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[diesukitsuki]

Whiny sub!Bakugou please there’s not enough sub bakugou on this website :/

Also I love your writing 💞

CW;; Gn! Reader, Whiny sub! Bakugou, 18+, dry humping, Blogs w/ no age indicators and minors DO NOT INTERACT

WC;; 1.2k

note;; Stop. I will motherfucking kiss you. /p /pos and you’re so right. There’s not enough sub! bakugou.. never enough, in fact. I’m so sorry if this is sloppy.. it’s like 4 am, but either way.. I hope it’s to your liking!!

You’re cooking when he comes up behind you to ensnare himself around your body. His lashes graze your cheek as he nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck. You sway as the man has his arms around your waist. The weight of his body mimics your rhythmic motions without a fuss. Side to side. Left to right. His callous hands finding it way under your shirt. Blunt nails grazing your stomach. You smile.

“What’s wrong, Katsuki?”

He only retreats even further into your warmth. His nose digs even deeper into the crevice of your neck as his hold on you begins to tighten up. A shiver rolls over your shoulders as he lets out a huff onto your warm skin. His sturdy chest presses itself into you as you continue to stir the pot, much to his dismay.

“Miss you,” He mumbles into your neck, hoping you would stop stirring the damn pot and tend to him. A deep, velvety chuckle leaves your lips, and he can’t help but press himself even further into you. You feel the press of his hardened cock strain against his sweats before his pelvis could meet yours.

You knew what he was asking, if it wasn’t for that hard-on pressed into your ass then it was all the clinging and constant huffing. It wasn’t often that he got all pouty and clingy, Pressing and wrapping himself around you. You took this as an opportunity to revel in his needy behavior.

Lucky for you, bad for him.

A pout sits on his lips when you don’t give him a second glance. Your hand still latching onto the metal ladle, stirring it as you watch it move through the simmering soup.

“Baby, please.” He whines against you before pressing soft kisses to your neck to the curve of your jaw. His hips begins to gently rock against yours, grinding his clothes cock on the curve of your ass. He groans.

“I’m cooking, Katsuki.” You tell him, but he continue to pepper kisses on your neck and shoulders, trying to coerce you. His hands begins to shift to the side of your hips. The friction against his cock when he pulled your ass back into him was enough to make him moan against your neck. His lack of underwear increasing the sensation.

“Touch me,” He demands. His hips rolling and grinding at a teasing pace, not wanting to spoil his appetite. You don’t react. Another huff leaves his lips as he continues to grind against you. “Please..” He says, nicely.

You don’t say anything, and instead reach over for some spices. A frown is now weighing his on lips as you continued to ignore him.

Why the hell were you ignoring him, hm? He’s all pliant and needy for you, what gives?

A shiver curls around you as a wet and long stripe is laid upon your neck. His way of trying to gain your attention. Bakugou snickers at your reaction before deflating as you continue to do your cooking. He sniffles, dramatically.

“Please.” He pouts against your neck. His cock still rubbing up and down against you, rolling his hips throughly, slowly. The grip on your hips are desperate and needy to the point it’s pathetic. He whimpers when you try to step back, the sudden pressure making him press up into you even more.

“Need you, need you s’ bad, honey. Wan’ you to take care of me.” Bakugou mumbles against you, rutting into you like desperate little mutt. Red eyes shimmer, tears of frustration ready to spill. “wanna cum s’ badly. been so good, so good to you.. ‘ve been such a good boy, baby, please.”

You don’t say anything, still stirring the pot. The stick portion of your ladle clinks against the pot repeatedly, syncing with the thrusts and grind of his hips as he huffs and moans quietly. Bakugou could feel the tip of his cock salivate pre. It bleeds through his sweats.

It makes him feel icky. The good kind of icky when he ruts into you like this. To have him at your frosty mercy as he tries to get off. He wants to let himself go, wants to cum all over himself because he’s so desperate for your touch. He wants to show you his dedication.

“I wanna cum for you,” He babbles. “Wanna make a mess for you, baby..” A whimper leave his lips. His hips gyrating eagerly, trying to increase pleasure on his cock. His sweats was the wall between his bare cock and your clothed ass. He grunts in frustration, thinking about how good it would feel to have his cock out, dribbling itself all over your jeans. Tears begin to down his reddened cheeks, as he gets frustrated from the lack of stimulation.

“Not ‘nough. Want more, wan’ more.” The blonde man whines and snivels. His eyes lidded, hazy at the feeling of fucking his dick against your ass. He snakes his arms around your stomach tightly, making you huff out of surprise and pressure. The pace of his hips increase, “Wan’ more. Give it t’me please, please, please.” He begs. The clinking of the ladle gets even louder, faster even as his grinding becomes much more harsher and desperate.

You can hear the slickness of his cock rub against his sweatpants as he continued to fuck himself against you. His pants and mewling fill the room as he tried his best to get himself off. His grip on your tighten tightens, crushing your stomach. You hiss in pain, but he doesn’t seem to notice. His brain too enraptured on making a sticky mess in his little sweats. Grinding, moaning, whining at the slightly coarse texture of the inside of his sweat pants. His dick sensitive enough to not need to lay bare anymore.

The underside of his cock swipes over the uneven texture that was your belt. “Sh-Shit—Hngh!!” A strangled moan leave his lips, and his knees buckle before shakily straightening his legs out. A couple of hushed curses leaves his lips before he continues to grind himself against you.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,, hngh.. ‘m so close..” He moans, throwing his head back, eyes crossed, as his hips rolls against your plump ass. His tongue lolls out of his mouth, drool dribbling to his chin. “ ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum..” He moans in chants. The metal ladle bangs against the pot. His desperate attempts to cum were violent, squeezing you tightly and dragging his clothed and weeping cock against.

You just felt so good against him. So soft and warm.. Take such good care of him.. such good care of him..

The cord in him snaps suddenly and out of nowhere. His body locks up, toes curling. A strangled sob leaves his lips. “Yes, Yes,yesyesyes, Fuck, Fuck yes..yes.. hah.. ” He sobs out. Your name becomes a mantra as it falls out of his plump lips.

Hips constantly thrusting and grinding against your ass as he rides out his orgasm. His sweatpants stained and darkened as his cock spurts out cum. He blinks wearily, mewling at the after shock of his orgasm. He goes slack against you.

You sigh, a deep and heavy sigh. One that seems to bracketed with disappointment. One that makes the puppy, that was humping you so desperately, freeze. He sniffles and whines, realizing his mistake. He unlatched a himself from you. He stumbles a bit, knees weak from the orgasm.

Your eyes hold something sinister, and he visibly gulps.

[diesukitsuki]

Stop my brain RIGHT FUCKING NOOWWWW

thinking about sitting on bkg's lap while he is lying down, just sucking on his nipples while cockwarming him, bouncing sometimes

think about his flustered face, cute and shy moans and pink nipples being abused by your mouth-

ughhhh there is no enough bottom bakugou I swear, sometimes this man doesn't wanna think about everything, doesn't want to take care of everything

he wants to be spoiled, loved and taken care of!

cw : gn! reader, sub bakugou, short fic, nipple play, cock warming, 18+ only, ageless blogs and minors dni,

note : hngngh you have no idea how many times i’ve day dreamed about doing that to him.

sorry for the adrupt ending.. uhh i didn’t know what else to add also.. i’m shit at smut 💔

Be it genetics or some kind of sick joke from his past life, Katsuki’s nipples were annoyingly sensitive. Sensitive to the point where he has to be mindful of what material his shirts he should avoid, like cotton, or always having to avoid tight space in case of accidental... chafing.

It was something he could handle though. Nothing too serious. Nothing to cry about. If his chest happened to brush by something, he’d suck it up because it happens. A simple annoying inconvenience that he would forget about. Easy. Done.

As for you, you were an obstacle he wouldn’t have anticipated— ever— until you got a little too brave. You just couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Seeing that his cute nipples are almost always pressed against his thin shirt, you can’t help but prod and poke at them, giggling as you watch him flinch and swat at your hand like a prissy cat.

It was hard to resist, really. Your boyfriend’s tits were so pretty and filled out nicely in his synthetic shirts. Sometimes you would treat yourself by letting your eyes drift down, all of his words fizzing out of your brain as he talked about this and that, who and what, where and how.

That’s when your brain delves into fantasies that he would probably be too embarrassed to let you indulge onto him. Your would blink slowly as you continue you stare, letting the dilating void in your eyes take in the shape of plush pecs. Thinking about squeezing them, sucking them, milking them.

“Oi,” He snaps his fingers in front of you. Your eyes flutter, and you’re back from your enriching vision. “eyes up here, perv.”

“Can’t help, handsome. Y’got nice tits.”

He clicks tongue and turns his head away. You don’t miss his reddened cheeks. Cute, you coo inwardly. ”Don’t call ‘em that. It’s fuckin’ embarrassing.”

“Get less prettier tits then.” Your eyes dropping back down to stare at them. “Can’t help it..” You trail off.. Your voice dipping like you’re entranced by his chest. Might as well be.

“God, your basically drooling all over them.”

“I’d actually do it, if you’d let me.”

“Shut up before I kill you.”

-

It’s funny how fussy he got whenever you got too handsy with his chest. Swatting your hand away when went to grab a handful. Promising death when you ogled him for too long— Always so demanding. Always so bossy. Though, you have him on a leash, especially when he’s drooling and begging for you to move your hips. The make out sessions before hand not satiating anything.

“Patience, honey.” You coo to him, adjusting yourself purposely like you had for the nth time to watch him whine underneath you. His fat cock rubbing against your velvet walls. “You’re doing so good, baby. You just gotta be a little more patient.”

“Please..” He keens softly. His usually sharp eyes are dulled down into something soft and hazy, like tumbling sea glass, as he looks up at you. “Want you to move s’badly..” He whines. The vice on your hips tells you the same thing.

“I know,” You reassure. “I know. ‘m just gonna try something, m’kay? Can we do that first?” You press a kiss against his swollen lips when he complies with an eager nod, and you feel him melt against you. “Good.” You say with a smile.

You press kisses down the column of his neck. Revisiting bruises with kitten lick, and inking blank skin with your teeth. His hands find their way to your shirt. His hands fisting them as you continue to mark him up. The subtle vibration of his whimpers and mewl can be felt as you make your journey down to his chest.

Katsuki lets out a curse when you lap at his pert bud before taking a good mouthful of his pecs into your mouth. Sweet moans fall from his lips as you suck and lap at his nipple. Your free hand groping at the fat of his pecs, occasionally tweaking or pinching at his nipples.

“Hngh,, ‘s too much..” The collar of your shirt touches your neck as he pulls your shirt down from behind. You let out a soft groan as you feel his hips shift. His dick moving inside you. The vibration of your groan has his muscles tightening, “Fuck, pl— hah—Please.. It’s too much.” A whine escapes when he feels you tighten at his please.

You unlatch yourself from his tits. Your hands replace the empty spot for you. It was too hard to resist, especially if they’re all shiny and pretty from your spit. You look at him. His face hinted with tears. Poor baby was too overwhelmed. You lean over to lick them away before pressing a delicate kiss to his forehead.

“C’mon, just a little more for me, baby.” You coo. Your thumbs runs soft delicate circles that leaves Katsuki whimpering. “You can do it, hm? It’ll feel good I promise. I’ll even go a little gentler. How ‘bout it.”

Katsuki sniffles and nods. You smile press a kiss to his lips before descending back down to give the other side the same treatment. This time a little more gentler. You look up at him, gouging his reaction. His eyes are shut, and his eyebrows are strewn together as he cries out to you in delight.

You grind your hips, moaning around his plush pecs as his fat cock grinds within you. He throws his head back in response. His hands slam against the couch cushion, grasping at the fabric to stable himself as he sobbed out your name.

“S’good, want more.. Please n—ngh—need more, baby.. Please.”

You suck a little harder. Your tongue lapping and circling around his nipple as your other hand pinched and teased the his other pec. His eyes roll to the back of his head as you continued to grind your hips into him. Katsuki cries and writhes underneath you as you milk and fuck him prettily.

Bout of ‘yes’s and ‘fuck’s spouted out of his mouth in chants. His hips threatening to jump to press himself even deeper into your. Katsuki lets out a scream when a hot and pleasurable pain surges through him when you bite down on his pecs. You feel his cock pulses before feeling his hot cum shoot up into you. He’s boneless under you, whining and whimpering about how good it felt.

You let out a chuckle,“Good boy. You did such a good job.”

[diesukitsuki]

Bus Ride With Bakugou

It was annoying how the right side of his ear absorbed all the squawking and babbling of his classmates. The rambunctious growling of the engine pulls the weight of the rickety bus, creating a mass of cacophony all the while increasing the volume of class 3-A. You’d always overhear Kaminari’s whooping and Iida’s nagging stand out in the clamor of melding voices. You’d think that his classmates would grow out of chattering and shouting over the years, but they never do shut up.

Usually, Bakugou would be saved from the chaos by having his blaring music cradle him peacefully to the destination, but you had forgotten your earbuds, and you didn’t want to listen something without a beat or melody— sick of the way the wind whistles around the bus and the way the engine wheezes every time it goes up a hill.

Amongst the howling and clamoring, you sit beside him quietly. The right side of your ear absorbing the beats of his music. His red earbud sitting loosely in your ear. There isn’t a complaint on your tongue about his choice, but there’s also no acknowledgement of how great his taste is or how this song is good and better than this and/or that. It kinda irked him that you’re the only one that isn’t contributing to the noise.

Your eyes are shut as you feel the rythme of the bus underneath your feet, while you listen to the drums pounding inside your ear. Your feet taps against the floor trying to emulate the song you’re listening to. You realize that the weight of your head is too heavy for your neck, so you lean into the window despite the bumpy ride.

It wasn’t hard to notice that you were uncomfortable with the way you head would bounce off the chattery glass. Your brows would furrow every time the bus would go over a bump, pushing the side of your head away from the window then slamming it back down. Occasionally, you’d let your head hover above the glass and place it three centimeters forward as if it was going to change anything. Despite being irritated, you let yourself endure it much to Bakugou’s annoyance.

You glare at him when you realize the bump of the bus wasn’t pulling you away from the window— not exactly pleased that he pulled you away from your rickety resting spot. He rolls his eyes before moving his hands to unplug your earbuds. A noise of protest peeks out of your lips, but it settles back down when he puts it on your other ear. The red earbud sitting snug in your ear, now that it’s in the appropriate ear. You look at him, your face pinched and curled with confusion.

He pushes your head down with onto his shoulder with an embarrassed swiftness to it. Your neck doesn’t protest against his force, not processing what was going on. His shoulder is warm on your cheek, and it’s definitely much more stable then the bus window. Your eyes rove up to see his handsome face with a soft and grateful smile molded onto your cheeks. He ignores you by looking straight ahead, in fear of exploding.

Bakugou feels his insides are going to melt when your wrap your arms around his. He can feel your chest press into him, and the heat radiating off of your skin as you snuggle close to him. The drums in the song that’s playing isn’t fast enough to match the tempo of his racing heart.

He stiffens his as if any pulse of his muscles would scare you away like a skittish cat. His hands curl into fists as they rest on his knees. He’s not sure if it’s the banging drums that are in his ears or his heart.

His body melts when he hears your soft snore— Still afraid, but only because he doesn’t want to wake you. A huff of relief escapes out of his mouth, seeing that you won’t pull away from him anytime soon.

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

[diesukitsuki]

It Rains, So Then You Drown Me— K. Bakugou

info : Gn! Reader x Bakugou, fluff, role reversal (??), Mainly written in Bakugou’s POV

synopsis : In which you give Bakugou your jacket.

WC : 2.6k

note : Trying out a new writing style,, I’m kinda proud of this.. tell me how you like it :3!

Bakugou’s teeth grind together, unsure if it’s because he’s trying to hammer down the shivers wracking his body from being splurged with murky and grimy rainwater, or the string of enraged curses that he wanted to vex at the, now long gone, car that sprayed him with said rainwater. Even the color of his face is having trouble rendering out whether or not the redness was from the nipping cold or his (rightfully) bitter mood. Luckily, his hue is a little tamer than usual. The absence of people relieved him of any embarrassment.

Amongst all things, his beige colored scarf, insulating his heated neck, was no longer helpful despite being uselessly dry. (Shitty ass fucking car should’ve made the scarf wet too if it was going to piss on pretty much all of my shit.) He sneers to himself. He plops down on the only slightly drier portion of the bench—all thanks to him, feeling like his clothes are too hefty to handle— both emotionally and physically.

The cold press of his underwear against his ass and the sticky and borderline predatory grip to his thigh was enough to make him squirm against the metal bench. He crinkles his nose in discomfort as he shifts around in his clothes, trying to ease that discomfort.

He doesn’t fail to notice that the pitter patter of the rain is now accompanied by the soft clicks of footsteps and the muted tapping of rain that only follows someone when they have the kindness of an umbrella hovering above their head.

He stops wiggling.

Bakugou doesn’t bother looking up when he crosses his arms to the click of their umbrella closing—both irritated with the idea of another person being under the very public bus stop and attempting to squeeze himself warm. Both intentions could both be perceived as something childish and— with the right audience—cute as he pouts with his cherried cheeks. He hears the person shift around, the fabric of their clothes gliding against each other.

“Bakugou?” A somewhat familiar voice calls out.

“Hah?” He turns to the voice. His tone is sharpened with vexation, lips curled into a soft snarl.

You don’t show whether or not his hostility goes through your head, but if it did you choose to ignore it by standing there with a polite smile, waving as if you didn’t already say his name.

With your non-waving hand the hook of your white umbrella is slung around your wrist while your fist stuffs your roomy pockets. Your sleeve swallows your hand when you put it down after a good second of waving.

Bakugou’s familiar enough with you to know that you hang around the group sometimes— usually talking to the more charismatic and redder member of the group. He’s familiar enough to know that you wear big and baggy jackets when it gets cold, like today. He looks away before it gets too intimate for his own liking.

“Why’re you wet?” You ask, rather dumbly as if you didn’t just close up your fucking umbrella to get under the shade structure. Bakugou squints at you like you’re stupid, and maybe you are.

“Why else would I be fucking wet? ” He gestures to the rain with a glare. His irritation is a little too overbearing to the point that there isn’t an ounce of regret for his tone.

Mumbles of curses leave his lips when he feels the irritation of his wet clothing against his skin and chooses to use the rest of his annoyance to attack it with blunt scratches.

“Oh.”

The blonde doesn’t find it odd that you don’t respond to his spitting with anything else other than ‘Oh.’, glad that his usually malevolent manners scared you off like it did with its past victims.

When he really thinks about it, if you actually did have the skin to handle his meanness, you probably wouldn’t know how to respond to that. Hell, he wouldn’t either. He’d probably kill the person who spoke to him like that-- if they ever had the guts to, that is.

It’s quiet for a little while. Rain knocks on the metal roof above their heads, hoping to let itself in if it pounds a little harder. He shivers. His shoulders bunched up, when the wind seemed to want to change the trajectory of the rain, angling to the point he could feel it softly kissing the skin of his ankles. His face pinches with annoyance. He should’ve worn longer socks. He finds his arms hugging his shivering body, rubbing at his arms to create friction and to relieve the same itch at his skin.

That’s when he hears the sounds of shuffling beside him. He then remembers that you’re there, sharing this airy shelter. He stops rubbing his arms, uncomfortable with the revelation.

There’s now a fish bone of tension between you two that he had seemed to ignore beforehand. The traction is barely there. The lack of relationship could barely afford any of it, but it didn’t make it any less uncomfortable. It was the kind of usual tension between two strangers in a barren place with a need to interact, to fill the space. Forced by nothing, but also forced by everything. Subtle but still having that bone of awkwardness, of wanting to leave.

You notice his shivering, and you fill the space with a question:

“You want my jacket?”

Your arm is already halfway exposed when you ask that, and it shocks him that you’ve asked such a question, so eager to complete the request if accepted. You almost chuckle when you see his eyes bulge out of his skull, but you have a feeling he’s too brittle for a huff of humor.

He’s heard enough girls coo at the same question their boyfriend asks them when it’s windy outside and seen enough of his mother’s romance dramas to know it was romantic.. in a way, at least. He cringes as he feels his cheeks heat up even more. It must be getting colder.

What the hell?!! He wasn’t nobody’s fuckin’ girlfriend!!

Before he could spit and hiss at you, your jacket is laid over his shoulders, and he freezes, the sound of rain filling up his brain like static. It held a subtle warmth from embracing your body, leeching the heat from it. He almost flinches when he feels his reddened cheeks get grazed by the collar of your jacket as you pull the opening closer together so no cold air could seep in.

Bakugou takes you in as you tighten your sizable jacket over his shivering body. He could feel the warmth of your skin as your face got close to his. Your long lashes are prominent and fluttering when you look down to tug the two pieces of jacket together. The baggy clothing invaded his nose, smelling like rain and the sweetness of your scent.

You barely notice the way his shining eyes widened, just a fraction. His plush lips part as his brows shoot up in shock. A hue of pink litters his cheeks and nose, and you think it makes him a little softer, a little more cuter. You look back down, the passing thought making you shy.

He wasn’t much better than you though. He could barely hear himself think with his heart pounding in his ears, while his throat clogged up with words as he decided whether or not to keep silent— to keep enjoying this warmth.

“There.” Your tone is soft and caring. Your eyes meet, and you look at him as if you’ve known him long enough to take care of him, and he feels like a secret has been exposed about you with the way his heart flutters. Like his eyes had finally opened to see casted under a different light.. “All better.” You give him a gentle smile as you tug one part of the collar to the middle.

He feels comfortable like a baby swaddled in its cotton cloth. Quickly after, he feels the rush of embarrassment, fussing at how pliable he was not even a second ago.

“Don’t need your damn sweaty ass jacket.” Bakugou finally mutters out, the initial shock settling down into his last attempts of salvaging his pride. He purses his lips, almost pouting. “ ‘m not your fuckin’ girlfriend.”

“You can be,” You laugh, answering a little too fast, most likely joking. He feels his chest inflate with something light, something ticklish. He straps it down by tucking himself further into your jacket, pulling the seams together. “Besides, it looks like you needed it. You’re fucking soaked.”

He flushes even more. His embarassmenr leaves him to explode out of your jacket, sliding off to have it fall at his hips. You give him an amused and charming smile, and his cheeks heat up even more. “You should keep it on. You’re gonna get sick.”

He’s a bit appalled at your statement, appalled that you care enough to think a little ahead-- a little too ahead. Why do you even care about him being sick? You should be familiar enough with him to know that people think he doesn’t care, doesn’t care about you, doesn’t care about anyone. Simply because he was mean and grouchy, always screaming his head off.

Are you stupid? He almost says out loud.

“Like you’re made of metal,” He scoffs. “Your thin ass long sleeve isn’t gonna protect you. You’re gonna be sniveling and snotting up a storm, stupid.” He says this, almost like he’s baiting you into becoming a little selfish, hoping you to see whether or not you snag the jacket back.

His bait is interpreted as a shy kindness, like a little boy pretending to be all huffy about being nice to you. A petal-soft smile blooms from your lips, “I get warm easily.” You state, nonchalantly, shoulders shrugging.

“Don’t need it.”

“Well, I don’t need it either.” He snaps. His words rushed out of his mouth without his brain's approval. He regrets it instantly.

“Okay,” You say just as quickly and just as casually. “You can give it back to me.” The hand where your umbrella hangs at the wrist extends towards him.

Bakugou shoves his arms in the sleeves of your jacket, ignoring the fact that his wet sleeves bunch up uncomfortably at his elbows, a scowl pulling at his lips. He seems to be a little redder, “Fuck off, I’m not gonna owe you shit.” You give him a look of confusion, head tilting. He huffs, annoyed that you’re digging at him to explain with that stupid expression on your face.

His eyes slinks to one side, avoiding your gaze, afraid to stumble on his words if he looked you in the eyes. “I fuckin’ soiled your jacket. Not gonna have you bitch about it to me later on.”

He shifts his red eyes back to you, and he instantly shrinks in your jacket. Your expression tells him you don’t believe what he says. You give him an easy ‘okay’ with a satisfied smile resting on your lips. He growls it back, embarrassed that you had somehow maneuvered him into your jacket, into your trap.

It’s silent again. That fishbone tension that was there is back, but is slightly bent on Bakugou’s side. He’s huddled up in your warm jacket, drowning in the fabric, drowning in the scent, drowning in you. It was almost impossible to not want to push the silence back, to break the bone, when all that rains is you. Words are heavy on his mind, but light on his lips. They tickle at his lips, hoping it’ll make him open his mouth.

Amongst the rain, the air pops and nylon stretches and wrinkles as you open your umbrella. He snaps his head over in your direction as he watches you walk out from under the roof. The rain is desperate to get to you as it pounds against your white umbrella. You’re not all the way forgiven as the wind guides thin trim of rain onto the lower half of your body.

“Where are you going?”

“Home,” You reply with a smile, looking down at his sitting form. He feels small and comforted under your gaze like a sniveling child being reassured that their mother won’t be gone for long.“I need to eat dinner.”

Bakugou notices that there’s a sprinkle of laughter that threatens to leave your lips when his face construes into disbelief, like the rain was a mass that’ll strip you of your clothes if you waded in it a little longer.

It then dawns on him. The greed that he tried to fish out earlier is now out in the open, scurrying about, when he realizes that you had taken a space underneath the roof he sat under knowing he was there, seeing that he was soaked and shivering.

You had the plan of flooding him in your jacket at the forefront of your mind that you’ll make him feel all warm. He would be patting himself on the back for his revelation, if it didn’t show through his skin that both him and his blood is thrilled with the prospect of it.

Your clothes darken under the soft kiss of the rain, “Your fucking jacket.” He grits.

“Huh?”

“You need your fucking jacket, don’t you?” He gestures limply to your, now, dampened lower body. “At this rate, you’ll be fuckin’ soggy by the time you get home.”

“I’ll be fine. I have my umbrella.” You reassure as your umbrella jumps when you give it a little thrust into the air reminding him that you have it. “My house isn’t far from here, and your bus won’t get here for another thirty minutes.”

Before he could throw anything back, you turn away from him. The single wet slap of your shoes makes his heart still, not wanting it to mesh into the sound of rain as you walk away. He hears the splinter of the fishbone as the coil in him wants to jump out and do something to keep you still, to be as selfish as you were.

“Thank you,” Bakugou finally mutters. His shoulders curled into themselves, hiding the bareness of his heart. His eyes study the splintering cracks of the cold cement floor while his hands clenched and unclenched in your roomy pockets, almost like he’s grasping at the ghost of your hands. “For the jacket.” He clarifies when the only thing he hears is the rain and not you.

You give him a soft smile when he has the guts and selfishness to look up. No words leave your mouth as you give him a small nod, turning away from his practically imploding form. Your figure is smaller as you stalk away. Your existence muddles into the rain as you walk through it.

Bakugou feels dizzy when you’re out of his sight. Your smell that’s linked to your jacket and the memory of your delicate smile is the only thing that confirms that you had existed. Air is trapped in his throat when a flash of hypothetical memories fly past him.

He sees your smile and smells your scent when he imagines you and him, together, in situations that make his heart flutter. Your ‘selfishness’ draws him pictures. Like, how you would take care of him in the way he likes. Where you don’t make him feel stupid for wanting to coddle him, feeling your warmth, your comfort.

He brushes the idea off as quickly as it came, and groans for composing such absurd ideas. The scenarios hung on the walls of his brain felt as if someone had reached into his brain and planted them there.

So fuckin’ stupid.. He thinks to himself, sinking into the embrace of your jacket without thinking .

[diesukitsuki]

There’s something nice about the simple idea of Bakugou knowing where the items of your house are - plucking them out of their hiding spot because you needed it or moving certain things to certain places because he thinks it’s more accessible than the previous place. That would explain how your salt shaker moved to the left side of the stove instead of the usual right. How the plates that used to be in the cabinet near the fridge on a shelf that’s a little too high for you have been placed closer. How your first aid kit isn’t in the closet but now in the bathroom instead.

If it were anyone else, you’d get a little bit prickly over someone moving your things around. All your items are all wiped off of your mental map because someone decided to scramble your shit. But when it comes to Bakugou, it really cements the idea that he’s there with you, moving things around with or without thought in your little apartment. Shouting from across the house asking where you moved the togarashi despite never moving it or touching it, or asking him where he put your necklace and he tells you he hung it in the jewelry box you never used because you have a habit of leaving jewelry around. Him pulling the drawer beside your bed to hand you your favorite lotion, which was a little heftier than normal.

It makes your heart squeeze knowing that he’s comfortable with you, arranging things to his liking, because he feels like it’ll make both of your lives easier. It’s grounding knowing that he’s comfortable enough in your home to know where everything is, knowing he’s there even when you look away.

I don’t know.. It’s just nice to know that you’re going through the motions with him… That you know where his stuff is, and he knows where your stuff is. That the both of you know where the things you bought together are. That you share a bed with him, and even more, a life.

[diesukitsuki]

CW;; cheating ??, angst??, not proofread, smut, fem! reader, noncon/dubcon (imnotsuretbh)

note: idk whag tjr fuck this is.. but it’s something.. i’ve always kinda had this idea way way back.. i promise i’ll write something better with this idea in mind but i just wanted to get it out there. ngl it don’t make sense and it’s kinda rushed since i vomited it out.

Something’s wrong.

As a pro hero, Bakugou was trained to raise and prune a sixth sense when it comes to danger.. trouble.. mischief. Not only was he supposed to have fast reaction, but a calm one as well..

But there’s something in the air that makes him feel sick tonight. Something so dizzying, it makes his chest tighten and throat swell up. There’s something heavy that lays in his gut, turning and shifting as he trudges to his front door. He purses his lips..

The porch light that you had been nagging him about no longer flickers, and the crickets that usually sing to the moon seem to refuse to play their melody tonight. The weight in his stomach continues to roll around in his stomach, crushing and flattening his nerves. His gloved hand tightly bunches up, trying to ease this.. feeling.

When he enters his home, the front door no longer creaks. Just like the flickering porch light, you had nagged him to get oil to fix the creak since it played with your ears’ nerves despicably. The street light pours into the genkan*, as he scans the house. Darkness burdens half of the hallway and the living room, the street light not malleable enough to reach it.

It’s quiet..

Bakugou closes the door with heavy shoulders, as he began toeing off his shoes. He doesn’t bother turning on the hallway light, not wanting to scorch his eyes with the fluorescent light. The index and middle finger hooks into the back of his shoe. His back is hunched over as he looks for the spot he usually parks his shoes at— right next to yours.

Wait.

His black slip ons are out. Usually, they sit in the shoe drawer on the left side of him—reserved for days off. He furrows his brows. He doesn’t remember placing them there. Annoyed, Bakugou plucks them up and throws them into the—

There’s another pair.. The same exact ones..

Did you buy another one for him?

He usually wouldn’t think much of it, but tonight he feels uneasy. The shoes clatter to the floor as his sock-clad feet begging to meander their way to his bedroom. He glares into the darkness as he passes the living room and kitchen. Trying to spot any kind of deformity in his home.

His ear prickle when he hears your voice behind the bedroom door. A shiver rolls through his back as he touched the door knob. Something’s wrong, He admits to himself, twisting the knob. He pushes the door open. There’s crack in it now.

“I missed you,” You whine. “I missed you so much.”

Bakugou pushes the door even more as his heart drops at the sound, at your words.

He feels sick. The heavy weight in his stomach pierces through his skin, and the air starts to chokes him for all he’s worth. Tears begin to sprout from his eyes as his muscles locked him in place, shocked at the scene before him.

You were naked. Your back facing towards him as you bounced on another man’s lap. You were hunched over keening and moaning, singing words that supposed to be only made for him:

missed you so-so much,

make me feel so good.

Love you. I Love you. I love you so much.

baby, please. want you so bad..

love your cock so much…

He could see hands cling onto your hips as your cunt slobbered all over the man’s cock as he thrusted up against you, splitting you open. Moans fall out of your mouth as that stupid fuck used your hole. Fuck, he wanted throw you off of him. He wanted to kill the man that’s fucking his wife… but he couldn’t. He couldn’t move. All he could do is watch in shock as he tried to push the hiccups down his throat and hush his weeping heart.

He was such a terrible husband. He should’ve known this was coming. He should’ve known that you would leave him for another man. He knew that if he kept on keeping the bed cold, you would find someone else to warm it up.

He kept on missing dates. Coming home late. Arguing with you for the past few months.. Leaving you home alone…

When was the last time the two of you even fucked?

You were bound to be leave him.

“Katsuki, baby, pleaseplease please please..”You moaned out loud, pulling him out of his thoughts. He shuffles a little closer, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Mm, that’s right, baby,” He hears the man growl. “Beg for it. Beg for me, baby. Fuck, you feel so good.”

His eyes widen as he sees the man’s face. Platinum blonde hair is stuck to his forehead as he works to unravel his pretty little wife. His lips parted as he groans and moans at the feeling of her tight cunt wrapped around him.

“Tell me how much ya miss me, baby.” He coos to you. He sounds exactly like him, he thinks to himself in shock.

You let out a sob,“Missed you so much., ‘Tsuki…” You whine, your body now laying on top of him. Your tits pressed against his chest as he continued to thrust his cock deeply into your cunt. “Think about you so much..” you added on.

“‘m such a bad husband, right?” He smiles up at you, and you nod, dumbly. “gonna replace him.. gonna treat you right, baby. gonna make you my number one… I love you, baby. love you. love you so much.” He babbles.

You and the man cum within seconds.. Your body shakes and tenses while he moans out praises, pumping you full of his cum. He grinds you lazily against his cock, riding out your orgasm with a smirk.

“I love you, Katsuki.” You murmurs in the crook of his neck, all fucked out.

Bakugou’s eyes meets his red ones. They pierce through his soul. An all too familiar smirk stretches across the man’s face.. A smirk he sees in mirrors, photoshoots. There’s something behind that smile.. Behind those eyes. something sinister…something wrong.. His stomach curls into many emotions as he had just watched an imposter fucks his wife.

“love you too, baby.”

[diesukitsuki]

okay so.. i like to pretend to punch my friends and brothers.. like just doing exaggerated sound affects as i throw a punch that never lands, or just kicking them in slow motion.

Just imagine doing that to bakugou. Like we all know that he knows self defense, so when you throw a slow motion punch, he just twists your arm so it’s against your back because you’re annoying the shit out of him, or you do a turning kick to the back of his leg and he just catches your foot(easily since you weren’t really trying) and tugs it so you trip.— he catches you, of course, not wanting to ruin your pretty face by smashing it against the floor.

Once, you were doing fake quick jabs at his torso, and he’s just standing there like 🧍.. He thinks it’s kinda funny but like a cringey kind of funny. Like are you trying to pick a fight with him or not??

anyways..

He catches your flying fists and raise it above your head. His eyes are closed when his lips softly plants a kiss in between your eyebrows. You feel your face heat up as the length of his kiss continues to barrel on. The spot he chose to pucker up to is warm, and it makes you feel hazy. Your body feels like it could melt and fall over, and you trust him to catch you— He would without a doubt. Something about the kiss felt so loving and peaceful. It feels so much like home.. and it makes you want to cry.

God, you love him.. so much.

It’s quiet when he pulls away slowly, you can only hear the soft click of his lips leaving your skin. His beautiful carmine eyes slowly opening to gaze down at you. His eyes slightly lidded while your eyes are bulging out of your skull. You blink a couple of times as a smirk tugs at his lips. He let’s your arms fall as you kind of just.. stand there.. It kind of leaves you breathless despite the kiss being nowhere near your lips.

oops.. i got carried away..

Anyways,, yeah..

[diesukitsuki]

CW;; Dilf! Bakugou, Fem! Reader, Unfinished content, slightly sexual, Blogs w/ no age indicators and minors DO NOT INTERACT

It started with cute, flirtatious quips back and forth, then short skirts that you would wear around the house. Your panties always winking at him every time you bent over to pick up his kid’s toys. Then shirts with plunging necklines that wasn’t too inappropriate for work, but deep enough for him to stare at the small tufts of lace peeking out.

One day, he was home from work and you were doing the dishes. His kid had been put to sleep with a stuffed stomach, blabbering about how much fun he had today-- the two of you went to the park. He places his suit case on the table before Bakugou stops to eye your figure.

Your leggings that you wore under your skirt arriving here were now missing.

You were wearing a pastel pink skirt that barely covered your ass. You plump thighs being showcased to him.. in house.. at night. alone.

Your cute ass sways hypnotically as you hum to a song he had just heard on the radio on the way from work. This was the shortest skirt he has ever seen you wear-- or anyone wear. He bites his bottom lip to quell the groan that begins to bubble up in his throat.

He walks over. His maroon eyes tracing the shape of your ass, hoping to keep it burned in his memory for when you leave and all he has is his hand.

You had a bottle of soap in your hand before you turned to put it down a little too close to the edge to greet him with a welcoming smile. Your eyelashes become more emphasized as you look up at him with your big doe eyes. You looked so cute and innocent. Your thin (and slightly soaked) white V-neck tells him how naïve you are as he stares down your shirt. Your bra color is burgundy, he thinks. The top of your tits having a light shine to them from the water. He feels his cock twitch.

You ask about his day, and he gruffly says: fine, before asking you about your day and how his kid behaved. You give him a positive answer for both answers before quickly turning and hitting the soap bottle off of the counter. The thick, blue liquid oozes out of the bottle. You mutter a curse before shooting out an embarrassed sorry.  

You grab a paper towel not far from the sink. Your skirt flutters out as you swiftly turn towards the bottle. He steps back, so you could bend down to retrieve it. He turns his head to look away, but his eyes brings his focus back to your ass. He peaks, wondering what color panties you’re wearing.

His eyes widen and he felt his cock harden at the sight below him.

Your skirt has completely rode over the swell of your ass. He was expecting the color of your panties or (hopefully) some lacy panties, but all he sees is your soft, pliable thighs and your puckered, pillow-y pussy lips.

“Fuck,” He softly moans to himself. His big hands slowly turning into fists.

You straighten your back and turn to him with a mischievous smile, “Did you like what you see..”Bakugou sucks in his breath,“..sir?”

Within a blink of an eye, Bakugou has you pinned to the sink. Your back facing the wet sink while his thigh pressed up against your cunt. His weight is pressed snugly against your chest. His wide shoulder intimidating was overbearing against your form. You could smell his musky cologne as one hand is wrapped around your neck. He smelled of spices with hint of sweetness.. Bakugou’s hot chest against your cold, wet t-shirt. You want him to consume you.

The dent between thumb and index finger pressed against your throat. He turns your head slightly to the side. You could feel his breath against your cheek as he leans his head towards your ear. You let out a whimper.

“God, you’re such a fucking slut, y’know that?” He growls. You squirm, your pussy grinding against his muscular thigh. “Answer me, princess.”

“Yes..” You say in a wispy voice.

“Good girl..” You let out a small whine. He chuckles before turning your head back to slot his lips against yours.

Bakugou kisses you roughly, pulling back every kiss even hard. He nips at your lip and growls against you as you moan against him. You continue to grind on his thigh.

His hand slither downwards as he deepens the kiss. His tongue begins to enter your mouth while his hand grope and squeeze at your soft tits. You mewl under him.

LOL this is a wip (and nae nae).. i’ll probably never finish this smirk.. also ignore any mistakes.. haha.. i’m too lazy to proof read.

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