૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა Warnings — Smut, Nsfw, Minors Do Not Interact. Pussy Jobs, Fem!reader, Bakugou Is

my heart hurts

this is so random but my guilty pleasure is the idea of katsuki in a relationship with gruvia vibes. basically the trope where the s/o falls first but he falls harder

UGHHHH JUST IMAGINE IT. katsuki’s future s/o comes into his life and is just so utterly in love with him. like they’re not even shy to show katsuki how much they love him because they just adore him THAT much.

and at first katsuki is just like tf who even are u…. but like his s/o is persistent and keeps showing their love in so many different ways and doesn’t give up. andddddd that’s when he’s like “oh shit. i’m in too deep.” AHHEEHEH

and omgogmofme like what if bc katsuki never visibly reciprocates their feelings so the s/o thinks they’re just annoying him so they give up. and katsuki realizes he should’ve shown that he loved them back and he has to fight to get their attention back.

brooo. bro. BROOOO. ugh what im saying is juvia + gray = katsuki + s/o. i love it

can someone please find me the fic of you bad mouthing yourself and bakugou goes over each part of your body and why he loves it and then makes you feel good when he gets to the more intimate parts?? please please pleaaaasee

it’s not working.

everyone manifest that he answers 😁

my tummy hurts

my new most favoritest iwa fic 💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼

FIRST & ONLY | IWAIZUMI HAJIME x FEM READER

CONTENT WARNINGS: virgin!reader, virginity loss, slight corruption kink, soft!dom hajime, oral~ f; receiving, fingering, size kink, praise kink, insecure!reader, nipple pinching and sucking, shy!reader, pwp, daddy kink, cumming on tummy and tits, fluffy ending

WORD COUNT: 2660

ADDITIONAL NOTES: not proofread💔 pls leave feedback

‘you sure you wanna do this?’, hajime asked, pulling away from your lips.

you were straddling his lap, needy and breathless as you nodded eagerly, giving an experimental grind down onto his cock to assure him.

he hisses deep in his throat at the action, squeezing your hips to steady you.

‘just wanted to make sure’, he rasps out, toying with the loose fabric at the bottom of your loose tank top.

you bite you bottom lip, smiling nervously as you guide your hands over his, giving him the ok to undress your upper half.

he regains his initiative, remembering that he was the one leading you here.

he tapped your thigh, a signal for you to get up. he laid you down on the bed, splaying your hair out beneath you as he kneeled above you.

‘up’, he mutters, grabbing the hem of your top and lifting it up and over your arms. his breath hitches as your tits came into view, immediately cupping one in his large hand.

you nipple perks up under the cool air as hajime thumbs at it, listening intently to your small noises.

he cooed at how bashful you looked, clad in only your pajama shorts. your head was turned to the side, cheeks flushed as he held your tits. your eyelashes were fluttering shut each time he prodded at your sensitive nipples.

he had half the mind the life, but the other half got the best of him as he lowered his mouth down to your nipple, giving it a kitten lick to test the waters.

you breath out shakily at the motion, your inexperienced body arching up at the touch.

he wraps his lips around the hardened bud, lapping his tongue against it. his hand comes up to squeeze the other between his thumb and forefinger.

your whimpers only egg him on to suck harder, teeth grazing against your areola every few seconds.

one of your hands splayed out against your neck, the other combing through the back of his head as he switched to coat your other nipples with his saliva and teeth marks.

‘hajime..’, you sighed out in pleasure, rubbing your thighs together as the aching between your thighs grew by the second.

he hums into your skin, trailing sloppy kisses down your rib cage and tummy, stopping below your navel where your shorts blocked him.

he lays his hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing reassuring circles into the sides of your tummy.

'this ok?', he asks, sinking down to his knees and grinding his erect cock against the front of your bed.

you tilt your head forward, nodding down at him with lidded eyes as you continue to grind your thighs against each other in an attempt to relieve the constant throbbing at your sex.

he kept his eyes on your tentatively as you pulls your flimsy shorts down your thighs, knees, calves, then around your ankles, placing them on the floor.

your intimate parts were clad with pale pink panties, making you look all the more innocent.

‘so fucking pretty’, hajime muttered, mostly to himself. his warm hands found themselves on the top of your thighs, massaging the fat of them gently.

he wet his lips with his tongue, cursing under his breath when he noticed the small wet patch forming at the front of your panties.

‘hajime’, you whined out, embarrassed at how deeply he was looking at you.

he shushes you, spreading your thighs apart to see more of your sticky wetness absorb the cheap cotton of your panties.

you tilt you head back up, staring at the roof as your mind raced a million miles a minute. what if you smelt bad? what if you were too tight? what if he didn’t like it? what if you couldn’t make him cum?

you failed to notice amongst your racing mind that iwaizumi’s eyes had flickered up to your face, watching as your brows subconsciously knitted together in worry.

he tapped your thigh, bringing you out of your trance of worries.

‘can i eat you out?’

five words which had your stomach bouncing from nervousness and excitement. your hips jolted up at his words, much to your dismay, as you rasped out a quiet ‘please’.

he chuckled softly, quickly looping his fingers under the waistband of your panties, slipping them down with the help of you lifting your hips up. they dangled around one of your ankles.

he looped his strong arms under your thighs, hooking them apart so there was no chance you could try and hide from him. your legs spread, and for the first time in your life, you were showing someone your pussy.

‘fuck’, iwaizumi groaned at the sight of your glistening folds. you were clenching around nothing, and he swore he could see your clit throbbing. there was sticky wetness plastered all over your inner thighs, and without thinking he went to lick it up.

your breath hitched, feeling him lick up the juncture between your inner thigh and cunt. his tongue was so close to where you needed it, yet so far.

you took in a shaky breath, bringing your hands down to grip his hair like you’d seen in the few porn videos you’d watched.

you tugged up gently, directing his tongue to your twinging sex where he eagerly started to lap your juices up.

your fingers fell from their grip in his hair, sighing out in pleasure as all your body parts relaxed like you had never felt before.

‘aaah, hajime’, you hiccuped out as he suckled your clit into his mouth. the pleasure was like nothing you had ever felt before, mouth wide open as wanton moans fell from your lips.

your back was writhing up and down, trying to find the angle where hajime’s mouth felt best. his thumbs pulled your pussylips apart so he was able to tongue fuck you, reaching places you could never with just your fingers.

hajime’s tastebuds were on fire as his tongue flopped around like a dying fish, his want for you was insatiable, he was insatiable.

the lewd squelches and slurps were almost as loud as your moans, but he wanted to make them even louder.

he pulled his tongue out of your hole, watching in a pussydrunk haze with lidded eyes as it fluttered in want.

‘nghh, daddy please’, you whimpered out, albeit the second word was more of a whisper.

if it was possible, hajime felt like the luckiest man in the world. he was the first one to make you feel like this. first and only, that’s for sure. there was no way anyone else was ever going to see you like this.

‘daddy’s got you sweetheart, you taste like heaven’, he admits aloud, teasing your clit by nosing at it.

‘to-touch me’, you begged, hips wiggling around in discomfort and neediness.

he listens to you, flicking his tongue out and against your clit at a slow pace, letting you enjoy the pleasure and relaxation at first.

one of his hands stretches your pussy to the side, the other resting just below it as he slips his middle finger in, wiggling it around to find your spongy spot.

he finds it in record time, knowing he has by the stutter in your moans, just before they became a notch louder.

he continues his menstruations on your clit, squeezing in his ring finger beside his middle one.

you hiss at the slight sting, quickly replaced by a moan and hajime starts to flick his tongue faster against your clit, stimulating you generously.

your hands curl up into fists as you feel the intimate pool of heat in your stomach grow, and you know you're only a minute or so away from cumming.

'you close?', hajime mutters, hot breath hitting your clit. you hum needily in response, lifting your hips up to signal him to continue.

he lays his tongue back down against your clit and begins to use the tip of it to flick up and down your clit at an alarmingly fast pace.

'oh!', you moan out, bringing your hands to your nipples to stimulate yourself even more. you pinch them between your thumb and pointer finger, and you swear you have tears in your eyes from the amount of pleasure on your body.

'gonna cum!', you shriek out helplessly, back snapping back in an arch as hajime curls his fingers into your sweet spot and grazes your clit with his teeth. your hips thrash against the bed as you chase your orgasm, and he continues to press down on that one spot inside of you.

you let out a big, shaky exhale as your hips flop back down. your legs feel like jelly and you're sure almost every inch of your skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat.

a small groan of discomfort leaves your lips as he pulls his fingers out, and you feel him lie down next to you. your eyes flutter open, looking at him for the first time in what feels like forever.

his lips are wet and shiny and covered with your fluids and juices. his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink and his eyes are clouded over with lust. his dark green eyes are locked onto yours, and you can't look away when he slips the same two fingers that were inside you moments ago, into his mouth.

he makes a show of letting his mouth squelch, licking up every last drop of your essence before pulling them out of his mouth, using them to tilt your chin up.

'you still want me to fuck you?', he asks with such bluntness that you forget why you were here in the first place.

you nod, eyes wide with want. he tuts, bringing his mouth down to your neck, just below your ear.

‘gotta hear you say it baby’, he whispers huskily into your ear, climbing back over you.

you bring your hand to the back of his neck, cupping it gently as you bring your mouth to his ear.

‘please, fuck me hajime’, you beg into his ear shyly.

he doesn’t respond, rather sits up as he pulls the grey tank top over his head, revealing his toned and muscled abdomen to you.

you gulp at the sight, your top teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he makes work of his briefs too.

you can’t help the small gasp that leaves your lips when you see how hard he is.

his cock slaps against his stomach, and it’s harder than you’ve ever seen it before (not that you’ve seen it too many times).

the tip is an angry red, leaking with pre cum as he pumps the base, spreading your legs apart.

your breath starts to labour as your knees fall apart, hands folding together and resting on your upper stomach.

he guides his cock to your pussy, tapping the head of it against your clit.

‘gonna put it in now, ok?’, he says, shifting his weight onto his left arm as his right hand cups your cheek and strokes it with his thumb.

you nod, muttering out a meek ‘ok’, as you gulp in anticipation and fear.

he grabs the root of his cock, taking in a deep breath as he starts to push the head of his cock inside of you.

it pops in easily, no doubt due to the work of his mouth and tongue earlier. you’re clenching around him hard, pupils dilated as you take the time to admire his handsome face.

you bring one of your hands to his shoulder, gripping it tightly as he pushes more of himself inside of you. he’s biting on his tongue to retrain himself from shoving the rest of himself in.

‘so tight’, he groans, pushing another few inches in. half of his cock was inside you now, and your legs were trembling as you tried your best to keep them open wide.

‘hajime’, you moaned quietly, lifting your hips up. you wanted him, all of him inside of you now.

‘put the rest in’, you pleaded, eyes wide and lips in a small pout. his eyes meet yours, jaw clenched.

‘you sure?’, he asked, letting the last bit of self restraint he had go.

you nod eagerly, lashes fluttering bashfully as he sheathes the rest of his cock inside of you, balls slapping against your asscheeks.

‘shit’, he moans, bringing his head to rest in the junction between your neck and collarbone.

your mouth is wide open, eyes squeezed shut as the sound of your angelic moans and whimpers filled the room.

you’d never felt so fucking full before. the tip of his cock was pressing in just the right spot which had you writhing and pathetically thrashing your pelvis upwards against his own.

‘move, please’, you whisper out brokenly, you’re not even sure if he could hear you.

he does, and lifts his head up, placing a quick sloppy kiss on both of your cheeks. he grips your waist, pulling his cock out of you slowly, before slamming back in, letting himself chase his pleasure.

you whine out lowly at the sensation, gripping his shoulders harshly. the sensation only eggs him on to fuck you harder, and he does.

his dick is covered in a translucent liquid, making it even easier for him to slip himself in and out of you.

each time he jabs his cock back in, his cockhead presses against a spot deep inside of you which has your clit twitching and vocal chords vibrating as you beg for more.

you’re crying out chants of his name over and over as your eyeballs roll to the back of your head in pleasure.

one of his hands snakes down to rub at your clit, and you’re creaming around his cock without even realising.

your pussy is wrapped around him like superglue, sucking him in as he uses every fibre of his body to keep fucking you through your orgasm and not cumming inside of you.

you’re basically a ragdoll as he keeps hitting that one spot inside of you, letting you ride out your orgasm as long as you can.

there’s tears falling from your lash line as you let out one last shaky moan, before your body falls limp, concluding possibly the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had, and will have.

he slowly pulls his cock out, using your cum as lube as he quickly starts to pump himself at the same pace he was fucking you mere seconds ago.

it doesn’t take long for him to spray his cum all over your stomach, some reaching your underboob. his eyes are locked on your lewd expression, eyes misty with tears and relief.

he throws his head back and let’s put a small groan as the rest of his seed splatters all over your tits, making your nipples perk up.

his now soft cock hangs down as he sits on the edge of the bed for a few moments, catching his breath.

stepping up, he walks over to your closet to grab you one of his old t shirts and briefs which he quickly dressed himself with.

he grabs a towel and washcloth from his nightstand, crawling over next to you.

‘was i good?’, you ask, grabbing the towel to clean your tummy and boobs with.

he wipes the sweat from your forehead with the washcloth, smirking down at you.

‘you were perfect baby. so good for me’, he praises you, watching how you blush and keen underneath him.

he grabs another old t shirt, this time for you to wear as he dresses you, much to your dismay.

‘i can dress myself, hajime’, you pout as your head pops up through the neck hole of the shirt.

‘just rest, my sweet’, he says, tucking you in and chucking the towels into the laundry hamper next to the bed.

he strokes your forehead for a bit, admiring your relaxed expression until he’s almost sure you’re asleep.

‘i love you’, he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple before stepping up, tip toeing to the door so he could go start dinner.

‘hajime?’, you croak out, lifting an eyelid as he turns around in surprise, expecting you to be dozing off.

‘yeah?’

‘i’m glad you were my first’, you say, giving him a sleepy smile.

his tongue pokes into the corner of his cheek, filled his gratitude and wondering how we got so blessed with you.

‘me too baby. i’ll be your first and only.’

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𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐮𝐡𝐦 𝐲𝐞𝐚!

your lips brush against each other and you’re situated in his lap hands settling on his broad shoulders while his rests on the small of your back pressing you closer against him and his other holds your face, thumb caressing your temple. he pulls back to look at you, really look at you and take you in.

you’re panting, lips bruised and a little dazed he thinks you look cute. a smirk tugs at his lips, he breathlessly chuckles, the laugh rumbling throughout his chest “you still with me, baby?” he asks teasingly. eyes flickering up to look at you, nodding and saying something about more. his lips travel to the span of your jaw pressing soft but meaningful kisses to the skin. he’s invading your senses and if he’s being honest you’re invading his.

a soft moan of “katsuki” leaves your lips as his lips travel behind your ear and he kisses that spot that leaves you dizzy. “you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, ya know?” he says. you squirm a bit in his hold his hair ticking your cheek “you think so?” you tease but also for that part of you yk? the part that sometimes needs reassurance. “i know so” he retorts quick to wash away your doubtful thoughts. his hand moves to rest on your hip giving it a squeeze as he nips at your ear “my pretty girl” he affirms.

and it’s your turn to look at him, eyes holding emotion much too intense to put into words, so he does what he can with this. holding you close, pressing your body against his, laying delicate kisses along your skin, allowing himself to let you hold his heart the same way you let him hold yours. washing away any doubt that comes to your mind about you, about him, about both of you together.

kissing on white sheets and the sound of frank ocean in the background leave you both feeling nothing but comfort in each other’s presence. and in this moment that you share together, a soon to be memory not only in your minds but also in your hearts, you’re certain, as certain as the sky is blue, that you love katsuki and katsuki loves you.

Bakugou being a soft dom chocking reader

And grinding on her Some Degration if you don’t mind

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18+ mdni, fem!reader // cw: choking, bondage, degrading, established relationship. soft dom!bakugou.

i see this with a slightly older, more experienced bakugou. when he's more calm and patient towards the world to surround him.

definitely has to be an established relationship, even better if you're his long-term girlfriend or perhaps even his wife. he's a man who loves being in control, however he also greatly appreciates it if you trust him entirely with your body and free will; allowing his hands to hold the reins when it comes to making decisions in the bedroom. he just wants to make you feel good and is happiest when you let him do so; when you let him feel needed.

and years of intimate partnership can bring that to the table. along with other things.

i think when you'd both be in the mood for something a bit more special and he wouldn't be all that tired because of his job, he'd take control over your body slowly; carefully. unlike his earlier years, he'd take his time in a way you wouldn't even notice him taking over because of how he'd be able to keep you busy with little affections that would make sure you're being spoiled rotten - right to the core. just like his pretty little wife deserves.

so imagining bakugou as a soft dom, he'd be up for some bondage. nothing too extravagant - he's more of an easy, quick access kind of guy - he'd restrain you by tying your wrists to the headboard of the bed, but would also leave soft, open-mouthed kisses along both of your forearms whilst checking the knots aren't tied too tight. he'd run his warm hands all over your half-naked body, all until your spine would be pushing upwards from the mattress and your mouth would be pleading him to please, please, please give you more.

he'd cool down the warm saliva he'd leave on your skin by blowing on it, tired red eyes watching you shiver in the midst of it. he'd make you soaking wet with all this warm, soft-around-the-edges attention he'd be showering you with, all until a damp patch would form right over the delicate cotton of your panties, despite that he didn't even start touching you between your legs yet. he'd kiss you gently, but would also apply pressure with the way he'd push his tongue into your mouth so that he'd be able to swallow your needy moans. he's greedy.

the dominance would start to show in the way he'd hold you by the jaw when you'd start to whine, and by the way he would make you keep kissing him until he's satisfied - usually until your lips feel swollen and awfully tender, and his own turn a dark pink. he'd leave your legs unrestrained just so you'd be able to wrap them around his waist and he'd feel your warmth as you'd both start to rock against each other.

he wants you close when he's in control. always wants you wrapped around him, feeling every limb of yours on him.

i think the pure, blatant need you'd start exhibiting for him during all this teasing would make this man so hard it'd hurt. you'd just feel a firm bulge pressing between your sopping folds the moment he gets you completely naked. he grows bigger and bigger, the cotton of his sweatpants absorbing your arousal, making an outright mess on the fabric which he surprisingly doesn't seem to care about in that exact moment. he starts grinding against you in response, more eager by the minute, like a dirty dog of a husband, even if he's drowning you in loving kisses and sweet touches that would otherwise make your teeth ache if it wasn't done by him.

and fuck, he's so big above you. one of his scarred hands is right next to your head, the other resting on your lower back; pulling you upwards at the middle just so that he can feel you even better. you want to touch him so bad, claw at him, mark him, anything, but you can't. the stupid restraints are driving you insane, and he can sense it as you try to pull free to tame the heat that's forming in your thighs and is climbing higher, higher, higher. your evident desperation brings a smile forward and it's goddamn sneaky, like one of a feline as it curls against your hot, panting mouth even if he's nowhere near as graceful as a cat.

he isn't all that verbal, he never is during sex, but you can hear him grunting softly; deep breaths mixing in-between each sound that rumbles deep in his chest like thunder. he hunches and covers you entirely with his bigger body as his tongue itches to say something vulgar. giving into temptation, he degrades you because it's in the heat of the moment, but he does make sure to sneak in compliments into the harshness just so you don't start to scold him in return.

because, unexpectedly, you wear the pants in this relationship.

so he calls you his pretty slut, his needy little girl that's so pathetic because of how badly she wants his dick. he tells you that he's positive you'll do just about anything to get him to stuff you full; that you look like the part in that exact moment. that you look like a girl who'd gladly accept his load; all nasty and depraved, squirming on top of the sheets like that. that if you love having his tongue in your mouth like that, he wonders what you'll be like the moment he goes lower and sticks it into your sticky little hole instead.

and he's gently cooing at you as he speaks those filthy words into your ear or into your mouth, and is perhaps even mocking and making fun of your little mewls and pleas which sound almost broken as they leave your throat because of his hand that has wound up around your neck at some point.

he chokes you as he ruts into you in a way that makes you feel him entirely; even through the layers of clothes he still has on. you want to gasp but he applies just enough pressure that it ever so slightly restricts your airway, making you shudder from the sensation that you know he'll keep on the safe side. thick digits dig deep in all the right places as your mouth pops open and he uses the chance to kiss you again. make you burn all over and experience heatwaves that cause sweat to glimmer on your already-dewy skin.

you can feel him between your legs, all throbbing and heavy when he places his tongue atop your own again. the weight of his cock makes your gaze drop downward and your toes curl against the small of his back as you try to push your hips upwards to gain even more friction. to gain even more pleasure. and he sneers at that ever so slightly, and chuckles at it, too. his thumb drags along your jawline as he squeezes your neck to make you look at him again, and his tired grin is faint but it shines bright like a thousand suns because it is so very rare.

all of it is an assertive kind of control that only years of trust and shared experiences can bring, but it is never forceful; never quite as mean. he cares about you, even as he speaks filth and hints at wanting to fuck you like you're nothing but a mere toy. he loves you even if in that moment - just that single, fleeting moment - he loves your pussy just a little bit more.

your reactions make him feel confident. make him feel like this strong, capable man who you'd fawn over like some silly damsel in distress and who you depend on. he'd never admit it, but it lights up that primal, purely male part of his brain and he just can't help it. he knows you're capable of taking care of yourself just fine, but it's ingrained into his psyche whether he likes it or not.

and all of it makes you nearly delirious, too. he's got that dazed look in his eye as he watches you offer yourself to him so blatantly; the one that makes him pick up the pace and that has you wrapped around his little finger. the one that has got your entrance fluttering around nothing because you're just so ready to take him already. to love him properly the moment he sets you free.

patient, older bakugou has an effect like that, i suppose. he wipes your brain cells away one by one; until you're dumb even before he fucks you into something even dumber.

When You’re Being Clingy

masterlist

ooc bakugou bc he’s supa soft only for you

My girl🧡: sukiiiii i miss you come hommmmmee🥺

Suki <3: i miss you too pretty girl i’ll be home soon. this meeting is taking me forever, deku won’t stop talking.

My girl🧡: just leave they don’t need you there because i need you here. Don’t they know your girlfriend wants attention?

Suki <3: bastards. i swear they’re taking forever on purpose.

Suki <3: I know i wanna be there too baby. then when i’m home your suki’s gonna give you all his attention

My girl🧡: but want you now🥺

Suki <3: Fucking finally just got outa there i’m coming baby leave the door unlocked i forgot my key this morning.

My girl🧡: kay 😊

Suki <3: okay i’ll be there in a bit, I love you Y/N

My girl🧡: Love you too suki <3

tired 😴