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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years ago

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they don't love me like you do | b. katsuki

➳ tags ;; 18+, sub!bakugou, dom!reader, gn but afab!reader, pegging, gentle domming, praise kink, porn with feelings, friends to lovers, healthy bdsm practices, discussions around sex and dating, reader has a personality, anal fingering, double-ended strap-on w harness, oral (m+f recieving), prostate orgasms, submissive bottom bakugou katsuki, getting together, aftercare!! READ THE TAGS!!

➳ wc ;; 12.2k (i know. i know)

➳ a/n ;; i don't think i've ever projected while writing a fic so much in the entirety of my silly human life. wrote this thing with my fucking clit on the paper and pen jesus. thank you so, so much to @jirou-s for beta-ing this monster for me. no words.

i know this fic isn't everyones thing, but it'd mean a lot to me if you read it! i think it's actually my favorite thing i've ever wrote. i had so much fun and im elated to share.

song title is based off like you do by joji!

➳ synopsis ;; you and bakugou don't talk about your sex lives often, but at one of kirishima's get togethers - denki brings up the subject of pegging and bakugou's curiosity is ever present. just one question is enough to break the dam.

There’s not a lot you can say about Bakugou Katsuki that hasn’t been said before.

He’s been the headline of countless news articles, done hundreds of interviews - chopped and screwed, endless amounts of media coverage ever since he was nothing but a highschool brat. Bakugou is a well-known and popular hero with an image, and his image has been so clear in the public eye for years.

People's stances on him are split pretty even down the middle. He’s abrasive, and unruly - and though his approval has increased significantly, it’s only inevitable some people hate him. His name in hero forums is fucking nuts, always sure to cause some kind of debate. It’s mostly positive. Some people find his disagreeable nature to go against heroism as it is, but others find his honesty to be a breath of fresh air. People will go as far as insisting there should be more heroes like him. Even as his friend, you’re not sure you would go that far.

You could say a lot about Bakugou as a person. It would all boil down to the fact he’s a little wound-up, but he’s good deep down. He really wants to be good, and he’s trying. To you, Bakugou, without a shadow of doubt, is a good person. He does his best to be a good person every time he gets out on the field. You respect him. You care for him.

You’ve been in his life since your third year of high school. He was your partner in your Support Course capstone and you would later be his agency's primary costume designer. Like everything with Bakugou, it was not easy to be around him in the beginning.

He was hard to work with. Stubborn, mean, easily upset. You’re a natural opposite, a little more analytical and easy-going. But the two of you balanced each other out in a way Bakugou had never felt in another person. You never let him disrespect you, but you hardly got angry either. It took almost a year for him to adjust to you genuinely, but not without trying. Nights spent analyzing costume designs and doing repairs did just enough to bring you two close. At the end of it, you considered him a friend.

Your working relationship was also inevitable. Bakugou is a lot of things, but if there’s anything he’s learned is that there are people who have skills you don’t possess. He makes it a point now to recognize other people’s earnest greatness and he considers you a genius in your line of work. He’s not heavy handed about the praise but you hear through the grapevine, how he talks about your headquarters with a little puff in his chest.

To put it very, very simply - you and Bakugou are close friends. He’s married to his job, you both are - so it works out. You work on similar schedules and don’t mind each other's company. There’s a mutual understanding that doesn’t compare to anyone else and after years and years of being around each other, it’s only inevitable. Best friend is a weird word. It’s a little more than that.

Neither of you are willing to admit it, but you’re not stupid and neither is he. It’s just one of those things you work around. When he falls asleep at your place, you just cover him with a blanket and sleep in the other room. When he calls you late to talk about work, you listen and yawn. You’re both busy and ambitious people, and truthfully - you’re not sure what Bakugou is even interested in. In the years of his company, you can count maybe two dates he’d been on.Unsuccessfully, of course. He’s mentioned a few hook-ups, same as you. But the conversation about sex or dating just never really comes up.

You don’t mind it. You’re not really in any rush. The kind of friendship you have with Bakugou is one in a million - not worth giving it up for anything. It sounds corny but there’s a sincere part of you that believes you were destined to meet the bastard. He’s loud, annoying, and brash - but he understands you in a way no one else does. It’s mutual, and you’ve never said ‘I love you’ to each other. But you don’t have to, because you both know you do. When he texts you late at night asking if you need a chaperone, you know. You can feel it in everything he does, and you think that’s so like him.

There really isn’t a lot you can say about him that hasn’t already been said. When people ask you, you don’t think about it. It just kinda comes out of you.

“He’s loud and abrasive and the best hero around. I’m lucky to know him.” and Bakugou normally rolls his eyes and calls you lame. You always insist you mean it, and he always replies with his quietest “I know.”

And Bakugou hardly says much about the people he cares for. He’s private like that. He only speaks out for people when they really need it, which always means his words are at least two or three times more impactful. He never has a lengthy reply when interviews ask him of you. Something about how you’re the best costume engineer he could ask for.

When you ask him, personally, the answer is a little different. He gets almost shy when he scoffs, and looks away. And you know he never says anything he doesn’t mean.

“I trust you with my fucking life, idiot.”

There’s not a lot to be said about the two of you, but that much is true. There’s probably not a single person on Earth that Bakugou puts his trust in like he puts it into you.

Being this close with Bakugou means being a plus-one to all of his hero events even when you don’t want to be.

You have no grudges against Class-1A, but you’ve been to so many of their re-unions by now, it’s almost exhausting. You’re close friends with a lot of them, not best friend close - but close enough to hang out and drink at their house without feeling weird. You’ve been to birthdays, agency openings, holiday parties - Bakugou essentially always has you as his plus-one. You always attend despite your initial protests. Mostly because it means Bakugou will owe you a favor.

Nevermind all the favors you had in the backlog. You’re hoping you’ll gather enough and then one day just cashout but you have no plans on informing him.

Today’s event is Kirishima Eijirou’s housewarming kickback. It’s small, less than 40 people and quite literally just Class-1a and a couple of the heroes from Class-1B. It’s been a laidback night over all. You get there with Bakugou at around 7pm with a houseplant from him and a bottle of champagne from you - and then you immediately go to the kitchen to look for food. Bakugou followed you promptly.

You’d think since these were mostly his friends, you’d be the one following him around but that’s hardly the case. Normally, you’re the one to greet everyone and chit-chat - begrudgingly dragging Bakugou into conversations. Wherever you go, he goes - no matter how much you shoo him. Jirou lovingly refers to him as “your own dark shadow” everytime you see her and it never fails to make you laugh. She’s right and tonight’s no different. He clings to you a little in every space you're in, and eventually the two of you make it to the backyard.

Kirishima drunkenly shows you around, and as Bakugou follows. You like seeing the two of them bicker. It’s a one-sided ordeal, with Bakugou on the offensive and Kirishima on the clueless defensive, easily deflecting his comments. It never fails to make you smile. Kirishima also insists on giving you a long story about his grill, to which you listen and carefully.

The night goes well after that. You manage to talk to everyone in short bits and pieces and so does Bakugou. The two of you are a pair, but it’s weird to think about it that way. You don’t get a chance to dwell, too caught up in the conversation. A warm night in July, all fireflies and the smell of grass and summer and smoke. Kirishima's place is a little farther from the city - so the stars are especially beautiful. You find it all to be pretty blissful.

The night drags, and after about 4 hours - only the core few remain. It’s you, Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Mina, Midoriya, and Todoroki - all together in a circle. The beer cooler sits evenly in the middle as everyone engages in conversation together. Everyone’s tipsy but not inebriated.

You’re not sure how it happens, but the conversation has easily divulged into dating and sex. You’re not opposed and neither is Bakugou. You can only really read disinterest on his face, which entertains you. In the back of your mind, you wonder sincerely how close all of these people must be to talk so candidly about stuff like this. You kind of appreciate it.

Your beer is still cold as you nurse it between your thighs, leaning back and watching flames flicker. You only chime in to laugh or make a quick joke and so does Bakugou. You rest your head on his shoulder and miss the look that everyone seems to shoot at the two of you.

“Wait, wait - guys, can I ask something?” Denki chimes in. You sit up a little and look at him. Sero laughs.

“It kinda defeats the purpose if you ask if you can ask something. Just ask.”

Kirishima groans.

“I’m already confused.”

From the sidelines, you hear Midoriya let out a quiet giggle. You laugh at that before Denki takes one big gulp from his seltzer and gives his biggest grin.

“Since we’re on the subject of like.. who’s done what, have any of you been pegged?”

There’s a brief moment of silence before Sero breaks out into laughter. Todoroki has a dopey smile on his face and Midoriya blushes. Mina looks deep in thought.

“I don’t think someone using a strap on me counts, but I’ve definitely pegged someone before.” Mina chimes in. Kirishima chuckles at that.

“Not surprised.”

Mina nudges him before Denki redirects the question back to the other heroes in the conversation.

“Isn’t this a question we should be asking you, Sparky?” Sero comments, smug. Denki rolls his eyes, pouting a little.

“All of you know the answer is yes.”

Bakugou snorts a laugh at how true that is and you nudge him, rolling your eyes.

“C’mon, you guys can’t be that boring. None of you?”

“I have a few times.” Todoroki confesses easily. Everyone in the group turns to stare at him in shock but he’s unfazed, he simply takes another sip of his beer.

“...Honestly, that tracks.” Mina comments, laughing. Everyone else nods sagely in agreement and Todoroki blushes a little.

“I’ve never been. Definitely thought about it, though.” Deku says after some time. Denki nods.

“It’s fun when the person knows what they’re doing.”

Kirishima takes a drink and then hums to agree.

“When I was a rookie, this girl I liked was down for it. It was a pretty good time.” Kirishima reminisces.

Sero thinks about it for a minute before shaking his head.

“I don’t know man. I’ve never really thought about it but letting a chick have control over me like that would probably get my rocks off. I’m not mad at the idea.”

Everyone nods at the hero’s respectable answer before their eyes zero in on Bakugou. You can’t control your laughter.

“Alright, Bakugou - it's your turn. You been pegged before?.”

“No, fuck off.”

Kirishima laughs good-naturedly.

“Aw c’mon, don’t be a buzzkill Bakubro. At least tell us if you’re down for it.”

“Absolutely not doing that shit. Eat a dick.”

Denki frowns but is unaffected by Bakugou’s unwillingness. He shifts his question to you. You yawn tiredly as you sit up and lean forward a little.

“Well what about you? You ever peg anyone before?”

You’re a little tired, defenses lowered. You normally don’t give anyone any detail about your sex life. You don’t think twice when you answer with a warm laugh.

“Yeah, all the time.”

You’re really not expecting anyone to take interest in your reply but the whole group goes almost deadly silent. Mostly at the confidence in your voice, you freeze and sober up. Kirishima is up first, an almost predatory grin on his face.

“...All the time?”

Mina gasps.

“Are you like.. a dom?”

You scrunch your expression up and laugh again.

“I’m a switch, yeah. I dom a lot, though. Why is everyone looking at me like that?”

Midoriya pipes up this time.

“You hardly tell us about your dating or sex life, so it’s a bit of a surprise.” he explains. You drink a little and lean back.

“I didn’t think it was that interesting.” you admit. Denki looks almost giddy.

“You pegging people is very interesting.” Sero adds. You glare at him.

“I don’t think it’s that taboo, but I guess I was wrong. I don’t think about it.”

Mina looks at you starry-eyed.

“I need details like.. yesterday.”

You give her a confused look.

“What details?” you ask, laughing. Denki chimes in almost immediately.

“Well for starters, how did you discover that you were into it? And also, how confident are you that you could mention it so casually?” he questions, giggly. You give him a look, leaning your weight to one side.

“I dated a guy when I was 19 who was into it, but I always knew I was a switch. It’s been a while since I’ve been laid but uh.. I do it pretty frequently. I dunno, I just enjoy it. I’ve done it a handful of times so I’m pretty confident about it.”

Midoriya looks deep in thought before looking at you.

“...Where do you just find people to peg?”

You almost choke on your drink with laughter.

“Well for starters, I’m not a hero - so I don’t have to worry about like.. my public image. Normally just on like.. fetish dating websites or whatever. It’s pretty straightforward.”

Kirishima gives you a look.

“I would let you peg me.” he says after a long, long bout of silence. Everyone hums in agreement as you burst out into laughter.

“Shut the fuck up.” you snort, laughing lightheartedly.

The conversation eventually gets derailed again, and you go back to settle in your chair.

You don’t miss the way Bakugou seems stiff for the rest of the night.

If there’s one thing that Bakugou is not good at, it’s keeping his feelings to himself.

He’s been weird ever since the pegging conversation. Oddly silent and not in the comfortable way you’re used to. He insisted on walking you home since it was so late and your place was a few blocks off - but he’s been awkwardly trailing behind you the entire time. After an extended period of annoyance, you turn around on your heel to face him

He jumps back a little, scowling. You place your hand on your hip and stare at him with hardened brows.

“Alright. Out with it, Bakugou. If you don’t stop being weird, I’m gonna have a fit - swear to god. Spit it out.”

Bakugou crosses his arms over his chest and huffs. But he doesn’t face you, doesn’t even really bother looking at your face as he grits his teeth. Jaw feathered, he has that weird expression on his face that he gets when he’s deep in thought.

“It’s nothing.” he insists. You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

There’s no good way for this conversation to end, you realize this right away. Bakugou is a weird guy, but he’s also an obvious one. Rationally, he shouldn’t be upset by the conversation. It’s either jealousy of some sort or something beyond fathoming. Either way, things don’t look good.

“It clearly is something. Listen, if you wanna cool down for a couple of days - fine, but don’t be like this.”

“Stop putting fuckin’ words in my mouth!”

You sigh, frustrated.

“Bakugou, for fucksake - you’ve been like this all night. I’m not asking you for much, just give me an inch here. Are you uncomfortable with what I get up to?”

He shakes his head, glaring at you with a hardened brow.

“You know I don’t give a shit about that.” he insists. You groan.

“Then what is it? You gonna confess you want me to peg you or something?”

You really don’t mean anything by it. You don’t. But you see it real time, the little look on Bakugou's face that sends you on a spiral. It’s cold and damp and dark out. Not a soul outside, just you and Bakugou - the moon and street lights. Despite his attempts, you catch it. The shocked raise of brows and gulp of air like you’ve pinned it down perfectly. You stare at him.

“Bakugou.”

He doesn’t turn his head, doesn’t even look at you as he takes his lower lip between his teeth.

“Katsuki. Hey, look at me. I’m not gonna ― I’m not here to judge you, alright? Just.. is that what this is about?”

“Fuck.. fuck - maybe it is. What does that -”

“Hey, what’d I just say?”

He stumbles at that, and gets quiet. You have this ability, this spell on him that tends to soothe any of these aching pains he has. Even with his teeth grit and his mind messy, he knows you won’t judge him. He trusts you, he does - wouldn’t even let himself throw a tantrum if he didn’t. You pause, briefly, and look at him.

“..So, you’re interested in pegging? Like me pegging you, specifically?”

He runs a hand over his face, so embarrassed he wishes the ground would swallow him whole.

“......Yeah.”

You take in a sharp inhale of breath. He would just drop some information like that on you, wouldn’t he? It’s so like him. You close your eyes and try to recompose yourself.

“Okay. Alright. Do you.. know what you’re asking me here?”

He glares at you like he’s about to snap.

“Of fucking course ― do you know how embarassing this is, you dipshit?”

“I know - but this isn’t just a thing you ask someone. We have to sit down and talk about it and set rules and boundaries. This isn’t something I’m gonna half-ass, so I’m asking you. Are you absolutely sure you know what you’re getting into?”

His stomach flutters a little at the sound of you saying you won’t half-ass it.

He thinks about what you’ve said for a few minutes. Bottom lip tucked between his teeth, he looks around a little while deep in thought. You watch him as he tilts his head back, taking a sharp inhale - before he look right back at you.

“Yeah.. yeah. I’m sure.”

You take a deep breath, a ragged inhale. You give Bakugou a once over before rubbing your face with your palms.

“Alright. Okay then.”

Like all matters Bakugou Katsuki, getting him to talk about the thing he so casually mentioned to you the other week hadn’t been easy.

You expected this. Hardly anything in the world with Bakugou is easy, but something like this? There was never a chance it would work out easily. Bakugou is the type to drop something like this on you and then essentially avoid you for as long as humanly possible. Unluckily for him, you work together - so you’ve spent the last few weeks hounding him about the situation.

“Do you still want this?”

“Are you sure?”

“You can back out.”

“We have to talk about it.”

The list goes on and on. Bakugou answers every single one of your questions begrudgingly, because of course he does. Yes, he still wants it. Yes, he’s sure. He knows he can back out, he trusts you. The only question he avoids a lot is the talking about it part. You think part of it is because if you talk about it - it’s real. Really, real. When it’s real, he has to look it in its face.

He knows you won’t push him to talk about his reasoning, but you can’t help but be curious. Sex is one thing but asking your best friend to peg you isn’t something you do without thinking about it. Certainly not if you’re Bakugou.

The weird part is acknowledging the heated attraction you have for Bakugou. You have to talk about it, in full. The implication is that you’re going to have sex and you know what he’s said, that he wants this. But the question remains, does he want you?

You don’t find yourself unattractive, but the idea of Bakugou.. desiring you does something bad to your heart and mind. It’s part of why you want to talk about it. Why you need to talk about it. He tells you that he’d rather do it the day of, and you think it’s because otherwise it gets too scary. When it’s just words and no one there to ground you it gets scary. You get it, so you agree.

The day finally comes. It’s a Saturday evening and Bakugou is sitting across from you while you slide him a warm tea. He just got out of the shower and is sitting, a little damp and hair dripping while he blows on the edge of a lavender mug. You stare at him, trying to read his face but ultimately coming up short.

“So,” you start, carefully, “you want me to peg you.”

Bakugou chokes on his drink, before glaring at you. He rolls his eyes, bare elbows hitting your table as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“No, I’m here to fucking steal your cats.” he replies sarcastically. Your brow furrows.

“Cut me some slack, Katsuki. You told me three weeks ago you wanted me to peg you, and then we just.. didn’t talk about it.”― you shift a little, uncomfortable ― “And like, shit - I don’t mean to be insecure but I’m kinda confused about it, alright?”

He softens, just a little. It’s not obvious, but he does.

“What are you confused about, dipshit?”

You sigh and look into your cup of tea.

“Do you..is this just a convenience thing for you? Like.. do you.. does it matter if it’s me doing this? If you just want some relief, isn’t there -”

He cuts you off with a snarl, like he’s offended by what you’ve just said. It makes something uncomfortable stir in your gut. The way his carmine eyes stare you down.

“What, you think I just go around wantin’ to fuck randoms? You think I can’t get my dick wet whenever I want to - even with some shit like this?” he grits.

Your eyes go wide at the implication. That’s not what you think, but it’s a good point. A really good point that even if Bakugou wanted, he could probably find plenty of ways to relieve himself, if that’s all there was. The realization shakes you to your core. Knocked flat on your ass, your hands tremble a little.

You’re still, silent. Bakugou sighs, and flushes.

“...I want it to be you, idiot. If I just needed to get my fuckin’ rocks off, I’d do that.”

You’re almost giddy with realization. It’s overwhelming.

“So.. you want to have sex with me. Okay. I want to have sex with you too.”

You say it too easily and Bakugou grits his teeth. His neck and chest flush red.

“Idiot.”

You smile a little. He’s still himself. He’s cute. God, he really is so cute.

“What are your like.. do’s and don'ts? What do you want to do?”

He thinks on it for a little while before replying.

“Anything where I can’t speak or see is off-limits. At least this time. That shit kinda freaks me out. Other than that, I don’t got a fuckin’ clue.” Bakugou says, sagely. You’re taken aback that he has a reply at all, so you nod.

“Got it. Is this your first time bottoming?”

He nods his head yes.

“I’ve had a thumb up there but not a lot else.”

You absorb this information before proceeding.

“Okay. Is this your first time subbing?”

He nods his head yes. Your eyes go wide.

“Shit, really?”

“Most people don’t really want to rail a pro-hero. It’s normally the opposite way around, stupid.”

You think about what he says, taking a sip of your tea.

“I guess that makes sense. But you’ve been a dom before, right?”

He confirms this to you with another nod.

“Okay. Alright. We’ll use the stoplight system for your safe-words then, yeah? You can call me a title if you really want, but I like just my name. How far do you wanna go?”

He shakes his head after taking a long gulp sitting up.

“Stop asking about me. Tell me what you wanna do, dumbass. This shit goes both ways, doesn’t it?”

You smile a little at the sincerity. Leaning back in your chair, you give him a once over before looking at him sheepishly.

“Honestly. I just wanna fuck you dumb,” you confess, wincing at the way he spits out his tea in shock. “Like.. I mean like.. I dunno, I wanna make you feel good. I wanna go all the way with it but that’s kinda intimate. I don’t know if you’re okay with that.”

He goes silent for a minute.

“I’m.. fuckin’.. I’m fine with that - alright? That’s..”

You don’t make him answer, instead reaching over and putting a hand over his. He flinches at the contact but doesn’t pull away which is assuring.

“I trust you with whatever shit you wanna do, so don’t be fuckin’ weird ―alright?”

You laugh gently at that, but nod.

“Okay, got it. Is there anything you wanna do?”

He flushes, covering his face with his hands.

“I wanna.. return the favor.”

It comes out a little muffle, so your brows scrunch up. He groans exasperatedly at your confusion. He’s too embarrassed to say it again so he has to steel his resolve a little. He sighs.

“I wanna return to favor alright? Not by fucking you or whatever, but I wanna make you feel good at least.”

“D’ya wanna eat me out or something?”

His eyes go wide and his face flustered. You laugh.

“I don’t mind. I just want today to mostly be about you. You can return the favor another time.”

Bakugou’s shock is present when you so casually mention another time. But the both of you know better that whatever happens now is a permanent change in the course of your friendship. It’s not bad, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a little nerve-wracking. You notice but you don’t seem fazed. This song and dance can only continue so long. Instead he nods, and takes a deep breath.

“Yeah. Okay.”

The one thing about Bakugou you never get over is that he’s alarmingly pretty.

Exceptionally pretty. When you get a chance to really look at him, which is hardly ever - all things considered, you get hit with it full on. He’s fucking beautiful. Like a model, like a movie star. He’s the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen in your life.

You’re not trying to weird him out when you eventually crawl on top of him. You watch as he gets comfortable, falling back in the middle of your mattress. He’s still clothed, a tight shirt and sweatpants. His hair is all dry now, and his eyes have gone wide.

And you’re right on top of him. Your legs rest between his spread ones, arms on either side of him as you hover over him briefly. You’ve been close to Bakugou in your life before, but never this close. Never close enough to look at him like this. You can see every detail in his face. Unblemished skin, scars on his cheek, the flat bridge of his nose and the strength in his brow-bone. His eyes are soft - half-crescent moons.

He’s fucking beautiful. Not like anything ever seen before and your breath gets caught in your throat when you look at him.

“What the hell are you lookin at?” he snips, flustered. You let your hands settle on his waist, travelling underneath his shirt. Pressing your palms flat against his skin, you shake your head.

“Starin’ at you.” you muse. Your voice goes low, gets thick in the way it does when you get in this headspace. Bakugou hears it right away, shuddering

“You’re so pretty, Katsuki.” you tell him, praise him. Something in his heart goes haywire when he listens. Your palms pressed to his body and the timbre of your voice makes him reel. Keen. You let your lips brush against his.

He takes care of himself, even his mouth soft as you press against it. Bakugou lets out a sigh when you do it finally. Your lips are warm and soft, and you taste like tea. His heart is racing already. Too much tension, years of aching need and yearning pouring out of him like an open wound. He tries, desperately, to remind himself that it is just a kiss. Nothing more and nothing less.

But then you kiss him a little deeper. His lower lip slots against your top one and you switch - fall into the easy back and forth and Bakugou is entranced. He’s kissed enough people to know you’re good at it, maybe too good at it. Your hands roam freely against his pale skin and you kiss him over and over. He tries to get used to it, to be on pace with you - but he can’t shake the feeling of your mouth. It’s so hot and so heavy - and he feels so needy. He can’t fall apart so early.

But there’s something about the way you touch him. There’s an ease to it, but beneath it - something wanton and hot is there. Something stifling and heavy that makes Bakugou feel.. odd. It’s something about being wanted that’s making him like this. And it’s you, and he hardly keeps up with you ever. He can't keep up with the tongue in his mouth, the way you suck on his. It lets out a soft, slick noise. He kisses you until his lips are a little puffy - pink and slightly swollen from how you suck on them.

When he draws back, he’s a mess. A little string of saliva draws between the two of you. You pull back and tug Bakugou’s shirt up off of his torso. He hears it get tossed somewhere in the room as you slowly trail kisses starting from the corner of his mouth down to the edge of his jaw.

You mean what you said earlier, that this is about him. This much is obvious. It’s nerve-wracking, and embarrassing - but he can’t get you to stop. He doesn’t even know how to start to ask you to stop.

“Nnggh, fuck - fuck, how are you so ―?”

Your mouth licks up his neck, and you kiss the shell of his ear down to his earlobe. Bakugou lets out an almost dejected sound. Your mouth drags along his jawline.

“So what, baby? Don’t hold out on me.” You tease, amused. He grits his teeth, almost frustrated with how horny he is. Bakugou is hardly easy, never goes down without a fight.

But this.. doesn’t feel like a fight. It’s too one-sided. It’s a takedown, and Bakugou can’t help but feel like he’s losing. Your lips brush against his throat, on his pulse. He shudders almost violently at the way your tongue drags over the skin.

“So fuckin’ annoying, you’re so ―”

He doesn’t get a chance to insult you again.

“Can I give you a hickey?”

He swallows something. He should definitely say no. He has to patrol tomorrow and his costume leaves hardly anything for imagination.

“Do what you want.” he tells you, which emphatically - is not a no. You laugh lightly and the sound is so nice. It’s so pleasant and he can feel it, the vibration under his skin. His mind feels melty, and before he knows it - you’re giving him a hickey. A few really, scattered on his neck. Your teeth graze the skin light as you bite and latch onto it.

With your mouth busied, your hands find exceptional interest in Bakugou’s body. They’re a little more calloused than your average normie, years of sewing and stitching wounds leaving them textured. It feels good, the roughness is welcome and oddly pleasant. His voice gets caught when you reach up to his tits and give the flesh a good squeeze before kneading them in your palms. Bakugou knows that this is not something people with his body normally do.

He doesn’t have boobs for fucksake, he has pecs. He feels the greed in your palms as you squeeze the soft flesh. You trace circles around the puffy pink of his nipple with your thumb before brushing it. He gasps. It’s the first time in his life someone ever touched him like that before, but especially somewhere so innocuous.

You detach from his throat, leaning back to stare at his chest. He watches as you grope and fondle them recklessly - eyes starry as you make little jolts of electricity shoot through him. His cock twitches, hard against his sweats and making a noticeable tent.

“They’re bigger.” you comment absently. Bakugou’s half-way out of his mind but he catches what you’ve said. You give them another soft squeeze.

“Your tits,”

“Don’t fucking call them that -”

“They’re bigger. At least a little, an inch or so maybe.”

He takes in a sharp breath as you go down even further. You place soft, open mouthed kisses on his collarbones and shoulders. When you’re face to face with the strong muscles of his chest, you inhale. He can almost feel how giddy you are, forced to watch with a flushed expression as you press them together and peer at the cleavage.

“How the hell do you even know that?”

“I design your costume. I get paid to know how big your- tits are.”

“Stop calling them that or I’m fuckin’ killing you.”

You’re unfazed by the sentiment, going silent briefly. He watches as you open your mouth and take his nipple against your tongue. He groans, shudders - a violent wave of pleasure crashing through him as you suck so eagerly on one. Your free hand makes you busy.

“But they are tits, y'know? Pretty and big and soft. I like ‘em.” you comment amused. Bakugou tells you to fuck off, or he wants too - but the thought is warbled. He’s so fucking unbelivably horny and you haven’t even gotten to the actual part. All you’ve done is touch him, and poke and prod.

But it doesn’t stop Bakugou from being hard out of his mind. Desperate to get to the good part no matter how much you seem to utterly refuse. You promised to take your time and you’re doing as much. Every word, noise, or gasp from his mouth makes your clit feel like fucking steel. It throbs everytime the blonde so much as breathes.

You don’t think you could fathom it being this good. Something about seeing loud, brash, abrasive Bakugou fall apart underneath you makes you feel fucking crazy. The arch in his spine, the pinkness in his skin, the fucking need. You’re so wet, you think even the slight friction from the harness on your clit will send you to fucking space.

You two can hardly wrap your heads around how much you need each other. It's desire, but a different animal than the desire you’ve felt before. A mutual want to break and be broken. An agreement to have at each other after too many years of unresolved tension.

If you were going to fuck Bakugou, you were going to do it right. You were going to drag it all out slowly. You’re doing as much, and he’s taking it as best he can. But you like seeing him grapple with it. He bites his lip with frustration and shudders each time you suck his nipples into your mouth. He’s not supposed to want it but it feels so damn good, so stupidly good.

You pull away and blow cool air onto them, watching with a smile as they go stiff. You flick them lightly as he curses at you.

“Cute. They’re so pink.”

“Don’t call me that!” he snaps. You tsk at him.

“C’mon. We’re about to get to the important part. Be a good boy, Katsuki.”

You say it partly in jest but you feel the way Bakugou freezes. You can hear the suppressed moan, only confirmed by how his hand slaps over his mouth in a mix of shock and shame. Your grin is almost predatory.

“What's your color?”

He lets out a shaky breath.

“Fuckin’ green.”

You sit up on top of him. You let your fingers trace the skin on his abdomen, ridges of his abs where his body is clenched. Your whole demeanor shifts as you touch him delicately.

“Ooh, is that it? Does my Katsuki wanna be a good boy? Are you my good boy?”

Bakugou doesn’t know how it happens, but he groans. The words tip him over some imaginary cliff side he didn’t even know he was on. Every thought or action or word is replaced with a shiver. A full-body reaction overwhelms each of his senses and his eyes roll back a little.

“Fuck, fuck - wait. I can’t.”

You’re merciless anyways. An adoring smile graces your mouth.

“You like being good. The best boy, yeah? So pretty.”

Another whine escapes him, this time a little pitchier and more embarrassing. Bakugou’s eyes roll into the back of his head. You think it makes sense that he has a praise kink, the way Bakugou acts.

“F-fuck” is all he can get out and it comes out so brokenly. Like glass, it's fragile and needy. You cup it in your palms, cherish it.

“That’s right, isn’t it? Katuski’s my good boy isn’t he? My best boy?”

“Holy fuck.” he moans again, as you rock so slightly against his cock when you praise him. His whole body feels feverish when you say it. He wants to hear you say it again.

“You’re so cute. So pretty, too. You like bein’ my pretty boy, huh?”

He doesn’t reply. He can’t reply. The words are too much, your voice is too much. His head swims with the praise and more suddenly than before, he realizes his position. What he’s doing. When his head stops working correctly and his pride seems to dissolve like cotton candy into water - nothing left but sweet water. Bakugou feels how deep he’s fallen. It’s startling.

But, he doesn’t want you to stop. Instead, he whimpers - a desperate noise.

“Fuck, please.” he groans, need. You stare at him lovingly, your hands smoothing across his skin until they squeeze the base of his neck. A light touch, not meant to choke him but to ease him.

“Please what, Katsuki? Want me to keep praising you? You like when I tell you you’re my good boy?”

He chokes, and debates it in his head. Is this a good idea? Is he willing to go this far?

The answer is an astounding yes. So he groans, and nods his head.

“Fuck, yes. Please.”

You lean forward with a good-natured laugh, and you press your lips to his soft ones. You kiss him a few times, delighted by the way he relaxes into you. Your hands cup his face as you pepper pecks across his cheeks, forehead and nose. His face scrunches up, too intimate - but you show no signs of stopping.

“Anything for you, Katsuki.”

His heart does a somersault at the words, your sincerity. But before he can, he watches you dismount and stand on your feet. You give him a once-over before clicking your teeth together, searching through the drawer.

“Take your pants off, baby.”

He rolls his eyes a little, but he does. Just the pants as it would be, he tucks his stiff cock against the waistband of his boxers as he slides the material off of his legs. In the meantime, you dig through your drawers. You pick out a sweet-smelling strawberry lube, and pick a strap of medium size. You’d take your time in prepping him, but you want him to feel it. You want to go all the way.

In a last ditch effort to make sure he’s not in too much pain, you grab a plug too. It’s pink at the end, heart-shaped and red. You snicker under your breath but grab it anyway.

With that, you crawl back onto the bed. The mattress creaks and shifts under the weight of your body as you get back between Bakugou’s legs. His feet are flat on the bed, knees bent up but laying on his stomach with his boxers still on.

You hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. Bakugou gapes at the ease that you manhandle at least his lower body, not bothering to ask as you slide the material off his thick thighs and the curve of his ass. His legs go up and you take them off, tossing them somewhere before positioning him flat onto the bed.

“Why am I so fuckin’ naked and you’re not?”

You laugh at his irritation

“You want me to get naked?”

“Obviously, dipshit.”

You think on it for a minute, shrugging. Without much thought, you slide your sweater off your torso and take your shorts off your legs. Bakugou gasps when he sees you, but he doesn’t mean to. The way his eyes glaze over you leaves you flush. It’s unexpected, almost makes you shy.

“Like what you see?” you tease. He blinks, briefly. He nods.

“Yeah.. shit, yeah. You’re.. fuck. I wanna touch you.” he admits. You look at him surprised, another wave of heat moving through you so slowly. But you get it, and you want it too. You want him as many times as he’ll let you have him, but for now - you just want to take.

Your hand goes onto his thigh, thumb rubbing circles into it lightly.

“Later, I promise. Just about you today, okay?”

He nods, closing his eyes.

“Yeah.. okay.”

You lay on your stomach, between his legs. You massage his thighs with your palms before you spread his legs out.

The first thing you think is that Bakugou Katsuki is cute everywhere. It feels a little inappropriate of a thing to think - face to face with his ass. But you think it anyways, his dick is nice and pretty too. It’s not small by any means, the same size as your strap. It’s thick though, the size of your forearm and raging red at the very tip. Too heavy to stand straight up, it bobs against his belly. There’s a little pre-cum but not much - at least not for now.

Bakugou’s chest heaves as he watches you through a lidded gaze. You’re so pretty it’s sickening. He’s not sure what he’s expecting you to do, but it’s not kissing him. He’s not expecting you to kiss the muscles in his thighs, over his pelvis. He watches you as you close your own eyes, sucking the soft flesh and leaving little petals of red and purple all along his body. He hiccups, his cock starting to ache painfully.

“What’re ya doin’?” he slurs, a little unsure. You hum, looking up at him.

“I’m gonna finger you but you gotta be relaxed and turned on. Otherwise it’s gonna be super painful. I know you’re not used to it, but relax for me - yeah? Be good.”

Bakugou swallows a painful noise. He breathes, a large inhale of air that he releases slowly and unsteady as his hands tremble a little. He just watches - thin carmine eyes looking you over as you trace your tongue over every part of his skin effortlessly. Without so much as a warning, he feels your tongue on the underside of his cock. You take in a sharp breath, heavy and wanting as you lick all the to the tip.

You dip into his slit before closing your mouth around the head of his cock. Bakugou lets out a wounded noise. His whole body gets stiff, gasping.

“H-holy shiiiit”

You smile around him. Your tongue is expert. You dip your head down, a soft gag but you don’t stay there. After the whole thing is slick, you let your mouth go lazy around the tip. You bob softly, watching as he thrashes a bit above you. He understands you want to relax him but if you keep this up, he’s gonna cum.

“I’ll cum, I’ll -”

You pull back and he whines.

“You can cum if you want. I can make you cum again when I fuck you.”

He gapes at you - the sheer confidence in your voice makes him dizzy. Fuck.

He tries to hold back as you massage his cock with your tongue. You pull back briefly, kissing up his shaft with a warm sigh.

“I’m gonna start fingering you now. You ready?”

“Fuck, fuck, whatever.”

“What’s your color?”

“Green.”

You nod. He watches as you pull over. The strap, plug, and lube are on the other side of the bed. You grab the plastic bottle, flipping the cap open unceremoniously. You pour a little on your fingertips, warming it as you rub them together.

You use your thumb to brush against his hole.

“Do you shave or are you hairless by design?”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

You laugh at that. So it is by design. The circle of muscle is tight - which means he’s not relaxing like he needs too. You grab a little more lube, rubbing it in before shifting to your middle finger as you press against it. Your head goes down again, mouth on his cock - and Bakugou swallows a sharp moan as you take him into the heat of your mouth again.

With the distraction, you ease your middle finger inside of him so slowly. There’s nothing urgent about it, it’s slow. He is distracted enough that he can’t focus on it. But it’s still there, intrusive and tight. It’s not bad. It doesn't hurt a lot, but it’s weird. It’s weird to have something in you in such a way and for whatever reason - even just like this, Bakugou feels like he can’t breathe. Try as he might to hold it together, he can’t keep himself intact.

“Fuck, that’s weird.” he breathes. You chuckle amused, pulling off a little. You haven’t gotten super far. Only down to your middle knuckle.

“Does it hurt?” you ask, grabbing the lube to pour a little more onto his hot skin. The difference in temperature makes him reel, but he breathes. He manages to see you and it feels fucking weird but it doesn’t hurt. He shakes his head. There’s a sting, but it’s not the worst thing.

“A little, but I can take it. ‘s fine.”

You hum, kissing his cock again affectionately.

“Okay. Good boy. You’re doing good for me.”

He feels it again, your fingers. You’re trying something, but he doesn’t know what. His mouth opens.

“What are you - ?”

And then he feels it. He feels it. It’s so overwhelming, his whole body tenses and he lets out a soft groan. His eyes screw together so tight as he chest heaves. His whole body convulses at the slight brush and all the air, the words - get forced out of him. Pre-cum rolls in a little bead down his shaft. He opens his eyes and he stares at you.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Your prostate. Feel good?”

“Holy fuck, it felt fucking -”

You grin, happy at the realization.

“Really good, right?”

He just nods, unable to do anything else. You hum, inching your middle finger a little deeper. You fuck yourself in and out of him, relishing and how warm he is inside. How soft. His features are flushed, his arm over his head and breathing ragged. His whole body feels like it’s on the edge and it’s so weird - and it hurts a little, but he wants to feel that again.

“You think you can take another one?” you ask softly. He feels like he can’t speak but he forces out another yes. And he feels it, your pointer finger - at his entrance. This hurts a little more, enough that he winces. You stop right away - just the first bend inside as you pour a little more lube.

“Take a deep breath, Katsuki. In,” you instruct, listening while he follows your instruction “Out.”

When he breathes out, you ease yourself in a little bit more. Now he’s stretched out, he can tell. He’s never experienced anything like this in his entire life. He’s felt a lot of things, brutal things as it would be. It’s the nature of a pro, all kinds of odd and scarring injuries.

But this isn’t like anything. Not like anything he’s ever felt in his life. It feels fucking good, so good it’s almost scary. The feeling of just two fingers is hard enough to process, so he can’t fathom the feeling of being fucked. He doesn’t try to. Sweat beads down his forehead at the tenseness of his body. His senses are fried.

You push further and then you curl your fingers up and then you press. His cock drools onto his stomach - leaking like a fucking faucet and Bakugou’s whole spirit erupts into something unruly. Holy shit, what’s happening to him?

“Aaah, shit! Shit, shit, shit.”

You’re merciless. The way your fingers curl up against his prostate is making him lose his fucking mind. All resolve steamrolled away by your careful and nimble fingers, and the laziness of your mouth around his tip. It’s pushing him to the edge in a way he didn’t even know was possible. You spread your fingers wide as if to stretch his hole all the way open, and you do it easily. It aches, it does - but fuck, the feeling of this orgasm is indescribable. The way he can feel it build, the way the cum leaves the pretty tip of his cock. He can’t hold back and if you keep going the way you do - he’s gonna break.

“Fuck, fuck - can’t.. I can’t.”

It almost hurts when you stop. He cries out, pained from the way his orgasm starts to die down. He thrashes a little as you lean up and forward, reaching for the plug. A sob hiccups in his chest, tears blinking at his lashes.

“Why’d you fucking stop -” he grits, angry. You press a kiss to his mouth, shutting him up.

“Wanna see you cum on my cock. That’s all. Stop whinin’”

He whines again anyways, cock angry and frustrated. He’s so on edge, so needy. He’s never wanted to be fucked before but now he feels so inconceivably empty. He hiccups.

“Don’t t-tease me so much, asshole. I wanna cum, wanna -”

You laugh. You’re just as worked up as he is. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on before. Not any encounter quite like Bakugou. You’re so wet it’s running, dripping down your thighs. You take your panties off and put on the little boxer briefs. You’ve got the kind of strap that goes on inside of you, but you’re wearing the briefs to secure everything and keep it tight. Bakugou watches as you put it on and inside of you - a little breathless sigh.

“We’ll cum together, baby.” you use your hands to maneuver him. He watches with wide eyes, as your hands get under his knees and push them up. You let your hands fall on either side of his head where he’s greeted with the sight of your chest so slightly in his face. His mind feels twisted as he watches you on your knees.

“I’ll take this out and then I’ll fuck you with this,” you smack the silicone against his thigh “And we’ll cum together. Sounds nice, doesn’t it? If you’re a good boy, I’ll make you cum like that. Can you be good?”

Bakugou stutters. The sudden surge of confidence in your words makes him unable to argue. He nods, and lays back and closes his eyes. He doesn’t mean to get so needy, but you can hear it drip in his voice.

“Fuck.” he groans. He watches while you slip the plug out, watches as you slide the tip so teasingly over the spot where he needs it most. His whole body trembles.

“Answer me. Can you be a good boy for me Katsuki?”

“Hnghh, shit.” he warbles, impatient. You tsk, patting his thigh while you slick a little more lube on him and the toy before placing the lube somewhere he can't see.

“Can you?”

“I can,” he hiccups, voice gone so raw it shakes you. Eyes wide, and desperate, and pleading “I can b-be good, so fuck, please. Please, please - make me fuckin’ cum or ‘m gonna lose it.”

You give him your most audacious grin as you line yourself up. Your clit aches as you see him underneath you. You lean forward, pressing your chest together to give him a kiss. His mind goes so fucking blank, so empty as he feels it. Feels the warm silicone cock fuck against him, and stretch him open so wide. It aches. Fuck it aches so much - it feels like he’s being split in goddamn half. It’s making him crazy, and he doesn't know what to do.

There’s not enough air in his lungs to keep up with the push, the force. The heat and the tension. Everything inside of him is demarcated with need. The incessant urge to be devoured. He feels it, your strap, the way it slides so slowly inside of the tight ring of muscle. How it stretches him open, and how it burns a little no matter how slick you make it. It’s so overwhelming. It makes him teary but it’s not enough pain to make him stop

He’d be so devastated if you stopped.

He clings onto your form, arms finding purchase around your neck as you pin his knees up and push so, so slowly. You fuck into him so frustrating, slotting your lips to his as he moans and whimpers into your mouth. You take your time with it, of course - but he can feel the way he tightens down when he moves. When you thrusts, you can feel it too.

“Haah, shit. I can’t, fuck - it feels so weird.”

“Just weird?” you tease, voice soft. He doesn’t give a reply to that, just whines as your hips ease forward. He watches the concentration apparent on your expression. Your tongue pokes out your bottom lip, brows furrowed as he you fuck into him patiently. You look so fucking hot like that. The serious look on your jaw-bone, the fixation on the tightness. You’re staring hard and fuck, Bakugou loves being looked at. Loves when it’s you that looks at him.

It’s too sensual. Too much, way too much. There’s something languid about it, unmoving about the way you ease. Each inch is more and more of a reason to hold his breath and right when Bakugou starts too, you kiss the column of his throat.

“Deep breaths. Relax, baby.”

You calling him baby doesn’t do anything to help him relax, but he takes a deep breath. It’s shaky, but he manages to take it. It helps, it hurts less when he does so he slows down and takes a few more. It’s so hard to breathe, but he tries.

And he manages, maybe a little unceremoniously. He takes a deep breath and when he does, you press a kiss to the corners of his mouth and go “good boy” ― and that makes him fucking horny. He keeps doing it so you’ll keep praising him. Each time you inch a little further and Bakugou keeps his cool - you praise him so sweetly. It’s so fucking addicting, fucking god.

A few minutes pass, and then so briefly - you move. And he feels it, again - that little jolt of pleasure that’s so blinding it makes him see stars. The pleasure that he feels with his whole body, mind and soul and everything in between. The kind that makes his throat close up, something like a silent scream. He only barely manages to say it.

“Th-there, fuck, there.”

You pull back a little to look at him. You pause, and with a deep grunt - you move your hips and then you hit it. This thrust is angled differently. It feels like somethings on his windpipe, the crushing pleasure driving him up a fucking wall. You can hear it before you can understand it - the sharp whimper that leaves his mouth sounds like music to you. It’s fervent, burning. You need to hear it again, so you thrust, again.

And he means, and his arms go tight. The gravel in his voice goes so high and so fucking whiny. Pathetic and needy. So unusual for someone so composed.

It makes something hot burn in your chest. You thrust again, this time with purpose.

“Yeah? Right there?” you grin, teeth bared almost animal. Bakugou looks at your face and flushes a little.

And you fuck him like that, let your cock rut against his prostate over and over as he goes frantic.

“Don’t be a - hngh shit!”

It hurts, except for when it doesn’t. When it doesn’t, it feels so fucking good and now all it does is feel so fucking good. These flashes of heat that run through his whole body, starting at his scalp. He’s gonna draw blood with how hard he presses. He can’t get over how intrusive it feels. But somehow, that’s the part that’s good. The constant intrusion, the slide, the pounding against his prostate. It all feels damn good.

He can feel it all inside. All of it. It’s so deep - so stupidly, and frustratingly extensive and it feels fucking unreal. He’s been spread and split and how he’s filled so deep. Too fucking much.

Nothing makes sense anymore. Everything inside of him, in his head - is falling apart and you’re no help. You press your forehead to his with this breathless laugh and catch his mouth in a kiss.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” you breathe, annoyingly earnest “You take it so fucking well. You look so good taking it, right now. Do you have any fucking idea how bad you turn me on?”

He groans. He can’t. He really, really can’t. He feels frozen, under the microscope of your want. Lust and desire and tension - everything in his world, what he once knew, is crumbling and it’s happening fast.

“Shut the fuck up, fuck.” he grits as you fuck him. The room fills with the lewd sound as you set a pace. It’s more of a rock than a fuck, but that’s on purpose. You’re taking him through it still, and this rocking motion is the best for both of you. Even then, it’s a lot. All he can hear is the sound of him getting fucked up, and the way you curse under your breath.

“Fuck, Katsuki.”

For a reason he can’t name, that sends him over the metaphorical edge. Everything is spinning as soon as his name tumbles out of your mouth and he wants it too. He wants to return the favor more than he wants anything. Right now, you’re the only thing in his head.

His orgasm is inevitable. It feels like it’ll run him to the ground, and you both know that. You let him relish in the pleasure of this first. You need him to know you like it, need him to know how good it feels to let go. That’s a big part of this.

But it’s all too primal by now. And you can’t hold yourself back from him any longer. When you reach your hand down between the two of you to stroke his cock, you know exactly what you’re doing. It’s covered in pre-cum and you wrap around the base - and you give it a hard and heavy troke.

Bakugou cries out. The impossible happens and it feels so much more intense and all at once. You match the pace of your fist with how deeply you fuck him. It’s undeniable. He’s going to cum and he’s going to cum so hard he’s almost terrified. You keep going anyway. When he tries to tell you what’s happening - you press your lips against his mouth and swallow the noises. You need him to cum so bad.

“Katsuki, be a good boy. Cum for me, fuck - need you to cum for me.”

There it is again, his name from your mouth. A few more seconds pass and something almost prophetic in nature overcomes him. He’s cumming - with his whole body, with his everything. The kind of orgasm that feels like he’s starting to collapse, a blackhole of pleasure. It runs so hot inside of him, cock being fucking milked as he cums. He starts and then he can’t stop, he can’t stop cumming. His toes curl and his body seizes and he’s making a fucking mess as he spurts hot thick ropes of cum into your hands. It’s too damn much, and he’s thrashing underneath you as you fuck him through it.

“Oh my fucking god. Holy fuck, holy fuck - nggh, shit!”

You’re so turned on it’s stupid. It’s almost impractical to feel like this. The friction you get from the toy is good but what’s really doing it for you is Bakugou. The way he looks, sounds, feels. You can’t grapple with it, all you can do is make sure your eyes don’t close. You wish you could burn the visuals into your brain, almost pained you can’t.

You let Bakugou ride his high out for however long he needs. He’s clearly run ragged by the time he’s finished. He’s limp against your sheets, cock gone soft as you give him a few final strokes that make him twitch. You don’t pull out yet, instead undoing your sticky hand from his shaft as you watch him try and catch his breath.

“Should I pull out?”

He groans.

“Don’t fucking ask me that, dipshit.”

“That doesn’t help.”

You press a few kisses against his jaw. It’s so undeniably loving. Bakugous is really in position now, to deny his feelings. No one gets fucked like that and likes it that much unless they’re goddamn head-over-heels.

But he’s too tired to fight it. He’s gonna make you cum at least once before tonight is over. He just needs a breather and the soft sounding of your breathing and warm mouth on his jaw are nice.

You pull out. There’s a soft shlick noise that comes after, that makes him wince. Painfully aware of what just occurred, but it doesn’t bother him like he thought it would. He feels a little empty. It makes him sigh, but it’s not unpleasant. The comedown is exhausting. He’s fucking tired.

But you’re still there, on top of him. When he opens his eyes groggily, you’re kissing the tip of his nose. His defences are lowered. He can’t fight you, so he doesn’t try. There’s beauty in how he lets it happen.

“You okay? Color?”

He’s so tired. Worn out. Emotionally and physically.

He doesn’t fight it, this tenderness. And it’s you - so he doesn’t have too either. He softens a little.

“Green.‘m fine. I still wanna make you cum.” he says through a yawn. You laugh at that.

“After all that?”

“Yes,” he snips, more playful than mean “I was fuckin’ raised right.”

You snort a laugh at that.

“You’re too feisty for someone who just got pegged.” you muse. He rolls his eyes.

“You still wanna be a good boy for me? Wanna make me cum?” you tease, kissing him on the mouth softly.

He groans a little, not upset but wanting. Fuck, the effect you have on him is unmatched. He shudders.

“Fuck, yeah.. yeah.”

You kiss him again and then you switch positions. You lay on your back and let Bakugou shift. He winces, a little sore - but manages to get on his stomach. He watches as you melt into the sheets - and watches as you take your briefs off. The other end of the toy slips out of you with a shudder and you toss it somewhere on the sheets. The air is thick still, heavy with a sleepy kind of lust.

You spread your legs out in front of him and he groans. He’s gonna get hard again if he doesn’t stop looking but your pussy is just so pretty. It’s soft and slick, dripping wet with some hair at the apex. It’s well-kept. He could look at it for hours.

“Shit.” he grits. You smile at him, reaching your hand down to stroke his face. You scratch under his chin with your middle and pointer finger before smoothing his hair back.

“Like what you see?”

“Fuck yeah. I feel like I could make you cum ten times and it still wouldn’t be enough.” he confesses. You laugh a little at that.

“I’m so worked up from fucking you, I don’t think I can go that many times. Just wanna see you between my legs. My good boy.”

He frowns.

“Stop fuckin’ -”

“Aw don’t get bratty on me again, baby. You can be my good boy. I like it.”

He deflates at that.

“Be good for me and make me cum. Wanna cum on your face, pretty boy.”

He doesn’t say anything, but he flushes. If he thinks too hard, he’ll get hard again and he doesn’t think he has it in him to cum again. Even if he does, he doesn’t want to find out.

He busies himself with kissing up your thigh. Every time you let out a soft sigh or noise, something stirs in his gut. The pride is overwhelming. Bakugou has always wanted to prove he’s the best at everything, and somehow right now makes it the most true it’s ever been. He wants to the very best for you, wants to make you feel so fucking good.

You weren’t lying when you said you were worked up. Beyond reasonable doubt, you were. He’s never seen someone get this wet. He doesn’t want to waste too much time on building up. He just wants to give you at least half of what he just got. So he takes his tongue, and drags it slowly over your folds until he’s buried into it.

You gape. The pleasure is honestly unexpected. It guts you almost. You’d been so turned on that the actual contact makes your toes curl right away. You’re pretty sure Bakugou wouldn’t have to eat you out to make you cum almost instantly - and you’re proven right when you feel his tongue snake around your clit. You let out a soft gasp, your hand threading through soft blonde hairs as you rut a little against his face. His chin is getting soaked as he starts to suck on the bundle of nerves.

You’re throbbing and aching, and he doesn’t even need to be putting so much effort. But he is, his hands at your waist as you let him give you head. Good head. It’s so fucking good, doesn’t need any directing from you. He sets a soft pace, sucking and licking and devouring like he’s going to uncover something incredible. And you moan for him - soft praises.

“Fuck, that’s a good boy. Good boy.”

It only makes me want to give you more. He needs to, so he closes his arms around your waist and drags you impossibly close. He really doesn’t need to do as much as he is, but you let him. Start to match the grind of your hips onto his face, dragging your clit over his tongue over and over.

There’s too much tension in your body to hold it. Without meaning too, your orgasm overwhelms you. You take a deep, ragged breath - and grab his face by the roots of his hairs. You take a shuddering breath and hold him close - grinding against his warm mouth.

“Shit, baby - I’m gonna cum.” you announce, and Bakugou grunts into your heat and doesn’t do anything but keep going. Lets you cum hard and fast. Hard, rolling waves of pleasure overwhelm all of your senses as you feel yourself cum hard enough to thrash.

When you finish, Bakugou reluctantly pulls away and crawls back to lay on top of you. His frame is spread over you, heavy and tired. You laugh a little at how exhausted he is, and you can taste yourself when you kiss him. You wipe his chin with your thumb and stick into his mouth, and he doesn’t fight you on it.

“We gotta shower, baby.”

He flushes, just slightly.

“You’re still callin’ me that.” he notes, not sure of what to do. You laugh warmly.

“Cause you are. Kinda stupid to beat around the bush right?”

He sighs, but doesn’t disagree.

“Fuck you.”

“Be good tonight and maybe I’ll let you tomorrow.”

You let your hands travel down his body, until you’re grabbing his ass in the palms of your hands, massaging the flesh with your palms. He glares at you.

“C’mon. Let’s go shower.”

After the heat of the moment, you drag Bakugou to the shower with you. You let him sit on the toilet while you run a bath and the moment is so disgustingly domestic. He doesn’t expect things to feel like this. He’s not stupid. Never has been, so he always knew what the two of you had was different. A little more than friends.

But he was expecting things to be much harder. He was expecting to fight himself on it until the bitter end, to get angry like he normally does. Bakugou knows himself, and he knows that this isn’t just something that happens.

But, when you coax him softly into the bathwater with the stupid nice smelling espom salts, and you rub your damp fingers onto his hickies and talk to him softly - he doesn’t mind. You let him touch you too. It’s not saccharine, the intimacy is so there - maybe you know him better than he thought. Know him enough to ride the line. Maybe when you engage him in normal conversation instead of whispered sweet nothings, you know his ego is too fragile.

And maybe he always knew deep down that he loved you, of course he did. But when you love him like this, when you let him keep his pride intact despite everything - it’s the first time he understands how deeply you love him too.

The kind of love that doesn’t break you more than necessary. The kind that understands your fragility, and preserves it. Whatever kind of love that is. Yours, maybe. Bakugou loves you - he knows this. But he thought it would be hard.

But it’s not with you. Even like this, it’s easy. When you let him wash your back, and his hands tremble because he’s never been good at loving softly. You laugh and tease him, but that makes him feel better. How incredible is it that you can treat him so gently and so not, all at once?

It’s quiet for a little while, and Bakugou wraps his arms around your waist - tentative, until you lean into his touch. He sighs, drops his forehead against your shoulder. The water swishes, and it’s the dead of night - so silent.

“I feel like a fuckin’ idiot.” he confess to you, a rasp to his voice. Your concern is immediate. He’s so exhausted - always tired, but not with you.

“Why’s that?”

“This shit.. I don’t know, it’s not bad.”

You giggle, tender.

“I’m glad it’s not bad?” you offer. He groans again.

“You know what I fuckin’ mean.” he grunts. You press your cheek against his arm, smiling.

“We’re both stupid, at least. I’m surprised too, how easy everything is. Probably won’t always be easy and I don’t know how things will always be. But this,” you trail your fingers on his arms, onto his hands “this feels better than not touching you. I like this more.”

He flushes down to his neck.

“Yeah..” he says, like he’s still too nervous to deny it. But he holds you a little tighter. Gone a little warm. He shuts his eyes. “Me too.”

You hum.

“Hey Katsuki.” you grin. He grunts.

“I love you.”

He goes stiff and you can feel him malfunction a little. He grabs onto you like you’ll disappear, burying his face in your neck. Voice gone soft and tired.

“Idiot.”

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