Husband Bakugou

katsuki bakugo is pussy drunk.

oh i can just imagine, him holding your frame with his calloused hands as you squirm with each lick of his warm tongue. he’s getting quite annoyed with you; slapping your thigh each time you move.

“fuck, stay still,” he groaned, mouth hovering over your pussy. from the way he looked, you would’ve thought he hated this; but it was really quite the opposite. he was getting drunk on your pussy, relishing the way you squirmed.

his tongue made rounds on your clit, earning wanton moans from your pretty lips. he nipped and sucked as if he was starved, eventually putting his tongue in your hole, nearly cumming at the taste.

“fuck… fuck, ‘suki!” your hands latched onto his hair, legs closing in his perfect face. the sounds of his moans were muffled as he tightens his grip on your thighs, tongue lapping at your clit faster than before. “gon’… gon’ c-cum, ‘suki!” your breath hitched as you moaned out your words, legs shaking violently. katsuki gave your pussy a few more licks before pushing himself up to immediately kiss you.

“taste ‘s good, pretty girl.. gon’ do it again, but on my cock.”

i need everyone to read this right now. so good.

most nights, katsuki will sit under the covers with his debriefing file and a blank, uninterested stare—flipping through the documents as you prance around the room getting ready for bed.

he’s seen you do this an endless amount of times, and has even been dragged into the commotion on numerous occasions—ending the night with a green face mask and a faux frown.

still, he doesn’t really get it.

of course, brushing your teeth is a given, and he won’t fuss about you washing your face—but the line has to be drawn somewhere, right?

pillow mist—the latest villain.

“babe, seriously?” he coughs, sitting up a bit as he sticks his tongue out and holds a hand over his throat. maybe, you went a little trigger happy with the black chamomile, but he’s being dramatic. “it’s in my fuckin’ mouth!”

“there’s an easy fix for that, y’know,” you smile, running your thumb and index finger across your lips in a zipping motion.

his eyes grow wide—not out of anger, or shock, but amusement. your smug comments are never ending and supremely annoying, but he fucking loves them—they’re cute. you’re cute.

he watches, tonguing at his cheek as you plop down in front of the large floor length mirror like a heathen—skincare splayed out in front of you.

you would do this in the bathroom, but you’ve been told not to by your boyfriend—who’s just looking to maximize his precious time with you, even if it means choking back the polluted air.

though he’d still argue that you are the only one who should be choking on anything while in the bedroom—not him.

“katsuki, stop that,” you laugh, catching his gaze through the reflection as your fingers run along your cheeks, working in your moisturizer.

“huh?”

stop what? existing? he’s just sitting there, hasn’t moved a muscle or opened his mouth in almost two whole minutes, and you’re telling him to stop? what the hell do you want from—

“you’re staring.”

oh, well—you’re wearing his shirt, the black long sleeve that hangs off your shoulder just a tad and drowns your hands in excess fabric. he gave you this shirt after your first night together, and while it’s no more than a piece of cotton—it’s special.

it reminds him of that morning, when you padded into the kitchen and asked what he was doing. he was making breakfast, obviously, but you insisted he come back to bed.

you were annoying, selfish—he had no more than an hour before he had to be at the agency, and you were asking him to skip the most important meal of the day to cuddle with you. unbelievable.

nevertheless, it was then that katsuki knew he was in love—with you passed out on his chest, in his shirt, just ten minutes before he had to leave.

so yes, he’s staring.

“am not,” he scoffs, keeping his eyes glued to you as you dab yet another cream onto your fingers. what the hell are you concocting over there? “i’m makin’ sure you don’t kill us with all that shit.”

if anyone were going to kill us—it would be you. the sentence pops into your head, but dies before it ever has a shot at tumbling out of your mouth.

maybe, that would’ve been something you said to the katsuki you first met years ago—but never to the one sitting in your bed right now. if you told the public what you did on that morning, you’re almost certain that half the population would be wondering how you lived to tell the tale—because no way in hell would the dynamight let that slide, right? everyone and their mother knows that his job as a pro hero is incredibly important to him.

but, not once in your relationship have you ever felt an ounce of unease, anxiety, anything, that’d make you doubt your safety for a single second—because you are more important to katsuki.

“you still with me?” he interrupts your selfish train of thought, pushing himself off the headboard to get a better look at your face. you’re a little zoned out. “fuckin’ fumes are gettin’ to you, huh?”

“i’m fine kats,” you grin, stepping back into reality as you screw the lid back onto your eye cream. you turn, sharing your smile with him.

“c’mere,” he rasps, leaning back onto his freshly scented pillow and discarding his papers onto the nightstand.

“or what?” you challenge, looking to rile him up a little before you inevitably go over there.

“you wanna find out?” he smirks, mind flooding with a tidal wave of lewd thoughts that he’s most definitely going to share with you later.

the voice in your mind screams yes, and you rise to your feet—shuffling over there in your slippers a little too eagerly, you’re sure.

you climb atop the covers and sit beside him—milliseconds away from opening your mouth to say something that would’ve gotten you into even more trouble—but he pulls you down for a kiss.

maybe he knew what was coming and saved you, or maybe this is you finding out. reason aside—he’s kissing you. slowly, his mouth moves against yours, and subtly, he tugs on the collar of your shirt—pulling you impossibly close.

“katsuki,” you sigh, running a thumb over his cheek as you lean your forehead against his. he’s pretty—strong, sharp features contrasting the softness behind his eyes. you know this look, it’s the same one he gave you that morning. gosh, how did you get so damn—

“hey,” he barks, grinning wide as he wraps a hand around your wrist. “you starin’ at me?”

Reporter: Whats your boy count? Bakugou: *has never done it and is a pro-hero* Yes.

yes but also once he meets you that man is giving you the best sex of your life.

i need some raunchy smut

[9:35pm]

masterlist

Thinking about you doing that one tiktok trend where the girl sets up the phone in front of the guy and tells him to listen to the lyrics of the bruno mars song.

You run up to Bakugou sitting on the couch and set up the phone in front of you to on the coffee table. He doesn’t make a move to get up, just watching as you fumble with the settings on whatever app you were on before turning to him with instruction.

“Okay just listen to the lyrics. Got it suki?” You say with your hands interlocked at your chest and a hopeful look on your eye. However he doesn’t respond, only grunting in affirmation and nodding his head at your phone for you to start. He watches you start the video before awkwardly standing slightly to the right in front of him.

“fellas grab your ladies if your ladies fine”

Without hesitation he grabs your arm only for you to stumble back onto his lap. You’re looking completely shocked at him somehow not knowing he would do that (smh my head) and he is just smirrrkking at youuuuu. When you watch it back omg you will hide your face in his chest while he just laughs because while yes he should be annoyed at hearing the sound a million times he is also flattered you are so flustered by his action.

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hbd hajime

Sometimes I catch myself thinkin what my parents would say if they saw my “liked” on tumbler. I feel so dirty lmao but idrc at the same time

Everything You Needed

masterlist

wc: 1.08k

he’s always been there

cw: mentions of sex, cheating, hurt -> comfort

i’ll make a part 2 soon

“Lovely come on, you can't be upset at me for this.” Your former boyfriend now turned scumbag says trying to console you to avoid a scene.

This is not the place to be doing this, you know that, but how could you not react to such news, that your innocence was just too much for any man to bare. How could someone wait when there were other options, probably prettier, and much more compliant?

“Upset? How could I not be upset? You invite me here to what I think is going to be a nice little lunch date only to tell me that you slept with someone else?! Tell me please, why, just why would you ever think that I would be okay with this?” You speak in a low burning tone, tears brimming in your eyes.

“A man has needs, you probably gave it up to that best friend of yours anyways. I don’t understand why...” He continues but you can only space out, picking up bits and pieces of the bullshit he spews. Eyes focused on the table; brows furrowed as he just keeps. On. Going. Why should you have to sit her and listen to him continue to complain about lack of sex, like that’s the biggest issue in the world, like it was the biggest issue in your relationship. And so, you don’t, he’s still transfixed in trying to convey his point not noticing you stand at first. His attention is brought to you only when you push the chair so hard there's a prominent bang that comes with it.

He stops for a second looking up at you like he’s about to say more before you cut him off, “I hope you’re happy with yourself, fucking asshole.” His eyebrows raise at your defiance, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, unable to say anything witty in response.

The walk home was painful, every step reiterated his words once more, tears finally falling. You would die if you cried in front of that prick. As you finally make it to the safety of your home, you slam the door behind you and It's all too much, your heart feels as though it's been split in two, ripped in half by his hands. Sliding down the door putting your knees to your chest just trying to breathe properly.

Two hours. Two hours is how long you sat on the floor, just trying to figure out what was wrong with you and then it was what was wrong with him. But you want to forget or vent you’re not quite sure which, but you need someone. So, with a shaky hand you pull out to call him. Katsuki the solution to all your problems, your first love, and your best friend in the entire world.

It rings once, only once before he’s picked up, Katsuki never made you wait, Katsuki always answered when you needed him.

He was consistent.

“Sup.” He answers swiftly, slightly muffled as though the phone is on his shoulder. You hear the clanking of what seems like dishes, and that’s when the pit dives further into your stomach.

“M s-sorry to call, sounds like you're busy, I’ll just go-” Your voice cuts out, all wobbly and quiet. There's a small crash on the other end, his voice clearer now.

“What’s wrong sweets? M not busy at all, always got time for you.” He says softly.

Sweets. It's what he called you when it was just the two of you, at first it was sarcastic, but over the years turned more affectionate. Hearing the word made the dam break, wailing sobs and incoherent sentences that just came out as more cries sounded through the phone.

“M comin’ over.” Then the familiar beep plays signifying that he has hung up. You hug your phone to your chest, moving slightly away from the door. It only took 5 minutes before you heard a knock on the door.

He was reliable.

Standing up to open the door for him, your hand reached out to let in your comfort. Once it was a sliver of the way open, your hand fell in a way, allowing him to barge his way through and pull you in by the waist.

More tears. Your arms reach around his broad, muscular shoulders, clawing at his back as more cries sounded through the thin walls of your apartment.

“What happened, Sweets? What’s got you cryin’?” He pulls away to wipe your tears with the rough pads of his thumbs.

“H-he-” His eyes darkened dangerously at the mention of your shitty boyfriend.

He wanted to protect you, defend your honor.

“He what honey? Take your time.” Oh, he looks angry, tone sweet but carmine eyes fuming.

Your voice drops to a breaking whisper, “He slept with someone else. I wasn’t ready yet suki... I just wasn’t ready yet.” He pulls you in tighter, partly to comfort you, partly so you didn’t see the rage in his features.

“I knew that fucker was no good. Knew you were too perfect for him.” He rubs soothing circles down your back before he asks, “Why did you even date him anyways?”

You pause for a moment, thinking if you should say it, but your mouth beat your jumbled brain to the punch, “Because you didn’t l-love me back.” He pulls away once more, not saying a word, but just picking you up to sit you down on the couch, him kneeling in front of you.

He reaches his toned arm out to brush the stray hairs out of your eyes, hand running down to your chin where you nuzzle your head into it affectionately.

“Because I didn’t love you? Who says I don’t love you, pretty?”

He loved you.

“Who says I haven’t been kicking myself every day for letting that dipshit beat me to you? Where did you get that silly idea in that pretty little head of yours, huh baby?” His thumb slides across your bottom lip, dragging it down then letting it snap back into place.

“Who says I don’t think about kissing these pretty lips every time I see you?” You finally reach out for him, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him to you.

“So, kiss me.” And Katsuki does just that. Standing up slightly to get a better grip, lips slotting perfectly with your own, with enough built-up passion to make Romeo jealous.

He was everything you needed.

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