Hii!! I Just Found Ur Blog (rlly Cute Theme Btw) And I Wanted To Submit A Fluff Or Smut (or Both Idk)

Ok but now that pda post has me thinking about trying to deny Bakugo a kiss, doesn’t matter if it’s public or private, and he’s just grabbing your face and trying so hard to give you a kiss and you’re giggling and like sure it’s cute but he’s getting all 😡😤 and grumpy like 😡😡 giv me a damn kiss woman and it’s just so cute ugh 😪✋🏼

(pda post)

GODDDDDDD im really glad you’re bringing this up bc I felt SO big brain when I first thought about it tbh… 

Like he really just does not want to admit that he’s a sucker for kisses🥺

i had a bit more to say but tbh i forgot it all..... and tho this didn’t turn out as sweet as i imagined it would, hope u enjoy nonetheless!! 

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Most days when Bakugo is leaving for work, you trail down the hall in your socks after him, standing on your tip toes to press a kiss to his lips before he goes.

Today, you do not. 

Maybe it’s because you want to see what would happen if you didn’t… and maybe it’s because you’re sick of giving him kisses he sometimes makes a game out of refusing. Not always, but every so often, he’ll leave you standing on your tiptoes for seconds, smirking down at the way you raise your eyebrows and wait (beg) for him to meet you halfway.

So today you won’t, either.

“I’m leaving,” Bakugo’s gruff voice reverberates through the halls, echoing to where you stand in the kitchen as he pulls on his shoes by the front door.

Holding back a smirk, you don’t move, continuing to fuss with your coffee as you nonchalantly call back.

“See you.”

You allow the silence to reverberate through the house as you face the espresso machine, waiting patiently for his reaction… though it’s not long before Bakugo is sticking his head through the doorway, eyes pointedly narrowed as he glares at you sourly and says your name in question. 

“I said, I’m leaving.” 

You do your best to bite back a smile, the rather confused and disgruntled expression on his face almost enough to make you laugh, give up and run into his arms. 

Almost.  

“I heard you, babe,” you respond, peeking over your shoulder coyly to gauge his reaction.

Eyes wide and lips flat in question, Bakugo takes step forward, entering the kitchen as he tries again to find the right words to say. 

“Did you forget something, dumbass?”

Though his voice is still rough, at the same time, it’s also rather quiet, reminding you of the calm before a storm, as he so often is.

“I don’t think so,” you raise your eyebrows, feigning confusion as you look around the room for something you know doesn’t exist. “Did I?” 

One side of Bakugo’s lips curls downward into a pout, and he pauses to continue staring at you blankly with twitching brows. When you don’t say anything, he closes his eyes, forehead creasing as he sighs.

“Yes,” he huffs, voice heavy on his tongue, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, “you did.” 

Bakugo stomps to you, form large and imposing. You try to take a step backward, but before you’re able to turn and make an escape, a fist is grabbing at the bottom of your shirt and the laugh bubbles out before you can stop it. 

Instantly, your cheeks warm at his touch as he drags you to his chest, spinning you around to face him.

Looking at him up close, Bakugo’s tanned cheeks flushed as he blinks at you, you coo. 

“What did I forget?” 

Eyes focused and warm, as though he didn’t just have a mini tantrum to get this far, he only has to dip forward the slightest bit before you’re pushing yourself onto your tiptoes, his hand still wrapped in your shirt. 

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You didn’t run to kiss him goodbye again. 

Waved him off from inside the kitchen with that slick, little smile of yours, refusing to both move or acknowledge the sound of his footsteps down the hall. 

Normally, Bakugo would play along. Stand in the foyer long enough for you to start calling his name in the silence… and then, when you’d stick your head through the doorway to check on him, he’d grab you by the nape of your neck to pull you in for a wet kiss goodbye. 

Today, however, already soured from the slight ache of his back and the early shift he was given, he didn’t feel like it. 

So instead of waiting for you to kiss him goodbye as he normally would, playful or not, when he didn’t hear your soft footsteps behind him, he had simply decided to leave the house, thinking maybe that’d show you as he laced up his boots and kicked the door shut. 

It did feel slightly wrong, leaving you hanging, but a part of him was always a little frustrated when you made him work for his morning kiss… so what difference would missing one make? 

Though, when he thinks about, it’s not like you don’t always give him one in the end, smoothing down his shirt when you pull back and blessing his eyes with that pretty smile of yours that he loves so much…  

It’s also not like he’s ever expressed this to you, either... always usually willing to wait or play your little games when you’re bold enough to try them. 

Bakugo makes it halfway down the street before his footsteps begin to slow, hating the way his heart sinks the farther away he gets. Part of him, though he’s not sure which part, knows that this is wrong… that ignoring you only to pacify his stubborn attitude will only hurt the both of you in the end.  

Finally coming to a halt, he curses, thinking about the fact that refusing to kiss you goodbye means breaking your little ritual.

He groans, turning on his heels so as to return to your apartment, deep down knowing that the day will only get worse if he doesn’t go back for his kiss. 

However, he barely makes it three steps towards your building before he spots you shooting out of the front door, a worried look etched on your face as you scan the streets for his form. 

“Katsuki!” you call, immediately running to him when you spot him down the road, one of his sweatshirts haphazardly pulled over your head, your feet in mismatched slippers. 

Bakugo’s eyes widen, and he just barely manages to jog to meet you before he’s opening his arms and you’re jumping into them. Clinging to his shoulders, you pull him down by the collar of his shirt to your lips, pressing them feverishly against your own as you heave. 

“You left…” you breathe, pulling back to cup his jaw and run your thumbs over his cheeks, brows raised in sweet question. “You left without a kiss.” 

Bakugo grumbles, lost in your eyes as he wraps one arm around your waist and rubs the back of his neck with the other. His cheeks tint a slight pink, so instead of answering, he dips his head down for another kiss you happily lean up to give him. 

“Then kiss me, idiot.” 

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thinking about biting (a little too hard might i add) bakugous big bicep affectionately but he flinches away and turns to you to say, “hey no biting, biting’s for the bedroom!” and gives you a lite pout before rubbing his arm. all whilst you’re dying of laughter.

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thinking about how you like to wear the tiniest costumes on halloween because you want to feel sexy and you do. Not only that but you make Katsuki be the other half, his costume being more modest seeing as how he doesn’t like dressing up all that much. But every. single. time. you end up getting cold and asking him for some of the layers to his costume.

Bakugou was less than phased by your choice of clothing, truth be told he didn’t care at all. If you thought you looked good in it (he always did too) than you would be wearing it no debate from him. You were so excited for this years annual halloween party because your costume was just too good. About two months ago you had started to gather the things for you and bakugou to be velma and scooby. You had it all planned out, turtleneck sweater that hugged your curves perfectly, a tiny little skirt, and some above the knee socks.

You wanted him to be shaggy but for whatever reason he said he’d be scooby. Dog head and all. Bakugou was on board with it as always, he did put up a fight when he realized how the character he was dressing up as acted, but you did some… convincing and he folded so quick.

Compliments after compliments on how the two of you looked together and then the familiar chill started. “Sukiiiiiii, m’ cold” You pout, cuddling into him. Bakugou looks down and you trying to snuggle into him for warmth and smiles at the cute display.

“Okay baby, let’s go change.” He says rubbing his pawed hand up and down your back. You look up at him confused thinking he didn’t have anything else to wear. “Change? What’re you gonna wear suki?” He doesn’t answer you but instead takes your hand to lead you to an empty bathroom.

“Just hold on, gotta get outa this thing first.” He mutters fumbling with the scooby suit zipper. When he finally gets it unzipped, you see the familiar brownish tan slacks and green untucked shirt.

Bakugou plans ahead, you should have known this. Once he fully steps out of the dog costume he hands it to you to wear. You giggle at the thought, the costume drowning you because of your size difference. You slipped your skirt off and put the fuzzy costume on instantly warming up.

“How do i look?” You giggle out holding out your paws.

“Very cute.” He says as he kisses the crown of your head and leads you back to the party.

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Can u do one where bakugou sees a friend he hasn't seen in years because she moved away? Like a first love kinda thing? And when they meet it's obvious they still like each other but the air is different because they are older....like obvious sexual tension between them. They were watching movies like old times but that ends up leading to .......stuff.

Omggg ty for this ask!!! It's so cute eek 😫 I hope you like it 💖

Just Friends

summary: you're back in your hometown on business, and come face to face with an old friend.

cw: smut, afab!reader, dom!bakugo, subby!reader, that knee thing hehe, unprotected sex, creampie, overstim, dacryphilia

wc: 3.5k

all characters aged up 22+

MDNI

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You had just gotten settled in at your mom's. You were staying with her for a month while you were back in your hometown on business, and by the time the two of you had finished setting up your bedroom and office, you were tired, sweaty, and ready for a drink.

It felt strange returning home, even stranger entering the bar, half expecting someone to turn you away. The last time you'd been home was when you were still a child, too young to order your own drink.

You steeled yourself anyway, knowing you'd have to get used to it sometime, and sat yourself down at the bar. When you saw the bartender, your heartrate quickened.

His back was to you, at the other end talking to other patrons, drying a glass. He wore a black t-shirt, sleeves rolled up to expose his muscular arms. He was taller now than he was when you left, broader too. You couldn't help the blush that crawled up your chest, quickly looking away in hopes it wasn't too noticeable.

"Y/n?"

You recognized his voice, one thing that hadn't really changed, and looked up to see wide crimson eyes. Everything in his face conveyed his shock at seeing you.

You tried an easy smile, trying to calm your racing heart. "Hey, Katsuki."

"What uh--what can I get for you?" You could tell he was trying to hide his shock now, setting the glass in his hand down. He set his hands on the bartop and leaned towards you, and you tried to ignore the fact that you could smell his cologne.

You quickly shot out a simple cocktail; one you knew you liked but hadn't tried in a while. He set to work on it, and you weren't sure where to look. Watching his hands made you think about how you'd like them on your waist, maybe wrapped around your throat--

"Why didn't you tell me you were in town?" He asked, all shock wiped from his expression now. He set the drink down on a coaster in front of you, looking at you through his lashes expectantly. You almost forgot how quick to the point your childhood friend was.

You cleared your throat, taking a sip of your drink to buy you time to mull over what you'd tell him. The truth was, you didn't want to reach out to him because you had been afraid of getting the cold shoulder. It had been years since you'd spoken to each other, and even longer since you'd been face to face. If you had reached out and he'd ignored you, you weren't sure you could handle that kind of rejection.

The cocktail was refreshing, lightly sweet and just what you needed after the long day of moving. "I wasn't sure you'd care to know, honestly." You finally said, trying to get as close to the truth as you could without exposing how much you actually had looked forward to seeing him after all this time.

He snorted, rolling his eyes and pushing off his hands. "Not like I'm waiting for your phone call or anything, but a simple text woulda been nice."

He must have seen the worry in your expression. He sighed. "I get off at ten, wanna come over to mine? We can watch a movie like old times."

You quickly agreed, taking another sip of your drink. You watched him work as you nursed your drink, and then a second one. He wasn't quite the chatterbox, but he was much friendlier than he was when you'd known him in high school. Well, maybe friendly wasn't the word. More like less hostile.

When you finished your second drink and tabbed out, you hoped down from the bar, waving back to Bakugo. He grunted out something you couldn't quite hear.

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Bakugo hadn't been expecting you, the recognition hitting him like a freight train when he'd spotted you at the end of the bar.

At first glance, you looked just like you had in high school when Bakugo had last seen you, but as he took in more and more of your face, he saw how time had changed you as much as it had him.

He'd tried to keep his cool, not show just how happy he was to see you. After all, who knew how long you'd be here, anyway. But he knew he'd kick himself if he didn't see you again, at least once. He'd been relieved when you'd agreed.

All night he could feel your gaze on him. It made him nervous, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it a little, knowing your attention was on him. When you'd slipped off the barstool, making your way to the exit, he couldn't help but stop and watch you leave, eyes tracing over every curve. You were even more delectable since the last time he'd seen you.

He couldn't wait until ten o' clock, his heart quickening every time he looked and saw he was thirty, twenty, ten minutes away from being able to ditch the bar and call you up. Even Kirishima had noted he'd seemed on edge, but Bakugo had only told him to shut it.

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It was a quarter after when your phone lit up, an old candid photo of Bakugo filling up your screen. It had been so long since you'd seen it you couldn't help the smile on your face even as you answered the call.

He was quick to tell you his new address, telling you to come over whenever. Luckily, you'd had enough time to shower, shave, and blow dry your hair before his call. All that was left was to do your makeup. You knew it was going to be a chill night. Bakugo wasn't the type of guy to make a move, but you still hoped; you wanted to look good for him.

You wore something comfortable, something that made you feel good, that you knew you looked good in, but wasn't so restricting you couldn't sit and veg on the couch for a couple hours during a movie.

The drive to Bakugo's was short, your nerves building the whole way there. You wondered if he'd notice the makeup on your face, the way your body changed like his had. If he'd like it. You couldn't stop reminiscing over those lingering looks from when you'd both been in high school, wondering if he'd moved on. It's been so long, you'd both been in and out of relationships since then. Would his heart race like yours when you sat next to each other?

When you pulled into the apartment complex, you had to take a moment to settle your nerves. You tried not to hope for too much tonight, so you wouldn't be disappointed. It's not like either of you had ever made a move before, you were determined to enjoy the night for what it was.

By the time you were knocking on his door, though, your body felt warm, legs like jelly. You wished you'd had another drink or two before you came.

When he answered the door, he looked like he'd just gotten out of the shower, hair dripping onto the towel around his shoulders. He wore a white tank and red shorts, his arms and legs bared in their muscly glory.

You tried not to stare, looking straight up into Bakugo's face. "Hey, I brought snacks." You said, holding up a bag of assorted candy.

He snorted, smirk on his face, moving enough that you could fit past his large frame in the doorway, kicking off your shoes and following him down the hall. It was tidy, you couldn't help but search the place with your gaze, committing everything to memory.

"What movie did you wanna watch?" You asked, following him into the living room. It was cozy, you were surprised to find warm string lights hung up, walls bare except for the shelf that housed a few All Might figurines, a record player and a decent collection of records underneath.

He shrugged, crashing onto the couch and lifting his legs on the recliner. There was already a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, and he lifted it into his lap. "Don't matter to me. S'long as it's not one of those dumb romance movies you always wanna make me watch." He curled his lip in distaste, and you couldn't help but laugh at his expression, how familiar it all felt, as you sunk into the spot next to him, curling your legs under you so you were angled toward him.

"You'd probably like them if you gave them a chance." You chided, reaching over to grab a handful of popcorn. You were unsurprised by the light coating of hot sauce. "Besides, you should have picked a movie before I got here, it's going to take us forever to pick one."

He grumbled something incoherent, though you knew he was disagreeing with you about something. "Just put on something we've seen before."

"I'ma get a beer before we start. You want something? I can make that froo-froo drink you ordered at the bar." You looked over and saw his mean smile turned on you.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't fight the butterflies in your stomach at the intensity in his eyes. "Uh, sure. Whatever you think."

He disappeared back into the kitchen, and you heard the sounds of him opening the fridge, pulling out a beer and popping the cap off, before it devolved into sounds of glasses and ice. He returned shortly after, holding out a glass to you. "Made you something a lil' different, lemme know how you like it."

You eagerly took a sip, excitement at his making a drink just for you. It was smooth, bright, and a bit tart. "It's delicious." You said honestly.

He smirked. "'Course it is." You rolled your eyes again, and set the glass on the end table next to you, settling back into your spot. Bakugo was closer now than he was before, his thigh pressed up against yours. You tried not to show your surprise, or your pleasure.

You settled into silence as he put on a movie you'd seen two or three times with him. You grabbed the bag of candy, pulling out a few pieces before wordlessly offering it to him. He stuck his hand in, rustling around before he pulled out two.

You tried to focus on the movie, but you couldn't help but notice the way his body was angled toward yours, his arm draped over the back of the couch behind you. You hoped despite the warm light from above and the cool light from the TV that he couldn't see the blush that was blooming along your cheeks as your thoughts progressively got dirtier.

He leaned forward, grabbing his beer from the coffee table. You almost stiffened as his hand moved from the couch to your back, his thumb drawing circles into the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

You bit your lip, stealing a glance in his direction. His eyes were already trained on you, gaze hard but unsure, as he brought the bottle to his lips to take a swig.

You cozied into his side, unsure until his hand moved even farther to your side, resting on your hip. You stayed like this for some time, almost afraid to move in fear of breaking the spell. But of course he saw right through you.

"Get comfortable already, woman. You're stiffer than a board."

You were definitely blushing now, not sure why him calling you woman felt like electricity in your veins. You relaxed a bit more, resting your hand on his thigh. "Is this...okay?"

"I'm the one who said to relax, right?" He said harshly, but started back with rubbing calming circles into your side, right along your hip.

"It's just, well we never used to watch movies like this before." You couldn't help but run your fingers over his thigh, his shorts having rode up to expose the contours of his muscles.

"Well I think it's safe to say we're not like how we were then, right?"

You smirked. "You're still as brash as ever."

"And you're still a dumbass." He growled, teasingly pinching the skin of your side. You couldn't help but jump a little, a surprised little noise coming from you. You moved your hand from his thigh, resting between you both, shooting a glare at him. That mean smile was back.

"You're the worst." You said, but you couldn't fight the grin on your face as you looked at him. In the warm light, he looked gorgeous. Who were you kidding, he was always gorgeous.

You noticed his eyes had dropped to your mouth, his own mouth softening. "Katsuki?" You whispered. His eyes shot up to yours. Your breath shuddered, and you reached up a hand to his cheek.

He leaned down toward you, his other arm coming around you to cage you in as his lips brushed against yours. You sighed against him, your other hand coming up to grab at the hairs on the nape of his neck. A deep groan rumbled from his chest at the motion, pulling away to look down at you with heavy lidded eyes.

"Don't stop, dumbass." You breathed with a laugh. He rolled his eyes at the nickname, but leaned down and kissed you again anyway.

You were in a bit of an awkward position, and you wanted to lean into him more, maybe to sit in his lap, but he had other plans. He lifted you a little with the hand on your waist, only to push you so you were laying along the couch horizontally, maneuvering your legs so he was resting between your thighs, pressing right against your heat.

You continued kissing in this position, sucking and licking at each other's mouths, trying to remember the way each other tasted. He broke away eventually, blazing a trail of kisses and soft bites along your neck. He pressed his knee to the space between your legs, the contact pulling a gasp from you. He rolled his knee against you, continuing his assault on your neck, and you were in heaven.

"Kats...uki." You moaned lightly, starting to roll your hips against him.

"Yeah, baby, keep sayin' my name. I'll make you feel good." He was running a hand along your side, until he was cupping your breast through your shirt.

You threw your head back, gasping each time his knee rolled into you, whispering his name with each breath.

"Want...more, Katsuki." You begged, your hole clenching around nothing. His knee pulled away from your heat and, grabbing a knee in each hand, spread your legs open for him. You flushed at the sudden vulnerability as he admired your body beneath him.

He pressed his hips into you, and you couldn't help gasping when you felt how hard he was through both of your pants. You whined up at him, spurred on by how his hips rolled harder into you when you were needy.

You reach down, reaching under his shirt and playing with the waistband of his shorts, ready to feel him with less clothing. He grabbed your hands, stopping the movement of his hips. "Nuh-uh. You first." He grumbled, his hands shooting to the hem of your shirt. "Off."

You sat up quickly, letting him lift the fabric over your head. Immediately, his mouth was on your skin, sucking kisses across your chest. His thumbs ran over the thin fabric of your bra, right over your nipples, before reaching around you, unclasping it and pulling it away easily.

You looked up at him through your lashes, silently asking for more. He smirked down at you and tossed your bra somewhere into the living room. "Gotta use your words. Tell me what you want."

You bit your lip, nervous to voice what you craved out loud. "Wanna feel you."

He leaned forward a little, grabbing your chin in hand and running his thumb over your bottom lip before forcing it into your mouth, resting lightly on your tongue. "Gotta be more specific. Or else I might just use you how I wanna."

You flushed with desire at the prospect, all the possibilities of him using you. But you wanted to feel him now. "Fuck me," you whispered around his finger, lifting yourself up enough that you could roll your hips onto his groin. "Wanna feel you in me."

He flashed a wide grin, pulling his hand away and kissing you hard. You held onto him by wrapping your arms around his neck, aware of his hands pulling at your bottoms, taking your undies with him. You sucked in a gasp at the cool air against your pussy, whining when he teased your folds with a finger.

"Already so wet for me. Can't believe I waited so long for this pussy." He groaned, pressing into you until he found your clit. You couldn't believe how well he worked you with his fingers, sighing when one teased at your entrance.

"Right there, Katsuki." You pleaded, trying to roll your hips into him. Once again though, you were no match for his strength, and he held your hips down with a single hand, the other working over your slowly.

"So eager for it, huh?" He cooed. "You're gonna beg for this cock." He pressed a finger into you, sliding in easily with your slick, and you gasped around the thickness of him. And it was only one finger. His thrusts were gentle, slow, nothing like what you needed. "God, you're sucking me in so well," he said, eyes trained on where his fingers were pressing into you as he added a second finger.

You felt dirty at his words, but judging by the way his cock tented in his shorts, you knew he was praising you in his own way. And he was right, with him curling his fingers right where you needed him, you were desperate for him. "Please, Katsuki. Need you."

He looked up at you at last, and he nearly melted at the sight of you under him, eyes watering, face flushed. You were like a dream. "Not yet. Gotta make sure you're ready for me. Don't wanna break you before I've had my fun." But the way he was toying with you, his thumb found the perfect rhythm on your clit, matching up so well with the way not two, but now three of his fingers pressed into you. The burn was delicious, you couldn't help clenching around them, needing just a little bit more.

"Please, Katsuki. Put it in. I need it." You whined, repeating the prayer over and over, getting close to your climax but holding off until you could feel him inside you.

After a few more thrusts, he took pity on you, pulling his shorts down enough so his cock was freed, bouncing up a little before resting against his thigh. It was thick, with a pale pink tip, curving just a little. You swallowed. If you weren't already so close to cumming, you'd definitely want it in your mouth.

"You sure you're ready for it?" He asked, thrusting into you extra hard as if to prove his point. You grunted at the movement, but you couldn't say you didn't like it. You nodded eagerly, angling your hips toward his tip.

He pulled out his fingers, continuing the motion on your clit for a second longer before he pumped his cock a few times, covering it in the slick gathered on his fingers. He ran his tip through your folds a few times before sliding into your cunt. The motion was smooth, and he had prepped you well, but you still felt a sweet burn as he stretched you out around his cock, a little moan pulling from you lips.

He didn't waste any time finding that rhythm from before, and soon you were moments away from your orgasm, whining in his ear sweet praises about how good he made you feel.

"Told ya I'd make you feel good." He grunted, his face right by your ear, pressing kisses into your neck. "God, you're squeezing me so well. Don't wanna give up this pussy."

You were getting closer, he was hitting all the right spots. His thumb was back on your clit, moving in time with his thrusts. You felt the muscles low in your belly tightening, could nearly taste your release. "I'm so close, Katsuki."

He grunted, nearly losing his pace, but he was determined to get you off. "That's right, baby, let go. Cum for me."

You felt the tightness snap, crying out as he fucked you through your orgasm. The way you milked him was enough to push him over the edge soon after you, but he continued thrusting, even as you cried out, "s'too much, Katsuki," because he wasn't done feeling you squeeze his cock. He knew he'd be addicted to your cunt, that he'd never stop craving it.

When he finally slowed his thrusts, you were exhausted, a few tears sneaking down your cheeks as you smiled up at him, holding his face in your hands. "Fuck, Y/n. Welcome home."

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Tysm @hisokumi for the request, and for everyone for reading!! This was such a fun request to do, it was a nice change to have more of a dom Katsuki hehe 😈

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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?”

Commenting on how strong bakugou is all the time making his ego inflate 10 fold, but only when you say it. Like greeting him at the door after he finishes a workout and his muscles have a layer of sweat still making them glisten. And he’s talking to you except you’re completely zoned out staring at them. Once he notices what the hell you’re looking at he will tease you to no end,

“Ohhh I see, you like my arms, baby?” He says while flexing his biceps practically making you drool and he just laughs at you not even mad you weren’t listening.

Or he will ask you for massages on his back because that’s your favorite part of him. It’s just so strong and so sexy how could you not love it?

“So fuckin sore lately. You mind rubbin my back, pretty girl?”

“Yes!” you say a liiiitttle too quickly, moving to straddle his lower back sensually rubbing his exposed skin.

OR OR OMG when things are getting … heated between the two of you and you’re like making out on a wall or something, he will always pick you up so your hips are around his waist. Not only because he knows you love it when he shows his strength but it gives straight access to your pussy so he can slowly roll his hips into yours while continuing to kiss you.

“Jump baby. Fuck yeaa thats my good girl.”

sorry if that was a lot i’m a new anon

i choose 🫐 if it isn’t already taken

hi baby!! welcome here!!🥺 ofc you can be 🫐 anon!!

- nd you got me screaming without the s!!!!

i’m such a slut for his muscles and strength!!!🥺

Or when y’all are in the bedroom in the morning and Katsuki is going through the closet trying to choose what to wear with his back completely facing you, with each movement his muscles moves and he can feel your gaze burning his neck!! That’s when he slightly turn his head to the side, watching you from the corner of his eyes as he smirks at the way you were ogling at him shamelessly

And he’s such a asshole about it too!! A small grunt — almost sounding like a deep moan — escaped from his throat as he started to stretch, fully teasing you as he faked innocence, pretending that he didn’t caught you staring at his muscled that he proudly built over time, making your brain and heart melt once again as you closed your thighs for some sort of friction.

“tsukiii..” the way you whine for him was what made him 100% sure that he caught you on his trap. A devilish smirk grew on his face, before he turned to you and approached you with a condescending gaze.

“does my muscles turn you on, princess?” He chuckled, placing his thumb on your lower lip while his pointer finger curled under your chin, causing your full attention to be only on him and nothing else… you are such a good girl for him!!

You nodded at his words with a small whine, dumbly opening your mouth and letting him slide his thumb against your tongue before pressing on it. At this point you looked up at him with nothing but hearts in your eyes — making his dick throb painfully against his sweat !! He can’t take it anymore !!

“so good f’me, huh, pretty girl?” He spoke, now placing both of his hands right under your ass and picking you up to wrap your legs around his hips — causing you to press your covered core against his hard on, making you mewl for him again…

“c’mon, gimme a kiss, pretty”

oh that kiss turned into so much more!!

ugh pretty pretty katsuki

bakugou in a sweater °ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ°

breasts or thighs? ─ bakugo katsuki.

minors do not interact &&. nsfw content : afab!reader, smut, biting/marking kink, degradation.

bakugou katsuki loves every part of your lower body. he loves the round shape of your ass and the way his large and calloused hands are the right size around them. he loves to squeeze the plush fat, hearing your cute little whines and moans when he pulls you impossibly close to him by your ass.

he loves how they serve as fine pillows when you're lying down on your stomach, comfortable in bed and reading a book. when he enters the room and you're lying down unsuspecting of him, he smirks deviously to himself. he jumps onto the bed, eliciting a squeal from you as your body bounces and he lies pliantly on your ass. you groan to yourself, looking back at bakugou.

"katsuki," you whine. "i lost my place in the book."

he doesn't care, fingers snaking up your shorts.

he also loves your thighs. how they jiggle when you walk and how your stretch marks peak out a little bit from your shorts. you don't like your stretch marks, but he always kisses them to let you know how much he loves them. he loves to bite your inner thighs, not even something sexual at times. it's just that overwhelming feeling he gets when he's filled with so much love for you that he can't voice it. you used to do it a lot with his biceps and he always complained about it. but here he is, biting your inner thighs because he's so overwhelmingly in love with you.

okay, but he loves making prominent bite marks and nail marks into your thighs as well. he'd also coax you to wear shorts out in public so people can see. you get so flustered as you refuse to make eye contact with everyone because you know they're looking. bakugou however? oh, he loves it. he's wearing a cocky smirk as he holds you by the waist.

and your calves, he loves to hold them up to fuck you in the mattress. you're so teary eyed as he's just pounding into your sweet cunt, loving how his baby takes him so well. your legs are pinned to your chest as he has a visceral grip on your calves to hold you up. he's angled in a way where you have to take all of him and it just... feels so good being in you that he could cry. he doesn't unfortunately.

"you're such a fucking slut," he sneers, putting his entire weight on you. "letting me use your body however i want. so fucking disgusting, you'd let me do anything to you, baby."

and you can only manage to nod your head because you can't bring yourself to speak. he chuckles deeply, and it's raspy and so fucking sexy. and he leans down to give you a sweet kiss. it's loving despite his words.

word count: 475 words.

note: i'll add a read more when tumblr wants to stop playing with me. sorry y'all!