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Love was never supposed to turn out this way, love was supposed to be honest, open, carefree and undeniable. Which at first it was, but somewhere down the line it turned. Turned like an apple sitting outside in the middle of July. It was heavy, suffocating, and worst of all one big joke.
Everyone tried to warn me of course they did, but all the warnings were brushed off by reassuring sweet tones.
âBaby come on, they're just jealous.â
âIt's only you I swear, no one else has my attention but you baby.â
If only I had listened, if I had listened, maybe I wouldn't be sitting here in the parking lot of a restaurant just on the outskirts of town at nine thirty at night listening to the mix tape he made for me.
Steve âthe fucking hairâ Harrington always found a way to use his charm to mask the lies he told, but unbeknownst to him the fabric of his mask was made out of mesh. He just knew how to make it seem opaque, but I knew all along I just sat and waited. Waited for the right opportunity to pull the rug out from under him.
Now I know what you're thinking, âwhy on earth would you do that?â well the word is tired. Tired of being lonely, tired of feeling unwanted, tired of the hopeless romantic tendencies that always made me feel like everything would be alright.
Well I guess I was mistakenly wrong.. the waitress sitting the two plates down on the table clearly indicated that, but it didn't matter now. I already knew it was too late, I was going to take it too far. The heart that once was soft towards him, and him only now pumped with venom.
I blindly flung open my car door, stepped out and slammed it shut. It seemed nature was on my side. The faint flashes of lightning flashed signaling a brewing storm. The adrenaline pumping through my veins made it seem like I crossed the parking lot in 4 steps, I reached out grabbing the restaurant's door handle before rushing inside.
My heart hammered as my eyes searched for the section they were in, but soon I spotted them well the hair I was running my fingers through just this morning. My flight or fight instincts kicked in, and unfortunately for them I didn't feel like running tonight. The sound of silverware hitting the glass plate told me Steve spotted me before I could fully approach the table.
âWow so what's going on here?â
Steve's mouth opened and closed, and his eyes widened while he tried to come up with something. Before he could speak the girl sitting across from him looked me up and down before a sly smile etched its way across her face.
âWell what does it look like? Who are you?â
A thin smile made its way onto my face before I shook my head trying to find Steve's eyes while he avoided mine. A soft scoff slipped out my lips, and tears blurred my vision before I blinked, shaking my head softly.
âWell I was this asshole's girlfriend, but no need to worry that title has open availability.â
Before anything else could be said I turned around, and walked out of the diner. Despite him calling my name I didn't look back, I didn't turn around, and I wouldn't dare let him see me cry.
even if he didn't show it, bakugo was thrilled to finally let you into his home.
you had been together for nearly two years at this point and your lease for your own place was ending, so why not move in with him? you were shocked when he proposed the idea, but agreed after barely a second thought. you loved him, he loved you...you spent most night's at bakugo's place anyway so there really wouldn't be a difference, would there?
you already had so much of your stuff there! a whole cabinet of snacks in his kitchen and a drawer of your things in the bathroom. whenever bakugo does the laundry, most of his basket consists of your clothes instead of his. and that stupid fluffy blanket you left draped over the couch? his friend's laughed at it when the two of you got together because it was very much not 'bakugocore'...whatever the hell that meant.
one evening after coming home from a particularly rough patrol, bakugo barely took off his boots before some ridiculously sweet smell filled his nose. he could immediately tell you were lighting a candle, but looked up to see his place more...decorated.
"what the hell...?" he grumbled under his breath, stumbling further into his apartment.
a purple rug now sat under under the coffee table. a framed photo of the two of you from your first anniversary dinner hanging above the dining room table in a spot where he said we would put a clock -to which he never did.
some of your knick knacks he remembered seeing in your room arranged cutely on the tv-stand. in addition to that blanket you left on his couch all that time ago sat three new throw pillows.
'hey..." bakugo kissed your cheek as you sat hunched over the dining room table, sorting through some papers. work related? lease related? he had no clue nor did he care much for it anyway. "i see you were busy getting cozy."
you nodded with a soft smile at him. "mhm. i've always told you your place looked so dull. look how much more colourful it is now! i also got you a new spice rack because you were complaining non-stop about the old one."
shifting to sit beside you, bakugo leaned his arm against the table to rest his chin in his palm. damn, he could get used to this. coming home and the first thing he sees is you...amazing view, really. "yeah, guess it is. but you didn't need to, i could have fixed it no problem."
"but you didn't!" you sing-songed to him and boy, did his heart melt. "oh, i found this fantastic side table on sale quite close from facebook market place. can we go visit the seller and pick it up tomorrow? i think it will look great next to that new lamp that came in the other day."
"yeah, anything you want," he nodded. and bakugo meant it. his apartment was now as much yours and it was his. and for the first time, bakugo truly felt at home in his own apartment.
bakugo always had a . . . creative nickname for everyone ( see pinky, shitty hair, and dunce face ), and mina being the detective she is, couldn't help but notice when he started calling you by your name.
so of course she brought attention to this to all the others.
and they noticed the small things.
the way bakugo would hold the door open for you ( bare minimum but he let it shut in everyone else's faces ), how he quieted his voice. the edge dropping, the sharpness dulling.
how his shoulders seemed more relaxed when around you, how the faint start of a smile played at his lips whenever talking to you.
he was just . . . calm. in a way so non-bakugo that it was eerily off putting for everyone else watching.
and he wasn't stupid. he saw their staring, noticed the way mina's eyes flicked in his direction whenever he talked to you.
but he couldn't really bring himself to care. not when you were smiling right in front of him.
Boyfriend!Bakugo helps his innocent horny girlfriend out!
Warning!MDNI
"You taste so sweet, baby..." Katsuki groaned against his fingers that he just pulled away from your sopping cunt, his eyes burning into yours with a hunger that made your stomach flip and made you nervous. "You made such a mess on my hand..my good little squirter."
He leaned back against the headboard, his cock hard and heavy between his thighs, tapping against your soaked pussy. His large hands gripped your waist, lifting you slightly off his lap before pulling down his pants and underwear, releasing his thick, hard cock. It slapped against his abs, leaving a trail of pre-cum. "Come here, baby..." Katsuki murmured, pulling you back down onto his lap.
You let out a whimper as soon as you saw him. You couldnât help but listen to him either way as you let him pull you back to his lap.
He held your hips in place, hovering your bottom above his huge, throbbing erection. "You wanna try taking it, sweetheart?" He asked softly, his hands squeezing your hips possessively.
Hearing his voice snapped you out of your daze, eyes still locked in on his erection almost drooling as you nodded your head softly. "Yesâ..please Kats I wanna try.."
"That's my curious girl..." He chuckled darkly at your reaction, seeing your innocent gaze locked onto his thick length. You were practically drooling, your mind trying to process how something that big was supposed to fit inside your tight pussy. "Don't worry, baby..." He murmured, pulling your hips down until the swollen head of his cock was pressing against your soaked entrance.
"I'll go slow..." He promised gently, watching your hole flutter nervously against the thick tip of his cock. "You're gonna stretch open so pretty for me, baby.." He slowly pulled your hips down, letting his head start to pop inside your tight entrance. You immediately gasped, your pussy struggling to take just the first inch. "Good girl..."
He kissed your neck softly, pulling you down a little more. "There we go... that's it, baby..." He groaned as your tight walls stretched impossibly around the first two inches of him. "You're doing so good... such a good little fuck..." He praised dirtily, one hand sliding up your back to cradle your head against his shoulder. Katsuki slowly pushed you down another inch, feeling your pussy struggling to accommodate him. You were whimpering and gasping against his neck, your body trembling with the overwhelming sensation. He was barely halfway inside you, and already your hole was stretched obscenely around him.
He held you there for a moment, letting you adjust to the four inches of his cock buried inside your pussy. He could feel your little hole fluttering and clenching around him desperately, trying to push out the foreign object. But it only made him groan and press deeper. "Fuck, you're so tight..."
You whined loudly at his groaning and his words, sitting down trying to shove the rest of him inside slowly but surely. His hands squeezed your hips as you tried to take more of him on your own, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. He could feel every inch of his thick cock being engulfed by your tight pussy, stretching you wider and wider. "Easy, baby..slow down..."
But you weren't listening, you wanted it all inside you. Your hips bounced down onto his, taking another two inches deeper until his thick cock hit your cervix. You froze completely, a strangled whimper escaping your lips. "That's it... fuck, you took it all..." He groaned, feeling your cervix pressing against his tip.
"Mâ too full Katsâ.." You sat there whimpering, completely still, your eyes wide with overwhelm. Your body was practically split open with his cock buried inside you. You could feel his thick length pressing painfully against your cervix, you hadn't expected this, hadn't prepared for his full size to swallow you whole. "Breathe, baby..." He murmured, kissing your forehead.
His hand rubbed soothing circles on your lower back as you adjusted to his full length buried inside you. After a few moments, your whimpers quieted down and you could feel your pussy starting to relax around his thick shaft. Somehow, your tight hole was getting used to him. "There we go... you're getting used to me, aren't you?" He chuckled softly, his hips making tiny movements inside you as he felt your walls starting to grip him possessively instead of painfully. It was clear that your body was adapting and your innocent curiosity was leading you straight into obsession with his massive cock. "You like having me inside you, sweet girl?"
You tried to nod, but your body was still recovering from the shock of being completely filled by his length. Your walls were clenched and fluttering around him tightly, yet your innocent eyes were begging for more despite the obvious pain. He tilted your chin up, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Tell me, sweetheart... you want me to fuck you?"
Your innocent head nodded rapidly, your body understanding exactly what he meant despite your inexperience. "Please- yes please.." You wanted that massive cock to move inside you, wanted him to fuck your pussy until you saw stars. "That's my girl..." He groaned, grabbing your hips firmly. "Hold onto my neck, baby..." Your arms immediately wrapped around his neck, your hands gripping his shoulders as you prepared yourself. He lifted your hips slowly, pulling his massive cock out until just the thick head remained inside your fluttering entrance. Then, he slammed you back down.
"Mmphâ!" You cried out as he filled you completely in one brutal thrust. "Fuck... such a good little pussy..." He began pumping you slowly, carefullyâpulling his massive cock out until just the head remained before slamming it back into your pussy. Each thrust made your small body jolt and bounce on his lap, your innocent eyes rolling back in pleasure. "That's it... take it all, baby..." He praised, his hips snapping up to meet your downward movements.
You were bouncing on his cock now, your body learning its new purpose which was to take his big length over and over again. Each slam made your pussy gush around him, your earlier pain completely replaced by overwhelming pleasure. You were making wet squelching noises with each thrust, your walls milking his cock greedily. "Such a good girl..." You couldn't even form words anymore just broken whimpers and gasps escaping your lips. Your head was thrown back, your innocent mind couldn't handle the pleasure.
He chuckled darkly at your inability to speak, your little sounds turning into breathless cries every time he slammed you down onto his length. Your body was going limp, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him stretching you open perfectly. "So cute when you're fucked dumb, baby..." His grip tightened on your waist, speeding up the thrusts slightly.
Your eyes were drooping, your walls fluttering erratically around him as you teetered on the edge. He could feel your pussy getting wetter, your hips starting to move on their own bouncing desperately onto his thick cock. "That's it... cum for me..." He growled against your ear, one hand sliding up to roughly grip your throat.
Your eyes rolled back again, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as he hit that perfect spot inside you. Your walls were spasming around him so tightly it was a wonder he could pull out at all but he did, enjoying the feel of your pussy snapping shut behind him. "Fuck, you're so cute.."
Hi guys I hope you missed me so so much ykđâïž anyways um I hope you guys like dis one I cooked up!
synopsis: (bakugou just wants you to let him into your world) knowing you're sleeping in his bed, bakugou visits you on his lunch break
tags: situationship au, pro hero!bakugou katsuki, phd student!reader, smut: (p in v, fingering(f), clit rubbing), fluffy, feelings, yearning bkg, reciprocation, emotionally constipated reader, more into how they got together
notes: this can be read as a standalone but this is part of my situationship bkg au GREYSCALE !! specifically this is part 2 to 360!
GREYSCALE MASTERLIST
it's 5am when bakugou picks you up from the club and after dropping all your friends home, he brings you back to his city skyscraper apartment. he helps you up the stairs because he doesnât trust lifts which only ends up with him carrying you bridal style while you play with his hair, whispering about how fun tonight was. birds are chirping outside, the sun is coming up and he only has time to see you crawl out of the shower in one of his big t-shirts. he stares as you brush your teeth sleepily, leaning against the doorframe and handing you a towel.
he kisses you slow and soft, hand on your ass for a while. a long while. until youâre tapping his chest, âokay okay big boy. i gotta go to sleep and you have work!â
bakugou is thrilled knowing youâre sleeping in his bed right now. youâre tucked up safe and sound in his bed. part of him knows itâs stupid to be a little insecure of you in his space like youâll finally find out how boring he really is. his plain white bedsheets and his bedroom is bare aside from a few books he has on a single shelf. heâs got no plants, no random things heâs collected, just his bed and his walk in closet a room over. heâs embarrassed for you to see how boring his way of life is, compared to your upbeat, life well lived room.
at lunch time, instead of eating in his office he drives back home to find you, a lump in his bedsheets, scrolling through your phone hungover as hell.
âlook what my friend posted of me! i look stupid.â
thatâs the first thing you say to him. no hello like you saw him two minutes ago. bakugou swipes the phone out of your hand, grinning like a madman at the familiarity of it all. the video is of you swaying your hips, admittedly drunk but itâs not a bad video at all. you look gorgeous, sexy, one with the music. he cringes inwardly at that thought but itâs true.
âyou donât at all. send that to me.â he hands you back your phone. youâve got the covers up to your ears and you look miniature, just your head popping out, sunken into his goose feather pillows.
âiâm definitely not and your bed is insane. why donât we spend more time here?â you drawl shutting your eyes slowly, âthank you for leaving out water and a tablet for me.â
âno problem, doll,â he drops the breakfast he got for you on his bedside table then he strips off his jeans so he can sit on the bed beside you. he begins to unwrap his sandwich.
âdoll?â your laugh is smothered by the duvet, âthatâs new?â
âyou looked like one yesterday,â he says with a mouthful of bread, chicken and salad, âwhat do i have to do to get you lookinâ like that for me?â
you start blinking at him slowly like a purring cat, âwe could go to a bar? i know you know fancy ones.â
bakugou doesnât drink but heâs got friends that do. he can ask them.
âalso i woke up to good reviews about you.â
he makes a noise of confusion, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
âhah?â
âmy friends liked you. said you were a gentleman. i said youâre not usually like that.â
his little plan worked. he was on his best behaviour, you werenât completely lying here. opening the car door to let them out. not driving away until they were all inside. dropping everyone to their doors instead of the bus station, even when you were fast asleep in his car. kept the conversation light, let the girls chat amongst themselves and he was just happy to be there. even answering questions about his career and noticing how you were quieter than usual, listening intently throughout your slowly fading drunkenness.
âi am a gentleman. you just donât let me be one to you.â he stuffs his face in his sandwich. then he points to the paper bag by your head. âi got you breakfast.â
âkatsuki,â you whine, âyou didnât have to.â
he chuckles, âthatâs what i mean.â
you sit up on your forearms, still looking like a bus just hit you. your hair's a mess, the neckline to the t-shirt youâre wearing has dropped over your shoulder and youâre doing this confused pout when you look around the room. bakugou thinks youâre insanely beautiful. like they grew you in a lab just for him or nicer, the gods in the heavens created you with him in mind.
âyou havenât kissed me. you just started eating your sandwich.â
bakugouâs chewing slow down, heâs only perched on his bed, not wanting to lay back on his pillow because heâs been outside in this t-shirt.
the pout is for him, that he needs to kiss you to make you feel better. this is where the lines blur between the play pretend relationship and something real. you guys both donât just fuck when youâre bored. thereâs more here that means something and heâs just waiting for you to realise.
âyou wanna kiss from me?â bakugou asks, smirking slightly, using his tongue to get some lettuce out his back teeth.
it doesnât turn you off, at all. it only makes you frown because youâre immediately not getting what you want.
âi just said that. no hello kiss like we usually do.â
bakugouâs smile becomes a million watts, âthatâs cute as hell, doll.â
but he takes another bite of his sandwich despite. he wants to see how long it would take you to beg, to start whining and kicking your feet to get one from him. he rarely sees you somewhat vulnerable, hungover, craving physical touch and asking, or demanding really, for a kiss.
turns out it doesnât take you long to give up completely. you flop back onto the bed, the memory foam catching you in a way your old ass mattress doesnât. âfine. i have morning breath anyway.â
heâs sure youâre crossing your arms under the duvet, about to turn over to pull out your phone.
âwait, wait, wait. so fuckinâ impatient.â he mumbles, neatly tucking his sandwich back into the packaging to discard on his bedside table, grabbing one of his tissues to wipe his hands. you look at him with wide eyes, like youâre the sleeping beauty who needs a kiss to cure you of your hangover.
to your surprise but never disappointment, bakugou pulls off his t-shirt, leaving him in only his boxers. you sigh delightedly but, âwhyâd you take your top off? not that iâm complaining.â
âsounds like you are. i wore it outside, donât want it touching my bedsheets,â he cages you under him as you shrug your arms out under the covers. he lays a kiss over your lips.
you smile immediately, closed lips, refusing to open your mouth.
bakugouâs handsome, painfully so. especially knowing heâs just done half a day of work whilst youâve been asleep and he came back just to see you. it all overwhelms you a little, drives you crazy enough to beg him for a kiss. even if you did give up after asking twice.Â
itâs just a peck at first, your cheeks round and bakugouâs pulling away, to bite down on his lip. you love the scar in the centre of his chest. the size of his biceps as he hovers over you. your fingers rake through the hair on his nape and you wonder if heâs ever done anything wrong during your time together. but he could. is what the heartbroken you whispers at the back of your head.
âopen your mouth for me. kiss me properly,â he breathes and you donât care heâs got sandwich breath because yours is probably worse. he kisses along your jaw, in the meantime, your whole body warms up like youâre about to catch a fever.
âmorning breath, âtsuki.â youâre already breathing heavy, especially when he dips down to nibble at your neck.
âyâreally think i give a fuck?â he shoves the duvet off your body, just so he can sneak underneath. âc'mon, make my trip on my lunch break worthwhile.â
he sounds like a horny teenage jock off those american shows. itâs because you know heâs not serious, that your legs turn to jelly. his gravelly whisper as your legs wrap around his waist. you sharply exhale when he presses himself against the gusset of your panties. heâs half hard now but will definitely be at full mast with a single brush of your tongues.
everything about bakugou katsuki, the rich ass pro hero who for some reason puts up with you, is endearing. your breakfast beside you, dropping your friends home, needing to know what youâll say to anyone that flirts with you.
itâs like a stupid roleplay, âhow longâs your lunch break?â
he smirks, boyish, confident and enamoured, âiâm the boss. whenever i want.â
he can max do two hours with you realistically, heâs got a load of meetings today.
you hate how that turns you on.
âyou win.â
your lips meet for the second time but apart, with enough space for bakugou to slide his tongue into your mouth. your moan is instant, arms wrapping around his neck to drag him as close as possible. your tongues brush, he sucks on yours. he twists his head slightly for a better angle and a grunt bursts out of him, an involuntary grind between your legs next.
your body is alight, electric bursting under your skin. just over some making out, half undressed in his sheets. but itâs because of katsuki why you get like this and you like him more than you care to admit.
âfuckinâ loved thinkinâ about you in my bed while i was workinâ,â he says with his lips over yours, âyou were safe, exactly where i left you.â
âcourse i would be,â you rock against him, grabbing his wrist by your head, âtouch me. want to feel you.â
âtouch you where?â he breathes against your neck, a kiss under your ear.
âdonât be mean,â you mewl, tightening your legs around his waist. ââtsuki baby.â
thatâs one of your usual tricks to make him do anything, a sweet little pet name that gives you the reaction you want, a thrust of his hard cock against your clit. bakugouâs the biggest youâve ever been with, knows how to use it too. another reason why you canât let him go.
ânah, tell me.â
you huff, âyour fingers, inside me. rub my cunt.â
his smirk is cocky, a winner. âwhy didnât you say the first time?â
but youâre rewarded swiftly, his large calloused hand sneaking under the covers and under your panties. âso wet. this for me?â
your exhales are already fluttering, hips jolting when he gathers the wetness from your hole and rubs it over your clit. youâre fixated when he pulls away from you for a second to spit on his fingers, keeping eye contact the whole time.Â
âyouâre so annoying,â you mumble, because everything about him can be too much. too skilled with his hands, too attractive with his face and body. knowing exactly what to do and how long to make you wait.
âbut youâre still here.âÂ
with the added wetness, he rubs circles into you, finally allowing your body to just relax. your eyes shut and bakugou sits on his knees to drag his t-shirt to sit under your chin.
âall this waitinâ for me. no way i couldnât come home early,â
âfeels so good, âtsuki.â you say, rolling against his fingers.Â
then, you give him those eyes, your needy watery desperate ones, âi want your cock.â
bakugouâs been fucked since the day he saw your photos on that stupid dating app kaminari suggested him to download. heâs never cared for dating in his circle, or someone in the same tax bracket as him but this celebrity rich kid dating app only meant that. till it gave him you with the little detail that youâre working on your phd at the nearby university.
bakugou thinks he loves you, heâs never felt this way about anyone before. this incessant need to protect you, have you around him at all times. to want to know every detail about your life and be fully integrated. he needs to know why you donât want him to be your boyfriend.
your palm runs down his chest, fingers dipping in every dip and curve, only stopping when you moan with the arch of your back.
âpatience, baby.â he should be going back to work soon, he doesnât even have time to be saying this to you.
âpull out your cock, let me see.â
he huffs like heâs irritated but heâs anything but. he shifts his weight to yank off his underwear, his cock slapping against his stomach, pre leaking onto his tanned skin.
you croon at the sight of him, always so beautiful. thick and long, a cock men would only dream of. with three veins along his shaft and you only get flashbacks of when it was in you less than fifteen hours ago.
âdid you do what you told me last night?â
your mouth is salivating. you force yourself to look away from his crotch. your friends would say you're dickmatised right now. or maybe all time. the way you ran to bakugou when you saw his car pull up carries a month's worth of âi told you soâs from your friendship group. you have definitely downplayed how much you like this man.
âwhat?â
you reach forward to touch him and although he twitches, he slaps your hand off him.
âkatsuki!â
he drags his fingers off your clit to slide two inside of you. already youâre bubbling in pleasure when he rubs against your walls, curls his fingers just where you like.
âyou sent me a text that nobody spoke to you. did anyone try after that?â
you like that he believes you, that your text wasnât a lie to make him feel better. it was true, it was early in the night so nobody had. but afterâŠ
itâs the insecurity that makes bakugou ask, that makes him sit at his desk in his office and wonder what you actually said to these guys.
ât-three guys,â you say quickly, rushing to get it out before another moan tumbles out. the wetness of your cunt is loud at this point, the gushing of his fingers inside of you, the squelch when he pulls out and thrusts in a third finger.
âyeah? what happened?â he sounds measured and controlled, looks it too, but bakugouâs heart races against his chest. he pinches your left nipple to get you to pay attention again.
âi wanna come, baby,â you plead, âplease.â
âafter my question. you can do it.â
you roll your eyes, locking your legs around his waist and trying to pull his cock closer to you. bakugou stays exactly where he is though, moving to no avail.
âthey all just complimented me. said i was beautiful, if i liked the dj. then t-they asked if i was singleâ fuck,â he prods a sensitive spot. you want more, you want him, âi said iâm seeing someone. i t-told you iâd say that!â
âthen they all fucked off? they didnât try harder?â
he knows how iridescent you usually are, even when you fucking wake up in the morning, when youâre walking around your home in old joggers and a toothpaste stained tee. but he knows how men get once they see legs and breast. he knows how he got when he saw you like that before he dropped you off. paired with you drunk in your element, bakugou knows heâd be all over you.
âone did. i told himâ,â you stop yourself, glancing away.
âwhat? tell me and iâll let you come. fuck you how you want.â
you grit your teeth, âyouâre so annoying, katsuki.â
âthatâs okay with me, doll. you still want me anyway.â he's back circling your clit, puffy and so much more sensitive than before. âcome on.â
âi said i had a b-boyfriend.â
bakugouâs a car engine and you just twisted the key. has him fisting his cock to angle into you.
âbut you donât have one, do you?â
that has you whipping back to him, but his attention is on sliding his cock slowly into your pussy. itâs a gargle of noises that come from you. moans and whines and words of confusion. your back arches in delight, hands grabbing touch any part of him. once heâs flush into you, bakugou grumbles a deep, âmotherfucker.â
youâve always been too intense for him, from the week of back and forth texts on the app to slightly ghosting him on the second week after he asked to take you out. you were funny in a way he doesnât find in his friends, pretty in a way he thought was unbelievable and this was all through a screen. part of him was terrified to even meet you. he first offered to take you to a restaurant, a fancy steak and caviar one which you said no to after a few minutes. you googled the name of it and upon checking the prices, refused. then he offered a coffee date after your class and you reluctantly agreed.
âyou lied to him, you donât have a boyfriend,â he says between gritted teeth, beginning to start thrusting. his hands treat you with care, kneading your thighs but his hips move with sharp, precise finesse. he knows to angle himself exactly to hit your softness points, how to have you gushing around him.
youâre unsure what heâs getting at, why heâs doing this now, why you feel upset at the idea that itâs true. heâs not your boyfriend because you wonât let him be.
âno i donât,â you whisper to him, âknees.â
he pushes your knees by your head so youâre in a mating press. everythingâs deeper, more intense, your body yearning for a release.
he rocks into you. dick prodding everywhere that feels good, tucked warm in your walls.
âyouâre so fuckinâ soft. you drive me insane all the goddamn time.â
you know you do. you see it in his face when you kiss him goodbye.
âwhen are you gonna let me in?â he moans, the sound of slapping skin and your merged wetness louder than his words. âiâd treat you better than the fuckers before.â
you know he would. that is what makes this worse.
âiâm going to come,â you warble, reaching down to touch your clit. âlet me come.â
youâre both sweaty, overcome by emotion that bakugou wasnât even planning on unleashing today. but being around you with his dick hard, he struggles to control what comes out his mouth.
âi want you so bad, doll.â more than sexually, more than this stupid purgatory youâve got him stuck in.
you say it because itâs what youâre genuinely feeling. because you do want him, you want him so much that it scares you and only makes you imagine the feeling of it all falling apart.
âi want you too, katsuki. so much.â
your orgasm is unexpected even to you, shaking your body with an unconfined squeal. bakugou keeps rolling his hips, touching your clit because your fingers have gone tense. he can see the waves of pleasure shake you, your eyes closing to take it all in.
he thinks he understands what you mean. but still itâs not enough, he needs you all.
bakugou spills into you with a couple jolts, knees shaky and arms weak. he keeps going till heâs done, watching the shared liquids spill out of your pussy and around his cock.
bakugou pulls out and flops on the bed beside you, yanking off the duvet so heâs exposed to the cold air. his chest heaves like yours, staring at the ceiling blankly.
âhow the hell am i goinâ back to work after that?â
you giggle beside him, rolling into his open arms and sniffing his armpit.
âyou need a shower too.â
he scoffs, âso do you.â
you swat at his chest, âannoying.â
heâs mindful that he needs to clean you up, kiss anywhere he was particularly rough and head back to his agency. he can shower there.
though only thing racks his mind, âi know you know but i meant what i said.â
katsuki wants all of you.
âi know.â you exhale, âi meant what i said too.â
you want him too.
you reach up to give him a peck then stretch to grab a few tissues from his bedside table. he snatches them from your hand. âi can do that.â
he swipes between your legs then over your ass for good measure. heâs careful where youâre sensitive, kissing your thighs and pulling down the t-shirt youâve got on.
âiâve gotta go,â he grunts.
âcanât you just stay? you said youâre the boss.â
bakugouâs never had you like this. wanting more from him. he feels like a mouse following a line of cheese though he doesnât know if itâs a trap or paradise at the end. are you toying him around or is he close to you becoming undone for him?
âgot a mission soon baby, if i could i would.â
then he rolls back over you, rewarding you with kisses on your cheeks, forcing you to push him away when they get sloppy. âkatsuki!â
you study every scar and beauty spot when he climbs out of bed. how he stretches and grumbles, âstop lookinâ at me.âÂ
but you continue, especially when he pulls on his underwear then his jeans. youâre fixated when he tucks himself behind his zipper, and then his t-shirt last.
âyouâre not showering?â
he grabs his half eaten sandwich, shrugging, âgonna shower at the office.â
you balk, âyouâve got a shower there?â
it wonât ever get old seeing you surprised by what he has, â'course baby. a sauna too.â
âwow!â
âiâll show you when youâre free. give you a tour.â itâs as if heâs going to war. leaving his pretty lady to fend for herself in his luxury double shower head apartment.
âokay, âtsuki.â you smile softly, âtext me.â
he smirks, chest full of butterflies, âyou text me when youâre leavinâ or stay if you want.âÂ
bakugou didnât kiss you hello, but he remembers to kiss you goodbye. a hard peck on your lips with his hand at your jaw, âsee you doll.â
âbye, bye.â
GREYSCALE MASTERLIST
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Fuck that ho, fuck that bitch, It's fuck that ho 'til the condom slip
messy pro hero!kastuki who has beef with your also pro!ex boyfriend and who decides to one up him when he sees you drinking alone at a bar. you guys have been public for a while now, headlines and front pages so to see you sitting alone nursing a glass of whiskey, katsuki is intrigued to say the least. turns out you and your ex had broken up (he is a messy horrible cheater who got caught while in another city with at least three girls) and while you are upset and hurt and kinda heartbroken, you are furious, filled to the brim with a desire for revenge,for retribution and thatâs exactly how you find yourself under dynamight with his cock shoved deep within you.
youâre a babbling mess, a mess of lipgloss, spit and tears are smeared across your cheeks. your cunt squeezing and gushing around him and god did he feel good. as if the number one pro wasnât enough of a good hero, he was a good fuck. already making you cum on his tongue then his fingers and now his cock.
âwhoâs making you feel this good, baby?â he drawls, pulling his hips back to sit on his hunches as you fuck yourself.
âyouâ you whine, hips chasing his.
ânuh uh. give me a name, sweetheart.â he tsks, slowly beginning a grind of his hips.
â âs you, dynamight.â your voice stutters out as his thumb comes to press on your clit.
his phone pans up from your sopping pussy, clenching around his bare cock (you never let your ex hit it raw) to your messy, flushed face. his fingers that were once deep in you grip your chin, hard and rough, but not cruel.
âbetter than your number two hero?â
you nod, words leaving you as he slides two fingers against your tongue.
âneed you to say it.â
he presses down on your tongue.
âso much better.â you grin around the digits.
katsuki clicks the phone off, throwing it across the room as he leans over you, kisses being pressed to your jaw, cheek, neck, anywhere he can reach.
âyou wanna send it to him?â he is breathless as he returns to fucking his hips into you
âshut up, katsuki.â you push against his chest to roll him over. âjust fuck meâ
bakugou doesn't want to admit it, but he's obsessed with you, within barely a month of actually dating you.
you settled on the stool in the kitchen, eyes droopy with sleep, the slight chill of mint toothpaste still lingering in your mouth, yawning you looked at bakugou.
"hi." you grinned, toothy and wide, eyes squinted shut at the mere site of him, "what are you upto, handsome?" teasing and cheeky, so early in the morning, your be the death of him.
"nothing." he mumbled, cheeks dusted with a rosy hue, eyes darting between you and the decor he had on his walls, "made you breakfast."
plate of savoury pancakes placed on the counter beside you, followed by a glass of water, cup of steaming coffee rested beside him on the counter, strict with his rule of no coffee on empty stomach.
"this isn't nothing." you quipped, leaning over to grasp at his hand, pulling him closer so he stood between your legs, albeit at least 3 foot taller from were you sat on the stool, "did you wake up extra early for this?"
you squeeze your thighs around his, fingers fiddling with the hem of his apron, looping and unlooping around the straps, grazing touches that leave behind a tingling sensation.
"had to wake up early anyways." shrugging his shoulders, he meted in your hold, body absentmindedly chasing your touch, his own hands coming to rest on your cheeks, "eat up, you have a long shift today."
you tilted your head, pressing a kiss against the pad of his thumb, mischievous glint in your eyes, as your lips parted and swallowed his digit, cheeks hollowing softly.
bakugou shuddered, letting out a weak sigh, feeling himself harden to full mast, breakfast, work, all pushed back to the back of his mind, one cheeky little gesture and he's ready to go back to bed.
you pull away, thumb slipping out of our mouth, glossy with a sheen layer of spit, wiping your mouth, with the back of your hand, you turned towards the counter, "I'll have to give you something to eat too."
Wanting to spend the night with your husband backfires when he doesn't show up to bed, only to be drowning himself in grading his students' papers. You grow tired of missing his touch and presence until you find yourself at his office, and willing to give anything for the attention you think you deserve.
Long nights alone were rough. Especially when your husband refused to come to bed. He said he had too many papers to grade, and he was never the type to leave shit unfinished (the bags under his eyes were clear evidence).
You, being the lazy being you are, reach out to your bedside table to grab your phone. You start to type.
Come to bed, Shouta.
You stared at the screen. The delivered message taunted you. You should've known better than to think Aizawa would have his phone on him at all times, let alone respond early when he's working.
You groan and reluctantly kick your feet off the edge of your bed, standing to make your way to the closed door of his office.
You stand before it after dragging your feet across the hard wood floor of your shared house. Your head falls onto the door, knocking with your forehead with one loud thud.
"What is it, (y/n)?" His voice grunts from the inside.
With that, you turn the knob, pushing yourself in as if you were invited.
You step in, closing the door behind you, leaning against it as it snaps shut.
Aizawa's head doesn't bother looking up as they focus on the papers laid before him. His fingers steadily wrapped around his ball-point pens, marking his students' papers with bright red ink that make mistakes look worse than they actually are.
You sigh when he doesn't acknowledge your presence, once again gliding your feet toward his general direction.
His eyes finally tear from the papers and up at your pouting face. Your hands are on the edge of the smoothly-cut wood of his desk.
You can see everything clearly, finding everything organized and easily accessible. You swear to god, his organization skills turn you on so fucking much.
"Go to bed. It's almost midnight."
"Hypocritical for you to say such a thing."
You lean further, your chin almost resting on the desk as you watch his brows furrow in slight irritation. But at least you were tolerable, right?
"Don't be like that, brat. You know I have work to do."
"It's Saturday, just do it tomorrow, baby." You whine, proving his pet name to be a right fit for you.
"I don't procrastinate." He says sternly, as if talking to one of his damn students. His eyes start to shift downwards, back to those papers, but your hand snaps to grab his chin.
Now his eyes are narrowed as he looks up at you with tired eyes. "Can't you just enlighten your wife and come to bed?"
"I'm not going to have this conversation with you again, love." His hand wraps around your wrist, slowly untangling from his chin.
You frown, ripping from his grip with a sour expression. His eyes shift in the slightest.
"Fine." You grumble.
He says nothing, sighing before looking back down to his papers before seeing your head pop up between his legs in less than a minute.
You decided you won't just let shit go. You need to win in some way, even if that means falling to your knees and crawling under his desk.
"What're you doing?" His voice didn't betray any emotion that stirred inside of him, but the way his Adams apple bobbed from a hard swallow did.
"Nothing. Keep working."
".. I can't."
"Why not?" Your head tilts in a way where it's almost teasing.
His jaw flexes, "You're being a distraction."
"Already? But I didn't even do this yet." Your fingers are already on his belt, skillfully clicking it, pulling it through the loops, watching it loosen immediately around his slutty waist.
"Stop." His wrists snap on yours, tighter than he wanted, but it was clear he couldn't control himself with you doing this to him.
You stay still, eyes on him, unfazed.
"But I'm working."
"Why're you being difficult?" He mumbles, his thumb shifting over your soft skin, almost trying to rub off the marks his fingers made on your wrist by accident.
"We both got jobs to do." Your hands slips from his, pulling the belt until it hits the floor with a soft clunk.
His hands now rest uselessly by his sides, fingers twitching slightly as you slowly pull his waistband down.
His hips move slightly, almost as if he's helping you access his cock.
His boxers keep the monster contained as it's clearly pressing against the fabric, threatening to make a hole.
He curses silently, head now leaned back, staring up at the ceiling.
You're already grinning, realizing he's finally giving you the reigns you've been wishing for for so long.
Your fingers greedily pulled the material down, letting his hard-on out.
It's so big. Thick. You're already salivating, you panties getting soaked at the hisses your husband is letting out.
You fist his throbbing cock, watching his hands shoot out to cover his face.
You start with a long lick, from the base all the way up to his sensitive tip, feeling the way his quads flex instinctively.
You take him whole, squeezing out grunts and groans from his rough mouth.
His resistance snaps, head snapping down to look at you and take him down your throat. His hand moves to your hair, tucking it behind your ears.
"You're such a fucking brat, you know that?" He grunts, feeling your ridged tongue flick around his tip.
"Taking me whole like a good fucking girl? How desperate you must've- n..ugh..- been.." He speaks, the dirtiness spilling from his lips, hands holding the top of your head, guiding it.
The extra hand cups your soft face, wiping the tears from your eyes, yet you show absolutely no sign of pulling off.
"Sucking like a leech. Are you a leech for me, (y/n)?" He mocks, pulling your head further in, hearing your gags and groans.
His breaths became heavy and scattered.
Your head bobs further, ready to swallow his load before his hand tightens around your hair, forcefully pulling you off before unloading all over your face.
His eyes never looked away from this masterpiece before him. Your face, all covered in juices.
His juices.
"Wanna be a brat, huh?" He pulls you by the collar, twisting you to face away from him, not letting you clean off the semen from your skin as you're bent over his desk.
Suddenly not caring for the organized desk full of papers and pens, only caring about breeding his desperate brat.
It wasn't long before your bottom half of clothes were torn off. His hand pressed against your head, pressing downwards.
You whine, cheek pressed against the wood before feeling a sharp swat on your ass. You gasp, toes (which weren't even touching the ground) curled as he delivers another blow to the opposite cheek.
"Want me to fill that pussy up, huh? Annoyed me just so you could get a little discipline from me, hm? Isn't that right?"
You whimper, shallow breaths. "Y-Yes.. fill me up, baby!"
He lets out a low laugh that seemed to rumble across the office.
"What a dirty whore you are for my cock."
He reaches down, fingers feeling around your hole before plunging in, earning himself a squeal from your throat. "Already soaked for daddy and everything, hm?" His free hand extends to caress your hair as you laid there, taking his fingers.
In such a small instance, his finger was pulled out and replaced with the thickness of his girth.
You screamed out, your hole being stretched gives a white hot pain that quickly turns into pleasure, as your husband thrusts into you.
"Fuck," He curses, leaning down to your ear, hand on your waist to keep you steady. "I forgot how tight your walls close in on my cock, baby."
You can feel him smiling against your earlobe, his heavy breathing syncing with your small moans is music to both pairs of ears.
You feel him hitting the perfect spot, legs twitching from underneath him as he continues his relentless pace.
The sound of skin slapping against one another was genuinely the hottest thing you've ever heard. The wet noises your pussy produced while being bred by Aizawa's shaft.
"I-I.. n..gh.." You sputtered nonsense, and Aizawa was chuckling.
"What? Cock drunk already, brat?" His pace quickened, feeling himself grow closer to the edge as well.
You moan, drool, mixed with Shouta's excess cum, escape your lips, and onto his (now) unorganized desk.
You feel your walls tighten, and so does he. He ends with four more huge thrusts into you before pulling out and shooting his load onto your cheeks. The skin now glazed just like your face.
You groan, body still trembling from the ecstasy you've just experienced.
Aizawa held his grip on the edges on the desk, beside your ass cheeks. He kept himself up, catching his breath while eyeing his students' papers that laid on the floor, forgotten.
He lets out an exhausted sigh, not wanting to think about cleaning everything up, so he shifts his focus back on you, who lay still on the table, also breathing heavily.
"You distracted me,"
You groan in response, shifting up before you're pulled, your back pressed against his chest.
"I hope you know that was just the beginning."
You smiled and tilted your head back, finding your lips against his, clearly unfazed by his 'threat'.
He chuckles at your expression, picking you up into his arms in bridal style.
"Fuckin' brat." He mutters, leaving his office in a scattered mess.
Though, it'll be nothing compared to the mess you'll be creating in the bedroom.
Shota Aizawa loves a bad girl (smut, fem reader, slight bondage, sweet aftercare, 18+ only)
It had been months of long nights. He taught in the day and patrolled at night. You had been fine with it. Or at least you tried to be, but lately youâd been feeling neglected.
You were not a maiden in distress by any means. You had your own life, your own career, but at night when youâd come home to an empty bed the aggravation couldnât help but grow.
When you first started dating Shota Aizawa the inconsistency of when you could meet seemed thrilling. Almost like a game of cat and mouse. Now it was his turn to be the mouse.
You knew his schedule fairly well now, living together giving you the advantage of being able to pin him down more. It was dark in the apartment, only the glow of moonlight through the curtains illuminated the room. You loved this high-rise. The city looked so beautiful at night. A city full of danger, one your lover had sworn to protect, but tonight he wasnât going anywhere.
You could hear him shuffling in the next room, getting ready to leave for his nightly patrol. He rounded the corner now, he was in his full hero gear, his hair tied up halfway. He looked so good, so strong standing there in doorway, a breathless sigh escaped your lips.
âWhat are you doing?â He asked, his voice low and husky. You feigned a coy smile, shifting slightly in the window so your slip brushed over your breasts, exposing your hard nipples in the soft light.
âWhat do you mean?â You ask back, a tease in your voice. He stalked over to you, leaning down to your face. âYou need to move.â He growled, you knew he always took this way out to work. You pressed a slim finger into his chest. Feeling the hard muscle underneath. âWhat if I donât?â You purred, smoothing your hand over his chest, feeling it start to rise and fall rapidly.
You could feel the need growing between your legs. Pressing your thighs together at the scent of his cologne. It had been so long, you were needy. He grabbed your hand forcefully, holding it tightly in the air, an unwanted moan falling out of you. âAh!â
âI donât have time for thisâ he hissed at you. Shoving your hand back at you. You slipped a strap down your shoulder. Watching as his eyes followed you. His breathing becoming uneven, you could see the stretch of his pants tighten over his dick. He still held your hand.
You pressed your other hand down your stomach, pressing into the sheer fabric, following it down till you pressed at the heat between your legs. Another moan escaped out of your pouty lips. He groaned quietly watching you.
âDonât be a tease, you know I have to leave.â His voice breathy and shallow. You ignored him, continuing to work your hand, more soft gasps coming from you. He had enough.
He snatched your hand away, you whined at the sudden change absence contact. âYouâre being a brat.â He closed the gap between you, breathing into hungrily into your neck. He ran his tongue up to your ear, hot, wet, and greedy. You leaned your head back enjoying the warmth. Your legs pressing together needily.
He started sucking on your neck, placing a heavy hand on your thigh forcing your legs open. He thumbed at your inner thigh, teasing there. âAh, please.â You groaned. He shook his head no against your neck. Letting it go with a loud pop.
âNo, since you wanna make me late for work, you can wait.â He growled, his voice deep and full of want. You whined, and he grabbed your face. Your soft lips parting with anticipation.
His eyes glowed in the dark, and you watched as he unraveled his bandages. You gasped as he wrapped your wrists tightly, pulling them hard.
He slid his fingers between your legs now, you let out a needy moan feeling the sudden contact. âYouâre already so wet for me.â He breathed, pulling you deeper into his touch with the bandages. You could feel your wetness spilling over his hand as he worked you up and down. Your hips grinding into him. Filthy moans escaping you.
He pulled his hand away, unclipping his belt and exposing his throbbing erection. You sighed breathlessly at the length of it, big and pulsing for you. A bead of precum already sitting on the tip, just from touching you.
He yanked you up by the restraints, your arms extending above your head. A sudden yelp at the movement. In an instant he had you turned around, your tits pressed against the cold window. The cold glass rubbing against your hot skin. The stimulation feeling unbearable.
He wrapped the bandages around his hand, then firmly pressed it against the window. Binding you both there. He pulled your hips back, riding your slip up over your ass. You arched back into him, and he ran his hand down your breasts, stomach, and hips. You could feel his heavy erection against your ass.
He teases you with the tip, sliding back and forth over your clit, till you were bucking your hips into the cold glass of the window. Your arousal dripping down your thighs. He groans as you rolls your hips over his head again and again. He pulls back, licking your shoulder and back up your neck.
âIs this what you wanted?â He sighs âI-
But before you can answer he slams your hips down onto his cock. The sudden fullness and intensity sending waves of pleasure all over you.
âYes!â you yell, as he snaps his hips back into you. Possessively holding your hips and gripping your thigh, his other hand still holding your restraints firmly against the window. It was driving you crazy not to be able to touch him.
He began circling your clit as he drilled into you. The stimulation was all too much, the glass against your nipples, the pressure of his fingers touching you, the harsh thrusts inside. You could feel your walls tighten around him as he pounded up into you.
The sounds of skin against skin was filthy, your collective moans loud enough to surely be disturbing your neighbors, but you didnât care. You continued grinding down on his dick, taking every last inch.
He sped up behind you chasing his pleasure as he continue to rub and fuck you. âMaking me miss my patrol, like a little slut?â He snapped into you hard. Pushing up into your cervix. âAh-â you whined. He ignored it, pushing into you again and again. Hitting that spot inside you like a jackpot. His dick brushed over it again and again, as his thumb pressed into your clit.
You couldnât take it anymore, your orgasm was hard and loud. You bounced on his cock as you rode it out. His stamina never wavering, a loud grunt coming from him. He buried his head in between your shoulders as thick hot ropes of cum shot into you. The feeling of fullness gladly welcomed by your pussy.
You both had made a mess and it dripped down your thighs as you shook with release. He slowly pulled out of you. The empty feeling made you shiver as he slowly unraveled your hands. He disappeared into the darkness coming back with a warm towel.
He wiped you down sweetly, kissing your wrists from where they were bound. He has already tucked himself back away and was still dressed to go on patrol. He scooped you up and moved you to the bed. Giving your ass a squeeze as he laid you down. He planted a rough kiss on your lips, adjusting his capturing weapon carefully back around his neck.
âDonât do this again.â He sighed as he made his way to the doorway.
âWeâll see.â You cooed, before rolling over to sleep.
A/n: borders by @/cafekitsune! Lowkey inspired to start writing smut on here by my fav smut author @/sadisticslut666 fr check her out! This was lowkey self-indulgent bc Iâm in love with Aizawa but hey sue me!
you tell bkg you love his stubble and now he grows it out. hands always on his cheeks. i think he realises you think heâs sexier when he comes back from a trip without shaving, feeling insecure because his hair is a mess, he looks tired af and of course heâs unshaven. then he thinks youâre all over him because youâve not seen him in a while. but the next morning he brushes his hair off his forehead, washes his face and is about to shave when youâre rubbing up on him like a cat. youâre trying to distract him without telling him what to do. slowly putting his hand with the razor down. kissing his shoulder. sneaking your hands up his tank top. lots of big round eyes from you even though you just woke up. and you canât be subtle to save your life.
âyou look so sexy with stubble.â
and that changes the game because now bakugou keeps it. the five o clock shadow. the light littering of a beard. sooo sexy. on your thighs, on your cheeks, when heâs giving you your breakfast in the morning.
when heâs got a photoshoot for a brand and they shave it for him. he goes to meet you after and your face drops.
âdid they make you shave? did they make you? oh katsuki.â and youâre pouting before he gets a hello or a word in. your hand on his face moving side to side.
âitâll grow back in a few days,â he mumbles, cheeks squished.
Your shared apartment was quiet, it usually is. But this silence is different. Itâs heavy and stiff, the kind of quiet that blankets over your entire body and leaves you still. Your eyes were glued to the floor. Unmoving. It had been exactly 24 hours since the war against AFO had settled, 24 hours since you last heard from him.
Shouta hadnât called, and you knew why, you watched it all unfold from your TV after all. You witnessed the kids he spoke so fondly about to you, fight for their lives and for the lives of others. Your heart ached for them, but the best thing you could do was rush to the hospital you worked at and get to work.
The hospital was hecticâcivilians, sidekicks and heroâs alike were being rushed in to be treated. You were overwhelmed and exhausted. Constantly running around from patient to patient, stretching yourself thin, all while in the back of your mind you were worrying for your husband.
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Shouta laid in the hospital bed, breathing in the sterile hospital air, in slowâ painful breaths. Every single part of him ached. His mind raced, trying to piece together everything that had happened.
His unpatched eye darted around the white and blue room. Then finally it landed on the silhouette that was sat next to his bed. Head hanging as they slept in an uncomfortable position, scrubs rumbled and name tag visible. His wifeâ his sweet wife was slumped over his battered body and was fast asleep in an uncomfortable way and he couldnât move. He couldnât help her. That frustrated him to his core.
There were faint shadows under your eyes, darker than he'd ever seen them. You obviously hadnât gone home.
He knew you hadnât. Not with the state heâd been brought in. You would have hovered. Argued with fellow nurses. Checked charts that werenât yours to check. His wifeâThe one who stitched up strangers without trembling but probably broke down in supply closets where no one could see.
His chest tightened.
Slowly, the monitor ticked up a beat and in response, your brows twitched. His eye widened slightly. He focused on slowing his breathing, willing the machine not to betray him. It finally steadiedâ
You didnât wake.
He let himself just look at you. He remembered flashesâthe battlefield, the collapsing structures, the scream of metal and dust. The moment heâd thought, distantly,
âI might not make it home this time.â
And then the memories came flooding back,
you standing in the kitchen in his oversized sweats and shirt, scolding him for skipping meals. The way you absentmindedly adjusted his capture scarf when it sat wrong before he left for work every morning. The softness in your voice when you said his name when you came home after late night shifts and found him fast asleep on your shared bed, your soft lips pressing against his before you slipped under the sheets and pulled yourself close to him.
He had clung to that, now here you were.
Close enough to touchâ and he couldnât.
His fingers twitched again, more insistently this time. A tremor ran through his hand before it settled. Pain followed, sharp and bright, but he welcomed it. It meant he wasn't gone.
His hand shifted barely an inch. Enough for his knuckles to brush the fabric of your sleeve. It was clumsy, weak, but it was contact.
You stirredâa soft sound left you , confused and disoriented. Your head lifted slowly, hair a mess, eyes blinking against the fluorescent light. For a second, you didn't seem to understand where you were.
Then your eyes adjusted and found his, staring at you. Your lower lip trembled, shoulders shook as you immediately stood up.
âShouta?â Your voice cracked around his name like it had been waiting behind your teeth for days. His eye softened immediately, you were on your feet in an instant, hovering over him but carefulâ you were always careful. Your hands fluttered uselessly, afraid to touch somewhere that might hurt.
âYou're awake,â you breathedâIt wasn't a simple statement. It was disbelief, relief and fear. All tangled into one queasy knot in your chest, and plastered onto your pretty face.
He tried to speak.
It came out rough, barely audible. âYou're... supposed to be sleeping.â Your breath hitched, and a watery laugh escaped you. âI was.â You whispered, âUncomfortably,âhe murmured faintly, eyes shifting to the chair. You swallowed, palming at your neck, feeling a sore knot. âYou noticedââ âI always notice,â he replied, voice thin but certain.
Tears welled before you could stop them. You leaned down carefully, one hand cradling the side of his face that wasn't bandaged. You were so gentle it almost hurt more than the injuries.
âYou scared me,â you whispered. His eye drifted closed for a moment, leaning faintly into your palm. âMâ sorry.â He whispered raggedlyâ
âNoâ donât you dare apologize for doing what you had to,â you said immediately. Your thumb ran over the blooming bruise underneath his exposed eye, feeling him as gently you could. Sniffling, you said âI can see the worry in your eyes, donâtâ your kids are alright.â
âTheyâre strong, learned a lot from you. You should be proud of them.âyou whispered as you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
His gaze shifted at your words. It was subtleâmost people wouldnât have caught itâbut you did. You saw the tension behind his eye, the way his jaw tightened despite the medication dulling everything else. You were right. He hadnât just been worried about you.
You leaned closer, your forehead nearly touching his. Your tears finally spilled over, warm drops landing against his skin before you hurried to wipe them away.
âI checked on them,â you whispered, voice trembling but steady with purpose. âEvery single one that was brought in. I made sure.â His breathing stilled. You swallowed, trying to remember the kids with the most intense injuries âUm, Midoriyaâs stable. Stubborn as ever, even when halfâconscious. Bakugo is furious about being bedriddenâwhich means heâs going to be fine and uh Todorokiâs healing well. Iida hasnât left anyoneâs side.â You took a deep breath to steady yourself before finally saying âTheyâre hurt, Shouta. But theyâre alive.â
His eye closed slowlyânot from exhaustion, but relief. The tension drained from his features in a way that made your chest ache. His fingers tried to curl in your grasp again, and this time you felt the faint pressure. âI couldnâtââ His voice broke, scraped raw. âI couldnât reach them all.â
âYou did,â you insisted softly. âYou always do.â A tear slipped from the corner of his visible eye, disappearing into the bandages near his temple, and you brushed it away instinctively. âYou taught them well. They fought smart. They protected each other. They protected the people around them. They sounded a lot like you in those hospital rooms, ordering each other aroundâ A faint, breathless huff left himâthe ghost of a laugh.
You leaned down carefully, pressing the softest kiss to his uninjured cheek. âTheyâre alive because of you,â you murmured against his skin. âAnd theyâre going to walk back into your classroom again. Alive, loud, disrespectful and ready to give you a headache.â His eye opened, softer now. The worry hadnât vanishedâit never wouldâbut it no longer consumed him.
âAnd you,â you continued, your voice breaking again, âare allowed to rest.â He studied you thenâyour red eyes, the exhaustion you were pretending didnât exist, the quiet strength you carried. âYou stayed,â he said faintly. âOf course I did,â you replied, almost offended. His gaze warmed. âYou didnât have to.â You tightened your grip on his hand. âYes,â you whispered fiercely, âI did.â
âIâm your wife,â you whispered, your voice trembling but steady. âIâll always be here for you.â The words settled heavily between you, louder than the quiet hum of machines. Your fingers tightened even more around his hand as if anchoring yourself to the moment. His eye searched your face, taking in the exhaustion, the fear, and the pure love written so plainly.
âYou donât have to carry everything alone,â you continued softly, brushing your thumb over his knuckles. âNot your students, Not the guilt. Iâm here for all of itâthe ugly parts too.â His throat worked as he swallowed. âI donât want you carrying it,â he murmured hoarsely. âI already do,â you replied gently. âThatâs what we promised each other when we said our vows.â
âItâs not fair,â he said faintly. You leaned forward until your forehead rested against his. âIt was never about fair.â The monitor kept its steady rhythm as his fingers twitched, barely curling around yours. It was small, but it was him trying. âYou scare me,â you admitted, your voice breaking. âEvery time you walk out that door, you scare me, But I knew who you were when I married you. I knew what I was getting into, what you do.â
âAnd you still stayed,â he breathed. âI didnât stay,â you whispered, tears slipping free. âI chose you. I keep choosing you.â
The words seemed to ease something inside him. With visible effort, his trembling hand lifted from the mattress, reaching. You met him halfway, guiding his fingers to your cheek. His touch was weak but warm, real. âDonât cry,â he murmured. A soft, watery laugh left you. âThatâs not a reasonable request right now.â
The faintest hint of a smile touched his mouth, small and fragile but realâand it unraveled you. You leaned down carefully, cradling the unbandaged side of his face, and pressed your lips softly against his. The kiss was slow and trembling, full of everything the last twenty-four hours had stolen from you. Tears slipped between you as you rested your forehead against his. âI love you,â you whispered, the words breaking on a quiet sob.
His eye softened, and his weak, trembling fingers tightened faintly against your cheek. âI know,â he murmured, voice rough. You shook your head gently. âNo. Donât do that, Say it. Pleaseââ For a moment, vulnerability flickered across his features before his thumb brushed your skin with careful effort. âI love you too,â he said quietly. Relief poured out of you, your shoulders shaking as you finally let yourself fall apartâand though he couldnât hold you the way he wanted to, his hand stayed against your face, and that was enough.
A/N: can yall tell im in my feels with all the lowk angsty shi ive been writing? Yes? Just Kirk me actually omfg. Anyways hiiii I fricking love aizawa SO BAD I need to rub my face against his stubbly cheeks lord
insecure!shouta with a gf who's "out of his league" (18+)
no matter how many times you beg your boyfriend to accept he's a wildly attractive man, he follows with self deprecating statements. that you're "too pretty" for a gruff bastard like himself, citing low standards as your reason for staying with him. he's too humble for his own good, a trait he picked up early in his life that snowballed into a burden of insecurities as an adult. but you're not into men who are selfish in the bedroom, the only occasions where he feels worthy of your love and devotion to him.
"just a little more." he smirks into your thigh, pulling your lower body towards the edge of the bed for a closer examination. fuck - your pussy is too perfect, better than anything he's imagined in his head and it's being offered to him on a silver fucking platter. "hand in my hair, now." his tone leaves no room for argument, but the intoxicating pleasure renders you incapable of speech. sure, there are men more attractive than him you could be entertaining - but none of them could worship your body as expertly, which is validating enough for him.
it irks him (jokingly) how you put together outfits that compliment your body perfectly whenever you're out in public. if a conventionally attractive man passes by, shouta's grip on your hand will tighten for a split second. "yeah, he was definitely looking at your ass. can't say i blame him, though." on date nights, he makes an effort to dress up and look presentable - similarly to how he would at press conferences in a tailored suit, hair slicked back and facial hair trimmed.
he's at his most irrational when making love to you - he's an underground hero who deals with the worst criminals on the streets, brings a damn sleeping bag to his lectures and exhibits a rough demeanor to the public. he doesn't deserve that dollish look in your eyes, how your irises sparkle and reflect upon his unfiltered gaze. "can't get enough of you, how fuckin' perfect my girl is. all i do is take from you, is that right?" you've conditioned your ears to tune his negative statements out, focusing intently on how his fat tip keeps slamming into your sweet spot.
you've literally ruined any other pussy for him. there's no way in hell he can lose you - he knows damn well that no other pussy can wring countless orgasms out of him like yours can. the mere thought of another man enjoying himself between your legs sends him into a violent head space. what's amazing about your pussy is how it fits his cock so uniquely, his pull out game so nonexistent that you had no choice but to go on birth control.
dry humping, eating pussy, eraserhead has a huge dick n cums alot, bdsm dynamics
overprotective husband!aizawa senses when you're ovulating and needy, clinging to him like a lifeline in hopes for some attention. some cock. he's since learned your body and exactly how to touch you, far before the two of you tied the knot. "i love it when you're like this, darling." his grip on your hips is firm, stabilizing your spread legs and shaky thighs. the sizeable bulge in his boxers pokes against your inner thigh, nudging near your clit. "fuckin' feel that?" he's so desperately hard for you, his tip escaping from beneath the fabric dripping precum. "i know how bad you need this cock, just let me do my job. yeah?"
overprotective husband!aizawa has to constantly remind you that you're deserving of pleasure. as your loving husband, he aims to eliminate any insecurities of yours, especially ones that pertain to past relationships. "just because your ex was incompetent doesn't mean your body is failing you." shouta had spent long, generous hours worshipping your body to establish trust and comfort. for so long, you resented your body and had difficulties being vulnerable in the bedroom. "your body is mine now, babygirl. it's mine to tease, mine to love. mine to fuck." his patience is astounding as he reassures you that sexual pleasure is a neccessity. a way of taking care of you, nurturing you and protecting you from your own insecurities.
overprotective husband!aizawa is a provider through and through, never letting you pay for a single thing. he's covered rent, food and bills and spoils you rotten with high end cosmetics, luxury sex toys, fine dining experiences and virtually everything under the sun. "sho, there's this really cute lingerie set online." you show the $250 set to your husband, who's half asleep on the bed beside you. "you have my credit card number," he murmurs with a sly grin. "but are you sure? it's kind of-" he interrupts you immediately, snatching the phone out of your hand. "babe, you have my credit card number. you want it? you buy it. you know this."
overprotective husband!aizawa genuinely hates it when you mention any of your exes, regardless of the context. he's well aware that they're are significantly below him, but it offends him that they once had the luxury of being with you and fucked it up. "i ate here once with my ex," you point out the italian restaurant he suggested. "alright, well now we aren't going." he grumbles and grabs your wrist, turning onto another street. "there's other pasta places around here." if you need a reminder that you're married to him, best believe he'll wine and dine you every single night. after the meal? he's still hungry, and he'll devour your pussy (his dessert) the moment you're behind closed doors.
overprotective husband!aizawa becomes your full time caretaker the minute you get your period. it's comical how quickly he rushes to the store for pads, tampons, chocolates and any other item of comfort you asked for. in truth, he did so in preparation for when he'd finally get you pregnant. spoiling his knocked up wife was a dream of his, especially when he has the honor of becoming a father. "let me get you a hot pad," he moves from underneath the bedsheets. "no, stay with me sho. i'm okay, just some sharp pains." the stubborn man is torn between easing your physical state and suffocating you with his body heat. "alright, a few more minutes of cuddling. then, you're getting the heating pad."
overprotective husband!aizawa buys you the most glorious lingerie that compliments your figure. there's a fancy lingerie shop downtown that you always love to visit, especially if shouta is at work. he'll toss you his credit card without hesitation, "buy yourself something pretty, angel." one time, you purchased a white silk babydoll that left nothing to the imagination. the piece of clothing exposed your body in the most flattering and sultry ways, leaving shouta speechless. "fuck, babygirl. you knew what this would do to me." he made a valiant effort not to tear the expensive fabric, but pounding into your wet cunt in that skimpy outfit stripped him of his self control.
overprotective husband!aizawa learns you accidentally cut yourself shaving down there. "oh no, angel. want me to kiss it better?" it's barely even a knick, let alone a superficial cut. but shouta will take any excuse he can get to bury his tongue in your pussy. "where is it? is it here?" he flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue, drinking the essence as it pours from you. "or, maybe on your lips?" his fingers spread your folds, revealing how they glisten with arousal. "let's find out shall we." the overstimulation of his mouth ultimately distracts you from any twinge of pain caused by that dull razor. going forward, he advised you to purchase a high quality electric one.
overprotective husband!aizawa hates sleeping alone, though wouldn't admit it. it puts him at peace to know where you are at all times, not in a toxic way but for your own safety. late nights with your girlfriends trigger his anxiety, so it's expected to get more than one concerned voicemail, text or facetime audio request. "you're overthinking it, sho. you're off patrol. i'm fine, just out with the girls." shouta knew you'd never be unfaithful, but danger lurked around every corner. he knew and understood the underground criminal routes, which were adjacent to the main downtown area. "just get home. it's like, 10pm." your husband hangs up, one of the girls redirecting your attention. [text from sho: i mean it]
overprotective husband!aizawa knows his cock is the only one who could satisfy you. your sexual compatibility was off the charts from day one, and he could never forget the pride that swelled within him the moment you saw his cock. "ha, yeah. i'm pretty well endowed." you thought he was hard even when it was soft. now, his huge cock was standing tall and proud before you. "you're more than well endowed, sho." a part of him felt nervous, since past partners had trouble with his impressive size. you were so determined to please him, wanting to see how big of a load he'd produce for you. "i cum a lot, by the way." the first night you slept together, shouta emptied himself until he was shooting blanks. his cum painted your face, dribbled between your thighs, leaked from your pussy and the corners of your mouth. "you... weren't lying."
overprotective husband!aizawa introduced bdsm dynamics into your relationship once he felt comfortable. his desire to take care of all aspects of you in exchange for your submission had reached a tipping point. your obedience in the bedroom was excellent, but a problem of yours was staying out too late. or, not texting/calling him back after extended periods of time. shouta devised a system of rules for you to follow outside the bedroom. your actions could inspire consequences, or punishments he would dole out inside the bedroom. the dual satisfaction of asserting dominance over your body while keeping that cute little attitude under control? count him in.
đŹđĄđšđźđđ đđąđłđđ°đ love, love, loves to put his filthy little slut in a nasty headlock when's he's stuffin' her tight, warm holes from the meanest angles possible. he always cums the hardest when his beefy arms have your head locked the fuck in place.
his strong forearms snug underneath the meat of your thighs, exposing the slick petals of your folds and spreading your hole all the wider because he can. shouta adores full nelson - his large, rough hands are clamped down around your neck, the position forcing you to stare at where your bodies are joined.
his grueling thrusts would not be complete without the absolute monster he was packing underneath his deceptive pants. "sho, it's too... too much." the words catch in your throat, replaced with incoherent babbles that intensify each time his balls slap up against your ass.
"can't hear you, angel. you're sayin' it's too much but my balls are fucking soaked. that sound we're making? is cause of your slutty pussy, babygirl." there's no room to argue, not when you're folded in half like a damn lawnchair and your boyfriend won't give you a reprieve.
catch a hint of attitude with him and he'll abandon grading papers in favor of fixing that mouth of yours. there's nowhere to run - not when he's prying his fingers past your lips and digging into the wet flesh of your inner cheeks. "that's it, choke just like a good girl. suck on them a little for me."
he really let you have it once - got himself so pussy drunk that even he forgot how many creampies had leaked onto the sheets. he managed to hold up most of your body weight, your neck stabilized by the crook of his elbow. "don't want you to fuckin' breathe. feels so much better to cum when you're this dizzy."
what gets him off the quickest is when your small hands weakly grab at his arm. your inferior arm strength is zero match for a man, a pro hero at that, whose cock becomes even harder seeing you struggle.
shouta will wipe the sweat off of his brow with the same arm that's been drooled over for the past hour. "sh, angel. i've got you. no more roughing you up, think this cute pussy's had enough for tonight."
he doesn't mean to choke you almost like he would a villain, albeit without genuine lethal force. he can't help how violently his cock twitches when your desperate wails and pathetic whimpers reach his ears. calling him "too big," and "too much" all at once before he's even really started fucking you.
synopsis: you and the gang are on a winter cabin holiday! though youâre now forced to share a bunk bed with your boyfriend because you forgot to tell them you were dating
cw: smut, minors dni.
âwell, it is your fault for keeping your relationship a secret for so long. how was i supposed to know youâd want to share a bed?â
your friend kirishima directs this question to your boyfriend bakugou as all three at you stare at an old wooden rickety bunk bed. you were the first one to be down for a cabin holiday with your friends at the end of the year. marshmellow roastings, campfires, gloves, hot chocolate and kisses on the tip of your nose. until you realised you were slow to tell your friends youâve actually been dating the grumpy blonde and now youâre stuck sharing a teeny tiny room with a bunk bed you hope can fit him.
honestly to you, it wasnât that big of a deal. you were still in a room with him but you were sure that if bakugou stared at the bed any longer, it would set on fire. heâd be happy about that too.
âbut you still made us share a room? shoulda got us two separate rooms with bigger fuckinâ beds,â he grunts, crossing his arms across his chest with his black suitcase on his right and your suitcase on his left.
kirishima laughs with a shrug, âthat was on kaminari, he thought making you share would push you guys to be together. guess you both were way ahead of us.â
you roll your eyes with a grin while bakugou grunts.
âwell iâm taking top bunk. iâm not letting you crush me during the night,â you announce, hanging up your jacket and pushing your suitcase to the ground to get ready for bed.
âiâll leave you both to it then, see you in the morning!â
after saying your goodnight to the red head, you look up to find your boyfriend still frowning.
âi want another room. iâll go out and find a hotel,â he states, shaking his head.
âwe are on a cabin holiday with our friends. we are not leaving the cabin, katsuki.â
the room was sweet and cosy despite the sleeping situation. a tiny television with more bezel than screen hanging on the wall with a single desk and chair. the room smelt of cranberries and chocolate and you loved the feeling of the rug between your toes. you were even lucky enough to get an en-suite bathroom and you know the rooms your friends were sharing didnt have those.
bakugou grunts again, kicking off his slippers and plopping down on the floor with you. heâs wearing a black fishermanâs jumper paired with grey joggers after a long day of travelling and youâre never one to lie, he looks cute and adorable. his glasses hang from his jumpers neckline and he stretches his legs across the floor and you realise how small the room actually is.
âi swear iâm taller than this fuckinâ room,â he mumbles and you stand up, fresh pyjamas in your hands and stuffing your hand in his face.
he snuggles behind your hand, a mumbled, âhey!â escaping.
âiâm gonna shower and once iâm back youâre gonna stop moaning, âki.â
he scrunches his nose pulling your hand away to study you from your feet to your head. his smirk is slow and sexy like a flower blooming, sharp canines and a handsome face. youâre lightheaded.
âhow about i join you? that would make me better, princess.â
you huff, shaking away the desire. âno.â you confirm, before closing the door behind you.
your first night routine has gone beautifully fine in the cabin. paired with your new ginger eye cream and gingerbread body cream, fitting for the cold weather. as soon as you came out the shower, bakugou was ready to have his and during his shower, youâve been in bed reading a new book. tucked under the covers, the wall lamp on casting a yellow glow. youâre warm and toasty wearing your matching red tartan pyjamas, full from the meal you had earlier and actually looking forward to going asleep.
until your boyfriend emerges from the bathroom, only wearing the matching bottoms to your set. youâre allowed to so you scan his upper body. the dips and curves of his chest, the tattoos sneaking up his side, how soft and dewy his skin looks, up to his face giving you the same glare he gave the bed before.
âyouâre not actually sleepinâ up there are you?â
you laugh, âwe canât both fit on a single bed. you can barely fit on a single on your own.â
he walks to your bunk, and you realise again, how big he is compared to your room. heâs still managing to look down at you as you lay on the top bunk and the thought makes your heart race.
bakugou ignores what you say, âsleep in the lower bunk with me.â
he could inch forward and kiss you in this position. you sigh longingly at the smell of him, fresh and sweet after the shower, hair swiped back to show his forehead.
you must be staring at his mouth because he holds your chin and places a kiss horizontal on your mouth.
âitâs gonna be the worst sleep of our lives if we share a single bed.â
âitâs never a bad sleep if youâre beside me.â
âiâm gonna be on top of you, thereâs gonna be no space to be beside you.â
he grins, resting a muscled arm on the wooden structure of your bed, âfine by me.â
you breathe a laugh through your nose, not giving him the satisfaction of a real laugh. you continue to stare at him in silence, waiting until he gives up.
itâs not really a staring contest as much as it is waiting for the other to break somehow. staring at his ruby eyes, the slit in his right eyebrow. the two silver hoop piercings in each ear and the tattoo on his collarbone. his white teeth biting down into his plush bottom lip. he looks beautiful even in your bright ass yellow book light and youâre so close to giving in when he says, âfine.â
you nod at him with a smile, âgood.â
âlemme have a kiss though.â
itâs like he knows you a little too well. he knows youâre about to give him a proper kiss, like sleeping just below you is way too far away. you sit up, resting on your forearm and sliding your hand across his stubbled cheek. then your lips press to his. twice. until he bites down on your bottom lip for you to open your mouth. itâs the type of long, tongue tangled kiss heâd give you when heâs going away on a mission for too long. way too dramatic and sensual for a goodnight in the same room.
the kiss has you craning in for more and he gives it all to you as his hand cradles the back of your head. you twist your head, nose almost nudging against his as he licks across your tongue, sucking and unsurprisingly, a low moan comes from your mouth.
you could never say bakugou katsuki is a bad kisser because that would be a lie. at least you can say youâve made him better.
the moan seems to be the red light to stop, as bakugou pulls away from you, pecking your forehead as you stare at him dopey eyed. he wipes his bottom lip with the back of his hand and smiles at you. itâs sexy and makes you rub your thighs together, âsee you tomorrow, baby.â
katsukiâs about to let go of your hand but you hold it tighter, making him raise an eyebrow.
one long kiss is enough to make you crave him, make you wanna press your skin to his and rock back and forth on any body part he allows you to.
you sigh longingly before sliding into your classic horny whines, âbut thereâs no space!â
his loud chuckle doesnât make you shy, youâve both long past the point of being shy. his pupils twinkle the same way they do when heâs feeling particularly cocky or when heâs won some type of game. you know that means he won this little tug and pull between you, all to lure you into his bed.
âif you want somethinâ real bad, baby, you can always make it work.â
any other time youâd roll your eyes, laugh at him being all quotable and deep but youâd much rather his face between your legs.
âbutâ,â
he taps the space twice where the ladder starts, the gap where you slide onto your bed. âopen your legs here.â
thereâs no question to it because heâll know youâll say yes. though he cutely shrugs, moving to scratching the back of his head, âi was thinkinâ about it in the shower. new position to eat you from.â
he runs his tongue across his bottom teeth, refusing to break eye contact with you.
âyeah, go on then.â you smile, shuffling to sit up and hang your legs off the bed.
bakugou chuckles, looking up at you sitting much taller than him. âi donât have to babe, you donât sound excited.â
âhey!â you giggle, locking your legs around his shoulders and dragging him closer. you slide your palm on his jaw, thumb rubbing against his cheek, âfirst time iâve been taller than you.â
you press a kiss to the corner of your loverâs lips, before squeezing them between your finger and thumb. he only blinks slowly before shaking his head at you, eyes softer than youâve ever seen.
âyeah, yeah, take off your bottoms,â he whispers and you do what youâre told.
you shuffle off the fabric, throwing them behind you on your bed as bakugouâs hands find your thighs.
âcanât believe we arenât sharinâ a fuckinâ bed,â he mumbles to himself but as soon as your hands rake through his hair, he begins to kiss up your thighs, nibbling slightly up to your centre where your legs press together. âcâmon open up fâme.â
you hook your legs over the fences of your bunk bed, leaving your centre right in the gap for bakugou. you blink down at him, watching his every move. so sensitive before anythings even started.
the man before you hums, a slow smile rising on his cheeks. he stares at your pussy, your clit begging for his touch and the thin layer of wetness shining around your hole. he clicks his tongue, his hands holding your hips to stop you from moving, âso beautiful. yâknow that donât you?â
âtouch me, katsuki,â you demand, leaning back on your forearms, heart already racing. youâre all open and exposed before him, your patience wearing thin.
âyou get snappy when you wanna come,â he states annoyingly but just when youâre about to whine again, he tucks in.
two large palms grip at your thighs to spread you open as he licks one long stripe. you lean back on your forearms at the tingle of pleasure, your breath is already heavy.
bakugou hums into you, sucking on your clit and then licking across it before going back to sucking. he knows what gets you going, he even glances up to check your face is doing exactly what he thought. head lolled back with your mouth open. your eyes snap open when two curled fingers enter you and brush along your walls.
âoh fuck baby,â you whine, sparks of warmth shooting down every part of you. you start to get twitchy, pushing your hips up into his face and bakugou lifts his head, mouth shiny from you.
âso perfect, you know. my lil gift,â and heâs done this to you so many times that he can tell youâre close. your forearms holding you up are shaky, your leg is curling around his neck and you can barely keep your eyes open.
âmore,â you urge, fingers sinking into his hair to push him towards your centre.
bakugou rolls his eyes but obeys, louder and much more precise than before. âcmon come for me, princess. lemme see it.â
you hold his head between your legs like a prisoner, trapped unless he sends you to bliss. his words turn you on even more, the last lick he swipes across your clit how you coming all around his fingers and mouth.
you slam your hand over your mouth to cover the noises but bakugou is never one to care if anyone hears. he works you through it all with small, âbeautiful baby.â âgorgeous.â
you fling yourself back on the bed behind you with a soft giggle as bakugou kisses your thighs and goes to wipe your mouth.
âyou good up there?â
your smile weaves within your voice, âyeah. just thinking how are we going to have sex on your bunk.â
bakugou sucks on his finger then pops it out his mouth. he doesnât go to wipe you down, all the better whenâ, âyouâre gonna be on top of me baby.â
you begin to climb down the bunk, legs so shaky they bakugou holds onto your sides. youâre only in your plaid pyjama top, with a gloss on your thighs. bakugou doesnât think he could get any harder.
âhate being on top,â you whine like the princess you are though bakugou laughs, yanking off all his clothes.
âi do all the work anyway,â
and he does. he lays back on his tiny, single mattress, his hands holding your hips and practically controlling your whole body. youâre in a different world. completely naked, top flung to the floor somewhere as he slams your hips up and down to meet his own thrusts.
the wet skin slapping is loud and only turns you on more with the sight of his tensed biceps doing everything.
you can barely hold yourself up, stuffing your head in the crook of his neck.
âmind your head,â bakugou grunts and heâs sure your ass is gonna be sore from how heâs holding you.
âyou feel so good. youâre so big inside me,â you moan before dropping your lips on his.
he keeps thrusting up into you as your hands grasp at his face. youâre swallowing his every breath as your own, sucking on his tongue wet and messy. bakugou moans down your throat, a sign heâs close.
lightening sparks through you, a rope beginning to snap. âiâm gonna come.â you mumble across his lips, then it gets teary and desperate, âi really need to come, katsuki.â
his name. you pull away to watch his flushed cheeks, the intense heaving of his chest, the sweat beads at his hairline. if youâre working out a prohero this hard, you wonder what sex other people are having.
âlove you so fuckinâ much.â he mumbles, biting down on his lip to keep up the pace. your finger curls around his neck without meaning to but nobody goes to move it.
âlove you too,â you reply and then you snap, a loud moan rips through you as your orgasm does. you spill all over bakugouâs cock, clenching as you do.
bakugou is over immediately after you say your last word, a low growl as he releases, rolling his hips in two final jolts.
you both are a sweaty mess, not any space for him to even slip out of you so you just lay on top of him taking a breather. bakugouâs arm hangs off the side of the bed as he hugs you to him with his other arm.
âi wonât lie babe. probably top five sex with you.â
you snort obnoxiously but bakugou loves it. âa tight bunk bed we both canât fit in?â
bakugou hums, pecking your forehead, âyeah. love having you all over me.â
and whatâs insane is you feel him hardening inside you again. âhold on, we can go again in a second.â
âno rush princess, we have five days here. can try out all the tightest positions.â
Okay, please hear me out, i dont usually ask for these, but your aphrodisiac chocolate gave me an ideađ€;
What if bakugo eats the chocolate that Reader brings home, its a âgift from an secret admirerâ, and outta jealousy katsuki eats it. The chocolate not only turns him on, it makes him ravenous for her, no matter how many times he eats her out, he still needs more; Shes the sweetest honey hes ever indulged in and he cant stop until he lapped up every last dropâŠđ«Łđ
Ill understand if this is too much!! Just a thought but to each their own, i love this series! đ€
â PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader
â WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+; smut (oral - f receiving; multiple orgasms; bakugouâs accidentally eat aphrodisiac chocolates)
â WORD COUNT: 1.5K
A/N:Â we love eater katsuki in this house
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PART ONE
âKats, itâs not a big deal,â you said as you entered your shared apartment.
âI didnât say it was,â Bakugou grumbled, closing the door behind him.
âYouâre literally pouting,â you said, gesturing to his expression that heâd had all afternoon.
âNo, Iâm not,â he huffed in response, going towards the bedroom with yours and his belongings from your respective work days.
âIt means nothing!â You called out behind him, sighing as you slipped your shoes off.
When you had your lunch break that day, an anonymous box of chocolates was left in your mailbox in the office in school. There wasnât any name or number left on it or even a note. You had kept the chocolates, simply because well⊠it was chocolate.
But despite knowing how jealous your boyfriend could get at times, you didnât know Bakugou would be sulking from the moment you told him about the box. The gift had to have been from a faculty member since students didnât have access to the teachersâ mailboxes and it was shaped in a heart so Bakugou was convinced it was from a secret admirer.
You just didnât think it was that big of a deal, which annoyed him more.
For a little bit you sat on the couch and watched TV but eventually Bakugou was a lot more quiet than you expected him to be. You got up, went to the bedroom, and found him lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling.
âKatsuki?â You called to him. He didnât respond, ignoring you completely and you sighed. âLook Iâll throw the chocolate out if it bothers you, alright?â
Finally Bakugou sat up and stared at you, his eyes widening slightly. Before you could ask what was wrong, he reached forward and grabbed you. You were taken aback as he stood to his feet, lips crashing against yours and nearly swallowing you as he kissed you.
He had one hand on the back of your neck and another hand on your waist, taking small steps forward until your back hit the wall.
âWhatâs gotten into you?â You said, your voice muffled against his lips.
Bakugou pulled away, looking down at you with a hazy look in his eyes before saying, âNeed you.â
You choked on your breath when one of his hands slipped beneath your pants and panties, his fingers rubbing your clit harshly. âKatsâ!â
âFuck,â he cursed. âItâs not enough.â
He pulled his fingers out of your pants and grabbed you and practically threw you onto the bed. He was on his knees, taking you by the thighs and pulling your body close to him so you were on the edge of the bed with your legs dangling off the edge. He nearly tore at your pants, taking them and your panties off.
âWait, youâre moving tooââÂ
The words caught in your throat were replaced by a guttural moan that erupted from you when Bakugouâs lips latched onto your clit. Your hands reached down and instinctively grabbed ahold of his hair, your fingers clutching the strands as your legs moved to his shoulders.
He was sucking and licking your pussy like he was starving, as if it had been months since youâd last had sex. In reality, it was only a few nights.
His name fell from your lips in breathless moans, your hips moving against his lips as he continued to suck, slurp, and lick you clean. It wasnât long after that your toes started to curl and you came so quickly your body shook.
By the end you were panting and out of breath. âW-What was that about?â You asked, your chest rising and falling with every breath.
Bakugou lifted his head a few inches from between your legs, staring at your crotch. âStill⊠not enough,â he mumbled.
âWait, Katsââ
Bakugou ignored you, his hands gripping your thighs so tightly you were sure heâd bruised your skin. His lips moved sloppily against your pussy lips, licking up every drop oozing out of you.
âS-Slow downâ!â You whimpered, your lips trembling as your second orgasm grew closer and closer. But Bakugou didnât let up as he moaned into your pussy, sending vibrations throughout your body.
You were creaming against his tongue as he ruthlessly switched from sucking on your clit to tongue fucking you. That was why when you came a second time, you nearly bit your lip so hard you drew blood.Â
Your hands gripped the bed sheets so tightly your nails dug into your palms through the fabric. A tingling sensation washed over your body and you felt your body shaking again.
You trembled as you sat up, looking down at him. A gasp escaped your lips when you saw his face. The lower half of his face glistened under the light from your arousal but his pupils were so dilated in a way it frightened you.
âWhatâs gotten into you?â You asked, trying to catch your breath. He looked as if he was in a haze as he stared back at you blankly. âKatsuki.â
âLemme taste more,â Bakugou mumbled as he tried to nuzzle his face in between your thighs for a third time. But this time you stopped him, pushing his head away.Â
âNo, Kats, look at me,â you demanded.
âWhat,â he said, irritation in his tone.
You put a hand to his cheek to look at him more closely and gasped. âYouâre burning up!â You exclaimed, pressing your hand against his cheeks and forehead.Â
âI dunno⊠whatâs wrongâŠâ He mumbled. â... But I need you.â
You looked past his head, by your nightstand where he had put your work bag and noticed the box of chocolates were left open⊠and a few pieces were missing.
âDid you eat that chocolate?â You asked.
âYeahâŠâ He murmured, pulling at your thighs to bring you closer to him as he rested his cheek on your thigh.Â
âDo you think⊠there was something in the chocolate?â You asked, slightly horrified at the thought.
âDunno. Just shut up and lemme eat this pussy,â Bakugou snapped, pushing your thighs apart after lifting his head back up.
âKats, wait! Maybe we should go to a doctor,â you said, pushing your thighs together.
âFuck the doctor,â he huffed.
âKatsuki!â
âLemme just fuckinâ eat you out for⊠an hour. Then weâll go to the doctor,â he said, satisfied with himself as if he had come up with a genius idea.
âAn hour?â You questioned him incredulously.
âPlease, baby,â Bakugou begged, his voice raspier and hoarse. âI need it. I-It fuckinâ hurts.â
You looked at him carefully. His face was so red and his eyelids were getting heavier. His breathing was quickening, his mouth salivating. He looked like a mess⊠and very desperate.
âOkay, okay,â you gave in. âJust donât be so rââ
Bakugou didnât wait for you to finish speaking as he spread your legs apart so roughly your inner thighs ached. Then he latched his lips around your clit again, making you whimper as you threw your head back onto the mattress.
You were writhing beneath him from pleasure and he held you down with his hands holding you tightly. He was moaning into you, lips sloppily making out with your pussy that it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe.
By the end of the night, you couldnât recall how many times you had orgasmed. Your cheeks were tear stained, your body trembling and tingling, and Bakugou was slumped against the edge of the bed. Both of you had to take a moment to catch your breaths.
âDo you⊠feel better?â You asked between breaths.
Bakugou nodded his head. âIâm gonna find the fucker that gave you this shit and kill âem.â
You sat up weakly, looking down at him where he sat on the floor, leaning against the bed frame. You ran a hand through his hair. âI wonder what they thought the chocolate would do to me if I was the one that ate itâŠâ
âThis is why you donât take shit from freaks,â Bakugou grumbled in annoyance, looking up at you with a glare. His pupils had returned to normal and you let out a breath of relief.
âI know⊠I shouldâve listened to you,â you murmured. âI thought it was regular chocolate and it felt like a waste to throw it out.â
You whimpered as you adjusted yourself on the bed to lay down on the pillows, your body aching. It felt like youâd just done a bunch of leg and core workouts. Bakugou joined you, lying beside you rather than lounging on the floor.
âI feel like my pussyâs broken,â you groaned, curling into him.
Bakugou looked down at you, resting a hand on your hip as he rubbed circles against your skin. â... I want more.â
Your eyes shot open as you looked up at him in disbelief. âYou still feel the chocolate?â
âNo,â Bakugou confessed. â... But I wanna eat you out again.â
âDonât even, Katsuki. Youâre done for the rest of the month.â
đȘŒ â bkg. k x f!reader | quirkless-college au | fluff | one shot
Synopsis: Katsuki as your boyfriend, who invited you to one of his soccer matches, where girls from other schools thought you were just another delusional fan pretending to be his girlfriend.
from the head canons ; ‷ katsuki as your college boyfriend
Itâs the first game of the season and the university stadium is packed with students from different schools, all dressed in their respective team colors while carrying banners in support of their players. Cheers and murmurs echo through the crowd, blending in with the announcerâs voice over the speakers before the match officially begins.
It took a few minutes of weaving through the crowd before you finally spotted your section, scanning the rows one last time until your eyes landed on the three empty seats at the front.
âOver thereââ You pointed towards the front row.
Mina looked at the direction of your finger before replying enthusiastically. âAnd we got the best seat in the house!â
âI know, right?!â You laughed, hurrying down the steps.Â
âWeâre near the team too.â Kyoka said in awe, glancing towards the playersâ bench just a few meters away.
âI should thank your boyfriend for this.â Mina said, giving your shoulder a playful shove.
You couldnât help smiling as you settled down into your seat. A few days ago, Katsuki had casually shoved the tickets into your hands, telling you to bring your friends if you wanted. Although, you hadnât expected to get seats this close to the fieldâ especially to your teamâs players. So here you were, sitting alongside Mina and Kyoka at some of the best seats in the stadium.
You glanced around the stadium, noticing a lot of girls wearing Yuuei Universityâs team jersey, with its signature navy blue and white accents scattered throughout the crowd. Some had different playersâ names printed on their backs, most likely jerseys theyâd bought from the university storeâ unlike yours.
Yours had been given by Katsuki himself.
Just this morning, before he went to university to prepare for the match, heâd insisted for you to wear his away-jersey instead. And unlike the teamâs usual navy blue uniform, the away jersey was predominantly white with navy blue accentsâ a design the team rarely wore. So it stood out effortlessly in the crowd of navy blues filling the stadium, and across your back were the words:
BAKUGOU
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âWear this.â
âYour away-jersey?â
âPeople should know who youâre cheerinâ for.â
âMaybe I should scream your name while Iâm at it.â
âGood. I should hear it when Iâm on the other side.â
âIâm jokingââ
âAnd Iâm not.â
Your train of thought was interrupted by the sudden thunderous cheers of the crowd. Your eyes drifted towards the left stadium entrance just as the Yuuei soccer team jogged onto the field and towards the bench area.
At the very front of the group was Katsuki. The captainâs armband clung to his beefy left arm, while a black headband pushed his ash-blond hair away from his faceâ and he looked insanely hot. Unfortunately, you werenât the only one who noticed.
âBakugou looks so hot!â
âIâd let him yell at me.â
âI heard he has a girlfriend.â
âThatâs rightâ itâs me.â
âYou wish!â
âSorry girls, but I'm the girlfriend.â
The group burst into laughter, joking among themselves, and the three of you heard every word.
âOh⊠if only they knew.â Mina murmured while you simply smiled to yourself.
As the team gathered near the bench for the coachâs final instructions, Katsukiâs eyes drifted towards the stands, sweeping across countless faces looking for someone. And when his eyes landed on you, he smiledâ clearly satisfied with you wearing his jersey.
âDid you see that?â
âOh my god!â
âHe smiled at me!â
âNo! He smiled at me.â
âHe was totally looking at me.â
âI literally made eye contact with him.â
âI told you Iâm the girlfriend!â
Mina and Kyoka beside you snickered while you bit the inside of your cheek just to keep yourself from laughing.Â
As the match started, a sharp whistle echoed throughout the stadium, and the crowd erupted into cheers as both teams rushed into action. The ball moved swiftly from one player to another, then a clean pass found its way to Katsuki.
And without thinkingâ you stood up from your seat.
âGO KATSUKI!â
Several nearby students glanced your way, especially the group of girls sitting behind you.
âDid she just call him Katsuki?â
âHow dare she!â
âWho is she to use his given name like that?â
Mina slowly turned her head just enough to glare at them before looking back at you.
âDonât mind them.â
âTheyâre just gonna embarrass themselves.â Kyoka said, already looking annoyed by the group of girls.
If only they knew.
You ignored them simply because they had no idea you were the actual girlfriend. After all, this was the first game of the seasonâ first official match with Katsuki as the team captain. Itâs also the first match you attended as his girlfriend. Not a lot of people knew about your relationship yet.
Unfortunately, just because you ignored them, doesnât mean the comments were going to stop.
âThe audacity to wear an away-jersey too.â
âI bet she had that customized.â
âExactly! Since the university only sells navy-blue ones.â
âThatâs so delulu of her.â
Kyoka, sitting beside you, looked like she was seconds away from standing up.
âJust say the word, Iâll punch them.â
âKyoka, itâs fineââ
You simply smiled to yourself and kept your eyes on the field. No amount of whispering from strangers was going to ruin your excitement over watching Katsuki. If anything, it only made you cheer louder.
âGO ON DARLING!â
After more than 90 minutes of the match, the final whistle rang across the stadium, followed by the explosion of cheers from the home crowd.Â
Yuuei had won.Â
Students cheered loudly while waving their banners in celebration. The Yuuei team players gathered near the bench, patting one another on the back and pulling each other for a hug. Katsuki joined in the celebration, accepting the congratulations with his signature smug smirk, clearly satisfied with the way their team wonâ in pure dominance.
Without a hint of embarrassment, you shouted as loudly as you could.
âTHATâS MY HONEY!â
Mina immediately burst into laughter while Kyoka just snickered beside you. They both knew you shouted just to rile up the girls who have been talking shit about you the whole game.
You ignored them for the hundredth time, too busy being happy with Yuueiâs victory to care.
As the team finished celebrating together, the players turned towards the crowd and thanked everyone who supported them before making their way back to their locker room.
And instead of following his team, Katsuki broke away and jogged towards your direction.
âHold onâŠâ
âHeâs coming over here.â
âOh my god!â
Within seconds, the group of girls frantically reached out for their make up kits, reapplying their blushes and lipsticks while hurriedly fixing their hair, desperate to look their very best for Katsuki.
Your Katsuki.
âHow do I look?â
âIs my collar crooked?â
âFix my stray hairs please!â
âI told you he was smiling at us!â
âHe totally saw how pretty we are.â
The moment Katsuki reached your section, you stepped away from your seat and walked towards the railing. Katsuki waited for you on the other side of the barrier, one hand casually resting on the railing as he slightly looked up to you.
âSoâŠâ A faint smile tugged at his lips, âDid you enjoy the game?â
âOf course!â You nodded excitedly while smiling at him. âYou were so cool out there.â
His signature smug smirk only grew.
âYeah?â He tilted his head slightly while raising a brow at you. âWhereâs my congratulations kiss?â
âIn here?!â
âDonât make me repeat myself.â
âHaah⊠seriously.âÂ
You sighed and rolled your eyes at him.Â
Despite your initial embarrassment, you leaned over the railing anyway, gently cupped his cheek before giving a quick kiss to his lips.
When you pulled away, you saw Katsuki with his grin even wider than before. Not giving a single care to anyone who watched him kiss his girlfriend.. In fact, it only inflated his ego knowing everyone had witnessed it.
Behind you, the group of girls stood frozen in shock, their eyes wide and mouths hanging open. Mina and Kyoka, on the other hand, are exchanging amused glances with each other, just watching everything unfold.
â...No way.â
âNo fucking way.â
âDid she justâŠâ
âKissed Bakugou?!â
âThat should have been me.â
âDo you think she heard all of that?â
Kyoka just burst into laughter, finally giving up trying to hold it in while Mina looked back at the girls with a grin.
âYou bet we did!
All that endless chatter, Katsuki heard every single one of it. He glanced past your shoulder towards the group behind you. A smirk painted his face as he pieced together what had been happening all game.
Then he drifted his attention back to you and without sparing a moment, pulled you closer over the railing.
âWait, Katsuââ
Before you could finish, Katsuki kissed you again, much longer than the first kiss you gave him. Long enough for your blood to rise up to your cheeks, and especially long enough for those girls behind you to finally realize how wrong they had been.
And when he was fully satisfied, Katsuki pulled away.
âMaybe thatâll shut them up.â
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