#bnha fluff

[belladonnasky]

Prohero!Bakugo who had big biceps.

Golden. Thick. Scarred.

Which wasn't exactly surprising.

Years of brutal training. Endless patrols. Rescue missions that left him carrying concrete slabs like they weighed nothing.

A body like his wasn't built overnight.

It was earned.

Still...

You weren't exactly thinking about any of that.

Not when your face was currently squished against one of them.

"...Comfortable?" his voice rumbled from somewhere above you.

You hummed, nuzzling deeper into the warm muscle.

"Mhm."

"...You're usin' my arm like a damn pillow."

"'Cause it is."

A scoff. "Brat"

You were also convinced half of Japan wanted these arms.

The skin-tight hero costume certainly didn't help.

Every interview. Every press conference. Every rescue caught on camera had people online collectively losing their minds whenever he crossed his arms or flexed without realizing it.

Sure you loved his arms but the rest of Japan loved those arms for entirely similar reasons.

The hero rankings practically exploded every time a new agency photo dropped.

Reporters somehow managed to ask the most ridiculous questions just to keep him standing in front of cameras a little longer.

You'd seen the edits.

The thirst compilations.

The embarrassingly dedicated fan accounts.

Sometimes you were pretty sure the cocky bastard made it worse on purpose.

Coming home straight from the agency after squeezing in one last workout.

Veins standing out beneath tanned skin.

Sleeves rolled up just a little tighter around his arms than usual, buttons looking one deep breath away from surrendering.

Just enough to watch your traitorous eyes linger a little too long, smirking like he already knew where the night was going.

But none of that compared to the mornings.

Those belonged entirely to you.

Just with Katsuki.

Soft around the edges in a way the rest of the world would never believe.

Sleep-mussed blond hair sticking up in every direction.

Grey sweatpants hanging low enough to make you question his intentions early morning.

You shuffled into the kitchen, still half asleep, and without a word your hand found its usual place, giving his ass a lazy squeeze.

"Morning, beautiful."

He barely reacted anymore, already used to it.

Just huffed out a quiet laugh beneath his breath, the sound rough with sleep as he continued flipping the breakfast pan.

"Mornin', pretty," he rasped.

Your smile widened.

Naturally, your next move was to latch onto his arm.

Both hands wrapped around his bicep as you shamelessly buried your face into it.

"Hungry," you mumbled giving a playful nibble to his arm.

"For breakfast?"

"...Eventually."

His brow lifted.

You were already staring again.

Your gaze wandered shamelessly over broad shoulders, across his chest, down the defined planes of his waist before settling—once again—on those stupidly huge biceps.

He caught you. Of course he did.

That infuriatingly handsome arrogant half-smirk tugged at his lips.

"...See somethin' you like?"

Before you could get another word in, he hooked an arm around your waist.

The world tipped.

One effortless lift-

And suddenly you were sitting on the kitchen counter.

Somehow, he still towered over you.

"...Tch."

He leaned down, lips brushing your ear.

"Greedy little thing."

His hands settled against your hips as he stepped between your knees, amusement dancing in crimson eyes.

"just gonna keep starin'..."

He leaned in, big hands already parting your legs and trailing higher.

"...or you gon' work f'it baby?"

Prohero!Bakugo who had big biceps.

Strong enough to lift cars.

Strong enough to tear through concrete.

Strong enough to save lives.

The rest of Japan admired them because they made him a hero.

You loved them the best when no matter what...

they always found their way around you.

or when they had you in a nasty chokehold.

[kenforty]

Next year maybe.

You randomly decide to bake a cake for Bakugou on father's day.

You aren't pregnant, you aren't even married, still in the middle of your masters, but decide Bakugou is a good enough man, you'd bake him a cake on any day.

You don't really put a lot of thought into the sentiment, more focused on picking the flavour and getting to work.

Pulling out cake mix, you looked through your options; vanilla, chocolate, cheesecake, red velvet, earl gre—deciding to stick with chocolate, basic and well within your skill level.

You: Do you remember what day it is? 8:34 am.

Suki💕😋: what do you take me for? 8:34 am.

You: Was just reminding. Come home soon, I've got a surprise. 8:43 am.

Suki💕😋: What do you mean?! 8:43 am.

Suki💕😋: Quit fooling around, what does that mean ??!! 8:45 am

It doesn't take long for it to be done, still resting in the oven by the time you are done plating dinner.

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You leaned over the kitchen counter, donned in his t-shirt and a pair of underwear, scooping a spoonful of cake, "Happy father's day, Katsuki." You grinned, not bothering to wait for him to join you, as you hummed at the taste of the cake.

Bakugou feels his heart thumping against his ribcage, implications of the sweet desert setting into his bones, the message— the surprise, you utterly relaxed in his kitchen, the chocolate smudged against the corner of your mouth.

He imagines it, for a brief moment, family of three instead of two, next year, may be father's day, a teeny tiny version of you, perched on the kitchen counter, cake smudged on the corner of the tiny mouth, maybe everywhere, on the bib, on the soft cheeks, your hands too, you giggling as you tried to control the chaos, probably begging him to take the pictures while the image for home settled into his soul.

Your call for his name brings him back to present, back to family of two, back to the kitchen you stood so carefree in.

"Katsuki," You whined, the spoon clinking against the plate as you abandoned it, stepping around the table to reach for him instead, "my cooking isn't that bad." Huffing, you pulled him towards the kitchen counter, "Try some before you chang—"

Your words are cut off with an umpf, Bakugou pulling you close, lips smushed messily against yours, licking whatever remnants of chocolatey sweetness coated your mouth.

He groaned against your skin, one hand cradling the side of your head, keeping your lips locked against his own, the other slid down to rest on your waist, thumb tracing shapes on your belly.

"Drivin' me insane," he hummed, peppering kisses on your face, from your temple to your cheeks to your chin, not even an inch of skin untouched by his lips, "Can't believe there's going to be two of you."

What.

"What?" You pulled back, brows furrowed as you placed your hand flat on his chest, confused eyes meeting his cherry red ones, "What are you talking about?"

"The baby?" He looked at you, like you were the crazy one, his palm fully settled on your lower belly, gently pressing against the skin, "The surprise you were talking about, cake on father's day?"

"The cake was the surprise," You watched his expression fall, leaning forward as he settled his suddenly heavy head against your shoulder, "Katsuki, did you think this was a pregnancy announcement?"

He weakly nodded his head, still tucked away in the crook of your neck, breathing shallow against your skin.

"I am sor—"

Instantly his head shot up, face cradled in his palms, "Don't, this was a misunderstanding on my end." He pulled you closer, cheek smushed against your forehead, swaying gently.

"Contemplated the possibility of mini-us for 5 hours start." He sighed, pulling you towards the kitchen, grabbing a clean spoon for you while he took your used one, humming in delight as he took a bite of the cake.

"Well, if it makes it any better, we could try for next year."

Oh, that would definitely make it better.

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[kenforty]

𓍯𓂃𓏧 distraction.

Bakugou Katsuki and his penchant for seeing your in skirts.

It's starts off with just fleeting glances, every once in a while, his eyes would drift over to where you worked on the balcony garden, tending to plants littered everywhere.

Tracing your silhouette whenever your his behind the curtains, before going back to reading his book or at least pretending to, so he wouldn't get caught shamelessly oogling you.

Eventually it becomes evident, you feel goosebumps prickle on your skin every time you step into his line of sight, more than once catching his lingering gaze, you ignore first but it gets out of hand at one point.

"Do you want the flowers to wilt?" You stepped into the living room, dirt and soil smudged against the soft skin of your hands, you don't bother cleaning them, knowing you'll be back out sooner or later.

"What do you mean?" Bakugou laid the book flat on his chest, spine creasing from being worn with age, "I didn't even say anything."

You tilted your head, palms coming to rest on your hips, the dirt from your hand smearing on the light fabric of your skirt, "There are other ways to bother someone." Leaning forward slightly, you chimed.

"I am just reading my book in this corner." He shrugged his shoulders, eyes drifting lower with every words, mouth watering at the sight of your hand prints smudged on your skirt, "You are blaming an innocent man."

"Innocent?!" You asked incredulously, lips twitching slightly as you watched a boyish grin spread on his lips, eyes looking up at you like you hung stars in the sky. "You are anything but innocent."

Bakugou swiftly placed the book on the table, sitting up straight on the couch as he reached for your wrists, "What makes you come to that conclusion?" He pulls your hands closer, pressing kisses on the insides of your wrists.

"You've been eyeing me all afternoon." You closed your eyes, weakly tugging your wrists from his grasp, peering at him through your lashes when he refused to let you go.

"Can't I even admire my wife anymore?" He pulled you closer, one hand letting go of your wrist and patting against your thigh, pulling you into his lap.

"Katsuki—wait my hand are dirty." You still slid into the cradle of his lap, thighs on either side of his, skirt riding up, exposing your supple skin.

He ignored your protest, grasping whatever part of your body he could get his hands on and plopping you on his lap, peppering kisses along your jaw.

Sighing you pressed forward, lips meeting his messily, hands curled into fists and tucked against your chest.

"Be good." He mumbled against your mouth, thumbs pushing into your curled up fists, flattening your palms against his chest.

You weakly humped his length, lips barely touching as you got sighed against his mouth, low moans escaping every once in a while.

He shifted, one arm wrapping around your waist to left you up, pushing his pants down to his thighs, so you could directly sit on his length.

"Keep me warm?" Bakugou asked, lips pressing against your cheek, fiddling with the hem of your skirt, all soft and warm and perfect for an afternoon nap.

You nodded your head, gently rocking back and forth in his lap, underwear wet and sticking to your folds, you shuffled getting off his lap for a moment to pull it down your legs.

Once settled, you reach between your bodies, hand wrapped around his cock, feeling him throb against your palm, wet and sticky from his precum oozing out.

Aligning him with your entrance, you slowly sink lower, lips parted as shallow breaths escaped them, feeling warm and fuzzy as you settled in his lap, clit tingling in neglect as your walls tried to relax around him.

"Go slow." He murmured against the sweaty skin of your forehead, one hand grasping at the fabric of your skirt, holding it taut so he admire where you were connected.

He stays still, eyes locked in the way you shifted in his lap, knees bend completely, weight balanced on your palms against his shoulders.

He pulled you closer, letting you rest completely on him, eyes fluttering shut once you both settled.

[kenforty]

(๑•́ -•̀) Chunkier.

Bakugou is 100% sure that he left you alone in the office, tucked in the corner seat of his couch, deeply immersed in the book you were reading, barely even looking up at him when he announced he's going to get dinner.

Dinner.

That was the plan, early evening dinner in the office, because he had patrol later that night and you had night shift at the hospital.

So, he's quite surprised to find you walking outside the office, cradling what looked like a big, chonky and very familiar baby in your arms, with Shitty hair leaning against the wall.

Kirishima finds him first, waving an enthusiastic arm as he stepped closer, ignoring Bakugou's out stretched hand and going for a tight hug.

"Look who came—" Kirishima's voice echoed in the hallway, bouncing against the glass panelling, "And I brought my produ—"

"Don't call him your product," Bakugou interjected before he could finish his sentence, already eyeing Asahi cuddled up in your arms, "What are you upto, dumpling?" He murmured, shifting the bags of take out to one hand and reaching for his chubby cheeks.

"We have him for the weekend again!" You grinned giddy as ever your tried your hardest to not make Asahi uncomfortable with how much you were smothering him in love.

Bakugou snorted, setting the bags on the chairs in the hallway and reaching for Asahi again, "Gonna stay with us holy sh—oot he's gotten heavier what have you been feeding him?"

Kirishima shrugged, grinning as Bakugou pulled Asahi closer, lips smushed against his chubbiest cheeks, "We sprinkle a bit of protein in everything."

You looked at Bakugou in slight concern, grinning as you imagine Kirimina and their mini-me having protein shakes for breakfast.

"We both are back on duty," Kirishima mention, scratching the back of his head as he met your eyes, "He's good, but it's still a bit tiring, we would bother alo—"

"It's never a bother," Bakugou cut him off, looking at the red head, "we can take care of him whenever need be."

"Thanks Bakubro." Kirishima leaned in to give him a side hug, before turning towards you and giving a full one, "I'll pick him up on Monday, Kay? Call me if you need something."

"Will do." You took Asahi's bag pack from him, already planning the day with him, "You ready to babysit again, Katsuki?"

"Always am."

[kenforty]

༄.° Turn around.

bakugou and the very specific type of condoms that he uses.

non-latex, ultra-thin, lubricated and extra large condoms, preferably a pack of 24, something he can keep stashed away in his drawer for later.

another specification, is the particular brand he buys, they can't be just any non-latex, ultra-thin, lubricated and extra large condoms, they have to be kanpeki's non-latex, ultra-thin, lubricated and extra large condoms.

the same brand of condoms that's sold in particular stores of Tokyo, hours away from your humble abode.

they don't even ship online.

that's why he prefers bigger packs. ugh.

you love him, you really do, you love his peculiar habits too—you really do, but the 2.5 hour ride you are currently on because the box of condoms in your bedside table is empty.

"babe, we could get the regular ones." you eyed the rows of latex and non-latex, patiently waiting for him to get snacks for the impromptu road trip, "it's just one night, we'll get them tomorro—"

"it is already tomorrow," he turned to you, palm flat against your lower back, head tilting towards the giant digital clock on the wall of the store, 02:34 am, 34 minutes ago you almost came.

instead of stars twinkling in your vision, they are littered in the night sky outside the store.

"really contemplating getting implant now." you groaned in faux annoyance, arms full of good you planned on devouring before you even hit the halfway point, "do you know how ridiculous this is, we are going to Tokyo, for condoms, coNDOMS!"

you turned to him, expecting the familiar, endeared-cum-exhausted look he had whenever you tweaked upon facing mildly inconvenience, instead you were met with sheer horror painting his face.

and you knew.

you didn't have to turn around to know you'd quite loudly disclosed your very personal business to an unassuming bystander.

he took mercy on you, nodding his slightly towards whoever was behind you before the grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the counter, you were done shopping anyways.

the walk back to the car was full of silence and shame and second hand embarrassment.

you both wordlessly got in the car, snacks tossed onto the backseat, both quiet, both contemplating.

"I didn't mean to—"

"you did, you did mean to," bakugou interrupted you, eyes on the empty parking lot, "I still love you though." he sighed, turning towards you, lips curled into a grimace, "even though you traumatized an old man."

"i didn't mean to!" you groaned, head cradled in your hands, "I didn't mean to announce our personal endeavours, I just thought it's crazy we are going to another city for condoms."

"I know, I know," he started the car, smoothly getting back on the main road, "I'll figure out how to get them shipped monthly."

Dividers by: @/diviniyae 💖✨

a/n: lowkey I don't like how this fic turned out, I feel like lately my work hasn't been the best, I find something many things wrong with this fic agh! College has been busy I have exams soon and it's been difficult to find motivation to write, also i feel like I am bakugou too ooc in this fic smh, alas enjoy, hopefully it'll be better soon.

[belladonnasky]

Prohero!Bakugo was a man of routine.

His body woke before the alarm ever had the chance to ring.

Years of discipline had made it instinct—eyes opening with the first wash of dawn, muscles already preparing for the morning workout he'd repeated countless times.

Except today, he couldn't move.

Not with you draped over him.

The room was quiet, washed in pale gold as sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains. It softened everything it touched—including him.

"Mmph... stop moving, Kii..." you mumbled, burrowing deeper against him.

Somehow, every morning, you ended up tucked right over his heart.

"I've gotta get up."

Your only response was a sleepy sound of protest before your arms tightened around his waist.

Crimson eyes rolled toward the ceiling.

"...You're unbelievable."

Instead of peeling you off like he probably should have, his rough palms settled on your hips.

Big. Warm. Familiar.

His thumbs traced lazy circles through the fabric of your sleep shirt on instinct. "…Makin' it hard t'leave, baby"

You sighed content, tucking your face beneath his chin, the scent of burnt caramel and something distinctively him evading your senses.

"There you go," you mumbled. "Much better."

A breath that was suspiciously closer to a laugh escaped him.

"Brat." "Mm."

"You ain't even awake."

You cracked an eye open and nearly forgot how to breathe.

His hair was an absolute mess, blond spikes flattened in odd places from sleep, refusing to hold their usual sharp shape. Crimson irises blinked open slowly, still hazy around the edges, lashes heavier than they'd ever be once he was fully awake. There wasn't an ounce of tension in his jaw yet, no familiar scowl etched between his brows.

Like this, he looked... younger.

Less like the Pro Hero the world knew.

You wanted to keep this version for a little longer, a secret between you and the morning light.

"Fifteen minutes?" you offered.

Bakugo glanced toward the digital clock glowing on the nightstand. Every second ticked his carefully planned schedule further off course.

Normally, that would've irritated him.

Instead, he looked back down at you.

Your hair was splayed across his shoulder, your breathing slow and even, lips slightly parted as sleep tugged you under again.

"...Tch."

His expression softened in that tiny, almost imperceptible way only you ever caught.

He leaned down, pressing a lazy kiss to your closed eyelid.

"Fifteen."

Another kiss found your temple.

"Not a second more."

You smiled into his chest, "Knew you'd cave."

"Don't get used t'it."

You both knew that was a lie.

Prohero!Bakugo was a man of routine.

He trained before sunrise.

He never missed his schedule.

He hated wasting time.

But every morning, without fail, he let himself fall fifteen minutes behind.

Just for his favourite girl.

And if anyone asked, he'd deny it until the day he died.

[kenforty]

୨𓏲̼ Yes or no.

a/n: general nudity, no actual smut, mentions of sexual activity. reposting another fic that I evaporated because I was tweaking.

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"I can't do this anymore," Bakugou whispered against the shell of your ear, arms wrapping around your naked torso preventing you from getting out of bed, "I know, it was strictly just sex, but fuck I'll go crazy if I have to pretend to be just friends."

"Suki~ did you hit your head when I flipped you over?" You teased, shoving him back on the mattress and slipping from his grasp, completely bare in front of him, "We have work in an hour, you really wanna have this conversation right now?"

Despite your words, Bakugou knew you weren't in a hurry, idly lingering by the door, skin smooth and rosy, probably warm from being buried in his embrace, reaching for his discarded shirt.

"It's my agency." He huffed, grabbing his phone, typing away, "I can change the schedule and guess what we both have a week off." He leaped, taking advantage of your distracted form, both arms hoisting you up his shoulder, easily balancing himself, "Now, you'll answer my question before I set you down."

"Umf!! Katsuki put me down!" You giggled, scrambling to get a grip, ultimately reaching for his plump butt, quick taps before you grabbed a handful and squeezed.

"Oi! Behave yourself for a minute." He grinned, despite his claims, he tossed you on the mattress, crawling between your legs, only to be stopped by your feet pressing flat against his pectoral.

"I always behave." You balance your weight on your elbows, eyes locked on his, pushing him back slightly, "You know it too."

He grabbed your ankle, playing with the anklet dangling, little bells chiming as he fiddled with them, "Go out with me, breakfast in that cafe you like, take outs for lunch and I'll make you a bowl of ramen for dinner."

"You really think it's that easy?" You mused, hairs falling on your shoulders as you tilted your head.

"If feeling is mutual then it should be." He leaned forward pressing a kiss against your ankle, trailing up till his reached your knee, pulling back as he let's go of your leg, backing away as he crawled of the bed, bending down and reaching for his underwear, giving you a glimpse of his smooth ass.

"Hold on, where are you going?" You scrambled to the end of the bed, sitting on the edge of it, confused watching him get dressed, "What happened to breakfast?"

"Waiting for your answer," He snorted, turning around to pinch your cheek, "But I gotta take a piss first."

"Can I watch?" You blinked up at him, fiddling with the sheets falling over the edge of the bed, "I'll be yours forever." You answered, batting your lashes at him.

"...fine, but I am not letting you hold it."

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[kenforty]

⿻﹒Side piece.

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There is a faint mark on your back, fading traces that resemble tight grip of fingers.

It isn't rare for you to be littered in bites and bruises, Bakugou took pride in marking you up any way possible, but this wasn't his mark.

"So, you let your side piece mark you up too?" He huffed, arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame, grey sweats loose on his waist, cum-gutters peeking through the elastic, whore.

"Which one are you talking about?" You move around sluggishly, trying to find whatever mark he was taking about, twisting your torso in an awkward angle before giving up and going back to getting ready.

"So, multiple side pieces, un-fucking-believable!" He groaned, arm raising up to run a hand through his hairs, "at least tell me, I am your favourite." He pleaded, tilting his head, sighing dramatically.

You scowled, "You are like 4th on the list." The pair of pants you had chosen today, refused to co-operate, stuck at your thighs despite your constant struggles to pull them up.

"Huh?! 4th?!!" He exclaimed, in utter disbelief, watching you hop around, "You better tell what he is doing so I can up my rank." He walked over, yanking you close by your arm, before reaching for your waistband gently pulling your pants up, hands circling your waist to make sure it didn't get stuck at the back of your thighs.

You let him manhandle your body, hands coming to rest on his shoulders as you lightly kiss his cheek, "He helps me dress up." Another kiss on his forehead. "Pulls my pants up for me." Another one on the tip of his nose. "Stares lovingly as I talk about my side pieces."

He grunted, zipping up your pants and pulling you closer, "Yeah." He mumbled against your lips, "Something tells me I might know this guy." Не pressed his lips against your jaw, hands tracing your body as he grabbed your shirt.

"Maybe." You slide your hands into the sleeves, letting him button up your shirt, "He is tall, blonde, and so utterly handsome." You moaned obnoxiously. "And he has a huge coc—"

"We can't have a cute moment, can we?" He sighed, letting go of your shirt buttons as he leaned his forehead against yours, "Your pant aren't too tight, are they?" He asked, eyes meeting your dumbfounded ones, "Ma can design you a perfect pai—"

You cut his words off, pressing your lips against his, swarm of butterflies erupting in your belly as you take in his words, "You considerate, caring asshole," You huffed pulling away from his lips, "you'll kill me someday."

He let out a breathy chuckle, cradling your jaw, pressing a kiss against your forehead, "Just trying to improve my rank, you know." He hummed, swaying slightly despite no music playing in the background, "Can't let your side pieces steal you away from me."

"It's a bruise by the way."

Bakugou hummed in question pulling away from you slightly.

"The mark you were looking at, bruise from sparring with Mina."

"Racoon eyes is your side pieces no.1?!!"

"Katsuki NO."

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a/n: reposting an older fic (that I deleted along with few other fics, last year when I was tweaking)