#katsuki bakugou x reader mdni

[coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic]

Katsuki Bakugo x Fem! Reader

He is aged up, this is taking place in college

CW: Degradation, public place, swearing

MDNI

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Tutoring Session

Okay so you weren’t a ‘hero’ or in a hero’s course but that didn’t mean you didn’t want a good education, you and your family worked so hard to get you here and to be perfectly honest you didn’t expect it to be this difficult to get through. You knew you were smart but everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, this class was a weakness.

You bunkered down and got to class early, took detailed note and tried to do extra credit but you were just not getting the grade to where you wanted, no NEEDED it to be. You didn’t want to graduate with a fat “D-“ in there. You wanted at least a “B” to even feel like it was worth getting into this school.

Your brain was fried and due to you not being the most social person, making friends wasn’t really high on the to do list so you had nobody to help you from your class. So you went to the Professor and asked what you should do.

She looked at you with concern and sighed a bit, “Y/N I see your effort, and I really love your dedication! But you can only do so much on your own if you’re this stuck, I would recommend a tutor, there’s plenty in this school, I can assign you one personally.”

Your pride took a metaphorical stabbing but you figured if that was the best option, you might as well go for it, it helped that she said she would hand pick the tutor herself so that gained a bit more confidence from you.

A day or so passed and you get a direct message from your professor with the schedule for your new tutoring lessons and honestly you were kinda excited but mainly nervous as hell. You thanked her once again and prepared yourself for the upcoming lessons.

You didn’t dress super nice or anything, some sweats and a sweater over a tank top and throwing your hair into something out of the way. Who were you trying to impress, also this is college, everyone wears stuff like this, right?

You walk into the empty little room, early as usual you thought to yourself, stroking your own pride until a voice spooked you back to reality. “Good at least you’re not late.” A lower gravelly tone filled the room. Did he speak louder than intended? You jump slightly and dart your gaze towards the voice, seeing a spiky blonde haired man with piercing red eyes. He was wearing something nice, a dress shirt and blazer combo, he looked professional. Now you’re regretting your own outfit choice. You notice him doing a quick scan up and down and looking…unimpressed.

“Hi! My name is Y/-“

“Don’t care. Sit down we have work to do.” He says sharply, you sigh and do so. Your professor chose THIS asshat? Are you being punished?

The lesson begun and he was anything but pleasant, he was crude he was rude and he insulted you, to your face! Saying things like;

“How dumb do you have to be to not understand this?”

“How did you even get into this place?”

“Dumbass”

And other things of the liking. Once the session was over he stood up and began to walk out. “Oh, I’m supposed to tell you, the names Katsumi Bakugo. See ya.”

With that he made his exit before you could reply, he really didn’t give a rats ass about your name. You questioned if you really want this grade, you do.. fuck.

This went on a couple more times, humiliating sessions and still not knowing your name, being referred to as “girl” or more commonly “stupid” and “dumbass”. You finally muster the courage to go back to your professor to ask some questions, she smiles and greets you.

“Y/N! How’s the tutoring?” She asked and you huff in frustration, causing her to furrow her brows in confusion.

“How’s it going? HOWS IT GOING?!” Your emotions were getting the better of you. “He’s an asshole! He does nothing but degrade me and call me names, he doesn’t even know mine!” You huff once again, thank God the room was empty at this point. The professor sighs and puts her hand to her face “I know Bakugo can be… difficult..”

“Oh Difficult is putting it nicely ma’am..” you almost spat out

“But he is one of the best tutors we have. He’s a straight A student with an amazing academic history. He’s the best for what you’re going for. He just needs to know you’re not some pushover and this matters to you.” You weren’t sure how to take that, yes you didn’t LIKE confrontation but you could do it sometimes.

You sigh and apologize for your outburst, saying you’ll try a little longer before thinking of switching. So, you did, you decided enough was enough and if he was going to be disrespectful to you, you can match his energy until there was a compromise, or something like that.

Next session you were actually there before him, studying independently before he arrived. You hear the door open and don’t look up from your page. He comes over and sits across from you. “You’re actually early this time,” he stated as he sat the books down, you don’t reply.

“Do you even remember anything from last time, or are you still dense?” You still don’t respond. He lets out an annoyed scoff “Hey! I’m talking to you, stupid!” You finally look up as if you just heard him come in, still not saying anything. “What? The silent treatment? What is that supposed to do? You think I care or something?” Silence. “Fuckin hell what is your problem?!” His irritation growing the longer you just stare at him. As he was about to say something else you cut him off.

“What’s my name?” The first words you finally speak to this man, he looked confused, as if he doesn’t understand why you’re asking.

He scoffs, assuming you think you got the upper hand. “Y/N L/N.” He says confidently. You were actually a little surprised he knew but your face didn’t falter.

“Use it then.” You demanded calmly and his eyebrow raised. “What’s got you on a power trip today huh?” He leaned onto the table with a side smirk, he does love a fighter. “How am I supposed to give you respect when you don’t even address me properly, it’s unprofessional.”

He laughs once loudly “OH so sorry didn’t know I was in the presence of a professional, I thought I was tutoring some dumbass who can’t study for themselves.” You grit your teeth and stand up, looking down at him. “Listen here, I’m only here because this is important to me, I can study just fine on my fucking own thank you but I just need a little assistance. So if you actually sit down and teach me the damn material I’ll be out of your spikey blonde hair in no time. So stop fucking me over and help like you’re supposed to.” Where THAT came from you have no idea, maybe you were on a power trip.

Bakugo stood up, now looking down at you and got into your face, calmly. “I’m not Fuckin’ you sweet cheeks. Trust me you’d know.” He grinned “Now that you had your tantrum. Let’s get this session started. Okay Y/N?” Finally he used your name, wait a second.. what did he say. Once you processed the beginning of that statement your cheeks grew warm and a red shade melted down your face and onto your ears.

Admittedly this session went a lot smoother and you felt like you actually could retain some more information though his hurtful comments remained and he still called you names, you felt that the progress was still worth it, if this kept up you believed you could actually reach your goal without working yourself to death.

The next week or so passed and there was a test, you did as best as you could and crossed your fingers for the results, you were so nervous because this was first test, even though small, since you began the tutoring sessions. Nervous and frankly alone you texted Bakugo, (you had his number in case you needed to cancel or reschedule a session) asking if you could have him tell you the result of it next time you meet. He just replied with a ‘sure I guess’ and that was it.

You entered the all too familiar room at this point and saw Bakugo sitting in his usual spot. You rush over with your phone in hand, giving it to him when you sit, it was unlocked and all he had to do was tap the email with the results posted. He did so with a his slightly annoyed face he always seemed to have and looked up at you. “What’s your usual grading on stuff like this.” You sigh and admit “on a good day a C+..typically it’s more like a D or D+” he chuckled a bit and turned the phone screen towards you “then you made good progress.”

Showing you a fat B marked on the results. You gasped and smiled wide, due to your excitement you without thinking flung yourself to Bakugo and gave him a right hug, he was obviously shocked from the sudden physical contact.

He didn’t push you away though, he knew you were happy and didn’t wanna be a total dickhead. He just patted your head and pulled away after a bit “yeah yeah you did alright. Enough of that.” You separated quickly and blushed knowing what you just did. “I’m sorry-“ you looked up at him and you swore you saw a dust of pink on his cheeks. Nah you gotta be seeing things. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at you. “You’ll need to keep it up if you want it to affect your overall grade at the end of the year. So don’t slack off now.”

You shook your head and smiled wide “with you I know I’ll get there!” That’s what she said, and that’s what Bakugo’s brain said. He chuckled a bit “dumbass that sounds wrong, you flirtin with me? Bold.” He teased. Your face became beet red and you stammered to try and correct what you meant and he just put his hand on your head, “I know what you fuckin meant.” He grinned. This was the friendliest you’ve seen Bakugo. Was he…proud…?

This was your relationship now, friendly. Still with the insults but at this point you grew to like them. They were a motivation almost.

You were in class, early as usual watching people flood in, seeing who was obviously hungover from the night before and the typical other faces. Though when the professor was supposed to get there, Bakugo walked in. Confused you stare at the man. Gasps can be heard throughout the classroom, girls getting excited and whispering to one another, guys getting hyped a little themselves.

“Oi settle the hell down. Professor Hime is out taking care of her sick daughter so she asked me to substitute for a couple days. You all seem to know who I am, good. You should, I’m amazing.” He smirked and soft laughter was echoing through the room. “But to be formal, like she asked I’ll introduce myself. My name is Katsumi Bakugo, or as you might also know as Dynamite.” It clicked. THAT WAS DYNAMITE?! You were tutoring with thee Dynamite. How could you not have connected the dots, you really are a dumbass. It didn’t help that you were a fan of Dynamite, now how’re you supposed to act around him?!

Class was distracting nonetheless. There were several times where you two specifically made eye contact and he would do silent gestures towards you, teasing subtly. Doing things like ‘write this down’ motions and mouthing ‘dumbass’ when you looked at the board confused.

After class was over you were planning to walk over to him but the flood of classmates surrounded him before you had the chance. So you decided to just wave when you caught him looking at you for a sec and leave the room to go to your tutoring room, even if you didn’t have a session booked you started studying there because it was hardly used. Soon enough the man himself walked in, “did you get all that dumbass?” He asked cockily. “Why yes I did Professor Bakugo.” He teased and he shook his head “kinda like the sound of that.” He admitted. Now when you looked up at him you saw the hero you had fanned over and honestly used to fantasize about. Your cheeks flush red and you hide the fact of that by going towards the window. “Oh man. It’s so nice out today!” Trying desperately to hide the fact you couldn’t look at him the same.

Bakugo came over and flicked your ear. “Yo what’s got you so fuckin bashful?” He asked confused. “You’re not gettin sick too are ya?” He asked with a hint of annoyance. You look at him, showing your red face and sighed “You’re never gonna let me live this down but, I had no idea you were Dynamite…” you closed your eyes, prepared to hear nothing but jokes and insults. But you didn’t hear anything but you felt a presence close to you. When you opened your eye, he was right there. In front of you, hands on either side of you, boxing you against the window. Your blush growing. “What? Does that change something for you?” He asked with an eyebrow raised.

It was surprising you became a stammering mess, “I- I I uh.. n-no! It’s just-“ he tilted his head slightly, if he came any closer you’d think he was trying to kiss you. “Just what, Y/n?” Oh god not him using your name.. “Bakugo please- s-some space…” nope he wasn’t moving. “I- I just Uhm… Yaknow… had a crush on Dynamite awhile ago- s-so it’s a l-little awkward n-now..” you could not make eye contact with him until he grabbed your chin and made you look. “Had?” He asked. What was he getting at? Does he want you to admit you still have a crush on him? How could you admit to THAT.

“Y-yeah..? H-Had.” A cocky smirk crawled onto his lips. “You’re lying. I can always tell when you’re lyin..” that he did, he always knew when you lied about understanding something in the material and this was no different. “O-okay. Yeah I have a c-crush on Dynamite.” You gave in, how can you fight him in this proximity? “On me. You have a crush on me.” His grin only grew, God he was an ass.

“W-what are you trying to do Bakugo?!” You blurt out, ripping your face away and covering it with your hands. Anything to hide from him right now. Bakugo chuckled and patted your head. “What? A guy can’t be hopeful to have a fan?” You peek out from behind your hands and scoffed “you have tons of fans? What do you mean?” He shook his head and finally gave you space. “Ahh you dense little thing. They’re not you.” He walked towards the door. “You say some dumb shit sometimes Yaknow?”

You went back to your dorm, confused to hell. They weren’t you?? Does that mean, no it can’t mean he has special feelings for you, he couldn’t. Could he? You went to every introverts friend, the Internet. You searched how to know if someone had a crush on you, yes you’ve had one partner beforehand but that doesn’t mean you knew they liked you. You weren’t finding what you needed to know but you did find an article of ‘ways to subtly flirt your way into his heart’ cheesy, it’s gotta be good.

- wear cute clothes. Something flirty and a little revealing.

Already a no go, you only wore comfy clothes 99% of the time.

- touch him when you talk

Oh god, you hugged him once. That was it. Okay.

So on and so forth. You decided to try it a little and see if there was a reaction next session, that would mean something right? Right. You rummaged through your closet to find anything even semi flirty. You found a lower cut crop top that you bought awhile ago to get out of your comfort zone but never actually did that, the tag was still on it. Then pairing that with some ripped high waisted jeans. That’s cute right? Sure. You got a little dolled up, concealer, a little blush and lipgloss, mascara to really bring it together. Was this too much? Too late now you were committing. You throw on your trusty hoodie to at least not show it off to everyone.

You made your way to the room found him sitting there as per usual. He was in casual clothes for once. The blazer made an exit awhile ago but he continued the dress shirt until now. But now he was just in a black tee shirt and jeans, it was a nice change of pace for you to see but also you kind of missed the button up. You unzip your hoodie and toss it on the back of your chair, immediately feeling his eyes on you.

You look over at him and grin, placing your notebook on the table. He didn’t seem to take his eyes off you, scanning up and down a few times. This was different than the first time he had done it, it wasn’t judgmental it almost seemed like he was admiring. “So, what are we workin-“

“Whatcha trying to do to me hm?” He asked calmly. You look up at him confused “w-what do you mean?” You grew nervous. “Coming in here, all dolled up. Think I wouldn’t notice or something? Think I’m stupid?” Uh oh was he insulted?? You weren’t trying to do that “I just- put more effort in today- I’m sorry I offended?” You defended yourself. Bakugo stood up and leaned over the table, getting close to you once again. “Did you get dolled up for me? You trying to do something?” You, who always thought before speaking, blurted out something you never would’ve thought of. “I-is it working?” Bakugo smirked and grabbed your chin, pulling you closer. “Yeah, yeah it is sweetheart.” You felt your knees go weak as he closed the little distance between you into a kiss. You were shocked but you melted into the kiss, returning it back.

Once he parted ways you looked at him with heavy lids “w-wow..” you breathed out, he stayed close for a moment before standing up, walking to the door, you spoke up thinking he was leaving.

He locked the door.

“What’re you doing…?” You ask timidly as he looked over at you “if it’s alright with you, I’m not done.” He gave you a look filled with hunger and a hint of something else. Lust..? It sent a chill down your spine straight to your core. Your body temp rising slowly but surely. You got your answer.

Bakugo returned to you, “I asked you a question.” Right he did, he asked if it was alright.. how do you respond..? You, with your red face, grab his shirt and pull him in. It’s time to fulfill a fantasy. You reach up and drape your arms around his neck kissing him once again, he returns it without hesitation, gripping your hips and pulling your body closer when you thought you couldn’t get closer. It wasn’t long until the kiss deepened. His tongue inserting itself into your mouth, you were all too willing and inviting. A low growl came from this man which caused your knees to buckle, he didn’t miss a step. He grabbed your thighs and lifted you up, carrying you the table you typically study at. He pushed your books off the table in one smooth swing of his arm, his hands making their way up your back shortly after.

Your breathing is getting heavy as you didn’t know how far he was going to take this. You got an idea when he unclasped your bra effortlessly. You pull back in surprise, he looked at you almost apologetically. “We don’t have to do anything crazy. I was getting a little excited is all.” He was being honest, his face blushing as hard as yours.

You didn’t care anymore. You wanted him. This craving was driving you crazy at this point. “Let’s get a little crazy.” You pulled your shirt over your head, along with your bra, throwing it across the room. “Fuck..” he breathed out, taking in your body, your curves, your shape, you. He took one breast into his palm, it was hot and firm, this make you gasp out in both pleasure and slight discomfort but you didn’t care. You wanted him to touch you. You whimpered when he squeezed which pushed him over the edge. He pushed you down onto the table, keeping your hips right at the edge. Kissing and nipping at your skin and collarbone, leaving small marks down your torso. The heat in your core growing hotter and hotter. He got to your jeans and swiftly took them off, you tried covering your precious spot out of embarrassment but he just grabbed your wrist, keeping them out of the way as he kissed you through the cloth barrier keeping him away from what he wanted.

You let out a soft moan feeling the heat of his lips so close to you, soaking through your panties already. He chuckled lowly “you’re already so wet for me and I haven’t even done anything. You’re a little bit of a slut aren’t you?” This didn’t help anything, you about whined on how long he was taking. He ripped off your panties and spread your legs, spreading your lips apart to see the meal he was about to devour. “What a dirty little bitch. Tell me what you want.” He loved watching you squirm under the mere touch of his fingers. “Y-you. Anything you want..” he wasn’t expecting that exact answer but he felt his member throb through his jeans, he growled again and began to just eat you alive. It was quick, it was deep, he knew what he was doing. You moaned and not down on your finger, these walls weren’t thick enough to hide the fact that if someone listened they could figure out what was going on.

He was doing everything right, keeping the pace and you felt your core tighten, it was building and building quick. “F-Fuck-“ you breathed out. He stopped right when things were getting good and started to unbuckle his belt. You bit your lip watching him, his face was nothing but hunger. His chin dripping the remnants of his meal, “you gotta keep that pretty little mouth shut for me okay? Think you can do that?” He smirked as he wiped his mouth as he got his hard cock out. You nodded and your jaw dropped a little seeing it, it was bigger than you imagined and you weren’t expecting him to be that hard. “Tell me what you want again?” He said as he teased your entrance. “I-.. I want you to fuck me.” You whined out again. He slid in without any resistance, you were about moan until he covered your mouth his with hand “I said to say fuckin quiet.” He groaned out. He pumped into out hard and quick, he was gritting his teeth on how good you felt. You suppressing your moans and sounds as much as you could, a whine and whimper along with muffled curses of pleasure being the only thing you allowed escape. “You’re doing so fuckin good sweetheart. Just like that, look at me with those pretty eyes.” You didn’t know you had a praise kink until now.

Your walls being stroked so perfectly and rhythmically you felt that familiar knot starting to grow tighter as you were building to your climax once again. His pace got more aggressive, he was building too. “Holy Fuck you feel good..” his grunts accompanying your muffled sounds, his hand left your mouth and gripped your hips to pull you closer and lift your hips, reading an angle you didn’t think was possible but it was slamming into your spot to send you over the edge. “FUCK!” You couldn’t help yourself but shout out as you climaxed, it was so intense and unexpected.

He didn’t even stop you that time he just kept pumping “I’m close-“ he muttered as he slowed down but thrusted harder into you. Cumming inside unintentionally. He panted and pulled out, watching his semen leak out from you, a sight he liked a little too much. The room filled with you both catching your breath, you say up and laughed a little. “What a tutoring session.”

[starreo]

pro hero! katsuki bakugo drabble .

y'er so much trouble, aren'cha. includes blowjob, very vague? writing, fem! reader, slight perv! kirishima mention lol and adult themes, so mdni!!

you try not to, you really do. but sucking on katsuki's throbbing cock in the elevator of his agency is just so much fun. on the outside, you're just his secretary, sweet girl who god knows how, tolerates all those late night and early morning calls. your colleagues feel so much pity for you, ever since kirishima saw you sneaking out of leaving bakugo's house just in time for their early morning run, he came back to the office, loudly lecturing bakugo on how he can't overwork you like that.

so it makes it so much fun, to slide into the elevator, right after katsuki's blown his head off at some silly intern, fumes practically coming out of his ears as he repeatedly presses the button for the third floor. everyone stares at you in awe as you run right into the elevator. only you could face bakugo right now.

literally.

as he's about to scoff and grumble something stupid about how he's not in the mood to play around with you when the door finally closes and you smash him against the wall. normally katsuki bakugo wouldn't move an inch, but for you.

for you, baby, anything.

one hand of his is gripping your hair and fisting it into a ponytail as your head slowly moves closer to the base of his cock and then back to the tip, while his other hand struggles to find the emergency stop button of the elevator. "fuck fuck fuck- y/n, f-fuck, " he's throbbing in your mouth already, you can feel it deep in your throat as you hollow your cheeks against his girth, looking up at him with those fucked out eyes that he likes so much. he finally finds the button and smashes it right before it opens up on the third floor. and you can hear people outside groaning about how this is the fourth time this month.

as you're quickening your pace, hands wrapping around the excess of his length to help him finish, you can see him poke his tongue in his cheek, eyes shut as he tries so hard not to moan your name when you swallow all his orgasm. when he opens his eyes, it's to see the string of saliva and slick connecting your swollen lips to his softening cock as a few droplets of his cum drip down your chin. and that, is a sight he would never not want to see.

slowly, you get up from your knees, making a silly comment about how he's so much hotter in his winter uniform, and roughly brush your thumb against your bottom lip, collecting all the excess liquid and sucking on it as you watch color return to his cheeks.

"y'er so much trouble, aren'cha" he grins, eyes narrowing in fondness as he pulls you by your neck and sloppily smashes his lips against yours.

pulling back, he sighs before pressing the emergency stop button, eyebrows raising as he notices the crowd of people there, "get back to work you little shits, 'm not paying ya to loiter around-! and use thegoddamn stairs if the elevator ain't working! " and that classic workaholic bakugo act would've fooled everyone else, but when kirishima notices how everytime the elevator has acted up it's been the two of you going down, or coming up, he feels like he's connecting some dots, so he moves forward to catch a better glimpse, and there you are, oh, not to mention the very suspicious white stuff on bakugo's shoes. but it's okay, Kirishima won't tell anyone, maybe he'll take a quick check of the security cameras though, just to erase any evidence that might hurt his manly friend's rep, right? at least that's what he tries to convince himself of as he jolts downstairs with a boner harder than his quirk.

© starreo 2024. do not copy, translate or repost .

[3dmanswhore]

do you? | k. bakugou

3.2k words

content: nsfw, mdni, aged up characters, fem!reader, established (ex) relationship, friends w benefits, fluffy smut, unprotected sex, unedited & lowkey badly written

tbh didn’t even plan on writing this as smut but it just kind of turned into it as i kept writing it 💀, might have to go on another 2+ year hiatus over the embarrassment

other than fucking with no strings attached, Katsuki and i hadn’t seen each other much since our last year at UA. especially at ungodly hours such as right now.

when he would sneak into my dorm after a big fight, silently cuddling up to my half-asleep figure. i would mindlessly stroke his hair and fall back asleep, sometimes waking up to him, or just after he had left.

but here he was now.

at 3am, in my apartment.

only having had the key to unlock the place because i gave it to him for the sake of convenience. for when he calls on me in the middle of a drunken night.

he’s standing at the foot of my bed and staring straight at me, the lit up screen of his phone which he used as a flashlight illuminating his tired features in the dark.

“the fuck are you starin’ at”, he says in his usual bitter tone.

i grimace at him, “the fuck are you doin’ here?”, i say in a slightly softer tone, only because i was too tired to try to outmatch him in a field he was far too experienced in: yelling.

“what do you think?”, he says matter-of-factly. and while i usually don’t mind the booty calls. in fact, sometimes i even seek them out, i’m definitely not up for it right now. not without warning, at least.

i groan as i prop myself up on my elbows, “the hell is wrong with you? i told you i’m not fucking you unannounced, especially not when you just let yourself into my apartment.”

he lets out an annoyed groan, pulling his phone up to his face as he starts to vigorously type on it.

a few seconds later, i hear a ping from my own phone. picking it up, i see the far too familiar text message pop up as a notification: i’m coming over.

“you’re already over, dumbass”, i groan as i scoot to the far end of the bed, making space for him.

he shuts his phone off, laying it down next to my own one.

he takes his shirt off, flinging it to some dark corner of my room.

he gets into bed, his hand brushing against my shoulder as he pulls the sheets over us both.

and he…

turns around?

his back facing me?

my eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “what the fuck are you doing?”, i ask in a slightly raised whisper.

without even turning around to face me, he answers, slightly muffled as he talks into the pillow. “what the fuck does it look like?”

“i have no idea”, i answer honestly, “did you seriously just come here for a sleepover?”

i hear him shuffle in the dark as he turns around to look at me, propped up on his elbow as he glares down at me. “you just said you didn’t wanna fuck. i’m tryna sleep”, he looks at me expectantly, as if waiting for a nod of approval before he can go back to sleeping.

“is this like reverse psychology? you think i’m gonna wanna fuck if you suddenly don’t?”, i’m still confused on why he even came over.

he tsks in response, flinging my forehead, “you think you’re all that”, he says harshly but i can sense a playful undertone in the words. “i can’t fall asleep in an empty bed, you should know that from our failed relationship.”

i stayed silent and he turned to lie on his back, facing the ceiling with his hands clasped over his bare chest. his eyes were open but he didn’t say a word, just steadily breathed as he waited for a response from me.

“i didn’t know that”, i said softly as i adjusted my position, scooting a bit closer to him as my face was now mere inches from his shoulder.

he hummed as he kept blinking at the ceiling. “why do you think i always came back to you”, he said just above a whisper, as if he didn’t even want me to hear it.

“well, i would like to think it’s due to how amazing of a girlfriend i was”, i said sarcastically as i copied his posture, studying the ceiling with him as if we were stargazing.

he snorted sarcastically, which admittedly, slightly hurt.

“what was that for!? i wasn’t that bad”, i said in disbelief, sitting up slightly as i stared at him with a shocked expression.

he side-eyed me, and i could almost notice a smirk playing on his features. “you were fuckin’ psycho, y/n”

i hit his chest, rolling my eyes as i laid back down, accidentally resting my head on his shoulder.

i thought he might shrug me off, but instead he extended his arm around me.

we were now cuddling.

i can’t remember us cuddling much even when we dated.

he said he hated the unnecessary heat coming from my body, though i would always wake up to him spooning me, or squeezing me to near death like i was his plushy.

“i was only psycho because you gave me reasons to be”, i retorted, knowing it was only partly true.

it’s true that, in my reckless and hormonal teenage-hood, i could be extremely jealous and possessive. but he could have worked out less, or gotten a bad haircut, or done something to get the girls to stop fawning over him.

the only thing that pushed away the flocks was his shitty attitude, but i’m sure some were even more turned on by it.

“despite your beliefs, i never cheated on you once”, i know he didn’t. “hell, i never even looked at another girl besides you”, he must have meant ‘while we were together’, but i guess it was common sense that didn’t need to be specified.

still, it made my heart churn: the possibility that i was the only one who managed to capture his attention, ever.

the idea gave me a disgusting sense of importance. one so suffocating it might throw me into old habits of trying to get his approval at all costs.

instead of saying something that would ruin the moment and push him away, i hummed in response as i turned to wrap around his warm, and slightly sweaty torso.

thankfully, because of his quirk, he never smelled bad. if anything, i think the sweet-scented sweat made him just that much more intoxicating.

the hand he had wrapped around me rubbed soothing circles into my shoulder, and i could tell by his quickening heartbeat and uneven breath, that even the great Katsuki was capable of feeling nervous.

“i miss this”, he says softly, and i’m sure it is a sentence he will regret muttering in the morning — when he’s not affected by the drowsiness and hypnagogia.

my heart skips a beat as i continue tracing the lines of his muscles, “you do?” is all i can say to not reveal my own feelings on the matter.

“do you?”, he asks instantly, so much so i’m not even sure he meant to say it aloud.

he grabs my tracing hand with his free one, bringing it up to his face as he kisses at my palm, and each section of each finger, the kisses becoming more hungry as he digs his face into my touch like an abandoned hound.

i can only utter his name, my voice shaky as i mindlessly inch my face closer to his.

his usually angry eyes almost look like they are pleading now.

his arm has now moved to my waist as he tries to pull me closer, our chests touching not being enough.

his other hand moves to the back of my neck as he pushes my face down on his. he hungrily nips at my lips, and if i wasn’t so used to his touch i would think he was trying to devour me whole.

we hadn’t kissed like this in such a long time. even during this weird arrangement of ours that had been going on for months, we’d only lock our lips for the sake of muffling the moans and gasps.

as he pulled me in even closer, my shirt now having ridden up almost completely — my chest the only thing stopping it in place, i was now straddling him as he moved his hand to somewhere more interesting than my bare waist.

he squeezed my ass and i let out a gasp to which he only deepened the kiss, stealing the air from my lungs.

i wasn’t sure whether i was feeling lightheaded because he was so inebriating or because of the lack of oxygen going to my brain.

but my judgment was clouded, that was for sure.

i didn’t even want to think of what would happen between us in the morning. perhaps he really was just using psychological tricks to get me to sleep with him tonight. i definitely wouldn’t put it past him.

but i couldn’t care enough right now. i just wanted his touch. i needed it. i had missed it for so long. not the lustful, mindless one i’d been feeling recently, but this — the hungry, desperate touch that leaves bruises in places no bruises should be.

he detaches himself from my lips and moves to nipping on my jaw, and my neck.

i hung my head in the space where his neck and shoulder connect, breathing heavily and whining right into his ear as he teeths at that sweet spot he knew so well of.

he bucks his hips up, searching for even the slightest friction as he continues working on my collar area.

i close my eyes, trying to stop the dizzying feeling in my head. but breathing him in while listening to his quickened heartbeat doesn’t do much to help.

he pulls away, forcing my hips down onto his own and causing me to sit up as i use his heaving chest as an anchor.

he squeezes my bare thighs, his fingers hooking themselves around the waistband of my underwear. he pulls on it softly as if testing the elasticity, his red eyes gleaming at me hungrily.

“did you know i was coming? is that why you only wore this?”, he gruffly said, still playing with the waistband of my panties as his other hand rubbed my back, riding up my tank-top even higher.

i think he knew this was just how i always slept, that it had nothing to do with him. but in this moment, he must have just needed to hear me say it: yes, katsuki, all of this is for you.

so i did, ignoring the fact that it wasn’t true.

he closed his eyes for a moment before sitting upright, holding me to his chest so i wouldn’t fall off as he readjusted us both.

“i’ll make it worth your while”, he said reassuringly, cupping my face with his calloused hand, giving my cheeks a squeeze as he planted a kiss on the tip of my nose.

melting at his touch as i always did, i rested my forehead against his as he looked down at his boxers, trying to pull them down with my legs still straddling him.

i lifted myself up to allow him space as he finally managed to kick them off.

i sat back down, his sprung up cock twitching between our torsos.

he stroked it once, the precum leaking onto my bare stomach as he slapped it against me.

i felt myself leaking on his lap, grinding on him, desperate to feel him inside me, but playing it off as just readjusting myself.

but he knew the truth.

he knew i needed him just as badly as he did me, maybe even more.

he slowly pulled my top off, admiring the way my tits bounced at the motion.

he squeezed my waist, muttering a curse under his breath as we locked eyes again.

“d’you have a condom?”, i asked as i ran a finger through his hair, watching as his eyebrows knitted at the pulling sensation.

“fuck”, he said more clearly now as his head fell, and i knew what the answer was. at least i was now sure he didn’t come here just to fuck.

i shook my head reassuringly, “i’ll get the morning-after pill tomorrow” i knew it was a dumb idea. even in that drunken passion haze, i knew it. i knew it was too risky, and that those things were only about 90% effective — and that is if i remembered to take it on time.

but i couldn’t pass on this opportunity. i couldn’t let him just go home after all of this.

Katsuki was smart, he knew it was a dumb idea, too. but he stayed quiet, nodding silently as he once again started playing with the band of my panties.

i planted soft kisses on his temple, nipping on his ear knowing it was one of his many weaknesses.

he let out a long sigh, mumbling something about ripping off my underwear.

they were an expensive pair, so i’m not sure why i agreed to it, nodding vigorously as i mumbled his name desperately.

like it was just a piece of string, he ripped them off swiftly, pulling them out from under me and throwing them somewhere to the side.

i once again rested on his forehead, watching as he slowly pumped his thick cock against my folds, squealing at the sensation.

we both knew there was no need for further foreplay. maybe when we were younger, we would take hours getting each other off with just our hands and mouths before finally sealing the deal.

but now, there was no need. not only because we were both as horny as one could be, but because we were also so exhausted. unsure whether it was due to the fact that it was nearly 4am and we were running on almost zero hours of sleep, or simply because we were getting older and didn’t have the same stamina we did when we were eighteen or nineteen.

he grabbed my thigh with one hand, lifting me off slightly as i grabbed his shoulder for support, squirming as he rubbed his tip all over my leaking pussy before finally sliding it in completely.

i let out a loud whine, hiding my face into his hair as he kept both hands on my ass.

i wrapped my arms around his neck and he kissed my shoulder, “you good?” he asked as he moved one hand to rub my upper arm in comfort.

i nodded as i let out a sigh, mumbling his name and a pathetic command to fill me up.

he listened, of course, rocking his hips up into me as he simultaneously lifted me off himself, trying to create a rhythm between the two movements.

“c’mon baby, ride me. you know how well you do it”, he almost begged. praise wasn’t something Katsuki practiced in our bedroom life, ever. if anything, he did the opposite. but i think in this moment, he was too exhausted to carry both our loads and get himself off at the same time.

i obliged, lifting myself off him slowly and dropping back down. he desperately bucked into me, unsatisfied with the speed i was going at.

i swirled my hips on him, as if i was tracing patterns with the movement. he let out a broken whine, sinking his head into my chest as i finally picked up the speed.

the sound of skin slapping skin echoed around the room, and i was sure i would get noise complaints from the neighbors in the morning.

he left wet kisses on my chest, breathing heavily as i continued bouncing on him.

i was starting to get tired, my pace faltering as i whined nonsense into his ear. “you fill me up so good, ‘tsuki”, i knew the effect my dumb nicknames had on him.

he always pretended to hate it, and only wanted me to call him by his name. but i always noticed the way his eyes would glint when i’d throw a petname into our conversations.

he suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around my torso, stopping my ability to move as he started pounding into me. the bed was creaking, and i’m pretty sure we even managed to push it from its position as i tried to grab onto the wall behind it.

i let out a loud moan as i wrapped myself around him again, feeling his thick cock fill me up as it pulsated inside of me.

his length hit the deepest part of my insides, and the rhythmic pounding of that sweet spot overwhelmed me with pleasure as i heaved desperately into his ear.

“don’t stop, Katsuki”, i whimpered into his ear, letting out more moans as i dug my fingernails into his back to try and suppress the feeling, but to no avail.

he groaned, holding me tightly as he suddenly turned us around so i was lying underneath him.

he kept up the pace, resting his forehead against mine as he stared into my eyes.

i let out a cry of pleasure, my breath hitching as my heaving mixed with the mumbling of his name and pleads to keep going.

he didn’t stop, but over time his thrusts became sloppy. i watched his face distort in pleasure as he closed his eyes to focus on the thrusts, resting his head in the crook of my neck.

“don’t stop, baby, i’m so close”, the only words of encouragement i could think of in this moment. i ran my hand through his hair, pulling his head up so he could see how good he was making me feel.

he let out a desperate whine, coating my chest with peppered kisses as he kept thrusting into me.

now the sound of squelching and mixed liquids filled the room, along with our desperate wails of pleasure.

“fill m’up with your cum, baby. ‘want to feel you inside”, i whimpered incoherently, pulling him in closer as i wrapped my legs around his hips.

he let out a groan as his pace quickened once more. he held one arm besides my head, propping himself up — while he slithered the other one down to my heat, rubbing my clit until i couldn’t tell whether i was moaning out of pleasure or pain.

the combined sensation of his sex filling me up and his rough fingers overworking my clit proved to be too much as i unraveled all over him, crying out his name desperately as i clung onto him.

his breathing started getting heavier as he kept pumping into me, trying to bring himself to a finish as he rode out my own.

i moaned words of encouragement into his ear, peppering kisses on his jaw and neck until i finally felt his cock twitching inside of me.

he let out a prolonged moan as his semen squirted inside of me, Katsuki pumping himself inside a few more times to ride out the orgasm.

i felt the juices leak out of me as he tiredly pulled out, still lying on-top of me as he tried to pull the blanket over us.

he kept his head sunken in the crook of my neck, his breathing easing as he muttered something incomprehensible.

i brushed through his hair, listening to his calm breathing and feeling his heartbeat slow down to a normal speed.

“i missed you too, ‘tsuki”, i spoke softly, not even sure whether he was still awake to hear it.

[simporado]

18+ MDNI / bakugo x reader

Katsuki thinks youre soft. Your hands compared to his are flawless and smooth, despite being a hero and had trained along side him since UA. He thinks your cheeks are soft when he pinches it because you puff and pout at his teasing everytime. How could you be so damn cute?!

He loves it when you hug, can really tell the difference between your bodies. His all hard and muscular, yours all comfy and squishy. When he's feeling a bit more frisky, he grabs and squeezes whatever his hands could hold. Your hips, your tummy, your thighs, your ass, tits even (this one he does only when its you two alone)

He thinks your soft when he's got his nose and tongue buried between the lips of your pussy. His tongue lapping up your hole then shoving it in, and his eyes roll back because he feels and tastes your softness. He digs his nose into your clit harder and you moan loud.

"Pwah, how are you so damn soft and sexy?" He says after giving a long suck on your outer labia to bite at your inner thighs. You mewl at his words and he squeezes your ass in his palms, adjusting you before sucking and kissing alternately between your pussy lips and clit. When he hears your moans get louder as he laps you up, he stops and you whine.

Katsuki pulls you to sit on his lap, then he sets you down onto his cock. He groans feeling your soft, warm fluttering hole, he thinks he could cum just from being buried in you. But he restrains himself and distracts himself momentarily by hugging you tighter to him, groping your ass and kissing the fat of your tits.

Then he starts thrusting into you, and you grind your hips to meet his. Katsuki thinks he's in heaven, thinks he could die like this. The room is filled with nothing but wet skin slapping against each other mixing with the sound of your breathy pants harmonizing with his needy moans.

"Fuck, baby please, you feel so good." He moans before kissing you sloppily. Then you start bouncing on his cock faster, and you both moan louder. "Katsuki, m'gonna cum! gonna cum!" you say and repeat his name again and again. he grabs your ass with both his hands to help slam your hips down onto his cock.

"Katsuki, cum with me! Oh, fuck!" you scream,

"Yes, baby, come on. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Need to feel you squeeze around me" Katsuki moans, and he holds your hips in place and starts thrusting his hips up into you faster and harder.

You grip Katsuki's hair tightly, eyes rolling back from too much pleasure. Then you both cum hard. Katsuki pulling you so close to his body, buries his head into your neck and moans. He grinds up into you slowly to ride out both of your orgasms, and he groans as his cock twitches at the feeling of your soft shaking thighs tightening around his hips.

When he feels your plush body slump against him, he can feel himself bricking up again and he thinks he could go another round.

[aakeysmash]

Roommate or boss?

Pairing: f!reader x Katsuki Bakugou.

Warnings: a lot of yapping. Male masturbation. A bit of violence from Katsuki’s part when a guy tries getting in your pants.

Word count: this part is 2.4k, added to the others (part 1, part 2, part 3) it’s 8.9k.

Next part: part 5

"It's too hot" you mewl while lying on your couch. “Step back, it’s my turn to be in front of the fan” you add, getting up and walking towards Katsuki.

“Fuck no, it’s been 3 minutes since you had a go at it. Go back to the hell hole you came from, pest” your roommate answers while throwing daggers at you.

You poke your finger in his exposed bicep. He doesn’t budge. Damn, this man is hard as a rock.

“Come onnnnn! This is the time when you should be a gentleman and let me cool down my beautiful face. Do you really want to be such a brute, Mr. Bakugou?” you bat your eyelashes seductively, trying to convince him.

Bakugou stares at you like your face is green and you’re a slimy frog that just came out of a pile of mud.

“I don’t fucking care. You’re a big girl and I ain’t no prince charming. Step the fuck back or I’m throwing you on that damn sofa. Wait your shitty turn” he says, flicking your forehead.

You whine some more, whisper “bitch” (it gets you another flick) and then turn back to lay on the floor. It’s colder than the couch, at least.

It’s summer, there’s 41°C outside, and your AC broke the other day. It’s so hot that you take out the ice from the freezer and it melts in 4 minutes (max). You happened to have one old crusty fan, that you and Bakugou take turns using. You have been surviving on iced coffee and iced lemonades. You feel like you’re slowly dying.

“You know, this is the only time I really wish my boss would call me in early. He might be a ghost, but he sure uses money for the AC” you blabber while staring at the ceiling, contemplating booking a trip to Alaska.

“What do you mean a ghost?” the blond asks. He’s been much more talkative in the last few months, maybe because seeing you being so domestic was doing something to him. In the last few days he really wants to be your friend, but not because he’s suddenly nice: he thinks he could bribe you to gift him the fan if he’s kinder and breaks your defenses. He’s even planning on asking you to go to a cafe nearby and offer you one of those sweet fuzzy iced drinks you like so much. He’s scheming.

“A ghost because I’ve never seen his face. Can you believe that? My colleague says he’s an asshole though, so maybe that’s for the better” you answer. You get on your elbows to see him better, then squint and frown, “I feel like you could be my boss, you know. Seeing as you’re an asshole too, making me die here on the floor like a common drug addict”.

Yeah, screw the fan. He was asking you out to kill you.

“I hope he fires you”.

“Fuck you”.

“Likewise”.

You throw yourself back on the floor. The movement makes your boobs giggle, and he catches himself staring at your white tank top. You didn’t wear a bra since it’s indeed still your house and it’s indeed still hot as hell.

Things have been going so much better between you two. You now bicker like you’re siblings, but you do also take walks together sometimes, mainly to get groceries, and talk about stuff. You even convinced him to watch Keeping up with the Kardashians with you, and even if he doesn’t want to admit it, he likes the drama more than you.

At work you have a new manager and she’s super nice. Her name is Mina, and you found out that she and Kirishima are engaged, even if they’re 22 like you. She’s a great worker, and you’ve gone out for drinks a couple of times with her and Momo. She’s been at the cafe for 2 months, but you feel so much better already. She throws you weird looks sometimes, like she knows something you don’t, but you pay it no mind.

The timer on your phone rings, and you jump up before throwing your whole body on Katsuki’s. He’s distracted and you get him off guard, managing to move him away. He notices your tits touching his arm.

“Hah! My turn!” you say triumphantly, positioning yourself in front of the fan. The cold air makes your nipples harden. He seems to not be able to look away.

“Awh, Katsuki, cat got your tongue? Don’t worry, baby, the floor is not that bad” you snicker.

He snaps out of his trance and looks at your smirk. Baby? Did you just call him baby?

Fuck, what is he doing? The heat is getting to him. He hastily turns around and starts walking.

“Fuck off, I’m getting in the shower. You can have your fucking fan until I get out” he grunts while almost running away. He needs to have a cold shower.

“We’ll see!” you smile devilishly at him, not having noticed how he’s furiously blushing while slamming the bathroom door.

Katsuki puts his back on the door and slides to the floor. He rubs his face before staring at the obvious tent his semi is causing in his shorts.

Have you always been so hot?

He gets out of his clothes and jumps in the shower, hoping this feeling will go away once the scorching temperature of his skin gets back to normal. But after a few minutes the icy water does nothing to quell his desire, his fully standing cock a statement to that.

He curses under his breath, then wraps one of his hands on his shaft. He feels so dirty doing this, and the fact you’re one door away makes him feel even more embarrassed.

“Let’s get this fucking over with, fuck” he says to himself, pumping his member slowly.

He imagines the way your hand would feel instead of his, or your big eyes staring up at him like you did before, just that in this case you were forcing yourself not to cry while choking on his cock. His hand would be in your hair instead of on his dick, pushing your mouth snugly against his pubes. Your mouth would be hotter than the sun outside and he'd give you a reason to sweat. If you pleaded hard enough he'd fuck you too. He’d really throw you on the sofa, ripping your damn white top and sucking on your nipples. Fuck, what if you pierced them? Your tits would look so good covered in his-

He cums, grunting. "Fuck, this is the most embarrassing shit I've ever had to do to cum" he adds, whispering to himself.

He makes sure to scrub the shower wall clean before putting on the pair of grey short sweatpants he was wearing before. He decides on not to put his black compression tee on, since it’s drenched in sweat.

He exits the bathroom and finds you lying on the couch with the fan blowing directly on your face. Your eyes are closed, and the peaceful expression you're wearing makes his dick throb again.

"Oi, wanna go out? We're short on ice" he finds himself saying.

You open one eye, but when you realize he's half naked you hastily close it and throw him the pillow you were resting your head on.

"When has this become a whore house?" you scream.

He rolls his eyes. "You're such a prude. It's not like you've never seen a man naked" he scoffs, while throwing the pillow back at you.

You open your eyes again and glare at him. You know you must be as red as a tomato.

He looks so good with his hair still dripping wet. You've known that he works out, but now that you see his torso this close and with so little covering his whole body, you find yourself feeling shy. There's a particular drop of water that cascades just in the middle of his pecs, and you follow it with your eyes until it reaches his belly button.

"Earth to y/n. I know I'm hot, but stop ogling and answer my fucking question" your roommate says smirking, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

You throw the same pillow you threw before right on his smiling face. "I'm coming if you're not gonna be naked!" you say, hastily going towards your room.

"But wouldn't you like it, baby?" he mocks the tone you've used with him just 30 minutes ago.

"Fuck you. I'll be there in 10" you respond, slamming your bedroom door, feeling hot and bothered.

It must be the summer.

You and Katsuki go to a store nearby to get ice.

“When is the landlord gonna repair the AC?” you ask, since he was the one to make the call.

“He said he’ll come next week, probably even the next one. Said he’s on vacay or some shit” he grunts from next to you.

“I can’t survive 2 weeks like this” you whine. “Oh, you know those noodles you did the other day? The spicy ones? Want to make them for dinner today?” you change the topic, looking up at him.

He spares you a glance before smirking and saying “you just said you’re dying, you sure you wanna eat spicy things?”.

“It doesn’t matter, that’s not the question” you say, pouting.

He smirks again. “Sure. Go and take the noodles, I’ll get the vegetables. Call me when you’re finished if you can’t come back here, I know you get lost like a dumbass”.

You slap his arm. “I do not! This place is just big, asshole”. Then you turn around and march straight towards… the wrong aisle. Katsuki shakes his head. You’ll find a way. You always do, somehow.

After 10 minutes you’re still not back and you still haven’t called, so he sighs and gets his phone out.

He missed your texts from 3 minutes ago.

Y/N: Help

Y/N: I feel like a guy is following me

Y/N: I’m next to some spicy sauces, I guess

Y/N: Mom come pick me up, I’m scared

He raises an eyebrow. You’re usually too prideful to text him when you don’t find the ingredients he tells you to search for, so this situation is weird. He tries to remember where the spicy sauces are, and goes for that aisle.

Meanwhile, you were right and a creepy guy was indeed following you. He’s slim, not that tall and looks like a predator. For the past couple of minutes he’s obviously been trying to get in your pants, and you don’t know how to remove yourself from the situation.

“Come on, just give me your number. You got a boyfriend? Is this why you’re being so… spicy?” he says with a low tone of voice, walking towards you and effectively blocking you from the eyes of the people who are walking down your aisle. From outside, he just seems like he’s talking to you.

“I said I’m not interested” you repeat for what feels like the 10th time. Then you decide to lie: “and yes, I do have a boyfriend. He gets crazy when he’s jealous, I wouldn’t want to anger him if I were you”. You hope you sound confident enough.

“Awh he doesn’t have to now, baby girl. It can be our dirty little secret… I love spicy little things like you” he says seductively, touching your arm and licking his lips.

You’re just about to raise your elbow high enough to break his nose when you feel a familiar voice behind you.

“Step the fuck back before I break your fucking hand” Katsuki says to the man in front of you.

You snap your gaze to his eyes, but he’s looking at the guy with a murderous intent.

The slimy guy in front of you doesn’t let go, in fact he just strengthens the hold he has on your arm and you wince. Katsuki notices this.

The guy is definitely intimidated, but still manages to say “mind your business bro, we’re together, this is my bitch-“. But before he can finish the sentence he finds himself crashing on the sauces of the aisle.

“I said step the fuck back. I don’t like to repeat myself. Don’t ever call my girlfriend your bitch again, or next time I’m breaking your damn nose“ your roommate says while putting a hand on your small back.

He then looks down at you, and while he’s looking deep into your eyes, tells you “you good, baby?”.

You nod. You feel your knees shaking, but not because of the guy who’s currently on the floor.

Which, by the way, is now scoffing and declaring “oh so this is your crazy boyfriend? Nobody likes good guys anymore, huh”. He then stands up, adding “you were never pretty enough for me, anyway”.

Katsuki looks at him and suddenly he laughs. “You’re a pathetic ass bitch if you really believe someone like you could ever be near someone like her. You’re not a good guy, you’re an awful piece of shit who only tries to get his dick wet by forcing girls to have sex with him, and you’re obviously failing at that too. Go back to your room and rub one out on some shitty porn like you always do, fucker” he spits out. “You have 5 seconds to get out of my fucking face”.

The asshole thinks he’s joking, so he doesn’t move from his spot, but Katsuki is obviously not playing. He looks super scary, and he’s towering over the pathetic boy.

Katsuki is losing his patience. “5, 4, 3…”.

The guy gets that he’s serious and flees the scene, running with his tail between his legs.

Your roommate takes a big breath before mumbling “I hate people”. You snicker, before looking up at him. “Thank you, you know” you say smiling.

Your gratefulness blinds him, or maybe it’s just that you’re that pretty.

“You’re welcome”.

He doesn’t remove his hand from your back for the rest of your walk, and it feels so natural to be so close to him that you don’t say anything.

A/N: If you want to be put in the taglist make sure your age is visible on your blog first, and then tell me so in the comments <3

[approvedtrash]

whose kitchen is it?

You had really gotten yourself into this honestly. You know better than to mouth off to Katsuki right after he gets off patrols. Especially when it comes to who owns the kitchen. Obviously, it was his.

"Wanna say that again? Whose kitchen is this?" He growled in your ear. His hips pressed right up against your ass.

"Y-yours.. Katsu.." you whined out. Grinding back against him while your back arched on the counter.

"That's fucking right, and what do you do in my kitchen?" He asked. His hand now yanking your shorts down so his fingers could get to their prize.

"Serve you and Eiji," you're panting out as his fingers find their way to your most sensitive spot.

"Right again Angel, and you know what's on the menu tonight?" He cooed in your ear?

"I'm making -"

You were cut off by the feeling of Katsuki ramming into you from behind. He groaned at the feeling of how warm you were wrapped around him.

"You are. Isn't that right Red?" He asked, now looking at the doorway to see Eijirou had walked in and watched the show unfolding before him.

"She looks delicious, and I can't wait to have a taste," he said as he walked in. Giving Katsuki a kiss on the neck you were still cockwarming him waiting to see where this was going.

"Hi sweets, I see you tried to be tough and claim the kitchen for your own? While you do look wonderful cooking for us, I think Katsuki still runs this," Eijirou said while grabbing a fistful of your hair.

"We-welcome home Eiji - ah!" You said feeling Katsuki slowly moving his hips back and forth.

"Can I sample this wonderful meal baby? Please?" He asked while kneeling down to see where you and Katsuki were connected.

The feeling of both of their attention on you was almost overwhelming. Katsuki had you full and sensitive already while Eijirou's light touches were sending shivers all over your body.

"Yeah Angel, can you ride Eiji's face while I fuck you?" He asked.

"Pl-please. Whatever you want," you said.

That was all the confirmation they needed. Eijirou was on the ground leaning up again the cupboards with his tongue already licking over your clit. Katsuki pulled back and slammed into you just enough to have Eijirou holding your thighs still.

"You must have been working really hard on this Sweets, you taste so good," Eijirou's voice was muffled as he licked and sucked on you.

"She's clenching already Red, must be close huh?" He taunted, grabbing onto your hip with one hand while his hand gave your ass a good smack.

"If she comes while you're still inside though I'm gonna need you to move Kats, want to taste my Sweet. A little dessert before the main course," the redhead said.

"Hear that Angel, tell us when you're close so Red here can have his sweet little dessert," he whispered in your ear.

You weren't even speaking in sentences. The whines and gasping from the amount of pleasure you were receiving were making your ears ring.

"Mm- close, I'm close.." you ended up being able to get out.

Katsuki pulled out but lifted your shirt a bit while Eijirou pulled you closer to his face to fill you with his tongue. His grip sent you over as you came all over his open mouth much to his satisfaction. You felt Katsuki cumming all over your ass and back as he saw how euphoric the scene in front of him was.

Your legs were shaking at this point and you were holding onto the counter for any stability. Eijirou made sure you didn't leave a mess at all and while Katsuki recovered your red-haired knight swept you away to the bathroom. Drawing a bath and cleaning you up a bit to soak while they finished dinner.

"You two are something else with your attitudes," Kiri said as he walked back into the kitchen to get you some water.

"She started it, just had to make sure she knew this was still mine," Bakugo grumbled out.

Laughing at his comment Kirishima filled up a glass of water and grabbed a granola bar. He went to walk out when he heard a grunt at the stove.

"You two looked so fucking good earlier, but I know you're not done for the night," Katsuki said.

Kirishima smiled and turned with a smile, "Well, maybe you could put your mouth to work later while I remind her who owns the bedroom."

[wenumsmol]

Sometimes Katsuki's hands spark when he cums really hard.

[onetoomanyfandomfixations]

Jealous Ex!Katsuki x Fem!Reader

A/N: this is totally not based off of how i wish my ex acted when i had a creep hitting on me ha.

MDNI - SMUT BELOW CUT.

WARNINGS: ANGST/COMFORT, SLEAZY CREEP, HURT, UNPROTECTED SEX, RECONCILIATION SEX, DRUNK SEX

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It’s been six months. And I’m one drink down for every month since he left me. So I really shouldn’t feel as sick as I do when a random wraps their arm around my waist.

He tugs me into his scrawny, shirtless figure and my stomach lurches.

Everything smells of stale cigarette smoke. 

This is wrong.

Gently I push the stranger off, wandering back towards the bar. A tired smile from the bartender greets me.

“Hi lovely,” I smile, jumping up on the barstool.

“What can I do for you babes?” The small person hums, mousy hair flopping across their face.

“Can you make me another one of those yummy cocktails? Y’know, the one with the fireball and the-” I start, leaning inwards.

“The one that tastes like autumn?” They finish, a knowing smile.

“Yes!” I can feel my head slosh as I nod. Maybe I’m more tipsy than I thought. 

Unwanted arms twist around my waist yet again.

“Hey pretty,” Unkempt long hair tickles my shoulder. Hot breath on my neck. 

“I’m gonna go back to dancing,” I excuse myself, untangling us. Clutching my drink, I weave in and out of the crowd. The warmth is more uncomfortable than it was before, sticky and clammy.

A pain in my shoulder, my drink wasted on myself and the floor.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry” I start, embarrassment heating my cheeks.

“Hey, watch where you’re-” A voice, so familiar it hurts. Low, and consistently gravelly.

“y/n.” Shock changes his tone. Aggression turns soft. My heart squeezes.

Six months.

Six months and I’m still so undeniably in love with Bakugou Katsuki it hurts me.

“Hi,” I mumble, eyes trained on my hands.

He clears his throat and my eyes can’t help but follow the noise. 

Rubies.

I always said his eyes were rubies.

Not the blood of his enemies, like Kaminari so often joked.

Rubies.

Warmth and pain mixes inside of me, and I find myself biting my tongue.

I love you.

It would be so easy to say.

“Aww did you spill ya drink pretty? ‘S okay, I’ll get you another one.” Cigarette overtakes my smell and I do everything not to gag.

“Um, I’m actually gonna head home.” Shaking the man off yet again, I go to turn around.

“Ooh, ready for some fun are we? Lead the way, beautiful.” Hands around my waist, and my throat closes.

“No.” I shake my head, squirming out of his arms yet again.

“Aww, but baby” His arms are tighter this time, face nuzzled into my neck.

“Oi, she told you to fuck off.” Katsuki steps forward, and I go to turn my head.

“Ha, you’re just jealous that I’m gonna get somma this tonight.” Wet warmth trails up my neck and I cringe away.

Stifling hold is suddenly tugged away.

“She’s not interested, dickhead. Now fuck off before I make you.” Katsuki’s voice is grim, fearless. All I can focus on is wiping the saliva off my neck.

“Fuckin fine. She’s not that cute anyway.” I hear a huff becoming more and more distant.  

Another arm. New, but old; drapes across my shoulders.

“Gonna walk you home to make sure no more creeps try’nd attack you.” Katsuki mumbles, gently guiding me through the crowd.

“Thanks,” I whisper.

The outside air is cold, drawing me closer to the man’s core heat. Small sparks on my shoulder act as a radiator.

The walk is quiet, and my head swims too much to understand if its comfortable or uncomfortable. 

Only when we reach my apartment, does his warm arm leave me. 

As if it’s muscle memory, he lifts up the pot plant; grabbing the spare key and letting us in. Kicking off my shoes, I wander towards the next best warmth I can get.

My bed is cushy, a welcome comfort.

Katsuki enters not too long after, water and toast in hand.

“You need to eat before you sleep,” He says, plopping down next to me.

Rubies, full of warmth.

“Why are you being so nice?” I mumble, eyes stinging.

I miss this. I miss him.

“Cause I fucked up,” He whispers.

“What did you do this time, Bakugou?” I sigh, picking up the glass.

“I hurt someone because I didn’t want them to hurt me first.”

My heart hitches.

“But then I realised that all I did was hurt both of us, for no goddamn reason.”  The water splashes against the sides of the glass as I tremble uncontrollably.

“She won’t even say my name anymore.” The grief is heavy in his voice, breaking it gently. And I can’t hold back my tears.

“You said you didn’t love me anymore,” My voice warbles past the lump in my throat.

“I knew you could do better,” He mumbles, picking at the duvet he helped me choose.

“I don’t want better!” I cry, gripping the glass.

“I want you.” Glancing over, I can’t help but stare.

Bakugo Katsuki does not cry.

Yet diamonds fall from rubies.

“Then be mine again. Please.” He whispers, voice catching. 

And all I can do is nod.

Coolness of glass leaves my hands. Warmth cradles my cheeks.

“Thank you baby,” His lips meet mine, and I’m home. 

Home tastes like cheap cola from the bar. 

Home is our teeth clashing as we smile through tears and kisses. 

Home is my fingers twisting through staticy blond.

“I missed you so much,” I whisper against his jaw.

“Missed you more.” Strong arms pull me effortlessly into his lap. His hands stay on my hips, tracing gentle circles.

“Lemme show you how much I missed you.” Katsuki asks, tugging me impossibly closer. Kisses tickle down my neck, and my entire body floods with adoration.

“Please,” I nuzzle into his hair, savouring the closeness. I jerk my neck away as he gently bites exactly where he knows I hate.

“Katsuki,” I whine, shoving his face away. A warm chuckle reverberates through his chest. The sound is contagious, making bubbles in my chest.

“You’re an ass,” I bite back my smile, gentling pushing him further.

“Yeah, but I’m your ass.” He mumbles, pulling me back in. Arms push me down, feeling him grow beneath me.

My body clenches excitedly, as familiar hands start tracing up my stomach.

“Take this stupid thing off,” His voice vibrates against my neck, as he tugs at the hem of my top.

“Hm,” I muse loudly, deciding to have some fun. “No, I don’t think so.”

“You little shit,” He growls fondly, pushing the top up as his hands wander further. A gentle squeeze to my breasts is all I need to continue my attack on his jaw.

“But I’m your little shit,” I mock inbetween kisses. I feel his jaw clench beneath my touch.

“Alright, thats it.” He huffs, wrapping an arm around my waist.

Suddenly, I’m off his lap; the bed bouncing at my sudden shift in weight. The bubbles in my chest build until they burst into a fit of giggles.

“There’s my pretty woman,” Katsuki smiles, eyes soft. Gently, he fully removes my top. And then his own.

The warmth of skin on skin is a comfort I’ve missed oh so much. 

Obviously, Katsuki missed it just as much; face disappearing into the valley between my breasts. 

Soft kisses leave pins and needles, and I reach for his hand. In an instant, our fingers are interlocked.

Like he never left.

I revel in the moment, using my free hand to trace patterns on his shoulders.

Small sparks greet my skin as his other hand massages my thigh. I feel myself dampen at the closeness - leaning into his touch.

“You sure you want this pretty woman? You’re still tipsy,” Its so odd, hearing such soft words from such a hardened, aggressive man. 

“Please, Kats” I breathe, moving my hand to his hair. A hum of agreement, and his loving assault continues.

I keep tracing patterns, unintentionally digging down as his hands get close to where I want them - no - need them to be.

A ghost of a touch, and I’m pushing myself up to meet him.

“Missed me that bad, did we?” He scoffs in amusement, fingers circling my clothed clit.

“Like you’re one to talk,” I mumble, cheeks heating. Softly grinding on me, my breath hitches.

“Sorry baby, but I’m not waiting anymore,” He whispers, pulling my panties off; his boxers following suit.

Rubies bore into me, sparkling with adoration.

And suddenly, pain and pleasure all in one.

“C’mon, you’re okay. You can take it.” Katsuki praises as he thrusts in. I blink through watery eyes, nodding.

The movement is slow at first, just until the pain falls away. 

Then, its relentless. 

The sound of skin on skin echoes through my small apartment, going at an unholy speed. My toes scrunch as I’m sent into ecstasy.

“See how much I missed you?” Hands grasp my hair, moving my head to the side to leave kiss after kiss.

“See how much I love you?” He grunts into my neck, suckling right near my jaw. Words fail, leaving me only able to whimper in response.

“Yeah that’s right,” He whispers to me, fastening his pace. More whines bubble past my lips.

“Love you so much, never gonna leave again, you hear that?” His words a near hiss, nipping my neck gently.

“Kats, kats, please,” I beg, gripping onto him for dear life. My stomach coils, and I don’t know how long I’ll last.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” He encourages, pushing deeper, faster.

I break, legs spasming as I gush.

But Kastuki doesn’t stop.

Instead, he pushes my ankles up near my ears - keeping his relentless pace. Tears spill over my cheeks at the overstimulation.

“Just a little longer, okay?” He promises, hot breath painting my thighs. I nod frantically, practically melting into the bed.

But the coil tightens again, and I can’t help but squirm.

“Come on, together this time. Where do you want me?” Katsuki asks, somehow pumping harder.

“Inside,” I croak through tears. It’s too much.

An eyebrow raises.

“You wan’t me to make you a mama, that it?” He huffs, beads of crystalline sweat coating his brow.

“Mhm,” I whine, clenching at the thought.

“Fuck, y/n.” He grunts, burying himself into me.

Warmth floods me, and my blond lover collapses ontop of me.

“Love you so much, Katsuki,” I whisper, tangling my hands through his hair. I press a gentle kiss to his temple.

“Love you more, dumbass.” He sighs, kissing wherever he can reach. 

-BONUS-

“I guess this means you’re reinvited to Tsu and ‘Chako’s wedding.” I hum, scratching his head.

“The fuck you mean ‘reinvited’?” Katsuki snarls sleepily, nuzzling into my neck.

“Honey, you were my plus one. You never got your own invite,” I gently remind him, amusement tickling my insides.

“What cunts.” He grumbles, pulling me close.

“Katsuki!”

[dxaox]

After Hours with Bakugou Katsuki MDNI!

Warnings: "cunt" and "pussy" are used, female reader, female pronouns, p in v penetration, established relationship

"What's wrong baby?"

After a long day of work, he comes home. Of course he's tired, but then he sees you on the couch, doing whatever things you do on that laptop of yours. When he does see you, he grunts at you.

Bakugou drops his gauntlets onto the floor with a two loud thuds. "Close it." You look at him confused and slowly close your laptop. "Did…Did I do something?" You slowly turn your body towards him as he stands over you. "No, baby. I just need your attention for…an hour."

Long story short, it was definitely not an hour.

Bakugou's now sitting on the couch, fully naked. You're also bare, per his request. "On your knees, princess." You quickly fall to your knees and rub his muscular thighs. His voice is sharp, contrasting his soft skin. You look down at the ground and feel your face flush. He tuts at you. "Princess, you know I don't like talk to people who aren't listening to me." At this comment, your head snaps up to meet his piercing eyes. "Good, now, you know what to do." Excitedly, you let your tongue loll out and drop saliva on the tip of his cock. "Fuck babe, look at me when you take my dick in your mouth…", he says. You look up at him and giggle a little. Bobbing your head up and down, you gag a little. Bakugou groans your name out loud. "Don't stop, fuck, you're such a good girl f'me." You slobber down his member loudly and look up at him once more.

"Alright, alright, come off, baby." You come off his cock with a 'pop'. You stand up proudly. "Did I do good?" You smile at him. "Of course baby, I've trained you well." He laid on the couch. "Sit." Being naive, you sit back on the ground on your knees. "Here?" He loudly laughed at you and motioned with his fingers for you to stand up. "No, you idiot. Sit on my face." You feel your face flush for the second time, and you look down. "Oh!"

Now, with you perched on his face and his arms hooked around your thighs, you whimper at him. "Am I too heavy? Should I let up a little? Want me just to-" Bakugou spits on your cunt, cutting your sentence short. You moan his name and look down at him. "Good girl, keep sayin' who this pussy belongs to." He sticks his tongue into your dripping cunt, and uses his thumb to rub circles onto your clit. "Fuck, baby! Fuck..don't stop!" Bakugou smirks and quickens his pace. "Oh my God, please make me cum!" After a few more strokes of him tongue and circles around your clit, you feel your stomach muscles tighten. "Katsuki,..I-" "Cum." On his command, you let go. Closing your eyes and letting out a breath you didn't know you had, you cum on his face. "Fuck! Katsuki, fuck!" When you do finally open you eyes and carefully come off of Bakugou, you see his wet smirk across his face. With weak legs, you straddle him. You smile back at him with droopy eyes. Bakugou sits up and kisses you. "Mmph.."

You moan into his mouth and smile against his lips. Once you pull away, he licks his lips and smirks. "Alright, lay down pretty girl." He stood up and then gently placed you on the couch. He smirked and stood over you before he kneeled on the couch, both of your legs on the outside of his body. He slowly presses into you, a groan leaving his lips. "Katsuki, I can't take it, I'm too sen-" A sharp thrust into you makes you breathe in sharply. "Take it. You've done it before and you will do it again." His paces quicken and he leans next to your ear. He grunts, "You're gonna take it until I say we're done. Do you understand me?" "Yes, I-fuck-..Yes!" Bakugou grips your wrists and holds them above your head. "Yes, who?" You look up at him with with teary eyes and a smile. "Yes, sir." "Gooood girl." He draws out his words and a grunt and what you think is a small whimper. "Fuck baby, cum with me…" He spits on your cunt and watches it drip down before he uses his thumb to swipe across your clit. "Fuck, Katsuki, I can't!-" Right when you finished your 'outburst' ,as Bakugou would call it, he gripped your neck tighter. "What did we just get done talking about? You have taken it before, you will take it now, and in the future, you'll take it again, and again, and again." You nod and breathe heavy. You let your eyes roll back. "I'm close, oh fuck, I'm close!" Katsuki looks at your face and moans out loud. "Cum baby, cream on my fuckin' dick."

When you do come to orgasm, it's Earth shattering, even more so than the first time. You whine against Bakugou's arm from being overstimulated. "Good girl, fuck, fuck!" With a groan and a falter in his thrust, he cums inside you, painting you such a pretty white color, on the inside. When he does pull out, he presses a kiss to your temple and stands up. He looks over your body and smiles. Going to the hallway closet, he grabs a wash clothes and wets it with warm water. "Katsuki?" You sit up, and lean your head on the back of the couch. "I need you, come back," you whine. "Alright, alright. Don't get your panties in a twist." Walking past said panties, he sits next to you on the ground and wipes your body down. "Let's go take a bath, pretty girl."

And with that, that's my first published work on Tumblr! Hope you all liked it, feel free to like and reblog! :)

[animestsstuff2]

stalker Dabi x reader headcanons

Content warning: MDNI, spoilers?, stalker dabi, obsessive, swearing, intimidation, femreader, kissing, fucking, kidnapping, implied abuse.

Prompt: you caught his eye that day, the day he crept around alleys looking at his fathers agency. He never noticed you before, you were new and better yet you were his father’s personal assistant. You would be useful, getting information from you should be easy but the more Dabi watched you..the more intrigued he became.

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Dabi who saw you one night leave his fathers agency. His hand stopping, cigarette slowly burning out. you walked beside him, holding a small laptop bag and smiling as you said goodbye. Endeavor getting into his vehicle, leaving you alone.

Dabi, who followed you that night, sticking to the shadows as you walked to your apartment just a few blocks from the agency. Dabi who found ladders to the building next after hearing you mumble about the elevator being broken and having to walk 5 stories.

Dabi, whose legs hung over the rooftop edge of the building with the perfect view into your living room. He watched as you set everything down and walked off, coming back in pajamas. Dabi, who felt something awaken in his chest as he watched you curl up.

Dabi, who decided you were a person of interest that night. You seemed close to him after all..He began his watch, waiting every night in the same alley, watching as Endeavor walked you out every evenung. The routine ensued of following you home.

Dabi, who brought twice into the scene, forcing the man to pretend to rob you as you walked by the alleyway by your complex. Your shrill scream echoing the empty street as you spun on your heel. Dabi who just so happened to be there and stopped Twice.

Dabi, who you didn’t know, who hadn’t officially popped up on the heros radar. Your naiveness was showing as you thanked him profoundly, grabbing his rough hand between yours and squeezing it. Dabi whose brows pinched as he stared down at your beaming face. A blush on your cheeks as you realised how attractive he was

Dabi, who made it habit to run into you, not everyday but every other or couple of days, whether it was on your daily walk home or at the convenience store nearby. It was always late when he did, streets barren as the tall, dark-haired man stood close to you, burnt woodsy scent welcoming you.

Dabi, who got into your apartment after you ‘accidentally’ (he purposely ensured he was in the way) bumped into him once night, spilling his very hot coffee all over his very white tee. You immediately welcoming him inside. Dabi, who watched your cheeks darken as he stripped the shirt off. Your stomach knotting at the lazy smile and cheeky wink sent your way “thanks doll”

Dabi, who made the first move, fingers capturing your chin firmly, stopping your excessive rambling and making you tense. Dabi, whos dark eyes stared into yours, lazy grin flashed across his face as his head dipped low.

Dabi, who had you bent over the arm of the sofa. A hand on the back of your head, pressing your face into the cushion and scrunching your hair tightly. Dabi, whose thrusts were anything but smooth and gentle, forcing himself into your tight cunt with no warning. Your cries muffled as he grinned cruelly at the way your back arched.

Dabi, who had you creaming round him for the third time that night. Your eyes full of tears as he forced you to ride him. Your stomach in bits as moans left your mouth. “C’mon doll face, dont make me do all the work” his warm fingers dipping into the creases of your thighs. Your pleas ignored “t-to much’ can’t”

Dabi, who finally came in you, warm cum dripping from you after he finally pulled out. You lay an overwhelmed mess on the sofa, eyes glossy as he smirked. Dabi, who waited till you fell asleep before dressing and picking you up.

Dabi, who was the first thing you woke to as your tired eyes looked round the room that wasn’t yours. Dabi, who only gave a feigned frown as you scrambled from his bed, eyes wide with fear.

Dabi, who made it known you were his now not Endeavors. Dabi, who ignored your cries, pulling your protesting body into his and shushing you. The heat off his palm was almost too hot but quickly shut your yells of protest and lulled you into submission.

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

MDNI

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The first covert mission Bakugou goes on after you start dating is a rough one. He’s not allowed contact, he’s not allowed to check in, he’s barely allowed to tell you he’s going to be gone for a bit.

It’s two months of torture, and he’s never been happier to be done with something in his entire life.

The entire debriefing meeting afterwards, his leg is bouncing impatiently, arms crossed and checking the time every two minutes.

The second that he’s dismissed he’s heading to collect his personal items from storage, cursing out the idiot interns who didn’t bother to keep his personal phone charged while he was away. He doesn’t stop to change out of his hero uniform, either, not wanting to endure another hour without you.

He’s lucky not to have been pulled over with the way he speeds home, the lights of the city whizzing past him on his bike, too desperate to hold you again after so many days missing you.

His hands are shaking with excitement by the time he reaches the door to your shared apartment, cursing himself when he drops the keys not once, but twice, in his haste.

But it’s so worth it to see you standing there in surprise, a laundry bin perched on your hip, your hair haphazardly pulled back with a clip. You’re wearing one of his shirts, the faintest hem of your pajama shorts peeking out from underneath them and it’s all he can do to remember to close the door behind him before he’s on you.

His hands are everywhere at once when he pulls you against him and lifts you, mouth pressed hungrily against yours. He growls when your legs wrap around his slim hips, fingertips digging into your thighs hard enough to bruise as he walks the two of you to the couch, settling down heavily with you in his lap.

He barely lets either of you breathe, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, hands siding under your shirt to grip your hips.

You’re just as desperate as he is, though, tugging on those blonde locks, panting against his mouth. Even when you try to pull back, try to calm yourself and tell him you have time now, he chases you, pulls you flush against him again. He’s got you pressed right over the prominent bulge in his hero suit and gives a roll of his hips that has you whining into his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders.

He’s desperate to hear it again, his hands guiding you to grind down on him, his own hips following your rhythm. It’s too much and not enough at the same time, and you can’t stop the streams of his name followed by ‘please’ and ‘don’t stop’ that flow from your lips when they’re not pressed against his.

His hands slide from your hips to beneath your shorts, grabbing handfuls of your ass as he plants his feet on the coffee table and adjusts his body lower, your clothed cunt now dragging entirely over his length, clit catching with every roll of his hips.

He stops kissing you now, both panting as he looks at you from his place beneath you, your eyes squeezed shut and hair falling around your face. Your mouth is parted, fingers digging into the material of his suit that’s bunched around his chest and he swears it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

He wants to encourage you, wants to tell you to use him, let yourself go, but you don’t need it. He can tell by the way your pace is getting sloppy, the way your legs are beginning to shake around him that you’re close. He gives one more sharp thrust of his hips, and it’s all you need to fall apart, teeth clenched and body trembling and he can’t help himself, especially when you call out his hero name.

The sight of you coming undone so completely over him, for him, without his cock pressed up inside you has him cumming, hips rising as he throws his head back and groans low in his throat, holding your cunt down against his length as white coats the inside of his thigh.

You lean forward to settle your head into the crook of his neck as you both come down, still panting as he presses a shaky kiss to your hair.

You force yourself to tilt up, eyes still hooded. “Did we both…?” You ask, cheeks red with embarrassment and he can’t help but chuckle.

“Yeah, sweet girl. Looked too damn pretty cumming in my lap,” he admits. He expects you to look disappointed but you don’t, shifting instead to press a much sweeter kiss to his lips than the ones before.

“Shower with me?” You ask quietly, biting on your lower lip as if you’re nervous that he’d ever turn down that offer, and he feels his cock twitch against his thigh.

“Oh, sweetheart, I plan on doing a lot more than just showering with you,” he promises lowly, silently vowing to make up for the last two months.

[slut-katsuki-bakugo]

I love my new choker~ so many fingers

[starreo]

pro hero! katsuki bakugo drabble .

being icky has never been hotter. includes insecurity on katsuki's side, fem! reader p in v in the last paragraph lol, and adult themes, so mdni!!

when he's just started dating you, katsuki feels so scared of holding your hand. he feels that if the sweat is icky to him, then it'll be icky to you. and for all katsuki is, he will never want you, out of everyone to think he's 'icky'.

so he shoves them in his deep pockets, trying to wipe off the sweat, hoping, maybe by the end of the date, he might be able to. but it doesn't help. the silk pockets make it worse and his hands are sweatier than before. so he just decides to grab you by your waist as he leads you back to your door.

that night katsuki goes home, happy about your present, but nervous about your future. what if he holds your hand on the next date? and what if you hate how wet it feels. what if he can just never touch you?

however, all of the silly questions in his silly head crumble, when you pout and complain about how the winter dries up your hands so much. and as he's about to make some comment, to mask up his insecurity, you grab his hands in yours. sheepishly murmuring about how he's so lucky to have a natural moisturizer, which keeps his hands so soft all the goddamn while!

and his breath hitches, and his heart beats louder.

ever since then, katsuki makes sure to hold your hand no matter what the two of you are doing. and each time he reaches out to grab it, he smiles, at his past self, who was worrying so much.

because now he doesn't just get to hold your hand out on dates to help you cross the road. he holds your hand on the table, when the two of you are eating at a fancy restaurant. he holds your hand in front of your family, grinning as your parents tease him about not being able to keep his hands off of you.

he holds your hand against the pillows, when his cock is buried deep inside your snug walls. intertwining his fingers with yours as he thrusts in and out of you, slow, but deep. his other hand caressing your bottom lip, as his finger hooks the corner of your gasping mouth, drool slipping out of it. katsuki chuckles as his fingers make contact with the sticky substance, who knew being icky could be this hot?

i come back and this is the first thing i write???? ALSO lolll all the confidence that i had at first about writing longer stuff flew away like a seagull with a bag of cheetos. idk why but recently I've been so obsessed with mha again.....ugh.

© starreo 2024. do not copy, translate or repost .

[unhonest-iago]

Trapped

Gn reader

Divider by cafekitsune

Y/n worried, watching as Bakugou's breathing labored. Not in the intended way as they'd both agreed to try out sensory deprivation. The man in question was stuck in his head, previous memories from unhealed trauma flooded to the front. He couldn't relax or comprehend how any of this was supposed to spark arousal. All he felt was trapped. Rope criss-crossing over his torso, hands tied to the arms of the chair. An old bandana used as a blindfold. 'I'm still here, right in front of you.' Y/n's words and action were supposed to bring comfort. Hovering over him, their knees outside of his, almost straddling.

All Bakugou wanted was to be able to hold them. He needed more then just the fleeting touches that his fingertips were able to reach. 'RED! RED! PLEASE GET ME OUT!' Startling at his anguished yell, y/n quickly got up, untying the rope. Katsuki ripped off the bandana as he tightly pulled them to his chest, looping his arms around their waist. Wiping the tears under his eyes, they cupped his face, 'Can you explain what happened? Just want to understand.'

'I don't like restraints.' His words started out bluntly, copying y/n's breathing as to refrain from panicking. 'It's not a control thing if that's what you're thinking.'

'Then what is it, love?' Y/n knew Katsuki struggled to be vulnerable, instilled with the mindset that they couldn't trust anyone but himself. That he couldn't rely on anyone in case they left. Befriending Kirishima and Kaminari helped in that regard but some things you can't simply shake off. 'You remember the sports festival?' Finally meeting their eye. 'Yeah...oh.' Recalling how they'd comforted him afterwards, having caught him hyperventilating in his dorm.

'It feels suffocating. Feel as if I'm in a cage waiting for someone to decide I'm human again.'

[hotch33tos22]

Jealous izuku Midoriya x reader

☁️Fluff

You were in class talking with Bakugou, your friend, or well boyfriend Izuku, was looking at the scene with a frown, the truth is that he was jealous to see you talking so happily with his rival. You approached Izuku, but before speaking, he interrupted you “ look who wants to talk!, I’m sure your so busy talking to Kacchan, you should head back besides you two look very happy together" Said in a sarcastic and clearly jealous tone. “what are you talking about izu?” You were taken aback from his bold remark

“Stop pretending that you don’t know… you and Shittygo are glued to each other, he's around you most of the time, always talking to you, you're laughing with him... It's obvious that you prefer him over me” The jealousy of seeing you and his rival together and constantly talking was driving him crazy. “W-what?!” You shout nearly everyone turning to you,realizing how loud you were, you take him by the hand to speak privately outside the hall Following you to a secluded place where nobody can spot you

“What, did you think I wouldn’t notice it, huh? You and him are always together… he’s always glued to you….he’s the one making you laugh. You’re always with him… now”. “It’s not what it seems izu.. can’t I laugh with others?.. you pount “are you jealous or something?” You ask, “You can laugh with whoever you want... but you look more happier with him than you are with me” he replies in a sad tone..

“And what if I’m jealous? Is it bad that I want to see you laugh because of me and not him?”. You giggle and reach to hold his hands “ it’s not bad izu it’s just cute when your jealous~ I’d rather laugh at your jokes than his me and bakugo are just friends nothing more “ you smile at him. Izuku blushes a bit upon hearing the words you spoke and calling him out to admit his jealousy, “It's just… I can’t help but feel jealous… it’s like no matter what I do, everything goes wrong and you prefer him more than me…”, “ your such a negative thinker! do you think I’d prefer him over you?.. honestly izu you must think I’m crazy or something..” you interlock your finger with his and pull yourself closer to his chest, “Of course I don’t think you prefer him over me…” He says looking away as he felt his face heat up when you got closer to him, trying to avoid eye contact so you wouldn't notice he was blushing a lot, You look up to him as you and cup his cheek with one hand as the other leads his hand to your waist “oh izu your so adorable when your jealous!” You exclaim in excitement. he places his hand on your waist looking anywhere but you trying to avoid eye contact “I-I’m not adorable… sh-shut up”,

You laugh out loud and kiss his soft lips followed by softly bitting his bottom lip “ your so handsome izu” you start to touch up on his hair. His eyes widened as he freezes for a few seconds not knowing what to say “S-stop it… you’re embarrassing me…” he mumbles.

“Y-you’re such a tease… you’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?..” he asks, “Of course I am I love it so much when I get my way with you ~” your pur smiling at him. He wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, trying to look away from you as his face heats up more little by little. You turn his face towards yours “do you want me to stop paying attention to you then?.. since you want to look away from me should I let go?” You smirk “No! I don’t want you to stop,” He quickly says wrapping his arms around your waist tightening and pulling you closer to his body, stuttering as you look up at him mesmerized by your eyes. “I-I mean… don’t let go… y-you can continue your a-Attention to me…”, You laugh and kiss him all around his face grinding on his lower body with your hips “ your such a desperate attention seeker “ you purr. He blushes feeling your grinding on his lower body with your hips, he couldn’t help letting out a gasp and trying to hold back a moan, having trouble speaking…. “S-shut up...I-I’m not an a-attention seeker a-an—“ He was cut off letting out a small moan at the feeling of you grinding on his body, his face turning completely red from embarrassment.

You stop and pull apart form him “oh izu i wish we could continue but we need to head back to class”… he wanted you close to him just a little bit longer, but unfortunately, you were right. He let out a sigh and looked at you with puppy eyes, he honestly looked adorable when he did it.

“Ugh… do we have to go back already? I don’t want to go back yet…” he grumbles..

“You know Mr.Aizawa will be here any moment.. but don’t worry when we’re done you’ll get a little price as a way to forgive me for ignoring you for so long~” you wink at him and bite your bottom lip. the thought of a "price" as a reward for "ignoring" him earlier sounded very tempting. He wanted to ask what that "price" was, but he figured it would be better as a surprise,even so he accepted the fact that both of you had to return to class.. “S-so… this "price", what exactly is it?”, “You’ll find out later needy boy~” “come on let’s head back” you hold his hand leading him to the classroom, Blushing as you call him a "needy boy", which was technically true, if he was being honest. He was just desperate to spend more time with you since he couldn’t stand to see you with Bakugou most of the time, and to top it off, the fact that you wouldn’t tell him what that "price" was was driving him crazy, he just wanted to know what it was..

[maroonswan]

warnings . . . afab!reader , black coded reader, dom/sub, degration, rough spanking, impact play, mention of asshole/anal teasing, spitting, pet name usage (princess,), characters are aged up to their early twenties ! mdni!

Thinking about dom!Bakugo giving his sub!partner a spanking.

Pulling you across his knee and pushing up your skirt/tugging down your pants before pocketing your panties.

You won't need them anymore. They're his now. Just like you are.

With nothing to hide under, he spreads your bare ass cheeks apart between his big strong hands, revealing your puckered asshole and guilty gaping pussy.

He shames you for being such a whore.

"You should see yourself! Already wet and I've barely even touched you. Think you need this bad, don't you, princess?" He asks you before spitting right onto your little asshole, making you gasp. You can feel it dripping down your taint right into your cunt. The nastiness of it driving you crazy with need.

He laughs as he watches how your pussy clenches around nothing, at how you whimper out a yes and beg him to spank you, to make you his good girl again. His grip on your asscheeks so tight it almost hurts.

Yet, it's nothing compared to the sting that first slap. Your eyes fill with tears as he continues, smacking both your ass and pussy lips with the flat of his warm palm.

Baukugo is very vocal throughout, mocking your crys and asking you if this is what you wanted as he slaps at your tender flesh with unpredictable feirce rythem.

Your helpless in Katsuki's grasp; his erection digging into the softness of your belly as the tears rush in streams down your face.

Katsuki's knocking the air out of your lungs before you can even chance to grasp it, delivering the next blow before the burn of the last can start to dull. He's torturing you. Your breath turned ragged from the mix of moans and screams he illicts out of from between your pretty lips; all the words you ever known seeming insufficient as Katsuki literally marks you. You couldn't use them now if you even tried; your ass glowing Katsuki's signature hue of red.

He's turned you into a mess, you know.

Yet, you still can't keep yourself from trying to raise your hips higher into his burning touch. Your swollen clit begging to be toyed with even as he smears your own wetness across your ass with every smack of your sopping cunt.