a/n: thinking abt being super sleepy and kiss drunk with katsuki
“no more.” he mumbles against your lips.
“one more kats please?” you chase after his lips as he pulls back.
“you’re fallin asleep, princess.” he kisses you again and you whine.
“kats one more.” you blink your heavy lids up at him “kiss me til i fall asleep.” you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to the bed with you.
“suppose.” he sighs and presses his lips softly to yours.
he peppers kisses across your lips, smiling with each soft sound that comes from you. he slides his tongue along the seam of your lips, slowly pushing in as he cradles your face. he deepens the kiss, thumbs stroking across your cheeks trying to lull you to bed.
your arms unravel from his neck and he pulls back to pepper the softest kisses across your face. he pulls the covers up and places a kiss on each of your eyelids before leaning back and admiring you.
“love you.” one last kiss to your lips before he curls around you.
The moment Katsuki falls in love with you, he’s standing in front of you like a giant dog with his tail tucked between his legs while you go off on him, genuine shock written on his face.
He doesn’t even know what to do, he’s so caught off guard.
One second he was being his usual self, short tempered, too blunt, a little brash.
The next, you’re in front of him absolutely laying into him.
And not in that nervous, stumbly way people usually do around him either.
No.
You’re pissed.
“Get it together or get lost Katsuki. You’re a grown ass man, figure it out.” you snap, voice sharp.
And all he can do is stare at you.
It’s the first time he’s ever seen you angry.
He’d honestly started to think you didn’t have it in you, always so damn patient and sweet.
He’s standing there, mouth slightly agape.
A whole pro hero.
One of the strongest people around.
Getting chewed out by someone half his size and somehow losing.
He knows he looks dumb right now, he’s vaguely aware of it at least.
But the way you defend yourself, the fierce look in your eye that’s unwilling to back down.
It stirs something in him, something… hot and almost primal.
When you finally finish your rant, chest heaving and anger slowly simmering, he’s practically staring at you with stars in his eyes.
Your angry little frown deepens, “Anything to say?”
“No ma’am”, is all that comes out, cool and calm.
You huff, turning around and grumbling under your breath.
And he just watches you leave, heart beating hard under his ribs.
He thinks about it for the rest of the week.
..Then the week after that.
Then one day, retelling the story to Kirishima who’s got that dumb smug grin on his face, he realizes he hasn’t stopped thinking about the look in your eyes since.
And that’s when he knows.
He’s completely screwed.
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A/N: went for a run & this came to me…. took a breather so I could write it LMFAO
synopsis : you and bakugo remind an old couple of themselves… | drabble .
“tch’ cant believe your making me hold y’bag.” bakugo grumbled, tightening his grip on your charm filled school bag.
you giggled, taking another bite of the delicious treat. “you offered, remember ‘tsuki?”
bakugo flushed a light pink, “SAME THING!” he jabbed, leaning down to take a sip of your drink.
it was quiet before you spoke up again, “when should I pay you back kats—”
bakugos face flushed angrily, “I TOLD YOU DAMMIT’ DON’T TALK ABOUT PAYING ME BACK!”
“ah, sorry! I forgot..”
he rolled his eyes— though a soft smirk made it’s way upon his lips as he flicked your forehead. “stop forgetting things.”
“also! I was wondering ‘tsuki…do you wanna’ go to—” your voice trailed off as you gasped, stumbling backwards slightly.
“watch it.” the man spat, staring down at you. hands deep in his pockets as his friends laughed behind him.
before you could say anything bakugos voice sounded quietly from behind you. “what the hell..”
“kat’ wait—”
“—DID YOU JUST SAY TO HER?!”
in one swift motion your bag was dropped softly in your hands and bakugo grabbed the unknown mans collar, face inches from one another.
“YOU WANNA DIE?! YOU BUMPED INTO HER JACKASS?” his eyes were ablaze and brows furrowed.
“wait!— chill man, I was just—”
“DON’T TELL ME TO CHILL I AM CHILL YOU DAMNED EXTRA!”
you gulped nervously, watching as a handful of people slowly pulled out their phones.
“katsuki.. stop.” bakugos grip lessened on the now shaking man, his yelling quietened down almost instantly. the blonde looked down at your hand lightly gripping his blazer with a worried expression glazing over your features.
“c’mon.. there’s no use— lets go, okay?” you mumbled, pulling him ever so slightly.
bakugo grunted, dropping the man in one quick motion.
his eyes darkened as he stared daggers into the man, hair shadowing his features. “apologise.”
“s- sorry ma’am— wont h- happen again! so, so sorry!” he whimpered, hurrying off with his friends.
“thank you katsuki.. you always defend me.” you whispered, softly linking your pinky with his.
his ears peeking from his spiky hair were now tinted pink from the softness of your voice, “YEAH, YEAH.. dont gotta worry about that when m’around.” he grunted, his pinky securely holding yours.
“he reminds me of you, honey..” an old lady whispered, rubbing her husbands arm— watching as you both strolled past.
the old man rolled his eyes, “tch’ as if..” he grumbled, forehead creasing. “the brats got no damn manners..”though, the slight upturn of his lips said otherwise.
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cinnamon lingers in the air, the pale wall blurs your vision, and your ears are swallowed by the low hum of the AC — well, that and the sounds of his lips against your neck.
"you nervous?" he questions, although he already knows the answer.
since stepping into katsuki's apartment, you've barely spared him a glance — a quiet aura of hesitation clinging to your every move.
it's not that you and katsuki haven't kissed before — pecks on the lips do count — it was that you'd yet to kiss him like this. with your legs on either side of his lap, your bra the only thing left between you, and your breath dancing in the small space between your lips.
katsuki's warm, very warm — almost overwhelmingly so. his chest sticking to the lace of your bra and his body pressed so close it makes it hard to think.
his hands are like a heated weight over the small of your back, coasting over ridges and curves on your skin as he tries to soothe your obvious tension — keyword: tries.
because as his lips trail from the dip in your collarbone to the shell of your ear — you feel all sanity getting lost underneath his fingertips.
"you in there?"
honestly, you're not quite sure. "mhm, yeah i'm here"
you nod as if you're trying to convince yourself, too — ignore how the sudden closeness of his lips makes your cheeks heat and your heartbeat sound in your ears. flurries of panic only burrowing their way to your throat when his hands suddenly cup your face.
"no, you're fuckin' not"
katsuki's always had this knack — a silent understanding of the way your brain works. your quietness was never something he pushed against, only something he wished to ease.
even as his thumb drags slowly over your cheeks, you know he's only trying to steady you.
you whisper a small breath of his name, circling your hands around his wrists as your foreheads press together — that's all it takes.
and maybe, that's when something in you finally gives — when all that hesitation breaks the moment his eyes stare patiently into yours, and why you're the one pressing your lips together before you can even think twice.
he tastes like caramel, a warmth that settles onto your tongue slowly, like the sunlight peeking through an open window.
surprisingly tense under your touch, his hands pause against your back — his mind insistent on following your guidance.
he presses his lips gently against yours, slow and tentative, like if he rushes this moment it may end too soon. groaning breathlessly into your mouth when your hands card through his hair, and give the strands a gentle tug before they're back on his face.
it's not long before your confidence wavers, his muscles tightening subtly underneath your palms as you pull your lips away, breathlessly.
katsuki's cheeks are red, hair stuck to his forehead and a faint shine coating his chest. his lips are flushed a bright pink, spit-soaked — breathing unsteadily as he looks at you like he's trying to figure out what you're thinking.
"again," you murmur, chest heaving against his, "please?"
a toothy grin spreads across his face when your eyes dart over his features — as if they're in search of something — some kind of reassurance.
which katsuki is glad to give when he presses a teasing peck to your cheek, adjusting himself underneath you so your body's pulled even closer and whispering, "you drive me crazy, you know that?"
you can't help but smile.
lips skimming his for the last time tonight — this time with no intentions of pulling away. guiding his hands to your lower back as you press into his palms.
your hips move against his thigh at a steady pace, soft sounds of your lips meeting blending with the hum of the AC.
"katsuki?"
there's an annoyed sigh that tumbles from his mouth when your lips detach, "hm?"
a/n: kali loves intimacy! i like writing this more than smut let's be so fr. i tagged it as smut cuz i don't want people yelling at me so just to be safe! -> masterlist. | comments and reblogs greatly appreciated! 💋
Bakugou doesn't want to say it out loud, doesn't want to insinuate the fact that maybe—just maybe you've been stealing all the blankets at night.
It's summer and he runs warm, this shouldn't be an issue.
But it is.
The ac stays on, blasting cold air into the room, neither of you wanting to sweat through the night.
You lay cozy, surrounded by fluffy warmth, combating the cold air, utterly blissed out.
It keeps Bakugou up all night, eyes squinted at your fast asleep frame, wrapped like a burrito in at least two different blankets, tucked in your little corner on the bed.
He's cold and slightly jealous.
He has on different occasions tried to turn the ac off, slipping back into the bed only to be woken an hour or so later, with a sleepy, "Suki, can I turn the ac on?" It's slurred, you are barely coherent, barely awake but immensely sweaty, courtesy of the two blankets you've accumulated, trapping endless amount of heat.
He had no choice but to walk over and turn the ac back on, watching as you roll over and fall back asleep, dainty manicured fingers taut around the blankets, all whilst cold air blew on his back.
He tries something new—added a third blanket to your shared bed.
"You got new blanket?" You questioned, voice gargled around the toothbrush currently hanging from your mouth.
Bakugou nodded his head, waiting patiently for you to finish getting ready for bed, "Got it as pr, surprisingly good."
You shrugged your shoulders, wiping your hands and following him back to the bedroom.
Next morning, you told Bakugou that the new blanket was comfortable.
Of course it was, not that you gave him a chance to check for himself.
Hii! Do you know about that one trend where "asking my partner permition to eat" in public or with their parents, now imagine reader doing this to bakugo infront of mitsuki
She would beat up his ass LMAO
PERMISSION ✶ FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI
── ✶ before you read: 1k words ; fem reader ; established relationship ; mitsuki and masaru are good parents ; katsuki has an aneurysm (almost) ; masterlist.
꒰ commentary ꒱ ✶ ANON YOU ARE TOO FUNNY FOR THIS ASK LMAOOO
“Kats, am I allowed to order a drink, too?” You whisper. “This one seems good. It’s okay if I can’t, though.”
Katsuki stiffens, turning to you in disbelief. The waitress pauses. Mitsuki raises a brow. Masaru looks up from the menu in concern.
“What the fuck do you mean allowed—what…what are you talkin’ about?”
“Am I allowed to get it?” You ask, like it’s a simple question. You give him a confused look before you add, “I don’t want to order too much and then upset you.”
The waitress gives him a look from the corner of her eyes. It’s a nasty look if you’ve ever seen one, and coupled by Mitsuki’s eyes narrowing at her son, you have to fight every bone in your body not to laugh.
“Did your head get knocked loose?” He does a double take. “Why the fuck would I be upset? You…okay, you know what,” he turns to the waitress, already having enough of your antics, and says, “add a large drink to that, please.”
“A large drink, got it,” she nods slowly, jotting it down. “How generous of you.”
You bite your lip when he stares after her incredulously as she walks away. And as soon as the waitress is gone, he has another problem just waiting.
You start, “Thanks for letting me get a drink today—”
“And just what do you mean let?!” Mitsuki cuts in, staring between you and her son.
You blink at her with your best innocent look. (One good thing about making it your lifelong hobby to get under Katsuki’s skin is that you’ve learned you’re very good at the innocent look. Exceedingly good.)
“Well, I mean, I know how he feels about me ordering things, so I just wanted to check that it was okay—”
“Hah!? What the fuck are you talkin’ about?” Katsuki stares. “How do I feel about you ordering things?”
You shrug sheepishly, feigning, to your credit, a very convincingly nervous look. “I just didn’t want to upset you.”
The look on Masaru’s face twists immediately to heartbreak—like he can’t believe his son would turn out this way. Meanwhile, Mitsuki’s eyes narrow into dangerous slits. Katsuki waves a hand gesturing at you in shock as if to ask, are you seeing this? as he stares at his parents helplessly.
“She’s messin’ around, I swear, she always does this—”
“Katsuki.”
“Don’t Katsuki me—I haven’t done anything!”
“You know,” Masaru says carefully, eyeing his son in disappointment, “sometimes people don’t realize they’re behaving a certain way until there are signs. But we have to look at the signs for what they are, son.”
“Dad—”
“No, let me finish.” Masaru holds up a hand. “You’re supposed to be equals in a relationship. If she’s worried about upsetting you over something as simple as ordering a drink, maybe you should ask yourself why she feels that way.”
“Because she’s insane!”
“Katsuki!” Mitsuki hisses, pointing a finger at him as she says, “don’t call her that! The only reason for that is because you’re driving her crazy—look at her! The poor thing! She’s shaking over there, and it’s because of you!”
“She’s not shakin’ for shit! Look—look at her! She’s fighting back a fuckin’ smug little look on her face because she’s—”
Mitsuki suddenly reaches across the table and catches him by the ear. “What have I told you about making girls feel respected, huh? This is why they’ve never liked you! And now one finally does and you’re scaring her off?”
“Ow—you fucking hag!”
She gives his ear a sharp tug. “Language.”
“Ow! Let go, you old—”
You look up innocently, “Please don’t scold him, he’ll be in a bad mood when we get home.”
Mitsuki yanks his ear harder at that, steam practically pouring from her own ears, and Masaru holds a hand to his chin in deep, concerned thought.
“Just what happens at home when it’s just the two of you, huh? Why is she scared about what’ll happen when you’re home?!”
“Nothing! Literally fuckin’ nothing, she terrorizes me at home, if anything! Look with your eyes, you old hag!”
Finally taking mercy on him, you chuckle, reaching over to ruffle Katsuki’s hair. He gives you a nasty side glare, but it softens just a smidge when you lean into his side and kiss his cheek.
“I was only kidding,” you beam at Mitsuki, “I just wanted to make him sweat a bit.”
She looks at you with a cautious gaze, her fingers still tightly wrapped around Katsuki’s poor (and red) earlobe as she asks, “Are you sure you’re not just protecting him?”
“Oh don’t worry,” you hum, patting your boyfriend’s chest as he shakes his head in irritation, “you’d be the first to know if he acts even the slightest bit out of line.”
“I never get a chance to be out of line, cause you’re the bossiest—”
Just then, the waitress arrives with your drinks. She sets yours down first. “Here you go, honey.” Then she places Katsuki’s down. The sour look she gives him could practically curdle milk. “Sir.”
Katsuki stares after her as she walks off, and you giggle as you pinch his cheek affectionately. “We should come back here next week, huh baby?”
“Yeah, if my face isn’t on a wanted poster at the door,” he grumbles under his breath.
You reach over with a cheeky grin, grabbing his drink and taking a sip before taking another from your own glass. After a moment of contemplating, you hum, “I like your drink better. I’m taking it. Here—” you slide him yours as you pull his own glass to your side of the table. “You take that one.”
He turns to his mother and waves a hand. “See?! She terrorizes me!”
“I’m not seeing a problem,” she says, giving him a less than impressed look. “All I’m seeing is a poor girl finally realizing her worth after dealing with your nonsense.”
He slumps into his seat, giving up, and you lean your head onto his shoulder, beaming up at him victoriously as he gives you a tired look. (And, much to your pride, you know are getting very, exceedingly good at getting under Katsuki’s skin—it’s a hobby you’re quite talented at.)
izuku didn’t realize he had a thing for a size difference until he met you. you were just so… tiny next to him and honestly? it turned him on so much. it was sometimes hard to hide the massive tent in his pants whenever you touched a bicep or grabbed his shirt to show him something, your hand minuscule next to him.
i mean, can you blame him for thinking about you when his hand is around his cock? as he pumps up and down and imagines it’s you wrapped around him? panting into his pillow, letting out little whines and moans as he nears his high, pretending his squelching fist is your soft cunt.
but god when he finally asks you out, and you two get together, and finally, finally, you invite him to your bed (he waited because he’s a good, patient man), he damn near cums in his pants.
fuck, though, when he’s got you there spread under him, knees to your ears and his fat, thick cock is slowly breaking you apart, he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to let you go. not when you’re taking him so well, soft mewls leaking from your pretty little lips, eyes rolling back as he hits that special spot over and over. his whole body is nearly triply the size of yours, and he can’t help but notice the bulge in your tummy every time he thrusts.
yeahhhh, izuku thinks he may have a thing for size differences. or maybe, he just has a thing for you. :)
