“Get over here,” Bakugou said, glaring at you from across the bed. You had nearly scooched towards the edge of the mattress, dangerously close to falling off.
“You’re like a heater…” you whined. “No more cuddling for one night. Please?”
“WHAT?!” Bakugou looked like you told him to go jump off of a cliff. “The heat is not that bad! Just get over here!”
“No…”
You turned your back to him, hoping for a peaceful night’s rest. Oh how wrong you were.
Bakugou shuffled over to your side of the bed, muttering complaints as he finally reached your back.
He shook your shoulder gently. “Cuddle me.”
“Katsuki… no…”
Bakugou sighed.
“…Please?” His tone was surprisingly vulnerable. “If I take my shirt off, will that help? Just don’t wanna sleep alone without ya…”
You groaned cutely. “Fine, fine.”
He whipped off his shirt and you rolled into his strong arms. He exhaled contentedly, his face digging into your hair for comfort.
“This wasn’t so bad, was it?” Bakugou asked, his smile pressing into your head.
“If I die from overheating, it’s your fault. Remember that, sweetie.”
prompt: you and katsuki tell the class you're getting married, but they're surprised because they didn't even know you guys were dating.
pairing: pro-hero!bakugo x fem!pro-hero reader
genre: established relationship, kinda fluff kinda angst, kinda suggestive, non-linear (ish)
warnings: the entire class is so dumb, mina keeps trying to set you up with people, the class is kinda annoying lowk, it's a tiny bit suggestive, mentions of blood, sad backstory, intentional lowercase
word count: 2.9k (don't ask... i tried to aim for less)
a/n: just finished mha, all of them are still so hot even as they're older AND IT'S NOT FAIRRRRRRRRR. so here you go. also to note, i made you guys a lefty just because i can ? idk
you didn't come to ua to make friends; at least, that's what you told yourself on your first day. everyone looked kind enough, but you knew that at the end of your tenure, the race to the top of the hero ranks would make you all competition. so you only focused on strengthening your quirk, being the best and keeping to yourself.
but in comes katsuki fricking bakugo. a hot head with an arrogant personality, but the skills to back it up. he was strong and he knew that he was. he was smart and he knew that he was, and boy did you hate him. he was a natural hard worker that kept getting better and better as time went on, and you hated that about him.
until you didn't.
you've seen how being strong made him a target for all kinds of stupid things, and you found a new appreciation for him after secretly witnessing the fight he and midoriya had after all might retired (you never told him you knew about it, even after being together all these years). you still hated him, but you now had a bit of respect for him.
and then he changed. he was still loud, abrasive, arrogant, and a tad bit pompous, but he was also thoughtful. he was quick on his feet when it came to pairing up with anyone, and he's shown you numerous times that he doesn't see you as a weakling. that he doesn't see anyone in his class as weak.
he calls you an insulting nickname like he does everyone else, he calls you an extra like he does everyone else, and he yells at you despite you telling him not to because "why should i make an exception for someone like you?" yet when you guys were on the frontlines against the league of villains for the war, the only time he shouted at you was when he got your attention against the villains.
your selflessness and loyalty to your classmates almost got you killed many, many times in battle, but your strength and determination always let you bounce back. and you have the scars to prove it. being pierced by one of all for one's ... things in your left shoulder to take a hit for the number one hero before katsuki even woke up was the biggest one you had.
the other one was on your forearm after trying to make a way for midoriya to get to the ofa possessed shigaraki. it's crazy to think that bakugo often traces those scars before he goes to sleep now.
the aftermath of the war was a brutal one. you weren't the most banged up, but knowing that you had a friend in the rehabilitation centre was enough for you. well, he wasn't much of a friend then, but you guys got to that point eventually.
you found it easier to talk to him when he wasn't annoyed by his friends all of the time, and your shared bond of having to relearn to use your dominant hands made it easy to talk to each other.
[•••]
then, he started asking you to train with him. he said that your quirks worked well together, and learning how to mesh it can help in the long run. you found yourself agreeing.
then one day he yelled a little too harshly at kaminari and it triggered the past you tried so desperately to hide from everyone else. after all, you did declare that you weren't there to make friends. and sure you talk to your class because you should at least be civil with them now before you pummel them in the rankings when you graduate, and who knows? maybe one day you'll have to work together in a similar situation like what happened with the war. you hope something like the war never happens again.
but no one knew your past. no one knew about your parents or your trauma or the fact that when everyone else's parents took care of them in the hospital after the war, you had to take care of yourself. no one knew about the nights you went to bed hungry because you couldn't get a technique right and your dad shouted so much it made your ears bleed.
no one knew and you tried to keep it that way. but when katsuki's insult to the blond boy landed a little too close to home, you're walking away to catch your breath and find your bearings. you know that katsuki's a little rough around the edges, and that he's quick to anger, but you've never reacted to his yelling this way. or maybe you have, and you just reverted back to the times where you've had to ignore it before crying in the comforts of your room.
you stay outside for a while, hugging your knees to your chest and trying your best not to let anything get to you. but it's so hard. katsuki's words just reminded you of a time you tried so hard to bury. you didn't even know you were crying until you felt calloused fingers wiping away your tears.
the heart to heart you and katsuki had made him change his entire perspective of you. he knew you were strong, but to know what made you this way added a new level of tolerance to his mind when it came to you. he found himself wanting to kill your parents for you, despite not seeing you as anything other than a slightly tolerable extra who got hurt because he didn't wake up fast enough to save you and all might.
[•••]
and then came the final exam. winter breeze battered down on your backs, but you guys were anything but cold. and you demolished the fricking competition. somewhere, somehow, the closeness you guys accumulated over the semester bloomed into some sort of attraction by the time you guys got into your third year.
and katsuki's not a weakling, if he wants something, he'll do everything he could to get it. so on the first night of school, while you and him are in rehab, he confesses to you. and you thought he was joking. you didn't laugh at his confession or anything, but it took him twenty-five minutes to actually convince you that he was serious.
you didn't give him an answer right away. after all, you had just come to terms with the fact that you didn't hate him as much as you used to. but thinking back on it, you never actually hated him. you were just envious.
but katsuki was thoughtful. he remembered things about you that you forgot you told him, and he never once made you feel inferior to him. in fact, looking back at it, there were signs that he started liking you a little while back, you were just too blind to notice.
after mulling it over (and a few instances after the confession where he made your heart race - and made you realize that he's been doing that for quite some time) you accepted his confession. you guys didn't immediately become boyfriend and girlfriend either.
he took you out on dates, let you explore his hobbies while he explored yours, and then when he was absolutely certain that he wanted no one else but you (he's been certain for a while but extra reassurance never hurt anybody) he asked if he could be your boyfriend. and you said yes.
[•••]
you guys kept it a secret at first. no pda, no sneaking glances, acted like normal in front of the class. and when you guys decided not to be so secretive anymore, you soft launched him on your instagram. you liked the social media thing, so he let you do it. and after that, you guys got a little more bold and a lot more open about it.
a little hand holding there, being all in each other's personal space. tag teaming in the project to buy midoriya his suit because as much as katsuki never liked admitting it, aside from you, he also wanted to kick villain butt with the green haired kid. it was the two of you who brought it up together to everyone else, and they were more than happy to pitch in. technically it was your idea to tell everyone else because katsuki wanted to do everything himself.
then you guys graduated. you went to an agency you interned with second year to be a sidekick and katsuki decided to immediately go pro. a year into the hero business, you guys moved in together. a year after that, you joined his company.
the class noticed that you two got closer during rehab, but no one guessed that you guys were together. even though you constantly posted bakugo on your socials and stories. even though your most liked post on instagram was a picture of katsuki smiling at the cake you gave him for his birthday. you even captioned it "happy birthday to the best guy ever🤍"
was that not bold enough? you have no idea.
[•••]
but then you posted a picture of the two of your hands conjoined with the caption "onto a new chapter🩷" a few days ago. no one messaged you. in fact, the only person that has mentioned anything about love to you was mina. she's been up your ass for weeks on end about getting a boyfriend.
"all you do is work all day with bakugo, (name). let's go out together. i've got a few guys that's interested." she'd always say to you, and you always shut her down.
when telling her you were busy stopped working, you just started to ignore her. you even told her that you're currently in a relationship and that you like your partner but she didn't believe you. in fact, she laughed in your face when you told her it was katsuki.
"you know they have no idea we're together, right?" you asked him one day when you guys were getting ready for a dinner with the class.
you put your earring in your right ear and kept rubbing your lips together to make your gloss shine. you didn't even have to look up to know that he was staring at you.
"hah?! with how obvious we've been? what else do we have to do? make out in front of them?!" he asked incredulously.
"i'd rather not. every single time we make out, you never keep your hands to yourself." you chastised.
"and why should i? you're my fiancee. i can keep my hands all over you all i damn want." he defended.
"alright. different sentence. last time we made out, i couldn't walk for two days." you told him.
"be grateful it was only two. i was goin' easy on ya anyway." he replied.
you rolled your eyes and went back to fixing your jewelry. you twist at your engagement ring in silence.
"i'm just saying. we should tell them. the engagement party invites are gonna be sent tomorrow and i know you'd rather not getting a million text messages asking about the suddenness of it all."
"we wouldn't have to worry about any of this if they weren't so fricking blind. you post me all the time. with your cheesy captions. what more do they want from you?"
"maybe we should kiss in front of them." you thought out loud.
"and give them a show?" his voice suddenly goes down an octave, "i like the way you think." he said, and you can practically feel the smirk on his lips.
"back up off of me you freak." you pushed him away.
you stood up and smoothed out your dress, jolting slightly when you felt his rough palm smack your ass. your glare at him gets ignored.
[•••]
and then you're at the dinner table with the gang. you guys talked about life with each other, and some of the group drank to their hearts content. your rehab hand does its best to squeeze katsuki's under the table, and he can tell that you're nervous.
every single time you've tried to talk to the group, someone's always there to talk over you. you were getting annoyed. so you looked at bakugo's friends and decided to start there.
"how's pro-hero life going for you?" you asked kirishima, who was to your right.
"it's so demanding! but i wouldn't have it any other way, y'know? how's it being number four?" he asked you cheekily.
both of you ignored katsuki's glare at the sore subject. he loved letting you know that he'll catch up to you soon. you don't deter him otherwise. you knew that he was waiting on midoriya.
"it's interesting. i always told you guys i was the strongest in the class, but no one believed me." you teased.
"HAH?!" you heard beside you.
here we go. you and kirishima thought.
"you're just up there right now because i'm making you look good, airhead." he told you.
"i don't need to hear you say the same thing even when i'm eating, kats. why don't you make yourself look good for once like the self centered brat you are?" you asked him, not noticing the table looking between the two of you a little warily.
"not my fault these extras can't handle me." he retorted.
"that's what you always say. but who has the higher rank between us? oh! that's right!"
"shut your hole before i shut it for you."
"i'd love to see you try, 'suki."
"don't say something you'll regret. we all know i know how to make you shut up."
you and katsuki glared at each other for a little too long, his hand giving yours a slightly tighter squeeze. you'd love to squeeze something else.
"are they actually arguing or are they flirting? i can never tell." you heard kaminari not so subtly whisper to jirou.
"you whisper so damn loud you idiot." jirou chided, slapping kaminari's head.
"but it would make sense, no? they've been business partners for years, sparks are bound to fly." sero piped in, not realizing that the topic of their conversation can hear them.
"puh-lease. (name)'s as single as ever. if anything she's married to her work. bakugo doesn't stand a chance." mina decided to say.
before you could even defend yourself (and your soon to be husband), the group decided to get loud, and you looked at katsuki to see that he was starting to get annoyed. so were you, but you knew you had to change the topic and fast.
"actually, there was something i wan-"
"and don't get me started on (name). i've been trying to get her with this guy for weeks. but she keeps blowing me off. if that doesn't spell 'married to the job' then i don't know what does." mina added to the debate.
"guys if you can just-"
"maybe she's just not interested in the guy?" momo supplied.
"she doesn't even know him!" mina whined.
"then why are you so upset that she doesn't want to be set up? maybe you should respect her wishes, ribbit." tsuyu said.
"CAN YOU ALL JUST SHUT UP?!" katsuki exploded.
everyone looked at him in shock. he hadn't exploded on them in a long time.
"(name)'s been tryna get you guys's stupid attention this entire time. stop talking over her, dammit." he started, "and pinky. if she doesn't wanna be with your sad excuse of a setup then leave her alone."
he started to lift up your intertwined hands, glaring at everyone as he did so.
"as a matter of fact. (name)'s been telling me you guys are idiots, but i didn't think it was true. so listen to me cause i'm only sayin' it once, you got it?"
then he slammed your hands on the table. it hurt a lot more than he thought it would've but the sound brought everyone's eyes to his and her hands. then you look to see almost everyone's jaws sliding across the floor.
"this idiot is my fiancee, alright? tell whoever's interested in her to piss off. stop pestering her about stuff she doesn't like, and give her the respect she deserves. don't let me tell you extras again." he stated, glaring at them all.
after a few minutes, no one else said a word. it was silent.
"well, i just wanted to say that we're having an engagement party on saturday. the official invite will be sent out tomorrow." you said.
that broke everyone out of their trance.
"what the fu-"
"you guys are together?! since when?!"
"wait you weren't joking?!"
"i'm proud of you bakubro!"
everyone talked over one another in their classic class A way, but it's overwhelming. as a matter of fact, your annoyance is getting to you, so you decided to address one thing.
"oh and mina?" you called out to her.
she looked up at you to notice your anger, and it had her stiff in her chair.
"the next time you ask me about something and i tell you no, don't pester me like that again, got it? and don't ever insult my man in front of me again." your glare sent shivers down her spine.
[•••]
you didn't join ua to make friends. but somehow you left with a family. an annoying, very dense family. and you left with the love of your life.
and as you watch everyone have a grand time at your engagement party, with your head on your fiance's shoulder as you talk to mitsuki about everything under the sun, you're glad you didn't stick to your original plan to not be close to anyone.
how else would you have bagged your hottie if you did?
katsuki and his avoidant girlfriend… he never would have guessed someone as outgoing and charismatic as you could be so confusing and when it came to love. you’re adverse to physical touch, which was fine with him until it wasn’t. he feels crazy having to come looking after you to cuddle or for kisses, he’d assumed things would be the opposite between the two of you considering how sociable you are around other people. but the second you’re behind closed doors, you’re a much more reserved version of yourself.
katsuki hates watching you second guess yourself when going in to give him a kiss, absolutely despises it when you decide against the act all together. he thinks it should be obvious that he wants to kiss you, that kissing you is on his mind 24/7, 365. he wishes you would go in for the kiss more. go in for the kiss always.
“what’s with you?” katsuki’ll grumble in his confused annoyance, unintentionally glaring at you where you rest on the couch. you’ll turn your head to look at him curiously, letting it fall to the side as your eyes come to meet his in a non verbal acknowledgment. “why’re you all quiet and moody now?”
“if anyone’s moody, it’s you.” you’ll jokingly deflect, hesitating for a moment before outstretching your arms towards him in invitation. but you’ll know what he’s referencing; the way you put on a show for everyone out doors, cracking jokes and keeping your smile, masking a quieter, less calculated version of yourself underneath. it only comes out to play when your nervous system is completely at ease, and you seem to only ever find yourself that calm and comfortable in katsuki’s presence.
when you tell him you don’t know why you’re like that, why you feel compelled to preform in order to keep those around you satiated, katsuki thinks it’s stupid. he loves every version of you, the bubbly “act” you keep telling yourself isn’t apart of you, and the quiet, softer side that you keep reserved just for him. he’ll tell you if these extras around you are laughing at the jokes you make, who are you to tell them or yourself you’re not actually funny?
as for your aversion to physical touch, katsuki decides it just won’t do anymore. he’s decided that he’ll take control of the situation for you, never give you the time to hesitate in whether or not you want to go through with your move on him; he’s already made one on you. he keeps his hands on your waist both inside and out of your shared apartment, pressing hungry yet sweet kisses to the nape of you neck as subtle claim. and when you turn around to kiss him without hesitation, he all but revels in the way his hard work has paid off <3
m.list | incredibly self indulgent katsuki rant-esq post, ignore me!
one thing that bakugo loves is holding your face in his hands. it makes him laugh, a little cruel sound that makes you melt. his hands are rough, big, and very warm. it was humorous how safe you feel in the hands of someone who could strike you down at any second.
the thing isnt that your face is small, it's the comparison that turns you on. his hands are gigantic when he wraps fingers around your face. on top of that the pads of his fingers are little bit rough; you like so much you try to hide it. there's this feeling of closeness when he holds you like that, catious eyes gauging your reaction. it's only when bakugo teasingly comments on how much you enjoy him holding you like that that you let out a soft gasp.
"tch. you're into this, aren't you?" he mockingly asks you one time, and you shake your head while scouting closer to him, taking in his familiar scent. you wonder what this looks like, as you fall into bakugo lap. sure, you feel embarrassed, heating up as you look at him closely. his thumb is pressed a little firmer against your cheek, a bit possessive.
his smirk only sharpens when he notices it; the way you lean into his touch without thinking, the way your breath catches just a little. of course, in true fashion bakugo doesn’t say anything at first, just watches, eyes narrowed like he’s already figured you out.
his grip loosens for a second, like he’s about to pull away completely, testing you. bakugo's smirk only widens as he watches you squirm. it's one of the hottest things you've seen all day.
that’s when he clicks his tongue, annoyed but satisfied. “thought so.”
you shift, staring him steadily in the eyes, trying to stand your ground.
"thought what?" you spit out.
yes, he's your boyfriend, but there's charm in making him wonder things about you. mina always told you the secret to a lasting relationship was having an element of surprise.
bakugo gives you another look as his hands move away from your body. unable to bask in his body warmth, you glare at him, hands folded closely to your chest. you try to ignore the way he sharply glances at your chest. to anyone else, it would look like you were the grumpy one in the relationship.
then both of you are keenly staring at each other. you know he won't ask you to move closer until you say something, of course, bakugo is stubborn like that. but you want his hands on your face again, and you know.
you can see it in the way he watches you, patient, waiting for you like he’s already decided how this ends.
your jaw tightens, “ahh, fuck it. c’mere.”
almost immediately, his warm hands are placed on your waist, eyes teasingly shining as he pushes you into your lap.
boyfriend katsuki ! who hates physical touch but will let you cuddle with him despite others complainants about not letting them hug him. to some extent he's the one who initiates it, leaving everyone including you absolutely flabbergasted on most occasions it occurs.
boyfriend katsuki ! who's soft for your smile and will do absolutely anything in his will to make you the laugh even if its the most embarassing thing just to see the smile the owns his heart more than anything. his pride doesnt exist when it comes to you smile.
boyfriend katsuki ! who, despite his hot temper or constant adrenaline, tone himself down around you so that you don't get overwhelmed even though you tell him it's not necessary for him to do so... he doesn't listen (he lets his guard down, he enjoys being calm around you even though he knows you don't mind his loud self. no one needs to know this information though)
boyfriend katsuki ! who will cook for you anything you want, making everyone jealous that you don't need to beg katsuki for him to cook delicious food for you. he loves cooking for you more than anyone because he adores the face you make as you make as you devour the food made for you.
boyfriend katsuki ! who loves you to bits even when he sometimes doesn't know how to express it properly so he ends up doing things he wouldn't do even for his bestfriends because you're to special for him not to do anything for you to show the unending love hovers towards you.
boyfriend katsuki ! who makes it clear to everyone that you will always be his and no one can come even close to how you make him feel. that you will be the only one to ever receive his girlfriend privileges and no one else.
When you ask, he delivers, but this time he missed, landing you in an awkward situation and himself in the middle of an absurd public debate over his...dick.
bakugou katsuki/f!reader (married) ⋆⭒˚.⋆ 1.4k words ⋆⭒˚.⋆ AO3 LINK | AO3 SERIES LINK | TUMBLR SERIES MASTERPOST ⋆⭒˚.⋆ can be read as a standalone
contains: explicit themes, aftermath of sex, hospital setting, implied cervix bruising, referenced past sex, dick pic, possessive+jealous+bratty reader, little shit+menace b. katsuki
“I—I apologize, Mrs. Bakugou. Could you…please tell me again what happened?”
Your teeth unclenched to let your mouth open, ready to repeat the very sentence that had the nurse’s face explode in a hundred shades of red. Shouldn’t you be the one embarrassed, sitting on the edge of an emergency room bed, dressed in a Dynamight onesie at two in the morning?
Why was she?
And why the hell did she keep glancing at your husband with those meek, doe-like eyes?
“His di—”
A loud, snorted laugh burst out of Katsuki.
You took a deep breath. A deep, deep breath. Then exhaled the air you’d hoarded in your lungs like you weren’t in a hospital room, but in some meditation class teaching you to find your Zen. Slowly, and very much like a doll’s head in a horror movie, your neck twisted toward him.
Bakugou Katsuki, your wonderful, amazing, little-shit husband, had his lips pressed tightly together, his cheeks puffed out slightly like a squirrel discovering its first nut, and his ears red, matching one of the hues blooming across the nurse’s face.
At your ferocious glare, he squirmed in his seat—not out of fear. Oh, no. It was just to get comfortable, so he could keep snickering under his breath at the awkward situation he had gotten you into.
You were sure he found it hilarious how he’d slammed his cock straight into your cervix at full force, nearly making you black out mid-fuck. His dick was probably doing a cute little dance in his pants, proud to be yet another piece of evidence of its owner’s power.
“His penis,” you said, not breaking eye contact with him, daring him to so much as smirk. “It went too deep.”
Katsuki’s eyes crinkled before he coughed into his fist and looked away. His tongue poked out, licking the corner of his mouth, where a smirk couldn’t help but appear.
Fucking smug bastard.
The painful, pulsating cramps weren’t enough to tamp down the fiery pettiness you felt. You’d get him, and you were looking forward to having the last laugh.
The nurse cleared her throat, shifting your attention back to her. She was even redder now. Was she about to pass out because you’d mentioned Katsuki’s dick again? Was she…imagining it?
If you snarked—“That’s right, lady. Dynamight, pro hero in the streets, sex fiend in the sheets, fucks hard. And he’s got the perfect dick to smooch his wife’s insides, as part of the routine. Problem?”—you’d definitely get in trouble. Katsuki hadn’t had a scandal in a long time, though you weren’t sure this hospital visit wouldn’t end up becoming something of that nature.
Online hysteria over Katsuki’s dick wasn’t on your wish list. There was already too much talk about his physique.
“I—I understand. Um, I’ll get you a doctor. Please wait here.”
She scrambled out of the room—but not without sneaking the subtlest glance at the front of his pants.
You smiled at her back, wide and sweet, as your teeth clenched again. Giving in to your possessiveness would one hundred percent become grounds for a scandal, but that wasn’t your main problem.
Your real issue was how his ego would inflate like the sun reaching red giant state. He adored you acting out because of him.
As soon as the door snapped shut, Katsuki carried himself and the chair over, plopping down in front of you. His hands found your thighs, kneading them as a shit-eating grin lit up his annoyingly handsome face, showing zero remorse for what he’d done.
Theoretically, the incident was your fault. You’d asked him to fold you like a napkin and rail you like he was late to saving the world.
Practically, it was his for miscalculating the angle, the depth, and the speed with which he’d fulfill your ardent wish.
What even was the point of knowing your vagina’s measurements if he wasn’t putting them to good use?
“What?” you snapped. “Proud that you landed me in the ER, or that your dick will be trending before breakfast?”
His grin widened.
“Wipe that off your face, Bakugou Katsuki.”
“Oh yeah? Or what, wifey? What you gonna do, huh?”
“Personally contribute to the future drama and break the internet. What else?”
The chair screeched, a sound that scratched straight across your brain, as he moved closer, his strong legs spreading to bracket your own. Your knees pressed into his crotch, and you felt his dick harden a fraction just from that.
He couldn’t get enough of you, it seemed, but luckily for him, the feeling was mutual. Once you were cleared, it was back to bending over for him.
Your hurt pussy clenched.
Damn him.
“Your possessive ass ain’t gonna do shit,” he said, cupping your jaw and pulling your head forward. He planted a barely-there kiss on your lips, meant to tease, to piss you off, because this man, your permanently lit fuse of a husband, would never simply brush his lips over yours. He always made them open up and sucked on your tongue like it was sustenance.
“Want to b—”
He kissed you again, with a bit more pressure, shutting you up.
“You feelin’ better?” he asked, and you melted into a puddle of love, adoration, and reverence at the sincere concern threaded through his tone. His soft tone. “Still got pain?”
You finally paid some attention to the pain throbbing inside you and winced. “Some, but it doesn’t feel as bad,” you replied. “How long do you think this will take? I want to go home.” And be rearranged by your dick. You’d missed out on that last, mind-numbing orgasm.
“Dunno.” One of his hands popped two of the onesie buttons and slipped inside, flattening over your lower abdomen. Heat bled into your skin, seeping into your muscles like a relaxant drug. “And honestly, don’t care.”
In translation, he wasn’t leaving this place with you unless the doctor convinced him you were a hundred percent alright.
“Katsu?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you, by any chance, feeling guilty?” you asked, letting the coyness in your voice shine.
He clicked his tongue. “You know it pisses me off when you get hurt.”
“So,” you dragged the word, “guilty?”
Katsuki seemed to be in the process of finding his own Zen, with how he inhaled and exhaled, the air smacking you in the face on the way out.
“Bite me.”
*
You were deep in your work when your phone dinged. Grumbling at the terrible timing, you pulled it out, and almost dropped it when you saw the message.
Katsuki: Leak this, wifey. I dare you.
Attached was a photo of his erect cock, and your mouth watered before your eyes even landed on the base and the patch of neatly trimmed blond hair, the starting point of their trip all the way to the tip.
The weight of it rested in his palm, like his goal was to seduce you with the thick inches, not to obviously retaliate against your week-long campaign to threaten national security with his nudes every time he so much as hinted at smugness over temporarily crippling your pussy and leaving you high and dry for three days.
You were horny.
Hornier than ever as your eyes traveled the veiny length. Until they landed on the tip.
You blinked, slowly.
Amusement bubbled in your gut.
Erupted.
You doubled over, fell on your ass, and laughed so hard your abdomen cramped.
People had been talking, as you’d expected, your hospital visit and the reason behind it weren’t exactly a secret, thanks to someone blessing the eager public with that information. There was so much talk, in fact, that you had the displeasure of stumbling across threads filled with cropped shots of his crotch, taken from candid photos while he was out on hero duty.
The comments were a delight in their own right, too. Assumptions about what he packed, and users dragging up the weirdest “signs” like how big feet definitely meant big dick.
If only they knew that while they were busy trying to math out his length and girth like part-time scientists, the man himself treated the spicy debate like his own personal circus, with you as its only spectator.
Otherwise, why would you be the proud owner of a new picture…in which his dick cosplayed him?
A mini version of his trademark hero mask was tied just below his needy tip—red googly eyes in the sockets—paired with a strip of orange ribbon crisscrossing down the rest of his hard shaft.
Dick, Dynamight: Exclusive Edition, your mess of a brain named it. As if it were just another piece of his merch.
How lamentable that the only one in stock already had an owner.
aizawas always sleepy, what else is he always feeling? Horny
warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), slight breeding kink, slight praise kink. Sleepy sex, oral f and m receiving,grinding, hand job, fingering Mdni PLEASE. IM TRYNA PROTECT UR INNOCENCE.
a/n I FUCKING SCORED WITH THAT AIZAWA PIC. Tysm Pinterest 😍😍
Aizawa grumbled as he rolled over, the light from the sun spilling into the room past the curtains. He draped an arm across your waist, using his thumb to rub your tummy. Aizawa buried his head into the back of your shoulder, leaving gentle and warm kisses. “Wake up…” he whispered softly as he tried to wake you up “please darlin’” he pat your belly to wake you up. You whines and rolled over to face him “wha?” You tried to rub the sleep from your eye, aizawa grabbed the back of your head softly and pressed your face into his broad chest while his free hand rubbed your back “mornin darlin’” he leaned down to kiss your forehead, his stubble rubbing against your skin “morning…” you mumbled back, a slight giggle came out of you.
aizawa rolled over and brought you with him, making you lay on his belly and chest. He looked down at you sleepily and smiled “your so pretty like this..” he said as he cupped your cheek, you leaned into the warmth of his palm “so pretty..” he admired you. Aizawa found you to be the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. A familiar warmth began to form in his belly, you could feel the hardness under you; your face turning pink.
“noticed did ya?” He mumbled against your skin, tickling you with his breath “yeah…” you replied, your face becoming pinker and pinker. “Do me a favour would you darlin’?” He grabbed you by your underarms with his large hands and sat you up. He looked up at you, raising an eyebrow to ask for consent. You nodded and smiled, giving him the green light to continue.
Aizawa firmly grabbed your hips, pressing his hips against yours. You whimpered at the contact of his hardness so close to your warmth. His hands began to move your hips against his, a grunt escaping his throat. You moaned softly, feeling his dick pressing up against you. “G-good girl.. good girl.” He let out, his grip on your hips becoming tighter and tighter. You squeaked as he rutted against you “mmph.. hold on..” he pulled you away from his hips, taking the time to pull his boxers off. “Be a good girl and suck me off will you?” He asks, freeing his dick from the cloth. You nodded and climbed to a more comfortable spot right between his legs. Aizawa sat up so he could watch you. You licked the base to the tip, a groan coming from aizawa. You kept licking the side of it, before taking the whole tip of it into your mouth. He groans loudly and grabs a fistful of your hair, pushing your head down on his dick. “Mmph..” he let go once you found a pace that wouldn’t make you choke on it.
you slowly pulled his length out of your mouth, using your spit as lubricant you slowly began to stroke his dick. Aizawa groaned and leaned onto your shoulder “so good… such a good girl..” he lightly pulled on the ends of your hair, leaning in to kiss your cheek. As you pumped his dick his breath became hitched, deep grunts turned more into desperate whines. Eventually cum spilled from the pink tip of his dick, he panted slightly and reached to scruff your hair “your turn now hm?”
you found yourself gripping the bedsheets under you as his tongue went deeper and deeper inside your core, his large hands gripping your thighs to keep them apart. Aizawa pulled his tongue out of you to lick your clit, drawing a whine from your throat. “You always taste so good..” he mumbled, sticking two fingers into his mouth before sliding them inside of you. You moaned and arched your back “please please-“ you whined,Squeezing your eyes shut. “Shhh it’s okay, your doing so good for me darlin’” he pumped his fingers inside of you, curling them in certain places. Aizawa leaned back down to lick your clit, gazing up at you to watch your reaction. You clamped your thighs down on his head “I’m close.. I’m close..” your breaths became ragged as aizawa pulled his fingers out of you, replacing it with his now much harder dick.
both of you let out a pleasured moan before he impatiently began to thrust inside you “g-gonna.. put… a baby in my good girl…” he leaned down to kiss your neck, you moaned and gripped his back, leaving scratch marks on his already scarred back from fighting as a hero. His pace became quicker and harder “cmon cum with me…” he mumbled, his dick stretching you out. His thrusts became sloppy after a minute, signing that he was close. He bottomed out balls deep into you and then filled you up with cum.
both of you panted, you looked up at him “round two?” You smiled “I have work darlin’ sorry” he pulled out and kissed your cheek, helping you put some clothes back on after cleaning the two of you up.
So, just to confirm, Tumblr has definitely backtracked on their decision and it's safe to post art here for the moment, right? RIGHT?!
Anyway! I've uploaded the first chapter of my new BKDK Horror Western fic on A03, and I wanted to create some cover art (something I never did for DEADICATION and honestly I wish I had).
If you're interested, here's the link (and please make sure you mind the tags, this is a dead dove fic!)
