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āhow do i get rid of this?ā you huff as you click the bar into the machine, stepping out from under metal rod.
katsuki looks up from his spot on the floor, notebook open to his latest PR and rotation. he had started keeping track of his workouts in an old notebook a few weeks ago (the phone he had previously been using died and with that, lost all the data)
āof what?ā the blonde eyes you through the mirror, catching every minuscule movement as you place your hands over your lower abdomen, fingers pushing into the plush tissue you find.
āthis?ā you press harder, your skin dipping beneath the pressure. āthe fat?ā
katsuki blinks at you but you pay him no mind, continuing to turn this way and that, getting all angles of your body in the mirror, glaring at the midsection that never seems to flatten out despite all your efforts.
āyour uterus?ā he asks with a raised brow.
your shoulders fall, breath wooshing out of you as you slump into a forward fold. a tad dramatic but you like the stretch in your thighs.
āitās not my uterus!ā the words come out muffled as you speak into your knees, your cheeks smooshed upwards at the inversion.
your boyfriends hand on your lower back has you tilting back up, fingers pressing into your hips to almost hinge you up right.
"Yeah, its not but its the fat that keeps it safe." he clarifies, sliding his palm over your stomach to come rest above your womb.
"but it's still fat." you frown despite the urge to smile as katsuki presses into you, his chest flush against your back as he rests his chin on your shoulder, holding eye contact with you through the mirror.
"more or less." a soft kiss is pressed to your exposed skin. "it has a purpose, just like all your other muscles have a purpose, this one is to keep everything safe and warm."
you hum. āstill wanna get rid of it.ā
katsuki presses down harder, holding you tighter against him as he bites down, teeth sinking into your shoulder. you are suddenely even more thankful for the private gym.
āeven if its gonna keep all our kids safe?ā his voice is slow, the timbre of it hitting you exactly where he had aimed. āi know my opinion shouldnāt matter but i love it so much.ā
āseeing your cute little tummy, knowing that youre healthy drives me crazy.ā one hand splays out across your abdomen, the other grips your hip and pulls you tighter against him. āwhen iāve got you bent in half and youāre all squished and soft, fuck, makes me wanna put a baby in you right there and then, make you even softer and squishier.ā
deaf!bakugou who is a sadist and who happens to loooove eating pussy but adored softly biting and sucking your clit until it doubles in sizeā but when you get ātoo loudā he just turns the hearing aid off and tilts his head when he sees your tear stricken face.
āyou dick, i was telling you i was coming!ā
āim glad you came.ā he devilishly grins. āfeel good?ā
āyes but-ā you grumble, slightly groaning when his breath leaves your bundle of nerves. āyou said youd eat my pussy, not abuse it.ā
ānever said i had to hear you.ā he shrugs, licking his lips as he smirks.
On this, the anniversary of the lunar landing, let us also celebrate the greatest post-mission achievement by a crewman.
I refer, of course, to the time Buzz Aldrin (age 72 at the time) cold-cocked a moon landing conspiracy theorist straight in his smug face after being accused of being a coward, liar, and thief.
Yes, someone was indeed dumb enough to tell a man so unafraid of death that he was willing to go into the void on a fragile explosive rocket, a coward.
Said dumbass was filming this confrontation as some sort of proof of moon fraud, but has instead captured this glorious moment of near-cosmic justice for us to loop for all time.
Aldrin was not charged with any crime. He should have been given another medal for public service.
Said dumbass tried to take Aldrin to court for assault and was thrown out on his metaphorical ass, being cited as the instigator of the incident after luring Aldrin into a meeting under false pretenses (telling the former astronaut he was being interviewed for a children's program).
things your exes did that send bf!katsuki into a coma
You lean your phone against a stack of books on the bed, adjusting the angle until the camera frames both of you perfectly sitting cross-legged on the mattress.
Bakugou is sitting right next to you, arms crossed over his chest and a deep scowl already plastering his face, though he hasn't moved an inch to get out of the shot.
With a satisfied nod, you reach out and press record on the screen.
āAre you ready, Kats?ā you turn slightly towards him, nudging his shoulder with yours.
āLets just get it over with,ā he grumbles, shifting his weight.
There is absolutely no real bite in his voice, and he actually leans a little closer to you which makes you smile and look back at the camera.
āOkay, so... I am doing the āwhat my exes did to me, and I stayedā trend with my boyfriend. Heās going to react to it.ā
āThis already makes me angry,ā he mutters and you laugh.
āYouāre always angry,ā you roll your eyes.
āThe first one: one of my exes accused me of cheating on him with my mechanic because my mechanic texted me to come and get my car.ā
Bakugouās head snaps towards you so fast you almost hear his neck crack.
His eyes narrow into a glare.
āThe fuck? What kind of loser ass thinking is this?ā he barks. āWho gets jealous of a fucking mechanic?ā
You chuckle, waving a hand to brush off his intensity before continuing. āNext. One time, his mother visited us and jokingly said that the two of us were too loud last night, but I was on my shift the entire nightā¦ā
Bakugou freezes.
It takes him a solid three seconds to process the math, and when it clicks, his jaw goes slack. āThe hell? Tell me you at least beat his ass,ā he demands.
āOh, you bet! Me and his mother teamed up actually,ā you start laughing at the memory and Bakugou smiles proudly.
āNext. I once did this trend of calling my ex āmy husbandā and he deadass turned to me and said āiām not your husbandā... after talking to me about marriage literally a day before.ā
Bakugou lets out a sharp scoff, shaking his head. He pinches the bridge of his nose, looking exhausted by the sheer stupidity of your past dating life.
"An absolute coward," he mutters under his breath.
āOh, it gets better," you say, "The following day we had a fight and I asked him to tell me three things he liked about me, and he literally pulled out his phone to search āgood traits in a partnerā since he couldn't think of anything on his own.ā
Katsuki drags his palm down his face, his eyes wide with genuine disbelief. āYou are shitting me. He had to google why he liked you? I can name fifty things right now without even trying, and that idiot needed a fucking search engine?ā
You smile, feeling a warm blush creep up your neck at his words.
āI know you can,ā you say proudly as you ruffle his messy, blond hair before turning back to the screen.
āOkay, the next oneā¦ He ranked all my friends based on attractiveness... and I got placed fourth.ā
The room goes silent.
Katsukiās expression goes blank, his crimson eyes locking onto yours.
āHe did what?āhe asks. āWho the fuck does he think he is? You're a damn masterpiece and he put you fourth? Give me his address. I just want to talk.ā
You quickly pat his knee to calm him down before he actually storms out to commit a crime. āItās okay, itās okay, his opinion didnāt affect me.ā
āIt better not,ā he mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.
āAnd the last one. My ex would pay at every date, just to seem like a āproviderā to others, but once the two of us we were alone, heād ask me back for the money.ā
Bakugou lets out a dry laugh.
āCheap bastard on top of being a brainless extra. Unbelievable.ā He turns his head towards you, his gaze softening just a fraction, though his scowl remains.
āGood thing you're with someone who actually knows what you're worth.ā
āYeah, Iām grateful for this,ā you assure him while leaning to place a kiss on his lips.
He accepts it, placing his large hand on your waist, and pulling you closer. You sense this wonāt just be a simple kiss once he licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance.
āWait, Kats, I need to stop recording,ā you try to distance yourself a bit, but he doesnāt budge.
āJust cut this at editing,ā he mutters against your lips. āItās gonna be a long part tho,ā he smirks and you blush instantly.
āKaaats!ā
a/n: main inspo source is tiktok. Hope you guys like it!
telling him mid argument that he should shut up and put his mouth to better use and he slowly gets on his knees. and looks up expectantly ,ā¦ā¦.,,,,,,,,
synopsis. katsukiās pride is no match for an aphrodisiac quirk
contents. nsfw! mdni. pro hero! katsuki bakugou x fem! reader. est rel. theyāre dating. pwp. dubcon due to the quirkās influence but itās very consensual. m! mastĆ¼rbation + rec ƶral. switch! katsuki. mostly sub he cries and begs. unprotected piv. readerās on the pill. multiple orgƤsms. implied aftercare. ąæ
katsuki never imagined that heād be the kind of hero to get hit by a fucking aphrodisiac quirk. thatās rookie bullshit. the kind of thing that happens to sidekicks who arenāt paying attention, to extras who get caught slipping because theyāre too damn slow and too damn soft. itās not the type of thing that happens to him.
heās the great explosion murder god: dynamight ā¢. with reflexes like lightning and situational awareness thatās second to none. heās prepared for every kind of villain, every conceivable quirk. mind-control, strength enhancement. shape-shifting. but not once did it cross his mind to prepare for getting hit with a lust quirk.
at first, heād been able to power through it. he gritted his teeth so hard his jaw ached and disregarded the heat that was flooding his veins like napalm. he obliterated the villain. secured the perimeter. signed off on the preliminary report with trembling fingers.
by the time he made it back to his agency, his sanity was threadbare. he tried taking a shower but the freezing water did nothing to quench the fire coursing through his veins. if anything, it made it worse.
he rested his forehead against the tiles and bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste blood. his knees buckled as his hand, slick with soap suds and precum, slid all over his cock. he barely managed a few uncoordinated strokes before his hips were jerking uncontrollably. the relief lasted for all of three seconds before the blood came rushing righttt back to his cock.
he was still hard, still aching. and it was becoming very clear that this wasnāt a problem he could solve alone.
he stumbles out of the locker room, a towel slung low on his hips, his skin still flushed and steaming. he pulls on a t-shirt and a pair of loose sweats in a daze.
youāre the only thing his lust-filled brain can think of. heās certain heāll die if he doesnāt get to you, now. he needs you like he needs air to breathe. like he needs nitroglycerin in his palms. the thought of your face, your voice, your body on his is the sole thing keeping black spots from swarming his vision.
everyone who works at his agency knows that katsuki never leaves work early. heās always the first to arrive and the very last to leave. heās the one who stays late to pore over incident reports until his eyes burn. heās the one who turns the lights off and locks all the doors behind him. but tonight heās out of the building before the sun has even fully set.
not trusting himself to drive in this state, he hails a cab. the decision to not get behind the wheel is one of the few clear-headed ones heās made since this whole ordeal started. his hands are shaking too much, and he knows that heād wrap his porsche around a lamppost before he could even make it past three blocks.
he slumps into the back seat, the cheap leather sticking to his sweat-damp skin, and groans out your address. the driver glances at him in the rearview mirror, his eyes widening at the sight of great explosion murder god: dynamight ā¢ looking like heās about to spontaneously combust in the backseat of his car.
on a regular day, katsuki would tell him to mind his damn business and fucking drive. but he currently doesnāt even have the energy to scowl at the old man.
after what feels like eternity, the cab screeches to a halt in front of your building. he doesnāt even wait for the car to stop completely before he tosses a handful of yen bills at the driver and stumbles out onto the sidewalk.
he practically sprints into your building. heās too impatient to wait for the elevator. he takes the stairs instead, taking them two, sometimes three at a time, he nearly collapses once, catching himself at the very last second.
he can barely stand by the time he finally reaches your door. heās so close to exploding right here in the hallway and you havenāt even touched him yet. he somehow musters up the energy to fish the spare key youād forced on him months ago out of his pocket. his hands are shaking so badly, it takes him three tries before the tumblers click.
he limps into your apartment and kicks the door shut behind him. every single one of his nerve endings is on fire as he leans against the door for a second. his head thudding against the cool wood. he can feel a bead of sweat trickle down his temple, follow the line of his jaw, and drip onto his t-shirt. this is pathetic. heās pathetic. he just wants to crawl into a hole and die. or fuck you until he canāt remember his own name. heād prefer the latter. heās so hard it hurts.
ākats ?ā he forces his eyes open, vision swimming before it focuses on you. youāre standing in the entranceway to the living room, wearing one of his old t-shirts and little else. he wants to rip that shirt off and see whatās underneath, to map every inch of your skin with his hands, his mouth, until youāre gasping his name.
you take in the sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, the deep, feverish flush on his cheeks, and instinctively step closer. you reach up, your cool palm pressing against his burning cheek, and he almost sobs with relief. he leans into your touch like a starved man, a low moan rumbling in his chest. he could stand here all day and just let you touch him.
( he could probably cum in his pants, just from this, like a fucking loser. god, he wants you so bad. he wants your hands all over him. he wants his hands all over you. he needs to feel you. )
you lean in and press a soft kiss to his trembling lips. itās supposed to be a sweet, simple greeting, but for him itās feels like a match to gasoline. he fists his hands in the material of your shirt and pulls you closer. he can feel your body tense ever so slightly against his
āhow was work ?ā you ask, a little breathless when you finally manage to pull back just enough to look at him.Ā
āfuckinā terrible,ā he manages to grind out. his voice is so tight and strained. he barely recognizes himself. heās embarrassed. so fucking embarrassed. part of him doesnāt want to tell you. he could just make something up. say heās tired. say anything but the truth. but the thought of deceiving you, even to save his pride, is unbearable. he rests his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut as he mumbles, āgot hit,ā the words practically scrape his throat raw. āwith a quirk.ā
āwhat kind of quirk ?ā you ask softly. your hand coming up to rest gently on his bicep. he swallows, his adamās apple bobbing violently. he feels the heat in his cheeks deepen, a fresh wave of shame washing over him. he has to say it. he has to force the pathetic words out.
āsome . . . aphrodisiac bullshit.ā he looks away, unable to meet your gaze, āi blasted the punk the hell up right after but it was already too late. itās. . . fuck, itās bad.ā he swallows hard, āitās . . really fucking bad.ā
a smile slowly spreads across your face. you canāt help but laugh. never in a million years did you think youād live to see the day katsuki bakugou needed your help.
āyouāre laughing ?!ā he chokes out. heās just confessed to being hit by a lust quirk. this is the most humble heās ever been. stripped of all his pride, reduced to a nothing but a desperate, needy mess in front of the one person he wants to see him as strong.
heās never been this vulnerable, this submissive, in his damn life. and youāre fucking laughing ? he wants to be angry. he wants to push you away and reclaim some semblance of his dignity. but he canāt. all he can do is stand there and tremble as your thumb brushes over his bottom lip.
āsorry, sorry, itās not funny,ā you murmur, though the smile playing on your lips says you believe otherwise. āhow are we supposed to deal with it ?ā youāve got to be messing with him. heās in utter disbelief. does he really have to spell it out ? after heās already humiliated himself this much ?
āobviously i need to. . .ā he trails off, his face flushing an even deeper shade of red. he canāt bring himself to say the words. theyāre too crude, too pathetic.
āyou need to what, kats ?ā youāre determined to make the most of the rare, once-in-a-lifetime chance to see your explosive, always-in-control pro hero boyfriend completely at your mercy.Ā
āyou know what. . ā he grits out, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.
āi donātā you frown, your eyes wide with mock innocence. āyouāre gonna have to use your words, kats. tell me exactly what you need from me.ā
he lets out a frustrated growl, his head falling back against the door with a soft thud. āwhy are you doing this to me . . ?āĀ
ābecause youāre adorable like this,ā you coo, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, feeling the tremor that racks his entire body. āitās a side of you i donāt get to see nearly enough.ā
you pull back just enough to look him in the eye, your expression softening slightly, though the teasing glint remains. āand because i need to make sure youāre not just asking because of the quirk. i need to know that you actually want me.ā
( you might as well have asked him if grass is green )
āof course i do,āĀ he chokes out, āhow could you even. . . itās always you. itās only ever been you. even when my brain is fucking scrambled, itās still just you.ā
āokay,ā you whisper, your hand sliding from his jaw down to his chest, right over his racing heart. you take his hand, fingers lacing through his, and lead him towards your bedroom. he follows you like a lost puppy, eyes fixed on the sway of your hips as you walk.
heās on you before you can even shut the door. his hands grabbing your hips, pulling you into a hungry kiss thatās all teeth and tongue and pent-up frustration.
your legs wrap around his waist as he lifts you effortlessly. he stumbles the few steps to the edge of the bed, sitting down with a soft thud so youāre straddling his lap.
he can feel how warm you are through his pants. this is hell. this is heaven. heās gonna die. heās positive heās actually going to die if you donāt move. the pressure of your weight against his aching cock draws a sharp inhale from between his teeth. you lean down, your lips finding his again in a kiss thatās anything but chaste.Ā
you start to move, rolling your hips slowly, grinding your core against the hard, thick length straining in his sweats. a high-pitched whimper falls from his lips. a sound so foreign to his ears it takes him a second to realize it came from him.
( what. the. fuck. he doesnāt whimper. he doesnāt fall apart like this. heās the one who makes you fall apart. )
he hates this. he hates the sound of his own voice. but he canāt help it. he needs more. he needs to feel you. his hands fly to your hips, thick fingers digging into your flesh with bruising force.Ā
ākatsuki,ā you whisper against his lips. your tongue darts out to taste the salty sweat on his skin. he groans, his head falling back against your ruffled sheets as his hips buck up to meet yours.
heās burning up, his skin radiating a concerning amount of heat. you can feel it through your clothes, through his. you trail your lips down the length of his neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his pulse.Ā
āare you sure youāre okay ?ā you look down at him,face contorted with concern āmaybe we should go to the hospital, get you checked out. . .āĀ
he stares at you, his crimson eyes wide with disbelief. youāve got to be fucking kidding him. here you are, asking him about his health while your chest is in his face and youāre straddling his lap.Ā youāre gonna be the death of him. he swears to god. but what a way to go.
āthe hospital ? iād rather die than let another soul see me like this.ā he snarls, though it lacks its usual bite, sounding more like a plea. āand iāll blow you up if you even think about telling anyone this happened to me.ā
ādonāt worry, your secretās safe with me ,ā you murmur, leaning down to press a soft, teasing kiss to his jaw.
your fingers find the hem of his t-shirt, the fabric damp with his sweat. you peel it up slowly, revealing the hard, defined lines of his abs. his stomach clenches under your touch, the muscles jumping as your fingertips graze his skin.
he lets you undress him like a doll.Ā you drag the shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly aside. his chest heaves as your hands return to his body, tracing faint scars, the ridges of his abs, the sharp v-line that dips down into his sweats.
katsukiās trembling as you hook your fingers into the waistband of his sweats, breath hitching as his cock springs free, slapping against his stomach with a wet smack. itās flushed a deep, agitated red. his tip already beading with an obscene amount of precum that drips down onto his skin.
katsukiās not one to feel self conscious, his confidence is as much a part of him as his quirk, but right now, under your gaze, he feels too exposed. he canāt meet your eyes. his gaze is fixed somewhere over your shoulder, his jaw clenched tight, a muscle ticking in his cheek. heās completely at your mercy, and you havenāt even touched him properly yet.
you reach out, your fingers tracing the v-line of his hips, your touch light and teasing. he shudders violently, his hips bucking up, seeking more of your touch.
āplease,ā he whimpers āquit teasinā meā please. please please please. heāll beg. heāll get on his knees and beg. heāll say please. heāll say anything you want. he needs to cum. it hurts so bad. heās gonna die. heās gonna die if you donāt let him cum.
ābut itās so much fun,ā you murmur as your fingers trail lower, brushing against the base of his cock. he lets out a strangled moan as you wrap your hand around him, your palm cool against his burning flesh.
you start to stroke him, slow and teasing, your thumb swirling around his head and spreading the slick fluid down his length. he can already feel his orgasm building, a tight, hot coil in his stomach, but you wonāt let him have it. you keep him teetering over the edge until tears are brimming his waterline.
āplease,ā he begs, throwing an arm over his face, hiding his shame as he pleads with you. āplease, baby, let me cum. iāll do ā fuuuck ā anything, please.ā
ālook at me,ā you say firmly. heāll look. heāll do whatever you want. just donāt leave him like this. this pathetic. this weak. he peeks at you from under his arm, crimson eyes sparkling with unshed tears. youāve never seen him looks so fragile, so broken. the mere sight of him makes your heart ache, you canāt deny him any longer.
you shift, kneeling between his spread thighs. leaning down and wrapping your lips around the his tip. itās a shock to his system. he cries out as you take him deeper, flushed tip hitting the roof of your mouth.Ā
āshit . . . baby, please,ā he chokes out, his voice a ragged, breathless mess. āi canāt. . . iām gonna. . .ā the afflicting aphrodisiac quirk amplifies every sensation. fuck. fuck fuck fuck. heās trying to stay quiet, he really is. heās biting down on his knuckles so hard he can almost taste blood, trying to muffle the obscene sounds falling from his lips, but itās no use. every drag of your lips, every swirl of your tongue, pulls desperate whimpers and choked groans out of him
your tongue flattens against the underside of his cock as you hollow your cheeks, sucking him off so hard it makes him see stars. you can feel him trembling, his thighs tensing under your hands as you take him even deeper and you know heās not going to last much longer. you hum around him, the muscles in your throat constricting around his tip. and thatās all it takes to push him over the edge.
his body arches off the bed as he spills sticky ropes down your throat. youāre milking every last drop, until heās a limp, trembling mess beneath you. youāre surprised by how sweet he tastes, like salted caramel, so much sweeter than usual.
āfeeling better ?ā you rasp as you pull back slowly, a string of saliva and cum connecting your lips to his flushed cock.
heās completely wrecked, his chest heaving, his eyes squeezed shut, his face glistening cherry red. heās never cum this hard in his life. he can barely breathe. his limbs feel like lead, his mindās blissed-out and hazy. for a few precious seconds, he thinks itās over.Ā he thinks itās worn off.
then he looks down and his heart sinks. his cock is still painfully hard. it hasnāt gone down at all. if anything, heās somehow harder than he was before. heās beyond horrified. heās just had the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life, and it did nothing. the shitty quirk is still burning him alive, and heās starting to think he might be stuck like this forever.Ā
āfeels worseā his crimson eyes are filled with a mix of fear and desperation. āitās . . fuck. . it hurts more nowā
he needs more. heās too ashamed to ask, too proud to beg you again. his pride has already taken too many beatings it may never recover from tonight. but his eyes are pleading with you as you clamber to your feet. he donāt say another word. you donāt need him to. you already know what he wants. you know katsuki like the back of your hand.
without breaking eye contact, you slowly strip off the shirt of his you were wearing, then your underwear, letting them fall to the floor. his breath hitches as his eyes trail over your naked body. he reaches for you, large hands gripping your hips and pulling you between his spread legs. Ā
you rest your hands on his shoulders as you straddle him again, your knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his bare thighs. his hands slide from your hips to grip your ass, pulling you even closer, grinding you against him slowly.
it feels so good. too good. and then he realizes why it does. heās completely bare. itās so rare for him to fuck you raw, a line he almost never crosses, and the fact that he almost did, that he was so lost to the quirk he forgot, terrifies him.
āno, fuck, we canāt. not without a c-condomā his voice straining as he reaches for his sweats. his hands shake as he yanks his wallet from the cotton pocket, nearly dropping it in his haste. he flips it open, lithe fingers fumbling through the slots, but thereās nothing there.Ā
heās always so responsible, so prepared. a wave of despair washes over him, so strong itās ridiculous. he was too out of it to check before he came here, too desperate to even think about stopping at a convenience store, and now . . . he checks again, more slowly this time, as if a shiny foil wrapper might magically appear. nothing.
a few hot tears spill over, tracing paths down his flushed cheeks, and it infuriates him. why the hell is he so damn sensitive ? he knows itās the quirk fucking with his brain, his emotions, but it doesnāt make it feel any less real.
he tosses his wallet and sweats back onto the floor and rakes a hand through his blond hair, āi donāt . . . i donāt have one.ā
heās out. heās fucking out. heās always so prepared. heās always so fucking responsible. and now, when he needs it most. heās failed you. heās failed himself.Ā
youāre kissing his tears away, your lips soft against his damp skin. āitās okay katsā you soothe, cupping his cheek and smoothing your thumb over the jagged scar adorning it. ā. . iām on the pill, remember ?ā
his crimson eyes, wide and vulnerable, search yours for any hint of hesitation, any sign that youāre just saying this to placate him. he finds none. he leans into your touch, his body trembling violently as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.
āare you sure ?ā he chokes out, his voice muffled by your skin. heās not asking about the pill. he knows youāre just as responsible as he is. heās asking if youāre sure you want this, sure you want him bare, with nothing between you when heās this much of a mess.
āiām positive,ā you whisper, capturing his lips in a kiss that ebbs all his qualms away. his hands are everywhere, roaming your back, gripping your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer until thereās not a sliver of space between you.
you position yourself over him, crying out as the blunt head of his cock presses against your entrance. you sink down, taking him inch by inch. youāre so tight. so wet. and youāre taking him so well. all of him. bare.Ā
ābaby,ā he whimpers, his eyes squeezed shut. āmove. please. you gotta move.ā
you shift your hips in a sensual rhythm that has him seeing stars. his hands are gripping your hips so tight youāre sure thereāll be bruises tomorrow, but you donāt care.
ādonāt stop,ā he chants the phrase like a mantra. ādonāt stop, donāt stop, donāt stop.ā like itās the only thing he knows how to say. every drag of your walls against his cock is both a blessing and a curse.
for a few precious seconds, he just holds you, his face buried in the crook of your shoulder as you ride him, trying to anchor himself to this moment.
but the lust quirk doesnāt care about moments. it only cares about the ache, the burning, relentless need for more. his hips begin to move on their own accord, a slow, shallow roll thatās more instinct than conscious thought. another whimper tears from his throat as he feels your slick walls grip him like they never want to let him go, ācanāt. . . i canāt stay still,ā he gasps
he drives up into you frantically. the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, mingling with his harsh pants and your breathy moans.
heās completely consumed by the quirk and the mind-blowing pleasure of being inside you. his crimson eyes are half-lidded, tears of pure sensation and frustration leaking from the corners, but he doesnāt stop. he canāt.
āshit, look at you,ā he chokes out, his voice cracking as he forces his wide eyes open to watch you. the sight of you bouncing on his cock, your head thrown back in pleasure, your skin rippling with each brutal snap of his hips, is almost enough to make him cum again. āso fuckinā pretty. . . takinā me so well.ā
his calloused thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight, frantic circles over the sensitive nub. overcome by the need to make you cum. maybe, just maybe, your orgasm will trigger his own. maybe, just maybe, the feeling of you clenching around him will extinguish the fire burning him alive.
ācāmon,ā he pants, his hips pistoning up into you, the wet, obscene sounds of your cunt sucking him in reverberating in the room. he can feel you tightening around him, your walls fluttering and clenching as your own release builds. it spurs him on, his thrusts become even more erratic, more desperate. āthatās it,ā he groans, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath hot and ragged. āgonna cum ? gonna make a mess all over me ?ā
before either of you can fully process it, he rolls, taking you with him. the world flips, and suddenly your back is pressed against the mattress, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the feverish heat of his body blanketing yours.
he settles heavily between your thighs, his weight pinning you down, his forearms bracketing your head as he looms over you. his pupils are blown so wide you can barely see the crimson of his irises, just a thin ring of red surrounding pools of pitch black. all traces of his earlier submission are gone.
he doesnāt give you a moment to adjust, immediately picking up a brutal, punishing pace. his hips snap against yours, the sound of skin against skin louder and more intense than it was before. the thick head of his cock repeatedly kisses the spot inside you that makes your vision turn white.Ā
his scarred hand slides down your body until his thumb finds your clit again. his movements frantic as he rubs tight circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. the dual stimulation of his cock hammering into you and his thumb working your clit sends shockwaves through your entire nervous system.
āmghh katsuki,ā youāre screaming and moaning his name so loud, you know your neighbors are going to complain again. but youāre well past the point of caring. and katsukiās never given a single fuck about your neighbors; heād burn the whole building down if it meant he could finally feel you cum around him. tears are falling from his eyes again, tracing paths down his face as he completely loses himself in you.
āyeahhh, thatās it,ā he cries. his thumb on your clit presses down harder, hips slamming into yours with renewed vigor. your headboard smacks against the wall with the force of his thrusts. ācāmon, baby, please . . . cum for me. i know youāre close. . . i can feel itā
he can feel your whole body tensing, your back arching off the bed as you teeter right on the edge. your cunt is clamping down on him like a vice, rhythmic pulses that make his own vision swim.
āfuck, youāre squeezing me so tight,ā he groans. he canāt . . . he canāt stop. he doesnāt want to stop. he could stay like this forever, buried inside you, feeling you cum on his cock over and over again.
āone moreā heās panting against your neck, his voice wrecked. ājusā one more, baby, i swear i can feel it wearing off.ā his hips have a mind of their own now, inching impossibly closer to yours.Ā youāre so overstimulated you can barely think, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as your body convulses with yet another wave of pleasure. your cunt is spasming around him again, and again, and again.
āsātoo much,ā you whine, ākats, itās too much.ā
āi know,Ā baby, iām so sorry . . .ā he murmurs against your skin, āswear iām gonna pay that extra a visit and send him straight to hell for doing this to me.ā
a breathy giggle escapes your lips despite the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. āthatās not ā hah ā very heroic of you,ā
he lets out a shaky breath, his rhythm never faltering. āām not sure i can even consider myself a hero anymore after this,ā he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper as he presses his forehead against yours.
his thumb finds your clit again, circling the swollen bundle of nerves, sending both of you spiraling toward another peak again. heās well past the point of shooting blanks now, his body completely wrung out, nothing left to give. his hips are faltering, movements growing sloppier. heās barely propped up on his elbows, arms shaking violently with the strain of keeping his weight off you.
youāve lost count of how many times youāve both cum. youāre so blissed out, your mind floating somewhere far above the soaked sheets, nails digging crescents into his shoulders, as he falls apart for the last time.
for a moment, you both just lay there, breathing in the thick, humid air. thereās so much of him leaking from your folds, coating your inner thighs and soaking the already ruined sheets beneath you.
he can no longer ignore the mess heās made of you when he musters up the strength to pull out. he makes a muffled, embarrassed sound against your skin, his face burning hot. āmāsorry. . . fuck, itās everywhere.ā
āitās fine, katsuki,ā you murmur, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair, the blond strands clinging to your fingers.Ā
he lifts his head just enough to look at you, crimson eyes heavy-lidded and hazy. he glances down, his gaze tracing the mess on the sheets before flicking back to your face. āwe canāt fuckinā sleep in this,āĀ
he pushes himself up with a groan, arms trembling so badly he almost collapses back onto you. he manages to roll to the side, landing with a thump on the mattress. the sudden loss of his body heat makes you shiver. he just lies there for a second, staring at the ceiling before forcing himself into a sitting position.
his vision swims as he inches towards the edge of your bed. he rises to his feet and his legs nearly gives out. but heās still standing. you can see the fine tremors running through his thighs, the strain in his back as he straightens up with a pained grunt.Ā
he turns back to you, his face half-shadowed in the dim light. his hair is a sweaty, tangled mess, sticking up in every direction, and his eyes are barely open.
ācāmon,ā he says, holding out a hand to you, āweāve gotta shower. and then iāll make you some dinnerā
lust can weaken most men, can make them forget how to breathe, how to speak. but no shitty quirk can ever make katsuki forget his love for you. itās in his bones, in his veins, in every fiber of his being. thatās why heās pushing through the pain, why heās offering you dinner and a warm shower ā despite your feeble protests ā instead of collapsing back into bed. even when his body is failing him, his heart is right there with you.
ā„you & bakugo wonāt say youāre dating, but there will be signs
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES ā CASE STUDY #1.
observed by ā mina ashido
āy/n says she and bakugo arenāt dating. but i swear i caught them playing footsies during study hall.ā
ā”
mina assumes itās a trick of the light.
seroās stalking hot moms on facebook. denki & kiri are trying to start a fire with a comically large magnifying glass. & when mina sees bakugo tickle your ankle with the toe of his sock, minaās quick to assume the sightās caused by the refractive index of light through the magnifying glass or whatever mumbo-jumbo they learned during last tuesdayās physics class.
but it happens again.
and this time you giggle.
and so mina has no choice but to accept magnifying glasses cannot bend sound.
mina puts on seroās eyeglasses. theyāre purely decorative, but she feels more intuitive regardless. she buries her nose between CGPās A-Level biology guide & pretends she isnāt observing the way your eyes glint anytime you manage to nick katsuki in the shins.
bakugoās face is stone still.
to the untrained eye, heās simply solving calculus questions a mile a minute. but then he grunts.
mina doesnāt miss the way he grins when he nabs you in the thigh.
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES ā CASE STUDY #2.
observed by ā sero hanta
ābakugo swears y/n isnāt anyone special to him. so why the hell does he have her contact saved as āmine?ā
ā”
the first time sero hanta ever decides to show up early, heās stuck waiting at a theatre with an angry bakugo at his side.
not to say the fiery blond isnāt usually angry. but this time said anger comes with heat: heās grinding straw between his molars so hard plastic cracks between his teeth. his feet tap like itāll make time go by sooner. it doesnāt.
āiām gonna kill that damn shitty hair.ā
āweāre the ones whoāre thirty minutes early.ā
āshut the fuck up.ā
dumb dog sero hanta does as heās told. katsuki stews a little longer, neck rash red, phone clicking locked & unlocked till he decides heās had enoughāor till the anger reaches his bladder. āām going to the bathroom, watch my shit.ā
katsuki doesnāt bother waiting for a reply. his hands shove in his pockets as he makes his way to the bathroom, phone tucked firm between seroās palms. sero hanta knows better than to hold it with anything less than an iron grip. but then it buzzesā& almost cartoonishly, the phone hops & skips before settling between his fingers
sero sees the notification before he can pretend otherwise.
mineš«: mina and i are otw
mineš« : hope weāll make it. this girl can NOT drive.
sero muffles a snort. the text holds truth, mina cannot, in fact drive. he recalls the time she picked him up to go to the beach andāwait.
is that text from y/n?
heās quick to take a picture, send it to the āinBESTigators šµļøšā GC. before he can even close his phone & resume playing saint, kiriās response comes in.
ripped riot š„: could be a typo
ripped riot š„: like āmineā could be short for miner
pikachu ā”ļø[replying to ripped riot š„] : are we deadass
seroās about to type a response of his own before the familiar heavy steps of steve maddens sag at his ears. katsukiās back, jaw tight & angrier than ever.
further investigation will have to wait.
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES ā CASE STUDY #3.
observed by ā denki kaminari
āwhen the fuck did bakugo get funny?ā
ā”
autumn break means thanksgiving shopping & black friday sales that make twelve dollar products drop to eleven ninety-nine. denkiās shopping for snacks, kiri needs energy drinks & youāre here for produce. katsuki is here because you all need his membership to get into costco.
something isnāt right.
& denkiās not talking about how the price of cheetos have somehow gone up. heās talking about the fact that katsuki stands firm behind you, hands in pockets as you show him fruit. thatās fineābakugoās always been able to tell which apples are good & which arenāt.
but no apple evaluation requires katsuki to lean in that close.
and denkiās pretty sure thereās nothing funny about granny smiths either.
so why the fuck are you giggling ?
kaminariās eyes flit to katsukiās. if he was any other classmate, heād say katsuki was bored. lips tight, eyes neutral, jaw slack. but denkiās no other classmate. he recognizes that twitch in his brow. the bob in his jugular.
katsuki is pleased. at least, denki thinksāno, swears he is. but just to be safe, he chooses to call in an actual katsuki expert. kirishimaās fatass is trying yet another free sample. for the sake of peace, denki chooses not to comment & instead goes straight to business.
āyo, kiriāiām not seeing stuff, right? is bakugo not smirking and making y/n laugh??ā
kirishima, in true fatass fashion, responds with a mouth filled with mini tacos. āI downāt see ātā
ābro. chew.ā
āI donāt see it,ā kiri gulps. ādonāt you think we should respect their privacy?ā
āweāre at a costco??ā
but kaminari drops it. if the katsuki expert himself says thereās nothing, thereās obviously nothing.
right ?
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES ā CASE STUDY #4.
observed by ā literally everyone
ākatsuki and y/n are definitely dating. oh, and kiriās getting kicked from the group chat.ā
ā”
mina ashido is not playing around.
the rest of the gang isnāt either. kaminariās flipping through a scrapbook titled āPHOTOGRAPHICAL EVIDENCE.ā seroās screenshotting group chat messages that sound too fond to not be affectionate. kirishimaās got his laptop open, looking over āevidence spreadsheetsā he swears arenāt empty.
but they are. and mina, rivaled only by sherlock himself, notices.
ākirishima, cell B-4. whatās written in there ?ā
āIāuh, cell? what do youāā
āahaāā mina shuts her book. sheās towering over eijiro now, hands on her hips & glare so sharp it melts kiri likeāwell, acid.
āyouāre not really doing anything.ā
sero lifts a brow. kaminari gives the stink-eye.
āmatter of factā¦ā mina continues, āyou havenāt done anything. compiling evidence. listening in on on their convos. you havenāt done anything weāve asked you to.ā
āyeah,ā sero quips. his phoneās in his lap now. āmatter of fact, you always had some excuse about why you couldnāt.ā
āmatter of fact,ā denki joins, āyouāre always trying to deny evidence. talking about us ābeing delusionalā.ā
oh, kirishimaās in trouble now. blood in his jugular. tar in his throat. āIāā
mina canāt make up what happens next.
The door opens. Itās katsukiānot surprisingātheyāre literally all seated in a circle on the mat in his dorm. plans to hang out & just chill todayāthe usual. kiri is bakugoās roommate. getting in isnāt a fuss.
but youāre right beside bakugo.
and your fingerās in his belt loop.
mina blinks. you havenāt noticed them yet. you look all calm and pretty, lashes low, eyes glued to your phone screen. your fingerās looped around the belt-hole like youāve done it a thousand times before, andā
is that katsukiās hoodie?
āwhat the fuck are you losers doing here?ā
kiriās already scrambling to defend the situationāsomething about she & the others showing up an hour early, he didnāt know, donāt blast us allābut minaās not listening. sheās wondering if the refractive index of light is so strong it somehow made it look like katsuki gave your hand a light squeeze before tapping your hand off his jeans.
youāre still quiet behind him. hair all cute, jam-pink cheeks, fawn freckled & doe-eyed. kiri and katsuki are going back and forth. seroās joined in. kaminariās farted because he thinks no one will notice.
āy/n, is that bakugoās hoodie?ā
you can hear a pin drop. and another fart from kaminari.
āno, itāsāā
āitās mine.ā katsuki steps forward, hands in pockets & posture lazy like he didnāt say something scandalous. āgot a problem, pinkie pie?ā
āi could never.ā
katsuki hums. he tugs you gently by the palm, door clicking shut behind him with the kick of his shin. he trudges toward the group, right hand in his pocket, left in yoursāand he murmurs a quiet sit in your ear before doing a once-over.
āwhatās all this?ā
āevidence.ā
āhomework.ā
ānot evidence.ā
tongue click. āevidence of ?ā
āthe refractive index of light.ā
āyou and y/n dating.ā
ānot you and y/n dating.ā
āuh-huh,ā katsuki picks up a photograph. he recognizes the scene: youāre tucked in his side, showing him something on your phone while he leans too close to be considered casual. youāre giggling here. cute.
he pockets it. āyou guys are a bunch of fuckinā idiots. and youāā he turns to kirishima,
āno, no bro listen,ā kirishimaās palm rests on his neck, an apologetic glance in your direction before he answers, āI did try to get them to leave you guys alone. they wouldnāt listen!ā
āaha! so you were a traitor!ā
bakugo glares. mina shrinks.
a muffled giggle pierces the silence. then a snort. & now youāre full on laughingā
āoh my god,ā you sniffle, āyou guys know we were literally gonna tell you, right?ā
ātell us when?ā sero speaks up, long moved away from kaminari. āit seems kiri here already knew about it.ā
bakugo grunts. āwhy do you idiots think youāre here?ā
oh.
bakugo takes a seat beside you. seroās avoiding eye contact. kaminariās avoiding the cheetos. mina bites her lip. youāre leaning over katsukiās thigh now, photo evidence flip-book in your hands. youāre pointing out familiar photos while laughing & shaking your head, and bakugoās looking back with a gaze so soft that mina doesnāt know how she didnāt see it sooner.
āi think we owe you two an apology.ā
katsukiās got his fingers twisting your knuckle. āyāthink?ā
sero, mina, and denki all look towards each other.
āweāre sorry.ā
āfor what?ā
āfor stalking you guys.ā
āand not trusting that youād tell us.ā
āand being idiots.ā
katsuki hums, satisfied. but heās not done yet. he leans back on his palms before gently poking your hip. āshould we forgive āem?ā
āmaybe. if they can send some of these photos.ā
bakugo nods, turns to mina. āyou heard the missus.ā
āgirl, take the whole book. likeāseriously. omg.ā
you hug it towards your chest, and mina can tell bakugoās fighting a smile.
āright. and since you guys know now, you can all leave.ā
the three protest. kiri interrupts. āi think itās for the best. itās been a long day.ā
āthat includes you, shitty hair.ā
āhuhāwhat?! this is my room too!ā
ādonāt care,ā katsuki tugs you up with him, grip gentle, palm flat against your back as he steers you towards his bed.
āand didnāt ask,ā he glances over his shoulder, āall of you, out.ā
Munch Katsuki headcanons that got taken down on tiktok !! MDNI
he 100% is a certified MUNCH and he is a BEAST when it comes to eating you out. he puts his ALLLLL into eating pussy.
he probably prefers to have you on your back to fully eat you out better and to get into every part of it. he wants his face to be as deep in your pussy as possible.
zero warm up. no kitten licks. the second the panties are off he gets to work. he doesn't come back up for air until he himself is done eating, which is usually a while.
he groans into your pussy like it's the greatest thing he's ever eaten. doesn't talk much during it because he gets very concentrated, but loooves making vibrations against your clit to make you squirm.
messy and shameless as FUCK. he does not care if his entire face is drenched in your juices. he will drag orgasm after orgasm out of you and will make you squirt too. he WANTS it all over him.
likes to edge you when he feels mean. brings you right to the edge with the right flicks and pushes of his fingers and tongue and then pulls away while cooing about "not yet, you come when I say." he will do this 3-4 times and when he lets you come it's HEAVENLY.
really really loves when you ride his face. he will make you sit down with your full body weight and keep you there until he feels satisfied. sometimes he comes untouched just from having you on his face.
ALWAYS uses 2-3 fingers and the tongue at the same time.
he marks your inner thighs with hickeys and bite marks almost every single time, sits back and admires his handiwork like the cocky little shit he is.
king of overstimulation. he does not care if you have already come more then three times. he does not care if your running from it, you WILL give him another one.
will eat it until your clit is sore and your swollen from how long he's had his mouth on you.
katsuki wasnāt a perv. appreciating something he likes ā being a pervertā¦at least in his eyes. the pretty lace panties you wore deserved more love, he decided one night. when he found you laying in bed in nothing but your underwear and a thin tank top, he practically jumped at the chance.
he trailed kisses up your thigh, taking his sweet time to appreciate every inch of you. he hummed against your skin, getting lost in pampering you. your breath stopped each time he got closer to where you needed him most. he had you flustered, and he knew it. he chuckled, his bright red eyes boring into yours.
āeverything okay?ā
you nodded and reached forward to cup his face. he smiled at you and turned his head to kiss your palm. you grinned and he went back to littering you with kisses. when he finally reached your panties, he nudged them with his nose and inhaled.
ākatsuki!ā you swatted him playfully, but he kept his head nested in between your thighs. he seemed unaffected by your reaction. he kissed your clothed cunt and groaned softly.
āso pretty, fuck,ā he murmured, the vibration caused heat to pool into your stomach. you whined softly and spread your legs wider for him. he smirked, pleased with himself, before hooking his finger under the fabric. he yanked them to the side and dove in. katsuki ate pussy like a man starved. he lapped at your cunt with hunger, slurping your wetness like a madman. his tongue glided across your folds with haste, making a mess of you and himself. the taste of you alone made him hard ā¦ though, he ignored the tent in his pants. right now, he was focused on you.
you squirmed underneath him, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of it all, but katsuki didnāt stop. he forced your thighs apart and inches closer.
ādonāt run from me pretty, you just taste so good.ā he practically whined into your pussy. you gummy walls fluttered at his words and you moaned his name softly. he was enjoying himselfāflattened his tongue, working a finger inside of your weeping cuntāall with his face covered in your slick. to put it mildly, this was katsukiās heaven. he could simply die here with his head buried in between your thighs, and he was prepared to. he kept at it, your broken cries only egging him on further. your fingers flew to his blonde hair and tugged lightly. he had on hand resting on your thigh and the other pulling aside your soaked panties.
āsuki, feels sāgood,ā you whined. your back arched as he reached your sweet spot. trembling under his touch, the pleasure practically blinded you. you were so close you could almost taste itā¦and katsuki wanted to too.
he briefly came up for air. ācum for me, wanna taste you, baby, please.ā you nodded frantically, eyes locking with his as you came. his name escaped your lips as your orgasm washed over you. he rode out your high, forcing your thighs apart so he could get every last drop.
katsuki letting you try on his gauntlets while he does his routine gear check and you're confused cuz he would never let someone other than himself put them on.
you're ecstatic tho so he gives you his gloves and then puts his gauntlets on you and you giggle about how their so heavy and how impressive it is that he wears them everyday, making them look weightless.
as you shower his strength in compliments he stares at you sitting on the edge of the bed, watching how you can hardly lift your hands wearing them and he drops to his knees, pulling you forward and shoving his head between your thighs, wasting no time he leaves a long lick over your clothed cunt.
you try to shoot your hands out to pull him away with a surprised gasp but realize you can't do much of anything with the gauntlets on, they fall weakly at your side while he gets to work quickly, pulling down your shorts and panties in one go and quickly latching onto your clit.
you go to pull your hands out of the gauntlets but he stops you by gripping your arms and pulling you closer and then your just kinda stuck there just moaning and whining while he has his way with you and he's laughing at you and idk katsuki come get me pls...
āeternal curseā is oddly romantic #IfYouThinkAboutIt ,, like oh š¤ for eternity š¤ you want him in your life for eternity š¤ oh iām sure š¤
your leg tapped as you stared into the abyss. you peeled at your lips enough to draw blood, you couldn't stop it, your eyes just felt way too comfortable fixated on the random wall of the dimly lit living room. maybe its the stress of the hero life, or just a slump. just then, your husband, katsuki entered the room, his usual scowl morphing into a concerned frown as he walked towards you, still in his hero costume from earlier.
"y/n? babe?"
you didn't even hear his obnoxiously loud boots smack against the floor, or him calling out to you as he walked to the couch, taking his gauntlet off and patting your head. you jerked out of the trance, looking up at him, a small smile blooming at the sight, and the warmth of his touch just now.
"oh, you're home. did you say something? sorry."
"y'were staring at the wall. that's creepy as hell y'know." he flops down next to you on the couch, pulling you closer into his side. you could smell the scent of lingering smoke and dust, burnt sugar, and a hint of the cologne you like.
you lean into his touch. "yeah...I'm sorry."
"don't fuckin' apologise." his eyes narrowed, his forefinger and thumb latching onto your chin, turning your face toward him. "you're bleeding. you really gotta stop with that peeling tick babe." his thumb runs over your slightly bloody, cracked bottom lip. your cheeks redden at the embarrassment. just how long did he see you zoning out?
"something's wrong, isn't it? tell me." he pulled your face closer, his eyes narrowed, the red piercing right through you. "I...don't know kats. I just...don't feel like myself, maybe it's the schedule, or the stress. I just...I don't know. I'm sorry." you look away, though you couldn't miss the concerned look on his usually smug face.
"first of all, I just told you not to apologise, its not your fault. second, I don't care if you don't know how to feel, I want to know. We'll figure it out together. don't hide from me, ok?" you nod, tucking your head into the crook of his neck as his arms snaked around you. you felt the tiny explosions sparkle from his sweaty palms, not enough to burn you, just providing a familiar prickling warmth against your sore back. you pulled back, a soft smile gracing your face.
"thank you. and...are you pouting kats?" his eyes widened, because he totally was pouting. that cute pout he only did when he was extremely focused, in this case on you. his brows were furrowed, making him look absolutely adorable.
"I...am not pouting! It's an intimidating look okay? stop it. and I was even doing the vulnerability thing we talked about, so stop laughin at me!" the tips of his ears reddened, the nervous little explosions still pittering against your back. you laughed, your head tilted back as you giggled at your husband's expression, snorting and giggling.
"a-and you just snorted!" katsuki's pout broke, the corners of his lips tipping up into a fond smile. he finally got you to laugh. not the fake one's you'd been giving the other's when they expressed concern, a real laugh. "and you're staring, kats. you want somethin?" you peck the corner of his lips, tracing the familiar scar under his eye.
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.
