretty little fucked out face saying his hero name so sinfully in a time like this? pussy grinding around and around on his globular cockhead, letting the tip smush each side of your sensitive walls in search of any crevice left untouched.
not like it could find any.
“shittt—i wanna, but the way you’re squeezin’ my dick, i’m not too sure baby.”
thick webs of cum smeared up and down your insides leaks down his thighs, salty seed uncomfortably drying off in flakes, peeling off his rough skin. there’s not a chance in hell he can come again, let alone fill you any further with seed.
you don’t believe that.
“wrong answer!”
“shit baby, cant you see i’m trying?” he’s sighing, stretching a hand behind his head, “never seen you be so fucking greedy ‘til now.”
kirishima wants to be good for you. ignoring the way you’re snappin’ him practically in half with your tight cunt alone, the pain in his lower groin is powerful enough to knock back even the strongest of mankind, the sheer fortitude to take orgasm after orgasm building into a dizzying array of emotions.
“i’m not greedy! you’re acting weak, like you can’t take it!” clammy plams land flat on his chest, numb thighs maneuvering alongside his to fuck yourself on to him even harder. the pace of your thighs picks up to where it was before, each syllable of praise spilling from your mouth being met with a plop of your cunt downwards.
“you’re unbreakable! s-strong! so strong eijiro!” words slurring and starting to blend in with the sounds of your sopping cunt, you press him deeper down into the sheets, shoulders slacked into the headboard and digging into the mahogany grain, “supposed to sit here like a rock ‘n take it!”
the power you, or—in this case, your cunt has on him intensifies, brows furrowing in determination he surges forward, two hands finding the blades of your shoulders and gripping you into place, fucking his cock up into your cunt.
“fuckkkkk—ima make sure i take it jus’ for you sweets, b-but can you?”
“yes?” you’re questioning before he’s pistoning his cockhead into you at an angle, skin aggressively slapping together as he swabs at your cervix with a force so strong you’re seeing stars, “oh! m-mmmmfh—eijiro!”
“complementing me t’get what you want?” he’s far stronger than you, arms easily throwing your body up and down off his cock as he bucks into you. “you know just how to mess with me baby.”
it’s animalistic. the way kirishima chases his high so agressive makes your stomach churn, eyes fluttering shut once his calloused thumb begins toying at your pretty little pearl, swooshing its folds in a circle motion.
your favorite.
“eijiiiii!” you slur, tongue lolling out your bottom lip with a thick glob of spittle, one kirishima notices and laps at up straight away, pulling you into a hectic kiss.
he’s messy with it, lips smacking together and tongues battling for dominance, you swallow each others warbling moans, the band in your core beginning to feel taught, thighs starting to shake.
the sloshing between your legs grows foamy, a tell tale sign kirishima’s cumming, again. “i—fuckkkkk baby, am i cumming? can’t tell with how fucking wet this pussy is, what’d ya think baby girl?” he’s pulling away, watching the way his next load and cum oozes out of your stretched hole and down to his base.
“i-i don’t k-know—”
“—you don’t? hmm-let’s see,” he’s cutting you off, pointer finger joining his thumb to place a rough pinch to your clit and smiling once he sees your face jolt in pleasure.
breathless and silent you’re cumming, pin pricks shooting down your achy calves as kirishima forces you to ride it out. body lying limp on top of him, he grinds himself into your slit, pussy throbbing as it clenches to suck up every last ounce of milky seed he’s poured inside of you.
panting, your achy torso falls into his chest, cheek squishing against his taut peck, salty sweet swiping over your bottom lip.
kirishima allows it, tumbling into the messy array of pillows behind his crimson hair to grip you tight, lips pressing to the top of your sweat coated hairline.
just when he thinks you’re done and he can finally relax, your cunt clenches one, twice, hips stuttering on his softening shaft like a hand on a stick shift, lips slurring.
“just one moreee, please? gotta get you stronger, don’t we?”
he runs a palm down the side of his flushed cheek, voice hoarse, “baby, my balls—you drained ‘em already, i’m sure you’ve got me shooting blanks by now.”
“come on!” your head pops up, lips twisting into a tiny smirk that can only mean one thing. “don’t you trust me?”
“no baby. i don’t.”
a/n: yes yes another kiri riding fic sue me! im a cat making biscuits in his lap :3
Katsuki Bakugo with an inexperienced girlfriend
MDNI, suggestive
Katsuki with an inexperienced girlfriend. He think she’s the sweetest thing ever and he didn’t even think twice on respecting her boundaries and understanding her situation. In fact, he wants to wait a while, maybe until you guys get to your first of dating before he really tries something but sometimes you’re just so unknowingly needy.
You’ve been feeling weird since the afternoon. you don’t know how it started, you were simply watching Katsuki spar with Eijirou and this weird feeling down by your stomach started to develop. You tried to drink some medicine, use a hot compress, even tried distracting yourself with your own work but the feeling only got worse.
Eventually you couldn’t handle it anymore.
It was a little past dinner when you called him.
The phone rings twice before he picks up.
“Hey doll.” Katsuki greets. Hearing his voice has the feeling in your stomach intensify and you couldn’t help but pinch your eyebrows together.
“Suki? Need your help.” You mumbled, turning over in bed.
You hear some shuffling on the other side of the call before he replies, “What’s wrong?”
“… My tummy feels weird.”
“What kinda weird baby?”
You try to explain the weird feeling as best as you can. Like a heat in your tummy that just won’t go away. Katsuki hums over the line as he listens patiently. Taking in every word.
“Mmm… Can you check something f’me doll?”
You nod your head before you realize your boyfriend can’t see you, “Yeah, I can.”
“Check if your panties are wet.” Katsuki mumbled.
“I didn’t pee myself ‘Suki.” You grumbled, cheeks flushing red from the sheer embarrassment of not just the situation but at what Katsuki was implying.
“I know baby, but just check f’me me alright? Bring your hand down and press against your panties and tell me if it’s wet.”
You do as he says and to your surprise, your panties are indeed wet. Overwhelmingly so that when you bring your hand back up there’s a bit of moisture on your fingertips.
“S’wet.” You mumbled into the phone shyly.
Katsuki hums and you can imagine him nodding his head in the way he does whenever he’s deep in thought.
“Wan’ me to come over ‘n fix it for ya?” Katsuki asked, voice low, “I can make that weird feeling go away baby.”
summary: mechanic bakugo fixing bimbo!readers sink but having a date in the process | a/n: bimbo reader writing isn't rlly my forte, sorry if this is ass. also was informed mechanics fix cars…sigh bakugo as a mechanic fixes sinks too idc be creative!
bakugou shows up at your door with his usual expression stern, grumpy, and already annoyed at the world. grease stains on his hands, tool bag slung over his shoulder, hair a mess from working all day in the shop.
he barely looks up when he steps inside. “sink’s in the kitchen, yeah?”
you nod eagerly, twirling a strand of hair. “mhm! it’s being sooo weird.”
he grunts, already crouching under the sink, tools clinking as he gets to work. normally he’d finish a job like this in ten minutes flat. no talking, no lingering, no nonsense.
but then you kneel beside him, head tilted, lips glossy, eyes wide and curious.
“you’re sooo good at this,” you say, voice sweet and airy.
bakugou freezes.
he clears his throat, pretending to tighten a bolt that was already tight. “yeah. well. it’s my job.”
you smile at him, a sight so devastatingly pretty, and bakugou feels his ears go hot. he’s suddenly very aware of how close you are, how good you smell, how your knee is brushing his.
“is it hard?” you ask, leaning closer.
bakugou’s brain short‑circuits. “uh-- the sink? no. i mean, it can be. sometimes. depends.”
you giggle softly. “you’re so smart.”
he drops his wrench.
"it’s nothin’,” he mutters, grabbing it again way too fast. “just… basic plumbing.”
but he doesn’t go back to working. instead he asks, “uh… how long’s it been broken?”
you blink. “oh! um… since yesterday?”
he nods like that’s important information. it’s not. he’s stalling.
“did it make any weird noises?”
“like… gurgly ones?”
“yeah. gurgly.” he repeats it like it’s a technical term.
you nod enthusiastically. “yup! superrr gurgly.”
bakugou nods again, pretending to think deeply. he’s not. he’s just staring at your face when you’re not looking.
“right. yeah. that helps.”
it doesn’t. like at all.
you smile again, and bakugou’s heart does something stupid in his chest.
he clears his throat. “uh… you got any other stuff around the house that needs fixin’?”
you tilt your head. “oh! um… i don’t think so?”
bakugou looks genuinely disappointed.
“you sure?” he asks, voice a little too hopeful.
you giggle. “you’re sweet. i thought you were supposed to be grumpy.”
bakugou’s ears go red. “i’m not-- sweet. i’m workin’.”
you lean closer, lips glossy and eyes sparkling. “you’re sweet to me.”
bakugou’s brain stops working entirely. he mutters something under his breath, grabs his wrench again, and pretends to tighten the same bolt for the third time.
“sink’s… uh… almost done,” he says, even though it’s been done for ten minutes.
you just smile at him, thinking it’s adorable.
you watch him finish tightening the last bolt, for real this time and he finally sits back on his heels, wiping his hands on a rag. he looks annoyingly handsome doing it, jaw prominent, arms flexing, eyes focused.
“okay,” he mutters, “sink’s good now.”
you lean against the counter, twirling your hair. “but… what if it breaks again?”
he looks at you, then at the sink, then back at you. he clears his throat, pretending to think.
“well… uh… you could call the company again,” he says, voice gruff.
you nod slowly. “right… the company…”
he hesitates.
then he reaches into his pocket, pulls out his phone, and starts typing something with way too much intensity for a man who fixes sinks for a living.
he hands you a contact. not the company number. his number.
“here,” he says, avoiding your eyes like it physically pains him. “if it breaks again… call me. directly.”
you blink. “you’re giving me your number?”
bakugou scoffs, ears going red. “don’t make it weird. it’s just-- faster. i’ll get here quicker than those other idiots.”
you smile, bright and sweet, and bakugou looks away immediately, pretending to check the pipes again even though he’s done.
“thank you, katsuki,” you say softly reading his name tag.
he grunts. “yeah. whatever.”
you step closer, leaning in just a little. “so… if anything breaks… i call you?”
bakugou nods, still refusing to look at you. “yeah. anything.”
you giggle. “even if it’s, like… my lightbulb?”
“i’ll fix your damn lightbulb,” he replies frankly, missing your humour.
“and if i just wanna talk?”
he opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again, “yeah. you can call me for that too.”
you beam, certain that in mechanic world this surely means to be interested in a girl.
bakugou stands up way too fast, grabbing his tool bag like he needs to escape before he melts into a puddle on your kitchen floor.
“sink’s good,” he says again, voice hoarse. “don’t… don’t hesitate to call.”
you nod, clutching your phone with his number glowing on the screen.
bakugou steps toward the door, then pauses.
“and… uh…” he adds quietly, “don’t give that number to anyone else.”
you grin. “why not?”
his ears go bright red. “just don’t.”
he leaves before you can tease him more, muttering under his breath the whole way to his truck.and you stand there smiling, already knowing you’re going to call him again, even if nothing breaks.
summary: You teased him during a video game, so he ties your wrists to the bedpost and uses a vibrator on you for hours. Doesn't let you cum until you're crying, then makes you cum three more times after that until you're a shaking, babbling mess.
Katsuki was addicted to his games. He had been aggressively pushing the buttons of his controller while screaming at his friends, Kirishima and Kaminari as they were playing video games over a call.
You were at your boyfriend's apartment to spend time with him but his focus had been elsewhere. Frankly, you were bored — and horny. So you decided to get Katsuki's attention by messing with him.
You bent over the back of his couch, your delicate and soft breasts dangling in his face. Only for him to lightly push you to the side and remark, "baby, i can't see," and quickly went back to his games.
Your second attempt included sitting in his lap. Your back was against his rock solid chest, and you were sitting right on top of his hardening dick. This action brought a slight blush to his face — your plan was working. "what the fuck are you doing?" Katsuki brought his arm around your waist and holding his controller once more, his face was visibily flustered as his game performance was slowly declining.
"I'm just tryna see the screen..." You playfully remarked. You both know deep down that's not the real reason you're doing this. You start to slowly move around in his lap, intentionally grinding your clothed core against his hard member. This was his breaking point.
A slight grunt emerged from Katsuki's mouth— and his fingers that were controlling his controller, twitched — causing him to miss a target in the game. "Yo Bakugo, you good man?" Kirishima asked. It was unusual for Bakugo to be messing up and even more unusual for him not to be screaming about it.
"You got a fuckin' death wish or are you just desperate for my attention?" Your boyfriend quietly says to you. He grabs your wrist, pulling you to face him in his lap. Your legs are on either side of his waist and your arms on his shoulders — God this couldn't get any better for him. You try your best to hide your smirk as this was exactly what you wanted.
"I'm tryna be fucking nice, but you keep rubbing up on me like a little bitch in heat." Your hands travel to behind his neck as you lightly grasp at his baby hairs, looking deep into his eyes. "Maybe that's what i wanted."
Katsuki abruptly stands up with you in his arms and your legs around his waist. You yelp as you didn't expect the sudden movement, but is paired with giggles. "Extras, im loggin off." He says quickly as an effort to get to ravaging you as quick as possible.
He carried you to his bedroom and drops you onto his bed — your hair is all over the place and your tank top is drooping down to slightly expose your breasts.
He goes over to the side of his room, rummaging through his hero gear. "What are you getting, babe?" You ask slightly confused. What sort of hero gear would help you in your shared sex fantasies — but then again, he's one kinky guy.
"Getting this" The tone in his voice had a hint of confidence and almost smugness as he pulled out a long black strip of fabric.
Katsuki approaches the bed with that familiar swagger, but when his fingers brush your wrist to position it, you feel the tremor there — just barely, just enough to betray how badly he's been wanting this. He clears his throat, rough and low.
"Arms up," he commands.
You obey, stretching your arms toward the headboard. He wraps the thick black fabric around your wrists — once, twice, tight enough to hold but not hurt — and secures the ends to his bedframe with practiced efficiency.
"Too fucking pretty," he mutters, almost to himself. His eyes track from your bound wrists down to your exposed collarbone, the swell of your breasts, the way your breathing has gone shallow. He stands there for a moment, just staring, his jaw working like he's trying to keep himself in check. "No idea what you do to me. Drives me fucking insane."
He turns abruptly, moving to his bedside drawer. You hear rummaging, then the heavy sound of something being set on the nightstand. When he turns back, he's holding a sleek black wand, cord trailing behind it, and a bottle of lube. "Where'd you find that?" You laughed.
"Saw this online," he says, not meeting your eyes as he plugs it into the wall. "Thought it was excessive." He finally looks at you, and his expression makes your stomach flip — hungry, desperate, barely restrained. "Guess we're finding out."
He climbs onto the bed, prowling up your body until he's kneeling between your spread legs. He doesn't touch you yet. Just holds the wand where you can see it, clicks it on. The low buzz fills the room.
"Beg for it," he says, voice dropping to something dangerous. "Show me how desperate you actually are."
"Please," you whisper — perfectly happy to oblige as your pussy is throbbing for him.
"Please what?" He drags the vibrator down your stomach, hovering it over your tank top, not quite touching. "Use your words."
"Touch me. Please, Katsuki."
He smirks, and he finally presses the toy against you — over your clothes at first, the fabric damp already from how worked up you are. The sensation hits like electricity, and you cry out, back bowing off the bed against the restraints.
"Fuck," he breathes, watching you writhe. "Look at you. All that bravado and now you're—" he cuts himself off, grinding his jaw, his free hand coming to grip your hip hard enough to bruise. "Been thinking about this. About you like this. Can't focus for shit when you're around."
He keeps the pressure steady, not moving, letting the vibration build. You're getting close fast — too fast — your hips chasing the friction helplessly. He knows. He can feel it in the way you're trembling.
Right before you tip over, he pulls it away.
A whine tears out of your throat — pathetic, broken. He laughs, low and cruel, but his eyes are blown wide, his own hips grinding down against the mattress like he can't help himself.
"Nuh-uh. Not yet." He adjusts himself in his sweatpants, obvious and unashamed. "You don't get to cum until I say. And I'm not fucking saying."
He does it again. Brings you to the edge with the wand pressed hard against your clothed core, his mouth finding your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point — then stops. Lets you hang there, shaking, tears pricking your eyes.
"Katsuki, please—" you're babbling now, lost to it, "I'm sorry, I'll be good, please—"
"Sorry isn't gonna cut it." But his voice is hoarse, wrecked. He wants to give in. He yanks your tank top up, shoves it above your breasts, and you feel the air on your skin before his mouth closes over your nipple — hot, wet, sucking hard. The wand presses directly against your underwear now, no barrier, and you scream into the pillow.
"Fuck, look at you," he's muttering against your skin, more to himself than you, "so fucking pretty like this, all mine, taking it so good—" He's grinding against your leg now, rutting against you while he works you over with the toy, his sweatpants still on but you can feel how hard he is, how much he needs this.
You're crying now — actual tears, overwhelmed, the pleasure bordering on pain. He sees it, tracks a tear down your cheek with his thumb, and something in his expression shifts. Softens. Goes almost tender, desperate.
"There it is," he whispers, wrecked. "That's my girl. Cum for me. Right now."
He presses harder, angles the vibe just right, and you detonate — back arching, vision whiting out, his name tearing out of your throat in a ragged scream. He watches you the whole time, unblinking, drinking in every spasm, every shudder.
"That was one," he says, and keeps the vibe on your oversensitive clit.
"Katsuki—no—" you're trying to squirm away, wrists pulling against the fabric, but he's got you pinned with his thighs, his hand on your hip holding you down.
"Three more," he commands, voice rough. "Count them."
The second orgasm hits fast — too fast, almost painful, your body jerking against the restraints. "Two," you gasp out, and he makes this sound — low, guttural, like you're killing him.
"Again."
He draws out the third one, cruel now, edging you again just to watch you beg. You're delirious, barely coherent, just making sounds — whimpers and moans and broken versions of his name. When you finally cum, it's wet, messy, your thighs shaking so hard the bedframe rattles.
"Three," you sob.
"One more," he breathes, and he sounds broken now too, control hanging by a thread. "Give me one more, baby. Be my good girl."
The fourth one breaks you. You cum so hard you see stars, your voice giving out, just silent tears and open-mouthed gasps. He finally tosses the vibe aside, shoves his sweatpants down in one rough motion, and slams into you in one thrust — no warning, no hesitation, filling you completely.
You feel him shake — actually shake — as he bottoms out, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. "Fuck, fuck, you're so tight, so perfect, been thinking about this—" He's rutting into you now, hard and deep and uncontrolled, the bed slamming against the wall. "Can't—fucking—hold it—"
He grabs a fistful of your hair at the base of your skull, yanks your head back to expose your throat, and bites down hard — claiming, marking — as he spills inside you with a groan that sounds torn out of him, hips stuttering, his whole body going rigid.
He collapses on top of you for a second, breathing hard, then immediately pushes himself up — unties your wrists with trembling fingers, massages the marks, presses gentle kisses to the red lines the fabric left behind.
"Okay?" he asks, voice soft now, stripped of all the dominance.
You can't answer. Just nod, weakly, still twitching.
He smirks, but it's fond, satisfied. He draws you into his chest, wraps his arms around you, tangles his legs with yours. "Yeah. That's what I thought." A pause. His hand traces lazy patterns on your hip. "Do it again tomorrow. I fucking dare you."
The half eaten crumbs from your ninth cookie line your desk like a direct challenge. Bakugous rapid fire texts still echo from the glowing screen of your phone, but a deal was a deal. Exactly fifteen minutes later, and email arrives to your inbox ‘Draft_DONTTOUCH’ as the title. A few moments later, your phone rings ‘Bakugou unfortunately’ flashing with every buzz.
You brace yourself for his wrath, but answer. “If this is about the cookies-.”
“Shut up and listen.” His voice explodes through the speaker, though it seemed to lack the fury and anger from his texts. “I read that trash. Exactly what I’d expect from someone who lacks impulse control. The pacing is a disaster, the protagonist seems to have pebbles rattling where his brain should be, and the dialog sounds like a robot whose coding was never completed. Did you even reread it before you hit send?”
You blink, leaned back in our chair as the sting from his critique mends with a surprising sense of relief. At least it wasn’t about the cookies.
“Wow, um. Hello to you too? Did you even read the whole thing? It’s only been a fe-.”
“Of course I read the whole thing. I don’t half ass shit that’s worth half my grade.” Bakugou snaps. But then his tone shifts, an almost entirely new cadence that felt almost.. comforting? “The plot twist in the middle, the betrayal- it has potential. But you dragged it out too long. And the fluff in between? Cut it out, and make the main character stand up for themselves. What a push over.”
You scribble down notes, a small smile on your lips.
“Annoying but constructive. Wanna hear what I thought of yours?”
“Like your opinion matters.” He’s back to his usual self. You can hear pages turning on his end. Then after a quiet sigh of surrender. “Go on.”
“Your word building is actually pretty decent.” You hum, your eyes skimming his email again. “The plots predictable but decently written. You’ve clearly spent more time caring about this than you’d probably want people to believe.”
The line is quiet for a few beats, you wonder if maybe you pushed the ‘Egotistical Wacko’ too far. Maybe trying to peel back a layer of his thick skin to see if he’s human underneath it wasn’t the best move.
“A lot of nerve from someone who ate 8 of my cookies in 30 minutes only to turn around and call them disgusting.” His voice is dangerously low, almost a pur. “Bet you didn’t leave a crumb.”
“I called them disgusting because you’re a dick.” You laugh, the anxiety of the phone call finally leaving your shoulders. “They were really good, okay? Izuku is truly a saint for bringing me some. Even if they apparently weren’t his to give.”
“He was my test dummy. But I guess he passed that title to you, sweetheart.” Your breath hitches slightly at the sudden drop of his tone mixed with the smooth curl of the nickname from his texts. “So don’t block me like you did the idiot and I’ll let you try the next batch.”
“Well, you’re not blocked and have my number.” You try to sound casual, unfazed as your dry throat betrays you.
“Yeah, and I plan on using it.”
Click
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I copied from my notes app I hope it didn’t mess up 😅
The bass from the stage was enough to rattle the ice cubes in your overpriced, tacky themed drink. Denki, as true to his word as ever, practically screamed over the band as another upbeat cover echos around you.
“Dudes got talent from the gods.” He practically yells as the guitarist finishes a solo. “His fingers move so fast I bet he’d be a killer receptionist.”
Jiros eyes roll in sync with yours, moving her drink to her lips. “His tempos too fast, the drummer can hardly keep up. But.. since Shinso isn’t used to playing in front of crowds I suppose I’ll let it slide.” Her gaze then shifts to you, uninterested in the music, as she smiles softly. “So, you need to scream out some embarrassment, huh?”
You groan, dropping your head to the table dramatically. “Please don’t remind me. I literally told Katsuki Bakugou to have an awful night. He’s known for his temper, you know? He’ll for sure yell at me if he ever finds out who I am.”
“I mean.. to be fair, Bakugo does also have a black bag.” Denki shrugs, using the time between songs to chime into the conversation. “You told Sero the nerd had a black bag, it’s a valid mistake man.”
“Why is everyone so focused on the bag?!” The exasperation in your tone pulls a small snort from Jiro, but the glare you send after causes her to look away. “I just hope he actually blocks me and Tape brain doesn’t open his mouth.”
“Speak of the devil.” Jiro nods toward the entrance. Sero walks in, waving happily at Denki who waves just as enthusiastically. “And make it double.”
Behind Sero, looking unpleasantly irritated, was Katsuki Bakugo. Your heart violently thrashes against your chest as you reach to pull up the hood of your jacket. Maybe if you press far enough into the seat, neither of them would notice.
Bakugos hands shove into his pockets, eyes sweeping over the obnoxious crowed as Sero leads him between the bouncing bodies and straight toward your table. He’s dressed in a slouched hoodie and sweat pants, his blonde hair spiked in every direction, looking just as aggressive as his texts implied.
“Yo, my favorite couple and their training wheel.” Sero grins, sliding in beside you. Bakugo following suit. “Sorry I’m late, this guy had to clear a sweat lobby before we came.”
“It’s third wheel, dip shit.” Bakugous voice growls, but you can’t focus on anything accept avoiding eye contact. “And I told you not to drag me out for some lame ass cover band.”
“They’re actually awesome, man! Listen!” Denki cups his ear, dramatically listening to the song. “Anyway, this is y/n. You’ve probably seen her with Tape-y mc dumb ass on campus.”
His eyes move to yours, uninterested unlike your wide eyes. For one terrifying second, you freeze, worried he could read your text logs by just looking at you. A second later, you can breathe again, his eyes leaving your general area as if they hadn’t even seen you in the first place. The relief doesn’t last long, because he takes a longer, more cautious glance at your appearance. There’s a brief flicker of annoyance behind his red eyes, but thankfully no recognition.
To him, you were just another faceless extra in a sea of people he was vaguely familiar with.
“Oh, yeah.” Sero laughs. “Totally cleared up the ‘Nerd Boy’ thing with Kirishima. We both got a laugh out of it”
You freeze again. This time, ice running down your spine. Sero doesn’t seem to notice the look of irritated terror that finds home on your red face.
Right on cue, Bakugos phone vibrates. The vibration giving him the opportunity to casually check his messages.. even the ones from earlier. You watch in slow motion as his eyebrows twitch ever so slightly as a displeased scowl joins the reaction.
“The hell..?” Bakugous voice growls, staring intensely at his screen. His fingers tap with unnecessary force, his jaw tight.
Your hands under the table move quick, powering off your phone before the text you were certain he was sending could be sent. You can see him watching for a reaction from the corner of your eyes, but you say nothing, sipping your drink as if you weren’t about to combust. Then, after the longest few seconds of your life, he shoves his own phone away, seemingly accepting you weren’t the ‘Desperate and annoying fan girl’ he’d complained to his live stream just an hour prior.
But that would all change soon.
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Uhm.. so hey..
I know I took the world’s longest hiatus after I was hacked. But I had too much going on and too much anxiety to upload. But I missed writing, and this account, so I decided to start uploading again. But I won’t be sharing my personal life at all anymore. I’m sorry to the friends I’d made I had ghosted, someone had somehow gotten my personal phone number and it terrified me. Which is why I’d taken so much time away from this account 😅 plz be kind and I’m sorry 😭
even if he didn't show it, bakugo was thrilled to finally let you into his home.
you had been together for nearly two years at this point and your lease for your own place was ending, so why not move in with him? you were shocked when he proposed the idea, but agreed after barely a second thought. you loved him, he loved you...you spent most night's at bakugo's place anyway so there really wouldn't be a difference, would there?
you already had so much of your stuff there! a whole cabinet of snacks in his kitchen and a drawer of your things in the bathroom. whenever bakugo does the laundry, most of his basket consists of your clothes instead of his. and that stupid fluffy blanket you left draped over the couch? his friend's laughed at it when the two of you got together because it was very much not 'bakugocore'...whatever the hell that meant.
one evening after coming home from a particularly rough patrol, bakugo barely took off his boots before some ridiculously sweet smell filled his nose. he could immediately tell you were lighting a candle, but looked up to see his place more...decorated.
"what the hell...?" he grumbled under his breath, stumbling further into his apartment.
a purple rug now sat under under the coffee table. a framed photo of the two of you from your first anniversary dinner hanging above the dining room table in a spot where he said we would put a clock -to which he never did.
some of your knick knacks he remembered seeing in your room arranged cutely on the tv-stand. in addition to that blanket you left on his couch all that time ago sat three new throw pillows.
'hey..." bakugo kissed your cheek as you sat hunched over the dining room table, sorting through some papers. work related? lease related? he had no clue nor did he care much for it anyway. "i see you were busy getting cozy."
you nodded with a soft smile at him. "mhm. i've always told you your place looked so dull. look how much more colourful it is now! i also got you a new spice rack because you were complaining non-stop about the old one."
shifting to sit beside you, bakugo leaned his arm against the table to rest his chin in his palm. damn, he could get used to this. coming home and the first thing he sees is you...amazing view, really. "yeah, guess it is. but you didn't need to, i could have fixed it no problem."
"but you didn't!" you sing-songed to him and boy, did his heart melt. "oh, i found this fantastic side table on sale quite close from facebook market place. can we go visit the seller and pick it up tomorrow? i think it will look great next to that new lamp that came in the other day."
"yeah, anything you want," he nodded. and bakugo meant it. his apartment was now as much yours and it was his. and for the first time, bakugo truly felt at home in his own apartment.
Summary: Private relationship! Bakugo grows jealous when you’re shipped with his former classmate, Hanta Sero.
Bakugo sat at the kitchen table like he did every morning, eating his six eggs and drinking his coffee with the news playing silently on the TV. He didn’t want to wake you, of course. This morning, though, he ate with a deep frown and muttered curses under his breath.
He had already rewatched the scene on the TV three times. This time, he turned the volume up slightly.
“Thanks to their perfect teamwork, this rescue was completed quickly and efficiently. Cellophane and y/h/n have our respect,” said the commentator.
The news channel showed a clip of the rescue, then another—his old classmate Sero wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you both up onto a platform with his tape.
Bakugo sat with one hand clenched into a fist, knuckles white, and his phone in the other to opened Twitter. (As if he wanted to make himself even angrier).
Herolover2343: they make such a cute couple OMGOMGOMG
Cellophaneobsessed420: the hand placement… I have nothing appropriate to say
Dynamightcelloicyhot: AHHHH new couple alert 🚨
He squeezed his phone tightly, close to shattering it in his grip.
He was interrupted by the soft pattering of your clammy feet against the floor.
He shut his phone quickly. He was far too upset to talk about this. Instead, he leaned down, kissed you briefly, and muttered that he was going to be late.
“Hey! Don’t you start at nine?” you asked, confused and still half-asleep.
“Somethin’ at the agency. See ya later,” he said dryly…and that was it.
You stood there alone and disoriented, before texting him a few minutes later.
Love you, have a good day 🩷
———
Bakugo’s mood was set for the rest of the day. He snapped at his assistant without meaning to and even flat-out refused an interview, something that only happened when he was on edge.
On the way home, he glanced at your text from that morning again.
He scoffed quietly and locked his phone, jaw tight.
It wasn’t anyone’s fault but his own that your relationship wasn’t public yet. He liked the privacy—no cameras, no opinions, no bullshit. But this… this was the downside. Watching people speculate. Watching him touch you like that while the world cheered.
By the time he got home, the apartment was dim and quiet. You were curled up on the couch, scrolling on your phone, hair still a little messy from a patrolling shift. You looked up when you heard the door.
“Hey,” you smiled. “You’re late.”
“Tch.” He kicked off his shoes harder than necessary and dropped his bag by the door. “Yeah.”
You watched him for a moment, sensing it immediately. The stiff shoulders. The way he wouldn’t look at you.
“…You okay?” you asked gently.
He shrugged. “I’m fine.”
A lie. A bad one.
You stood and crossed the room, stopping just short of touching him. “You’ve been weird all day and you didn’t answer my text.”
“That’s ‘cause I was busy,” he snapped, then immediately clicked his tongue. “—I’m sorry.”
Silence stretched between you.
You tilted your head. “Katsuki.”
He exhaled sharply through his nose, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t—” He stopped. His jaw clenched. “I don’t know how to say this shit without soundin’ like an idiot.”
You stepped closer this time, placing a hand on his arm. “I never think you’re an idiot. C’mon.”
He looked down at your hand resting on his arm, it grounded him.
“…I saw the news today,” he muttered.
Your expression softened. “Okay.”
He looked up at you, studying your face. You seemed completely unaware of the footage that had been taken.
“And those comments,” he continued, voice low and rough. “Everyone actin’ like you’re with Sero because of a dumbass mission. Like I don’t even exist.”
You opened your mouth to reassure him, but he spoke again, faster now, words tumbling out like he was afraid he’d lose the nerve.
“I know I’m the one who wanted to keep things quiet. I know that. But seein’ that crap—seein’ him touch you and people eat it up—” He cut himself off, fists clenched at his sides. “It pissed me off.”
You searched his face. “Are you… mad at me?”
“What? No!” he snapped instantly, then softened. “Never at you.” He took a breath.
“…I just—” His voice dropped. “I don’t like feelin’ like I gotta pretend you’re not mine.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
He finally met your eyes, red gaze intense and honest.
“I wanna go public,” he said, blunt but uncertain. “I want people to know you’re with me. That we’re together. I don’t care what that brings anymore.” And after a second he added, “If you’re okay with that.”
You stared at him for a second, then smiled slowly. “You’re sure?”
“Tch. I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t.” He looked away, ears faintly red. “Just… didn’t know how to bring it up without soundin’ jealous or possessive.”
You laughed softly and wrapped your arms around him. “You do sound alittle jealous,” you teased. “But I like it.”
“Shut up,” he muttered, but his arms came around you anyway, pulling you close. “Only ‘cause I care.”
thinking about being shared by kirishima and bakugou…
eiji at your head, languidly thrusting into your mouth, wiping at the drool pooling at the corners of your lips. he’s got one hand in your hair, pushing you up and down on his deliciously thick cock, hitting the back of your throat each time.
meanwhile katsuki is hitting it from the back, hands gripping your ass cheeks, slapping them every once in a while to see them ripple. his cock pumping in and out of you at a steady speed, matching kirishima’s thrusts so that they’re moving in a sawing motion.
you feel so overcome with pleasure. kiri is absolutely whispering praise to you while kats is degrading the shit out of you, calling you a dirty slut for enjoying taking the both of them while kiri is petting your hair and murmuring about how you’re “such a good girl” for them, taking both their fat cocks so well.
and ofc since they’re best friends they cum in sync and the feeling of their hot seed filling both your pussy and throat at the same time is enough to push you over the edge too.
summary: when you’re unable to sleep for the third night in a row, katsuki notices— and takes matters into his own hands.
( OR: your boyfriend fucks you to sleep. )
content: comfort / fluff + SMUT - mdni ! pro-hero!bkg. established relationship. domestic intimacy. implied insomniac!reader — can be read as simply having issues with sleep. some banter. clear consent. soft kissing. slight marking / hickeys. pet names (baby). breast play. spit (on ur clit). dedicated pussy eating. fingering. self doubt/insecurity + praise/reassurance. finger sucking. missionary to mating press. "i love you" during sex. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. cum eating. aftercare. emotional & soft smut with feelings, bkg is very much in love !!! and he doesn’t cum but he dgaf this is abt u. quite some built up before the smut lmao. wc: 6.2k.
note: thinking back to the days i would literally Not Sleep 🚬🚬 also this to me is veery soft dom bkg i like dat ^_^
masterlist. | fic based on this request ! ( thank u anon!! )
The glow of your phone was soft against the tired lines of your face. You scrolled through your feed mindlessly, dry eyes fixed onto the screen, barely lingering on anything for longer than a few seconds.
Dull frustration sat heavy under your skin.
You couldn’t sleep. Again. And it wasn't for a lack of trying.
You'd taken the medicine, made your attempts— many attempts. Setting your phone down, squeezing your eyes shut, wishing desperately for a soft, peaceful slumber to come find you.
But it never did.
So, you did what you had done the two nights before this: distracted yourself. Doomscrolled well into the hours of the early morning, when the faint, first rays of the sun filtered through your curtains and you could finally get up and not have to pretend anymore.
It was all you could do, really.
Your weighted gaze dragged over to the time in the top right corner. The bold numbers 3:24 stared back at you like a taunt. You exhaled quietly, temples throbbing.
You should stop.
You should’ve stopped hours ago.
But before you could berate yourself any further, a high-pitched squeak tore through the stillness of the room.
You clutched your phone over your chest in an instant breath caught dead in your throat as the mattress creaked. Your pulse hammered in your ears as the sheets rustled behind you, a tell-tale sign of your boyfriend shifting in his sleep.
With a grunt, Katsuki threw a heavy arm over your waist, turning so that his bare chest was pressed up against your back. The warmth from his skin seeped in through your shirt. He was all encompassing, enveloping you in his dizzying heat.
Swallowing, you prayed silently that you hadn't woken him.
He let out a sigh, the soft sound muffled into the nape of your neck.
You remained as still as you could, fighting to not squirm.
A beat passed, then another.
Your insides melted with quiet relief when he didn't stir, when the rise and fall of his lungs fell in sync with yours— his body giving no indication that he was awake.
With a quiet breath you picked up your phone again, going back to what you what had busied yourself with before he chose to get all cuddly. But when the brightness of the screen decided to assault you, your heart dropped to your stomach, that relief dying in an instant.
You grimaced at the light, fumbling to quickly get it back down to the lowest setting. It had been all the way down this whole time! You must've misclicked, or—
"You're a shitty fuckin' actor."
You could've swore your soul left your fucking body at the gravelly voice against your ear.
"What the fu—"
You didn't get a chance to finish. Katsuki was already reaching over you, guiding your hand with his to set your phone facedown on your nightstand before bringing it back over your middle, rough palm holding your hand over your stomach.
Your shoulders were wound tight as he spoke; voice tired, gruff as always. But, strangely, he sounded calm.
"Third night in a row. You're not sleeping right."
It was less of an accusation, more of a statement.
He gave it to you plainly, straight and simple. But you thought you had been discreet, the mere feeling of being caught was enough to have you opening your mouth, readying your defense, but his next words had it snapping back shut.
"And don't you fucking lie to me 'bout it."
You bit the inside of your lower lip, running over how you could possibly explain yourself without sounding pathetic.
The last few nights had been much the same: restless, spent tossing and turning.
Even when you did manage to fall asleep on the first try, you'd wake up at odd hours, left to stare at the ceiling with burning eyes, unable to quiet your mind, which was simultaneously ever-racing and absolutely empty.
When you thought about it too long, the corners of your eyes pricked. A quiet, defeated ache twisted in your chest.
You didn't want to cry, not over something so menial, so stupid. Not now, not with him watching— expecting an answer from you.
You swallowed back the lump building up in your throat, feeling the slow brush of his thumb over your knuckles.
"Not sleepy."
It came out tight, quiet. Like you were afraid that if you spoke too loud, your fragile attempt at keeping all of that built up frustration inside would fall apart.
You wanted him to give it up, let you be for once. But Katsuki Bakugou was nothing if not stubborn.
With a rumbling sigh, he rolled you onto your back, reaching an arm over you to pull at the chain of your bedside lamp.
You groaned at the sudden light washing over your bedroom, tugging your blanket up over the bottom half of your face as if it could protect you.
Annoyed, you zeroed your squinted eyes onto him, but that angry furrow between your brows weakened as you took in the image of him propped up on one elbow to look down at you.
The warm, honeyed lamp-light caught the ends of his mess of blond hair. It was unrulier than usual, sticking up in odd directions from sleep.
He was still tired— blinking slowly, as if his eyelids were too heavy. The usual harsh lines of his face looked almost uncharacteristically soft, but his gaze was weighted with something unspoken.
Guilt twisted inside your chest.
He was awake because of you. On a work night.
You looked away when he finally spoke up again.
"It's 3 AM. Don't bullshit with me."
"I'm not bullshitting, Katsuki," you reasoned, wishing you could just sink back into the mattress and not have to deal with this. "I'm… this just happens sometimes. Go back to sleep."
You tried to turn your head the other way, but he caught you by the cheek, pushed your face towards him with a firm hand to make you look at him again.
His jaw was clenched tight as he focused in on your face, took in your sunken eyes, the quiet exhaustion dampening your expression.
You knew he hated when you got like this, all dismissive and stubborn, a mirror of him.
"Don't do that shit." He bit out, his brand of harsh concern. "Not with me."
"I'm not doing anyth—"
"Don't be a fuckin' hard ass, alright? Talk."
"I can't sleep! Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? That I can't fucking sleep? I just can't! I close my eyes, I try... but I can't! And it's—"
You came to a stop the moment you realized the increasing volume of your voice. You reeled back into yourself, embarrassed of your own outburst.
Turning from his hold, you opted to look up at the ceiling, dragging a hand down your face with a deep, shaky sigh.
"Sorry," you murmured. "This is so stupid. But seriously, I'm good."
You didn't spare him a look before turning your back to him with finality, knowing that if you met his eyes — so focused on you, attentive as ever — it would all come pouring over.
Your throat was tight as you spoke. You hoped he couldn’t tell.
"Sleep, Katsuki. It's late. Don't wanna keep you up, too."
Just when you thought he would give it up, let you deal with this miserable situation by yourself like you always did, he shifted— sat up, pulled back your blanket off of you with a single, harsh tug.
You groaned at the lost warmth, looking at him confused.
"Kats—?!"
He cut you off.
"You tried everything, huh?"
Something about the way he said it — rough and challenging — made your heart spike. He was up to something, but what? You were too exhausted to figure it out, so you offered him a weak answer.
"…Yes?"
"Right."
With one swift motion, he pushed your thighs apart. The outline of his broad shoulders rose from between your legs, thick biceps flexing as he brought your thighs around his waist.
Your legs tightened around him on instinct, bringing him closer as he hovered over you, supporting himself with two steady arms at your side.
You blinked up at him, wondering if he could feel the flustered heat radiating off of your face from being this close.
"W-What're you doing?"
"Helping."
When you continued to just blink back at him at that lackluster answer, a single brow raising slowly, he elaborated with a soft grunt.
"Said you're not sleepy, yeah?"
"… Yeah?"
"Cumming makes you sleepy." all blunt, matter of fact.
Your brows twisted.
"What?" The heat burning your cheeks crawled up to the tips of your ears as your eyes widened incredulously.
It was in his nature to say things as they were, crude and direct, but it still caught you off guard at times, especially over something like this. For someone who got flustered fairly easily, he sure had his moments.
"C'mon. Don't tell me you don't know it." His palm smoothed over your inner thigh, the rough callouses and scars familiar, warm against your soft skin. Careful in a way only you got to see. "Every time we fuck you're out like a light."
"Oh."
"Yeah." he murmured, a little smug. "Tried that?"
You shot him a look. "Obviously not, asshole."
He only chuckled softly, tilting your face up to meet his, kissing the glare right off of your face. His lips moved against yours, slow and intentional.
A soft warmth bloomed behind your ribs as you kissed him back tiredly, letting his movements guide you.
You brought careful hands to rest over his muscled chest, palms slowly sliding up, fingers brushing over the raised, jagged skin of the scar over his heart.
You wrapped your arms around his neck lazily, uncaring that they felt like lead, just wanting him closer to you as your fists curled into the soft hair at his nape.
He pulled back barely an inch, breathing a question against your lips, "You wanna try that?" before kissing you again.
Your brows creased, any semblance of an answer faded into a soft moan against him.
"C'mon, baby," he murmured, pulling back properly this time to kiss up your throat, mouth lingering against your skin.
Baby. He was calling you baby. Because he knew you loved it, knew it turned you to mush— hearing him, always so crude and unapologetic about it, refer to you so sweetly.
A shaky sigh slipped past you as he brought a large hand to the back of your neck, curving it toward him. His kisses turned to gently sucking soft marks and you shuddered, fighting a whine.
"Quit bein' difficult." he huffed, breathe hot against you. "Lemme take care of it."
He brought his face back to watch you like a hound, waiting for your confirmation.
Amidst catching your breath, you contemplated, pursing your lips in thought.
"I… I mean, it doesn't hurt to try?"
It was true, you hadn't tried this 'method' to sleep and part of you was curious whether it would work or not.
But, again, it was a work night, so despite your desperation and exhaustion, you knew that this whole ordeal would get in the way of and the strict schedule Katsuki kept to optimize his health and performance.
He ate well, took part in rigid physical training; mandatory for the powerhouse of a man that stood at number 5 in the pro-hero rankings.
Like clockwork, he woke up at 6 AM, went out there and worked himself to the bone, put his body on the line, and unless the circumstances were dire (either he couldn’t sleep because of dreams of the past or he had missions that demanded later hours) he turned into bed at 8 PM sharp without fail.
From all the years of knowing, you knew that Katsuki was particular about his habits.
But amidst your guilt, you were forgetting that he was also particular about you.
You had wormed into his heart, became something of an exception for him in many regards. But you couldn't see that now, not with worry and weariness eating away inside you.
Your half-lidded eyes searched his, a soft crease forming between your brows as you looked up at him.
"... Do you want to, though? I don't wanna keep you up, or… or like make you do thi—"
He cut you off with a scoff, cocking his head in disbelief as if that was possibly the stupidest thing you could have said to him.
"Don't be an idiot, alright?" he pushed closer, nose brushing yours. "If that's the shit you're worryin' about, don't."
His eyes darted down to your mouth, watching as you chewed on your bottom lip, voice lower; softer.
"Always fuckin' 'want to'."
You took in his words, blinking back the small sting in the corners of your eyes.
Katsuki didn't do pity, never did anything he didn't want to. And right now, he had nothing but undeniable want written all over his face.
There was something ravenous behind those irises, that fiery red sharp and determined in a way that had your stomach flipping.
"Okay," you decided with a slow nod, a small smile settling over your face. "We can try."
A self-satisfied smirk stretched across his face before he nodded back, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned down to peck your lips. His hands found your waist, sliding up your sides as he deepened the kiss.
You gasped slightly as they wandered up under your shirt, rough hands smoothing over the curve of your breasts, feeling the weight of them in his palms— giving them a firm, testing squeeze.
He kept your mouth parted with his, slipping his tongue against yours in a careful rhythm.
You made a muffled sound against his mouth when his thumbs brushed over your nipples, back arching just enough to tell him you wanted more.
Katsuki pulled back, the small string of saliva between your lips breaking as he began to lift up the fabric of your shirt.
"Arms up."
You complied, raising your arms over your head.
Those blazing eyes were narrowed, a subtle furrow forming between his brows— you always thought he looked gorgeous when he was focused, and being the center of that unwavering attention always had your mind spinning.
With a final tug, he pulled your shirt off, watching as your nipples hardened, exposed to the chill of your room.
His eyes locked with yours as he leaned down, pressed a wet kiss to your chest.
Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist as he cupped both your breasts with his hands, took his time pecking around the soft flesh. It was only when you huffed quietly that he chuckled, giving you a long, slow lick over your nipple.
He ran his thumb back and forth over the other, pinching the taut peak between his index and thumb as he sucked one into his mouth, the subtle scrape of his teeth drawing out a small, strangled sound from you as he nipped at your chest.
Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him in place.
An involuntary whine slipped past you when he pulled back from your chest with a soft pop, his hot mouth switching to the other, the whole process repeating until you were breathless— gasping incoherent strings of what vaguely sounded like his name, nails raking down the expanse of his broad upper back.
He drew back at last, taking in the picture of you; soft lips parted as you panted, a glistening sheen over your chest, dazed eyes blinking up at him— silently asking for more as they darted between his face and the obvious clothed bulge pressing against your core.
You thought he’d get straight to it, tug down his boxers and give you what he knew you wanted, but it seemed he had a different idea.
Pulling back between your legs, he lowered himself to your heat slowly, peppering sloppy kisses from your calf down to your inner thighs. When he finally pressed his lips right over your clothed clit, you groaned softly, head sinking back into your pillow.
His tongue peeked out to give your clit a little lick over your panties; warm and slow and wet.
You whimpered, thighs instinctively tightening around his head as you sighed out his name, wanting to melt.
"Katsuki…"
"You're always so pretty, y'know that?" he breathed out before kissing you over the cotton again, watching the damp spot grow darker under the soft amber lamp-light. "Shit drives me fucking crazy."
You drew in a shaky breath, ears burning.
You weren't exactly what you'd call pretty, right now. Your hair was very likely a mess, eyes red and heavy. And up until he had taken it off, all you had on was an old oversized shirt that had seen better days. Your panties weren’t much better; plain, save for the small bow at the center.
But the way he said it still made your heart flutter— as if, despite all of that, you were pretty to him.
You couldn’t gauge how your body looked, what he could see of you, and you were too tired to try and figure it out. But the uncertainty was enough to have you breathing out a small scoff.
"Don't just say that."
The corner of his lip curled back like you had just offended him to the highest degree.
"Y'know I never just say shit." he barked back.
Maybe you had, in a way. Because he really, really didn't. He never said anything he didn't mean when it mattered, especially not to you.
You bit your lip as his finger hooked under the hem of your underwear, his eyes asking you a silent question.
You nodded slowly, lifting your hips for him. He moved swiftly, slipping off the last piece of fabric shielding you from him.
He stared down at your bare heat shamelessly. Drank in how your wetness glistened under the soft light, the way your legs twitched slightly as if you were fighting the instinct to close them at his intense, unwavering gaze.
He traced a line down your slit with just a finger, relishing the small sound that drew out of you. His gaze met yours as he parted your folds with two fingers and leaned down, mouth hovering right over your pulsing core.
You watched with shallow breaths, eyes locked with his as he gathered spit in his mouth, letting a hot glob drop slowly onto your pussy. You groaned when he dragged the flat of his tongue over your clit, mixing it with your arousal.
He moaned into you, "Taste so fuckin' good…"
His tongue drew circles around your sensitive nub; so diligent, so thorough.
Like with everything, he gave it his all, didn't quit until he was satisfied. His method tonight was torturous, a slow pace that dragged out each sensation almost unbearably to ease you into that blissed out haze that'd surely knock you out.
He'd barely gotten started, and you were already panting, mind slowly slipping into that pleasure-drunk state.
Your fists curled around the sheets when he sucked your clit softly just to hear your breathy whines, smiling against you as you keened.
Katsuki Bakugou was known for his mouth. Snappy, explosive, unforgiving. It was what had drawn you to him in the first place, how he never held back.
But this mouth was the one only you got to know. Still relentless, unyielding, just a little mean— but it felt like devotion when he lapped at your leaking mess, fingers digging into your plush thighs to keep you in place as you squirmed.
You reached a hand down, let your fingers card through his soft hair before giving it a small tug. That earned you a groan, the deep rumble muffled against your dripping heat.
He licked a long stripe up your slit— wet, sloppy. Piercing eyes watching your face as he found your entrance, fucked you with his tongue before replacing it with two thick fingers, gathering your wetness before slowly pushing them in.
You groaned as he worked you up to the stretch, pushed them in knuckle deep.
Savoring the stuttering rise and fall of your chest, he slowly started to pump them in and out. Your eyes fluttered shut, head sinking back into your pillow as his fingers filled you up, curling against that familiar spot— a slow, deep pleasure building each time he hit it just right.
You wanted to cave, melt, maybe sob.
You were so close— you could feel it… just a little more…
But… there was this feeling sitting heavy in your chest, winding up tight around your heart.
You made a noticeable attempt to keep your sounds down as your mind began to race again, your focus drifting away from him as a question resounded your head— you should've already finished by now, right?
Katsuki was doing everything right, touching you perfectly, like he always did. He should be done dealing with you. But you hadn't finished yet, he was still going at it.
Your lower lip trembled. Maybe you were too tired, too caught up in your own exhaustion to cum. Whatever it was, something was holding you back. And If you really couldn't finish, then this would all be pointless, wouldn't it? You'd have wasted both of your time for nothing.
Before the worry could fully cloud your head, Katsuki gave your thigh a firm pat.
You looked down with a start; eyes half-lidded, unfocused.
"There you are." He muttered. "Eyes on me, got it? Hell’s the matter?"
Even when he was concerned, his brashness clung to him.
His care was rough around the edges, imperfect, but it was all his intent. He wanted to be careful with you, you could see it in his eyes, how they were just focused and just soft enough for you to detect.
Even if he didn't know exactly how to do it just right, he tried. Because you mattered. You meant something to him.
He lifted his face just enough for you to know you had his attention, stilled his movements and gave your thigh a small squeeze, a silent prompt to tell him what was wrong.
You couldn't look away if you wanted to, even as you felt your eyes sting— not when he was looking at you like that.
You gnawed at your bottom lip; embarrassed, ashamed.
"I can't."
He raised a brow. "Can't what?"
You let out an exasperated breath.
"Can't… can’t cum. I can't, feel like— I dunno, something's wrong with me, Katsuki, I'm—"
"Get outta your head." he cut off your babbling sharply. You whimpered when he started moving his fingers again, tongue coming down to drag over your clit at the same time. "Nothing's fuckin' wrong with you. I know you can."
His unshaken confidence in you was enough to draw out a soft groan, but his mouth and fingers working in tandem to build up that tightening warmth inside you again was what had your back arching off the bed, eyes screwing shut as the pressure above your belly wound tighter and tighter.
That heaviness in your shoulders slowly melted as he picked up the pace, the worry and doubt wrapped tight in your chest loosened and faded steadily, the sweet promise of eventual euphoria taking over your senses.
Quick, shallow breaths escaped your lungs as you brokenly mumbled his name, bucking your hips against his mouth, squeezing around his head with your legs. Your hands found his hair again, pulling without a care as he nearly doubled his efforts.
With a choked out sob, you finally came, the fingers curled in his hair tightening just a bit more one last time before going lax.
You could feel him smiling against your core as you came down; proud, a little cocky, but above all, happy to be lost in the taste of you.
He kissed you through it, mouth unrelenting against your pussy even as your thighs spasmed and trembled, working you down from your orgasm.
With a final kiss over your clit, he finally pulled back, wiping the mixture of his saliva and your slick off the bottom half of his face lazily, like he didn't actually care whether it was there or not.
Shifting, he hovered over you, crimson eyes locking with yours, reading you silently with the same rapt attention he had out on the battlefield.
A light sheen of sweat was cast over his muscled arms at your sides, the highs of his cheeks were flushed a soft pink, spikes of blond hanging messily over his forehead.
"Still with me?"
His voice was gravelly, a smoky rasp. Just a little breathless, but the satisfaction in his eyes told you he'd have it no other way.
You attempted a response, still panting heavily.
"Mhm…"
"Not an answer, baby."
"…Yes. Thank you."
He leaned down to kiss you, you moaned softly at the taste of yourself off of his lips.
Pulling back, he trained his serious eyes on yours. "Don't thank me for that shit."
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize either." You managed a snort at how impossible he was being, but he continued. "Feelin' sleepy?"
You hummed. "Yeah. A little."
He blinked once, scanning your face. Then grunted. "Not good enough."
"Katsuki, it's okay, you've done enou—"
"I told you, 'm gonna take care of it. Yeah?"
With his hands on the underside of your thighs, he pulled your legs around his waist, his hardened cock pressing over your still-drooling pussy, hot and heavy despite the single layer of fabric between you both.
Your heart picked up again; voice small, airy.
"Yeah…"
"Gonna let me, right?"
You whined. "But I just—"
"I know," he shushed you, slowly moving his hips, grinding himself against you agonizingly. "You can gimme another."
"Mh…”
Your lips pursed, brows pinched.
It could feel nice. It would feel nice.
You had warmed up to the idea, hips lifting just slightly to push against him as he moved, a quiet, nearly imperceptible motion.
He noticed, like he always did, but still, he wanted to draw it out of you.
"C'mon, gotta say it." his voice was a half-tease, low and coaxing, yet that mocking undertone never left. "Can only do it if you say it."
You groaned, embarrassed heat crawling up your neck.
He always did this—made you say it out loud, full-well knowing how it embarrassed you.
It was as though he lived to see you get heated, got something out of watching your lips curl and twitch in your attempts to fight your own discomposure.
"Can give you 'nother," you practically huffed out. "Jus' fuck me, please. Wanna feel you."
He smiled down at you, pleased with himself, and before you could even think to roll your eyes at that smug expression, he began to shuffle out of his boxers, freeing his aching cock.
He brought it to rest right over your pussy as he settled between your legs.
His eyes said look, and you did, took in his thick length, the angry flush of his leaking head, the precum dripping onto your navel.
He wanted you to see just how deep he would go, wanted you to really take it in.
You felt yourself get wetter, feeling empty at just the sight— he reached just below your belly button.
"You ready?"
Slowly, he dragged his tip between your folds. You let out a small, choked sound, nodding as your hips involuntarily bucked up to chase more.
"Uh huh. Please, please."
Katsuki’s abs tensed as he finally positioned himself just right, pushing into your tight warmth with gritted teeth, biting back the moan threatening to slip past.
He took his sweet time, going inch by agonizing inch, all the while your chest heaved as he stretched you out, filled the emptiness that had you aching.
When he finally bottomed out, panting, you clenched around him, whimpering slightly.
He let out a guttural sound; something low, ragged, already wrecked.
"Don't…" he breathed, voice cracking slightly. "Don't fuckin' do that."
"Sorry…"
"Told you not to do that either."
With a shaky breath, he began to move. Careful rolls of his hips, a hand splayed over your stomach as he eased himself in deep.
You stuttered out his name as that same hand moved lower, stopping right where your bodies met, the pad of his thumb slowly rubbing your clit.
His eyes fluttered as he watched your head fall back against your pillow, panting as he eased into a languid rhythm, angling his hips with each thrust in search of that spot.
When he found it, you keened, toes curling, lips parting as you let out a moan.
"Katsuki…" you dragged out the end of his name, practically whining.
He only grunted, something like a strangled whimper managing to slip past his gritted teeth. "Yeah, I know, I fuckin' know…"
He continued to thrust slowly, pull all the way back out before pushing back in, intense scarlet eyes watching your face twist upon each intrusion.
You didn't notice his thumb had been brushing the plush of your lower lip before he tapped it.
"Open."
That was all he said. He knew he didn't need much for you to listen. You looked down at his hand, then back up, parting your lips on command, the pink of your tongue peaking out on instinct.
"There we go…" He murmured, slipping his index and middle finger into your waiting mouth slowly.
The weight of his thick digits settled over your tongue and you groaned, sucking gently.
"You like that?" He asked, watching your mouth work around his fingers softly, voice low.
He already knew you liked it, knew that it lulled you into a fuzzy, brainless haze. But he loved to see you nod back at him; that pliant, sweet look in your half-lidded eyes as you offered him soft 'mhm' around his fingers.
He fought the moan crawling up his throat, instead letting out a tight a chuckle.
"Yeah, I know you do."
When he pulled his fingers back, you whimpered, but didn't get to dwell on it for long.
He moved to cage you down, supporting himself by the forearms, groaning into your ear as he bucked his hips deeper into you, pace noticeably faster.
You threw your head back. It was so good, perfect even. But you still wanted to feel more of him.
"Closer…" You asked, a quiet whine behind your words. "Closer, please, baby. Need you closer, Katsuki…"
Katsuki loved missionary, you knew this. He loved that it meant he could get close, actually see you— watch as your face twisted from being filled by him.
But on nights when close wasn't close enough, he folded you in half, pressed himself impossibly deeper, brought you closer than you thought you could ever feel.
The second he realized what you were asking for, he pushed the backs of your thighs, pressed your knees up by your head.
You hooked your arms around his neck, he kissed the the hinge of your jaw, breathing desperate words against your neck.
“Fuck, I love you.”
You bit back a groan, feeling him trail sloppy kisses down to your collarbone.
“Y’know that, right?”
You were shaking, letting out breathy moans as he began to suck soft marks into your skin, lost in the feeling— the taste— of you.
Your hands slid to hold the back of his neck, pulling him back carefully. Your nose bumped his as you held his face, felt the sharp curve of his jaw in your palms.
You pulled a hand back to find one of his by your head, you laced your fingers with his, gave his hand a soft squeeze before softly pecking his lips.
"I love you," you murmured the words against his mouth before pulling him back feverishly, moaning into the kiss. "I love you so much."
He picked up his pace at those words, fucking into you desperately, "Can't believe you thought I didn't wanna do this shit…" He panted out.
"Always fuckin' want you, don't y'get it?" his voice was already deep. but now— rough from sleep and want, the rasp made you impossibly wetter.
The sound of your creaking bed and the soft slap of skin against skin faded into the background as he leaned down to kiss you, all messy and raw.
"Tell me you get it." the words heaved out of him, hot and breathy, his lidded eyes met yours, the blistering need behind them setting your skin ablaze.
"I get it," you managed, tugging him closer, holding him against your chest. "I get it, Katsuki, please—"
He groaned by your ear, "Fuck, I know. I got you…"
Suddenly, nothing else seemed to matter. Everything that had weighed on your heart— the frustration, the doubt, the unsureness in yourself. it dissolved to nothingness in the back of your mind— because Katsuki Bakugou loved you. You loved him.
You could feel it all around you; he was everywhere, everything. And part of you felt that was all you might ever need.
With a broken sound, you came, burying into the crook of his neck.
He breathed with you for a moment, held you close, heated sweat-slicked skin against yours. He pulled out carefully, gritting his teeth to bite back a groan.
You were caught off guard when he hooked your thighs over his shoulders, leaned down to lap up your spend— his grip was a vice, absolutely not letting go of you— his fervent mouth moving against your sensitive heat to stimulate you past what you thought was bliss.
You nudged at his face half-heartedly, too tired to even whine; shallow, broken sobs heaved out of you as your thighs twitching around his head.
It was too much, you told him as much. At least, you tried to. You weren't sure if he could make anything out of your nonsensical babbling between whimpers, but you were certain he didn't really care.
When your hands found his hair, you twisted the blond tufts in your fists, letting out a final cry as he pushed you over the edge one last time.
He lifted his head back, lingering for a beat, careful eyes taking you in. Your eyes were shut, relishing the aftershock of your own high as your lungs raced to catch onto air, but more importantly: you were completely fucked out.
With a small kiss to your inner thigh, he got up.
"Where're you going…?” you managed between breaths, feeling his presence on your bed go missing, eyes opening just enough to peek at him.
“Clean underwear. Water."
"Oh."
"Mhm."
You felt like you might pass out in the best way possible. Your eyes were so droopy, but you tried your best to keep them open.
You traced the line of Katsuki's back as he shuffled through your drawers. Something soft and warm branched out from behind your sternum, spread through your body.
Suddenly, you wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms. Feel his body curve against yours.
He uncapped a bottle of water from your dresser and held it out for you, watching intently as you sat up shakily and took careful sips.
You handed it back to him, wiping at your mouth as he moved back onto your bed, tugging on a clean pair of underwear over your legs.
"You shoulda kept goin' Katsuki…" You tried to sound harsh, scolding. But it came out softer than you wanted. "You didn't… y'know…"
He pulled the blanket over your body and his quietly, settling at your side. You watched as he laid his head to rest on his pillow, taking in the familiar lines of his face.
"Don't care." He flicked your forehead. "Think too much and I might have to fuck you to sleep again."
Your lower lip jutted at that, a small flush settling over your face.
Reaching an arm out, you drew him closer to you. Your heart swelled at the familiarity of his warmth, that longing in you satiated momentarily at the feeling.
Your hand found his jaw, thumb brushing over the unscarred side of his face. You always loved that scar on his right cheek, thought it made him look handsome.
A small smile touched your face as you leaned in to press your lips over it, even though his other cheek was much easier to kiss. You liked to do that whenever you got the chance.
"Hey, Katsuki?" You hummed, brushing some of his hair back.
"What?"
Fondness curled inside your chest at his voice; it came quick because it was soft. Because he had softened himself, for you.
"Thank you."
He blinked back at you before, "Tch." then leaning forward to peck your lips.
"Told you to stop doin' that."
You could only chuckle, letting his large hand find the back of your head, pull you down to cradle you against the warm, solid planes of his chest.
"Sleep."
You yawned, smiling as you pressed your cheek closer against his skin.
"I'll make it up in the morning, 'kay?" You mumbled, the thrum of his heart easing your limbs, his strong arms curled around you tighter. "Promise."
Katsuki snorted softly, running a hand up and down your back, careful and soothing as he tucked you under his chin, adjusting the blanket around you to make sure you were properly warm.
"'M sure you will."
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may blabs: hellooo guys
second smut we up 😈 im still learning how to write ts so this was kiiinda stressful… (overthought a Lot) … but it ok we made it 🥹
im not even a petname bkg truther really so idk why i wrote that in but i did. playing with him like he’s my doll lalala
love me some acts of service solution oriented katsuki who’s soft in his own way ^_^ and i like emotions so this was quite fun to write! soft intimate smut… sighs dreamily
bkg not getting to nut lowk a recurring pattern now tho im dead 😭 (will he ever get to bust? stay tuned)
(btw title is from the marías song !!! #peak)
★ IMPORTANT — the amazing art in the header is not mine! unfortunately, i was not able to find the artist to give adequate credit, so this is my disclaimer !! all i did was edit the coloring.
