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Its when he...

its when he grabs your inner thighs and spreads your legs looking into your eyes and smiling softly and he goes down on you eating you out like a dog on a hot day with no water. Its when you arch your back and scream his name and he keeps going because hes a good boy who lets his darling orgasm. Its when you pant and tremble and he stops as he leaves kisses and hickies as well as bite marks all over your beautiful body. Its when he caresses your skin and and holds you firmly and sits you on his lap looking up at you in the eyes. Its when he asks softly in youe ear "you ready baby?" and you nod with thighs trembling and your pussy dripping wet. Its when he slowly puts it in you just for you to scream out in pleasure and he pounds you and holds your waist putting his face in your collar. Its when he kisses your neck and whispers how much of a good girl you are and telling you what a good job your doing. Its when you cry and scream in pleasure as you claw it his back and shoulders. Its when he asks permission to cum in you and you cry out a yes and he holds you down on his cock and he cums in you. Its when you pant and held on to him and held on to you as well. Its when he finishes pumping you full and he slowly pulls out. Its when you whine slightly and he gently lays you down on the bed and he lays next to you cuddling you praising you. Its when he holds you close and cleans you up and gets you dressed gently. Its when he gets some boxers on and lays next to you and holds you softly until you fall asleep. Its when he makes sure your asleep to whisper how much he truly loves you…..Its when he loves you

cuddling with bakugou!!

fluff, softie!bakugou, fem!reader, pet names/nicknames, pro-hero au, timeskip au + sfw!!

Bakugou was the type to take your phone and lay down beside you. he always then say, "too much exposure to phones is bad." And proceeds to cuddle with you, or even, he would let you rest on top of him. There is this feeling that he has something to carry on. The weight on his arms knowing that he has someone that protects, trusts, and cherishes, makes him even more motivated on his goal.

"Are you comfortable baby?" He said in a soft voice. The raspy voice was still there, but the tone was like a music itself. It was addicting.

You buried your face on his chest, "mhm... i am katsuki, you feel so nice and warm," he could definitely feel your smile on his chest.

He chuckled, "i know, i know, let's sleep now okay?" Then he kissed your foreead. "Good night, princess."

"Good night katsuki, love you" you softly said and began to fall asleep.

He smiled at himself.

"I love you too."

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neither your alarm clock nor iwaizumi were what woke you up this morning.

instead, what woke you up had been the loud beating of the heavy down-pouring rain from outside hitting against your bedroom window that had caused you to jolt from your slumber. however, it really was a pleasure to see the sight of the sky accompanied by its dim lighting when your eyes fluttered open. and with the curtains not being drawn back yet, still in their state of covering the window, it made your room much darker than normal.

more so, the temperature in your room felt much colder even under the warm sheets that laid on top of you – one thin sheet, a thin duvet, and then a considerably thicker duvet to top it all off. but the comforting man that rested beside you radiated such delightful warmth, that the cold rainy mist weather couldn’t even compare to his loving heat one bit.

just as a guess, it was probably around seven-forty in the morning. you would wake up in the earlier morning hours every wednesday and thursday because of your somewhat unfortunate university class schedules, but at least luckily for you, they were situated through online sites.

thanks to having the online lectures now, you have been able to give yourself a break by staying in bed while listening instead of having to go through the never-ending struggle of trying to find somewhat proper outfits to wear or trying to get to a certain class on time.

you never really knew why you chose to set an alarm for yourself though, because you always ended up waking up before it would ring anyways.

shifting under the covers from your side and onto your back, you reached your hand over to the nightstand and gripped your phone in your hand. bringing it to your face, your eyes squinted heavily at the brightness of the screen when you turned it on. quickly tapping through your apps, you finally opened the clock app and turned off your alarm before it could start going off, then proceeded to slam it back onto your nightstand.

rubbing away at your eyes, you tried to forget the excruciating light of your phone that just ruined your sight before you started to turn your side to lift your legs out of the bed.

yet, before you could completely sit your whole body up, a pair of rough hands reached out to your waist from behind, pulling you back down, and iwaizumi hastily circled his arms around your hips to pull you back against him when he started to feel you leave your warm spot in bed. a small hum of surprise leaves your throat at the feeling of his embracing arms and their tightening grip that seems to increase with every second.

iwaizumi had never been a very deep sleeper, but you didn’t think that with such small movements you made that it would actually alert him even in his exhausted state.

“where do you think you’re going?” a deep grumble left him as he slurred lowly, pulling you back close enough to him, pressing his face into your back and nudging his nose against the nape of your neck.

you lightly patted his hand that sat atop your hip-bone with yours as an uncontainable smile lifted at your lips. turning your head a bit to look over behind your shoulder, you replied, “i’m getting my laptop. i have a class today, haji.”

it took him just a few seconds to process what you had said. considering he couldn’t hear much due to having his face buried against you and your pillow, all he really heard was the words ‘laptop’ and ‘class’. he assumed you were talking about something for your schooling, so he settled for slowly releasing his iron tight grip on you. you sighed silently, sitting up and dropping your bare feet onto the cold hardwood floor, and stepped quietly over to your desk where your laptop was laid and was completely charged.

sitting yourself back on the bed, you brought one of your legs up, sliding it under the covers and bringing the other one along suit. making yourself comfortable, you soon plopped the device on your lap and opened it.

the boy that laid beside you watching your every move squinted his eyes at the bright screen, his face quickly moving to hide inside the junction of his arm. luckily for you, you had turned down the brightness in enough time before he could get the chance to complain about it. as you clicked against the mousepad beneath the keyboard, you navigated your way to the school website and found your assigned lecture link.

iwaizumi listened closely to the clicks of the laptop and your small breaths while keeping his eyes closed.

the rain outside still fell at its heavy pace, coming close to almost drowning out the sounds of your breathing that iwaizumi was listening to in order to remember that you were right beside him. the sounds of your tapping against the laptop were loud compared to the downpour against the bedroom window, but it was only those sounds he could hear the most because he was laying so close to you, meaning he could hear them a lot more clearly.

bringing his head up a bit, he took his face out of the darkness of his inner elbow and peeked an eye open at the screen. a small frown accommodated itself on his face when he saw the text displayed saying to wait for the meeting to start. shifting about in his spot slowly, he shimmied himself closer to you and once again, snuck his arms under yours and around your torso.

you moved yourself a bit to assist with his position, letting him swing his leg behind your laptop and over your legs, allowing his arms to pull your half-sat body closer, and lifting your left arm up for him to move underneath and lay his head on your stomach.

“business class today?” he questioned in a quiet mumble, his voice being muffled between both his drowsiness and the fabric of his oversized shirt that you were wearing over your figure. his eyes were now opened a slight bit, his focus on the loading button that sat in the middle of the screen. a scoff left his mouth, the small good and bad memories of his several school days filling his mind as he snuggled further into your warmth.

you smiled to yourself when you felt him relax against you, his whole body exhaling as he let his awakened state leave himself. his cheek was smushed in the underside of your chest, his skin slightly jutting out with his lips showing a pout and his eyes starting to doze off into a straight line. throwing an arm over his shoulder, you placed your hand into his hair to give it comforting scratches. you giggled lightly when you caught the tight-lipped smile that engulfed him, his eyes arching into two crescent moons.

“mhm, just waiting for the professor to start now.”

“someone must be late then,” he chuckled gradually, his eyes still closed tight. tilting his head further into your tummy, he nuzzled his cheek against it, adjusting his position slightly and then settling down again.

you laughed lightly, fingers still stroking lovingly through his short spiky tresses, almost as if to lure him back into his slumber. helping him fall back asleep was probably the best option anyways. you definitely didn’t want to keep him awake for no reason, especially since on most days he could barely get enough decent sleep as an athletic trainer. all of the days filled with several hours of team practice and training took many tolls on him. a lot of the time you just never bothered to try and spend more time with him because you much rathered making sure that he got enough rest before the practice days for the volleyball championships were going to start.

but being like this, with his arms wrapped around you in all of his soft and sleepy glory, his head buried into your chest making you feel all cozy and warm. there would never be anything more that you could ask for from iwaizumi. even without doing anything imposing or extensive for you, he was giving you so much growing affection that you already felt more than enough joy. and the best part about having the early online classes was being able to see iwaizumi first thing in the morning.

“when is your class?” he asked, breaking the small silence with a low mumble of his voice.

“at seven-forty-five, but the professor for this class is always a bit late.” you answered assuringly, clicking around the site just to make sure that you had pressed on the correct lecture link. “well that’s not good,” he said casually, lifting his chin a bit to press it on your stomach and look towards the window, “being late is supposed to be a big no-no.”

“maybe they are just having technical difficulties today, you know how long those can take to fix. cut them some slack haji.”

“but still,” he whined, curling himself against you with furrowed brows and his lips jutted out even further than before. “i’m just being bitter. we’re supposed to be sleeping right now, so why did your schedule have to ruin that.”

“don’t worry honey, the class will be over in no time and then i will be able to cuddle you back to sleep,” you said after releasing a dry laugh, “i promise.”

he grunted in ignorance at you, even though he really loved the idea. from the looks that he was getting from the weather outside, he could only think of ways to persuade you into staying in bed for the whole day and just ordering take-out. just the simple thought of being in bed with food and your favourite shows all day sounded like the ultimate heaven to him.

and of course, not to mention the fact that he could finally spend some quality time with you after his extremely conflicting training schedules. brief calls and texts, the small cheek kisses he would receive whenever he had to take a quick leave to the practice gymnasium, all the times he wished to stay in bed with you but had to leave in the early hours before you would awaken. all of it was not sufficient enough for his needs and wants for your love and affection.

“how long will your class be?” he asked plainly. “about thirty minutes at most,” you replied, causing him to let out a grumble from his throat.

“but that’s so long.”

“then you’ll just have to wait.” you said casually. the screen on your laptop started to change, prompting you to unmute your microphone. you immediately clicked on the option and the lecture started to load. before it could open, you spoke. “the class is starting now. just go to sleep and i’ll join you when it’s over.”

iwaizumi scoffed lightly, casting a dark glance to the screen before he closed his eyes again. he pressed his ear as close to your chest as he could and tried to focus on your steady heartbeat.

his arms curled softly around your torso, and his eyes started to droop. he knew he could easily fall asleep like this forever. he always did already anyways.

Though he knows he doesn't mean this, Bakugou Katsuki regrets taking your virginity.

Not in a deep, emotional way, no. The night he made love to you for the first time was a wonderful night, one that he'll probably never forget. It was romantic and you were so, so good for him, letting him take care of you all night long. He didn't want you to lift a finger that night, he just wanted you to make pretty noises while you enjoyed yourself, and you definitely delivered.

No, no, Katsuki regretted taking your virginity because ever since, you've been absolutely insatiable.

As soon as he'd enter your dorm, you'd be on him, kissing him and humping his thigh and whispering about how much you missed him, missed his touch. Within minutes, your clothes would be off, and his cock would either be deep down your throat or pounding your pussy.

And at first, Katsuki loved it. Do you know how ego-boosting it is for your girlfriend to practically beg you for sex anytime you come over? But it quickly became... a lot.

At first you could only do one round. Then you wanted two. Then you began stretching on to three. And Katsuki has a decent amount of stamina, but with how long and how frequently you wanted him to fuck you, he was having trouble catching up.

And for a moment, he considers talking about it with you. Setting a boundary that and saying "hey, I don't think I can fuck you this much." He knows you'd be understanding, and he'd rather bring it up than push it aside.

But then, you're down beneath him, mouth open and drooling and making the prettiest noises, breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts and pussy tightening around him so addictively, and Katsuki never wants to stop fucking you.

even as a worm? - Bakugou Katsuki x reader

｡ₓcharacters: Bakugou Katsuki x reader ｡ₓcontent: canonverse! FLUFF!! ｡ₓsummary: onset shenanigans with pro hero Katsuki ｡ₓword count: 480 ｡ₓa/n: NOT PROOFREAD! Aged up/pro hero Bakugou

You’ve been on the interview circuit all day with Katsuki. The clock now reaching seven pm, your aching cheeks and growling stomach were begging for this day to be over, and as if the gods heard your silent prayers, you were both informed this would be the last interview of the day.

Katsuki sighs next to you and slumps into the couch that had been your home for the day. As if forgetting where you both were, he reaches out to play with your hair. Wrapping a lock around his index finger, Katsuki twirls the hair before pushing it back behind your ear with a softness only shown behind your apartment door. He trails his fingers over your cheek and down your jaw, palm flattening over your skin to cup your face, and only after he moves slightly forward as if to lean in for a kiss does he stop and pull back.

“Did'ya wake up?” you tease the now blushing pro-hero. Katsuki shakes away the haze that had filled his head, blinking a few times before dragging his hands over his face. “I-fuck. I’m so tired.”

“If you keep doing that, you’re gonna get wrinkles.” You wrap your fingers around his wrist and try to pull them away, but Katuski doesn’t budge.

“If I get wrinkles, will they stop making me do these stupid interviews?” His voice is muffled.

You hum as if thought before finally answering. “You’ll probably get more. You’ll be seen as a wise old hero who appeals to all ages of fangirls.”

Katsuki groans and pulls his hands away from his face. Your hand slips from his wrist to entwine with his fingers. The rough calluses and scars from years of raining and work are comforting as you squeeze his hand.

“But would you still love me if I have wrinkles?” Bakugou turns to you.

“I’d love you even if you were a worm,” you swear and push up from your spot to press a loving kiss against his cheek.

Katsuki scoffs. “Really? A worm?”

“Mhmm. A slimy, old, wrinkly worm.”

He turns his face to yours. Eyebrows furrowed in disbelief before bursting into giggles. “You freak” He kisses your nose. “Worm fucker”

You start to laugh even as you kiss him quickly. Katsuki returns the kiss, now laughing with you as you giggle into each other’s mouths.

“Alright, love birds, we’re on in 30. Either keep going on national tv or stop it” The producer’s voice cuts through your moment.

Bakugou kisses you once more before pulling away. He lets go of your hand but places it gently in your lap before settling into his spot on the couch.

“I’d love you too,“ he mumbles.

"As a worm?” you tease, a smile forming on your lips.

“As a worm,” he confirms and winks at you, which has you beaming up at him.

“Alrighty. Live in 3, 2, 1.”

Bakugou x reader

warnings: none, thunderstorms lol.

a/n: Just a lil something based on my adventures last night haha

The first crackle of thunder sounds throughout the house and Katsuki takes the headphones off his ears and pauses his game. He stares at the door to the game room with a tiny smirk.

“Yo Blasty, you good over there? Why are we paused?” Denki says over the headset.

“Just gimme a damn second Sparky. I’m waiting on somethin’,” he says, eyes still locked on the closed door.

Lightning lights up the sky a few minutes later and right after, a large crack of thunder shakes the house so much Katsuki winces slightly. His smile widens as he hears the commotion in the house.

A door being wrenched open, a pair of soft stomps getting closer to the game room door and then finally, the door bursting open to show a very terrified you standing in the doorway looking at Katsuki with wide eyes and your hands cupped over your ears.

“Ahh there she is,” Katsuki says, chuckling to himself. He holds a hand out to you and very quickly you tiptoe over to him, grab his hand and slip onto his lap to bury your face in his neck.

“What’s going on man, you good?” It’s Kirishima’s voice this time, a hint of worry in his voice.

“Tsk, yeah I’m good. Will just have a guest with me for the rest of the time we’re playin’,” he says, wrapping an arm around your back to maneuver you so he can comfortably reach the mouse. Another rumble of thunder and you whimper and tighten your grip around his neck.

“Where are your headphones Sweets?” he asks softly in your ear.

“Dead and charging,” you reply in a muffled voice from his neck.

He chuckles again. “S’alright. I gotcha,” he whispers.

You’re so goddamn cute when you’re like this. You’re usually not this clingy. Sure, you like to hold his hand when the two of you are out, or you drape a leg over him when the two of you are sitting on the couch watching tv, but usually you’re to yourself, quiet and vibing.

“Tell the guys I say hi,” you say, as your breath tickles his neck.

“They can hear ya,” he replies ”Don’t be rude fuckers, say hi to my girl,” he bites back.

A chorus of hellos ring out from the headsets and you smile at the screen before another thunderclap hits and your back to hiding in Katsuki’s neck.

Katsuki won’t admit it aloud but thunderstorms are his favorite. It never fails. Whenever the storms start you find him wherever he is in the house and cling to him for dear life. He knows you’re strong, knows you don’t usually show this vulnerability around anyone else but he loves that you show it with him. He loves the idea that when you’re completely terrified you run to him, you seek him out, you trust him enough to protect you.

So he holds you and rubs your back as you koala onto him during the storm. He places soft kisses on your forehead between cool downs and breaks while he’s gaming with the rest of his friends and when your headphones are finally charged, he plays with one hand so you can sit at his feet and squeeze his hand when the thunder is too loud for the music to drown out.

“Alright fuckers, don’t think just cuz I’m gaming with one hand you’ll be able to beat me. I’ll dominate you all,” he says as he gives you one last peck on the forehead and unpauses the game.

I HAD TO REQUEST ANOTHER ONE ♡ NO RUSH BBY , YK IM PATIENT ♡

Bakugou katsuki and - "shielding their eyes from something scary" on the ways to say I love you!!

I can't handle scary movies or a lot of blood at all ♡ I can imagine he's really dulled off to that because heroics in contrast !!

♡♡♡

selection :: list no.5 ;; prompt 24

warnings :: very brief mentions of violence and blood (the word ‘blood’ used once), gn!reader

a/n :: thank you thank you for sending a prompt in pretty, honestly thankful you sent one in i’d love to somehow repay your kindness. honestly you got me through that exam season, can’t thank you enough so i hope you like this <3 i’ll do the other one you requested lovely, promise :)

˗ˏˋ event ! ´ˎ˗

he does it so often you swear it became a reflex of his.

katsuki’s arm keeps you close to his side as his fingers trace up and down your arm, leaving a trail of warmth with each distance they travel across your bare skin. it’s an absent-minded action, one that eases him into a clear train of thought as you snuggle into him under a blanket on the couch.

“don’t look, babe, the next scene’s bloody.”

his tone is calm, as if the skin-crawling screams and cries the TV emits weren’t something that poked at his interest or distress signals. it’s the type of unbothered someone reaches after being exposed to something for long, and the numbing that comes as a result. there was nothing more gruesome than what he’d encountered on the path of herowork— that left no space for softness or faint heartedness.

yet, katsuki can’t help the way his calloused hand flies from your arm and gently pushes your head against his chest, letting it rest there as his hand hangs before your eyes.

the action is simple, but it doesn’t stop you smiling against him as you shift your head, just until your face hides in the toasty warmth that is him.

“thank you, katsu.”

his fingers graze your skin once more, this time on the side of your face.

“can’t risk nightmares, even if your stubborn ass decides to test fate.”

it’s a pleasant thing to hear him speak, head still as you hum with a little laugh. “my hero.”

katsuki scoffs at the title, hiding a little chuckle. “mhm, i’d better be.”

had you taken the risk and looked up at him, you would’ve been able to notice his own looking down at your figure. katsuki’s eyes weren’t quite his usual tone of red, the colour shifted slightly and illuminated by the screen lights dancing on his face. a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips, not quite permanent but long-lasting.

he has no reaction to the violence displayed in front of him, but it’s an unspoken rule— an unspoken promise he’s made to not let it or any other violence rip through your cushioned heart or mind. watching this movie and all the others he knew you wouldn’t— couldn’t stand, for what you didn’t know was before you was something he was willing to do.

as long as he could make sure to shield you from any horrors you couldn’t stand to see yourself when he watched it again, with you.

“you’re welcome.”

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kiss me

bingo slot: first kiss

words: 2.3k

paring: bakugou x reader

warnings: none ?

You knew that from the moment you woke up to the time you stepped out of your room, someone was bound to attack you. Whether it was your younger brother or your best friend, you were never surprised. Your best friend, Katsuki Bakugou, had been in your life quite literally from the time you were carried into your house two days after you were born, up until now. His family had moved into their house the day you were born and surprisingly they had a little boy that was just a few months older than you. You two had known each other from diapers and playdates your mothers would set up, and you were both now seniors in high school.

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Sweet (Like Honey) | K. Bakugou

Entry 02 | The Virginity Chronicles

Summary: When Katsuki finds out in the worst way possible that Deku is, in fact, not a virgin anymore, he takes matters into his own hands and decides to seek you out.  

(Or, alternatively; Katsuki fucks for the first time)

Paring: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, virginity loss, fingering, dry humping, cunnilingus,  creampie, multiple orgasms, no contraception mentioned, extremely unrealistic (seriously, this is not what losing your virginity is actually like), characters are aged up to 18

Note: So this was inspired by someone on my AO3, who wondered what Bakugou would be like when he lost his virginity. And this is what my brain had to say. 

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Babycakes!! I got Bakugou on the brain and I wanna know how you feel about this idea

Okay so friends to lovers Bakugou (because friends to lovers is the only thing I know how to do) who wants to take you out on a date first before you guys have sex but one day y'all are making out and get a little too carried away, desperately dry humping each other, teeth clashing, fingers gripping each other a little too tight until you finally cum and make a mess of your clothes - 🍓

pleaaaase omg strawb you’re feeding my brain rot here 😖‼️

pairing: bakugou x fem!reader

cw: smut, MDNI 18+, dry humping, some dirty talk uwu

gasp but can you imagine, you’re in bakugou’s lap, his hands pushing up your shirt because he’s so fucking desperate to touch you. he knows he shouldn’t, he knows he should wait— touching you like this wasn’t part of his plan just yet, no matter how many times he’d dreamed of this moment...but shit, you’re so pretty like this above him. your lips are bruised and bitten a shade of red that rivals his eyes, even as they travel your face for any doubts. your clothes are mussed, chin shining with spit from where your lips crashed against one another in a messy kiss and there’s shades of deep blue and purple blossoming against your sweat licked skin from where the blonde has marked you as his own.

katsuki’s dreamed of this, your smaller-than-his hands roaming his body, sliding underneath his shirt to rake your nails down his honey abs. he doesn’t know why he’s so nervous, he’d done this before— snuck away from parties you attended together to fuck whoever came his way. he’d touched people in the same way you explored him now— so why the fuck was he acting like a teenager having a girl in his bedroom for the first time?

because he loved you, he’d waited through teen romances and college break ups for you and now katsuki bakugou was finally getting a taste of the girl he loved. “we shouldn’t— fuck, yn...i wanted to fuckin’ wait babe,” the blonde heaves under swipes of his tongue against your bottom lip, sitting up to force his pink muscle through your parted lips, exploring your hot mouth. it’s a messy exchange of spit and small, precious moans— your bodies sparking with heat as you press harder and harder against one another. “don’ wanna fuck ya like this, wanna wait...”

“katsuki,” you whine out so fucking sweetly that the sound goes straight to his throbbing cock pushed up against your doughy thighs. you grab at his hands that burn marks into your hips and drag them under your shirt, letting the blonde paw at your breasts while lust fizzes in the little air thats left between you. “katsu, don’ care just ...touch me...” you plead for him, beg your best friend between sloppy kisses and slow grinds of your hips above his hard on.

the blonde shudders at the feeling and the sound, your fat, slick folds practically visible through the thin layer of your leggings— they slide perfectly over his length, so warm that he can only begin to imagine what you feel like underneath all those clothes. his head spins at the way you call for him, like you need him, like you love him and how he makes you feel. “yeah baby?” bakugou coos lowly, sitting up to chase your lips as he takes control and moves your body over him. he ruts up, forcing his tip to push your pussy lips from over your clothes— smirking into the kiss when you desperately tut back. “you need me? want me to fuckin’ touch yer, yeah?”

you keen into his touch, losing trace of kastki’s lips as he tweaks your pebbled nipples from under your shirt— letting you roll your hips in circles to create friction against his sex. dopamine dances across your brain at the feeling of his thick, prominently veined cock pushing at your clit from underneath your clothes— it all feels so new, so fucking good like you’ve never felt it before. “suki, please... ohmygod please...y’so big, s’good...” you slur, breathing laboured from the way you hump his bulge.

“i know baby, suki knows,” katsuki pushes open your mouth with his tongue, swapping salvia with you before he starts to thrust upwards— your dripping cunt leaking all over his grey sweats. “dreamt of ya, seein’ you like this on my dick— fuck baby, s’much better than in my fuckin’ head. gonna let me make you cum, sweet girl? shit, need’ya to let me make you cum baby,”

you nod your lips push into a needy pout, so fucking cutely and it’s all for fucking him. all of it is for him. “wi-will you show me, suki?” you mumble with wanton, arching your back for him. large palms dance to your ass, gripping the flesh harshly before katsuki starts to push and you across his lap, desperate to see what faces you’ll make for him when you do reach your high. “will you show me what you did to me in your dreams?”

“‘course i will baby, your suki’s gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good, show ya how good it feels’ta hump a fat cock like his, yeah? that what’cha want?” he whispers to you between slots of his mouth against yours, practically fucking it with his tongue to pacify you on top of him. katsuki is searing to the touch, rutting up into you with such vigour that your chest bounces and you jump up with each of his thrusts.

you pull away from bakugou’s swollen lips to bury your face in his neck, kitten like mewls escaping you as he pushes harder and harder on your puffy clit, sliding through your slick folds through your clothes. you latch onto his neck and suck to keep yourself content, pleasure filled tears sticking to your lashes. “mhm, s’what i want suki,” you whine, words muffled by the drool spilling from your mouth—creating a shine against his honey skin.

your best friend squeezes your ass once more, groaning with ruby eyes fluttering shut as he listens to you— his best friend, pleading for him to make her feel good. “suki?,” you ask again, calling his name in that heavenly way and desperately humping his cock.

he opens his eyes, dark smirk crossing his lips before grabbing your cheeks. “don’chu worry baby, anything ya ask suki for, yer gonna get. ‘m gonna make you see fuckin’ stars.” bakugou murmurs into the shell of your ear, punctuating his words with a sinful roll of his hips.

“am i doin’ it right?”

you can barely hear him through the thick haze of clouds surrounding your head, nestled so comfortably in the pillows underneath you as he angles your lower body further into his lap. your head tips back with a groan at the new angle, tears forming at your waterline from how good it felt.

“does it hurt? d’you want me to stop?”

you all but shake your head vigorously, lips parted in a sharp gasp that has your chest shuddering. the flimsy top you had on is bunched up just over your chest, shorts and panties flung to only god knows where.

“don’t stop—please, don’t stop, g-od,” the last syllable is punted out of you with a whine tapering off at the end, back bowing off the bed. even still, you try your best to continue to guide him. “there—there. ki, y-your fingers. curl ‘em upwards, please, please—”

brows furrowed and lips bitten red at the sight of your below him, he does as told and curls his fingers up, narrowed eyes bouncing back and forth between your near starry eyed expression and the way your core squeezed around his fingers in response.

“fuck.” both your voices release the same word in tandem, your warbled cry nearly drowning out his involuntary hiss.

“gonna—gonna cum. shit,” your eyes widen slightly, a hand shooting out to grab his wrist. his thumb swipes again your clit and your body seizes, legs tightening around his waist with every thrust. “ka—katsuki, wait, i’m gonna—”

“wanna see you cum on m’fingers.” slick sticks to your inner thighs and his fingers as he bullies your most sensitive part open, teeth sinking into his lower lip the more you tremble. “gonna look so pretty when y’cum.”

“y’think… y’think im pretty?” you look up at him like he hung the moon and its fucking stars in the sky, wide eyed and full of adoration, and his head spins.

“the prettiest fuckin’ girl i’ve ever laid my eyes on.” a wheezed sound rumbles from his chest when you tighten around his fingers at that. “and now you’re all mine. this pussy’s all mine. is that right?”

“s’all y-yours, ki. all—all yours—!” hips jerking up, your voice just about gives out, tears beginning to pool and stream down your cheeks. “feels—feels funny, ki… f-feels weird, oh—”

“cum f’me, pretty.”

the intensity of his words is what drives you over the edge, legs squeezing around his middle as his fingers pump once, twice, and a final time, squirting all over his lower half and staining the sheets below him. your head is knocked back in a silent scream, eyes squeezed shut as more tears streamed down your face.

this part he didn’t have to learn. he coaxes you through the aftershocks with gentle rubs to your inner thighs, kissing your both your knees before moving down to your legs. a shudder runs down your back when he gets a little too close, and you struggle to push yourself back up on your forearms.

he looks smug despite his worn out expression. “did i pass?”

you laugh, exhausted, and manage to nod. “you… you definitely did something, um.” nodding to his shirt and sweats, you wince slightly. “sorry ‘bout that.”

he only shrugs, nosing against your thigh, and smiles against your skin when your try to suppress another shudder. “you can make it up to me by teaching me other things.”

“ki? what do you mean by other…. no.” your arm moves to push his head away from where it aches still, shaking slightly from the effort. “can’t cum again. give me a few minutes, i’ll be—ki!”

a soft whine tumbles from your lips when he nips your inner thigh, arms finally giving out from holding yourself up for too long. the only thing you see before succumbing to pleasure once more is another smug grin, crimson hues glinting mischievously.

“what? i’ve always been taught to clean up my messes.”

baby, you’re tiny | k.bakugou.

⇝ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 2.3K

⇝ rating: mature, 18+.

⇝ genre: first time!au, smut.

⇝ summary: there were many things katsuki loved about his girlfriend, the main being how tiny she was compared to him; more specifically, how tiny she looked when they were in the bedroom.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to 18 ), size!kink, protected sex, fingering ( female recieving ), virginity loss, sub!reader + dom!bakugou,spitting?? y’all idk its just smut ok!! katsuki is soft <33

⇝ author’s note(s): hello hello hello!! it’s been a while since i posted my lastr request so i hope you enjoy this!! this was a request by anon, apologies for the delay. also :( my blog has grown so much so i want to thank you all for 1K, ilysm <3

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you were tiny.

and if there was one thing katsuki bakugou loved most about you, his girlfriend, his how tiny you were.

at least compared to him.

most of class A had been shocked when you started dating at the start of second year; since in first year, all katsuki had done was pick on you for your height ( or lack thereof ) and nag you for your quirk— lullaby hadn’t been quite so powerful back then. but your fondness for him grew that summer, having spent time with he and eijirou over the break.

bakugou was sweet when he wanted to be, soft and attentive to you and you only. his teasing gradually let up, turning into sweet gestures or whispered praises and then finally stolen kisses under the night sky.

that’s what lead you both to date, in the end; but everyone supported you nonetheless. it was quite funny to see the great katsuki bakugou help fix your uniform in the morning or make you breakfast in the dorms and even if he yelled at the others for mentioning it— he loved the weight of your barely-there palm in his and the way you pouted up him with faux anger when he rested his elbow on your head.

you were short enough for him to tower over you and twirl you in his arms, small enough to look like you drowning in his hoodies that he gave you. even if he stopped mocking you for your height, over a year ago— even now, in your third year he still loved it.

you were so tiny and he loved it.

he especially loved the way you looked under him right now.

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

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

Just Friends

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

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

wc: 3.5k

all characters aged up 22+

MDNI

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

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

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

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

"Y/n?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO

The Light In Your Eyes

My fancies are fireflies Specks of living light Twinkling in the dark -Rabindranath Tagore

synopsis. At a party held in Katsuki's honor for winning sports festival (again), — he finds that he doesn't quite mind being caught helping the extra with the annoyingly pretty eyes catch fireflies instead of celebrating, especially when he could see the embers in them reflecting so close to his own.

pairing. bakugou x reader

word count. 1.4k words

genres & warnings. fluff, swearing, aged-up slightly

notes. uhhh a lil fic for what is hopefully my summer comeback. Maybe I'll finally finish those requests for this ol' boys birthday event from like a month ago and work on the pile of drafts that are slowly rotting away in the backrooms of Tumblr - _ -

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His eyes flickered down to your soft, glossy lips and snapped away just as quickly, praying that you didn’t notice.

Dimming rays of sunlight weaved through your hair and soaked your skin, making you look ethereal in the soft glow of the sun.

Fuck, you were so fuckin' pretty.

After winning the Sports Festival for the third year in a row, Katsuki’s classmates had insisted that they celebrate by throwing a party at his house in his honor. Despite his protests, the hag and his old man were happy to comply.

He really hadn’t expected that many people to show up, but now it seemed as if the entire school was crammed into his house.

There were adults and students he had never met before in his life, shaking his hand and patting his back in congratulations like old friends. Even icyhot's old man had turned up, — nodding his head and muttering a gruff congratulations. Maybe he was finally pulling that enormous garbage fire from his ass and trying to be a better person.

His classmates from 3-A had invited all their friends from other classes, and their parents had pitched in the effort too. His kitchen counter was overflowing with all sorts of snacks and desserts, and he couldn't go anywhere near the trashcan without someone materializing in front of him to drop something new on his plate.

Most of the adults were crowding the living room inside, jabbering on about the latest controversial tweet by a pro-hero, or exchanging pictures of a newborn baby from a cousin they don’t interact with outside of Facebook.

He scoffed; they might as well start a knitting circle with the amount of gossip they were dishing out.

Many of the students were out in his backyard playing music from speakers the size of his head, all littering the lawn and trampling over the perfectly green and even turf he had spent so much time meticulously growing.

Katsuki on the other hand was surrounded by his all too loud friends who were chatting away about something he couldn’t bother listening to.

The drink in his hands was nearing room temperature the longer he went on to disregard it, he was just much too busy glowering at you.

Your dumb face. On the other side of the room.

You were laughing at something some extra you knew from another class had said. Your head was thrown back, and your shoulders trembled with laughter.

Katsuki’s glare only deepened as he took in the way your hair fell in waves around your face, the long earrings on either side of your face dangling wildly as you shook.

You’ve been here since the party started and hadn’t spared him anything more than an, “Yea, I already knew you y’were gonna beat their asses”, — (which had made his chest flush with pride), — when you first arrived, before running off somewhere with your friends.

Not that he cared. Really, you're just an extra.

No matter if you made his palms get especially sweaty. Or if your skin seemed to glow in the right kind of light. Or if he wants to run his hands through your hair when it flows in the wind when you walk to the train together. Or if he can’t help but stare whenever you're in the same room as him.

Yea, — just an extra.

He pried his eyes off your form and loured into his drink. He grunted when shitty hair nudged him in the shoulder and raised an irritated eyebrow when he gestured wildly with his eyes.

Suddenly you were right in front of him, smiling and saying something he couldn’t hear over the music.

Shit

He scrunched his eyebrows, and you rolled your eyes at him. His eyes widened as you grabbed the sleeve of the button-up he was wearing and pulled him down so you could talk closer to his ear. His vision in line with your collarbone, Katsuki’s ears burned and his breath hitched in his throat.

God, What the hell did you want with him?

“Come help me catch fireflies outside!” You yelled over the noise.

He drew back and fixed you with an exasperated look, trying to stealthily steady the heavy beating of his heart.

“Fireflies?” He questioned. “Why would I help you catch fireflies?”

You rolled your eyes like it was obvious.

"Because there's a bunch of em' out there, and I don't wanna go by myself."

He looked down his nose at you and raised an eyebrow, trying to look unimpressed.

"Why don't you go chase some bugs with those friends of yours instead of botherin' me hah?"

After all, you had ditched him for them in the first place.

You pouted and Katsuki resisted the urge to squish your cheeks together in his hands.

"The others are busy with the snacks, or sucking face with each other so they don't wanna come with me."

You looked up at him with such eager and hopeful eyes that he had no choice but to give in. He knew you were probably doing it on purpose too, you knew what you did to him — but he couldn't find it in him to care.

He rolled his eyes and sighed, "Fine, whatever, let's go nerd."

Katsuki prompted to ignore the delighted look the hag shot him from where she had obviously been listening from the couch, and the teasing glances from his friends.

He pushed past you and your annoyingly bright eyes, and headed for the yard.

He spent what seemed like almost the rest of the party outside, — at least until the sun began setting over the horizon. Casting a warm, comforting orange hue over the them

Occasionally he would point one out to you and you would dash after it to catch it mid flight. Soon you had almost all the kids outside helping you as well.

A handful of highschoolers darted around his yard giggling maniacally, and catching lightning bugs.

His scowl softened over time as he watched you prance around and twirl in your pretty long dress as you chased little flickers of light around like a kid.

You had more than a fist full of the little sparklers when someone called out your name from inside the house.

"Hey! Come help me pack the snacks!"

Katsuki saw you scowl at the interruption and yell back a reply. You spun around until your gaze landed on him and you started making your way towards him.

"What do you want now." He asked when you were right in front of him.

You didn't answer him, — but with the hand not holding the fireflies, you picked up one of his big, scarred hands and cradled it in your much smaller ones.

He watched in surprise, as soft fingers gently pried his hand open, and one by one began placing the small flashing beetles in his palm.

His eyes roamed unabashedly over your face while you worked, — taking in the way your eyebrows scrunched over eyes narrowed in concentration, and the way your lips mouthed numbers as you counted them.

Someone hollered your name from inside again and you threw her head back in annoyance. “I’m coming, give me a minute!”

Looking back, you cupped your hand over his to make sure the fireflies didn't escape and turned your big doe eyes up at him.

His heart stuttered annoyingly at the proximity, and he had to hold himself back from accidentally setting off explosions from his hands.

Surely you were doing this on purpose, Katsuki thought, as he tried not to focus on the way your skin felt on his hands, or the shadow of your lashes, thick with liner when you blinked.

From this close he could count your individual eyelashes and make out the small lights dancing around your irises from the reflections of other lightning bugs glowing around them.

His eyes flickered down to your soft, glossy lips and snapped away just as quickly, praying that you didn’t notice.

Dimming rays of sunlight weaved through your hair and soaked your skin, making you look ethereal in the soft glow of the sun.

Fuck, you were so fuckin' pretty.

“Don’t let them go, ok?” You whispered quickly.

Katsuki’s lips twitched.

You let go of his hand, and he curled his fingers over them to keep the bugs in place. He could feel the little things scurrying around in his palm.

“Be careful with them, and I’ll be right back, alright.” You told him.

He straightened and nodded resolutely.

You beamed blindingly at him, and for a moment, — All Might could have sucker punched him in the face and he wouldn't have noticed.

Turning on your heel, you took off in the direction of the house, your dress swaying around your ankles as you moved.

Deflating, he let out a long breath he didn’t realize he was holding as he watched your form disappear inside.

Doing a double take, he saw his own mother staring back at him from out the window with a shit-eating grin that much resembled his own. He groaned out loud in annoyance.

She knew.

so cute!!!!!

his pretty girl

okay tumblr didn't want to touch this with a 10 foot pole yesterday so i am trYING AGAIN wc: 2.2k cw: afab reader, subspace, praise, explicit sexual content

You found Bakugo in the spare room, but it wasn’t hard—you heard him let out a loud string of expletives aimed at someone on the other end of his headset from your spot across the house. Despite the venom in his voice, he’d been in a good mood all day, and it made you feel bold enough to interrupt his game. It would only be for a second, after all—and you missed him.

“Do you have eyes in that big ass head of yours or—” he was cut off by the soft squeak of the door as you pushed it open. He tipped his head back to look at you, eyes crinkling as he watched you linger in the doorway. He threw an arm over the back of the chair lazily, beckoning toward you as he turned back to his game. You padded over to him, leaning against the back of the chair to watch over his shoulder. The arm he’d thrown up to you snuck around the back of your neck—it definitely looked and felt like a headlock, but you knew it was Bakugo’s version of affection.

“What’re you doin’?” He asked you, eyes still on the screen.

“Wanted to show you something. And I missed you.”

His lips turned up at the corners at that. “Oh yeah? C’mere then,” he patted his lap, and you gladly obliged.

You settled over top of him, legs dangling over either side of the chair. You leaned into him, pressing your face into the side of his neck. His arms came to rest around you, and you felt the controller against your back as he continued to play. You heard the familiar voices of Kirishima and Denki in the headset, and it made you smile. Bakugo hardly saw much of his friends these days, as he and the rest of them were swamped with work now that they’d been thrown into the pro-hero world, but you thought it was nice that they were still able to do things together like this.

“You wanted to show me somethin’?”

His voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Oh, yeah,” you paused, moving to hold your hands out in front of you, “look! I painted my nails, and my ring came in.”

He looked down, regarding your work. He would be remiss to say that his favorite shade of burnt orange against your skin didn’t do something for him, but his eyes zeroed in on the ring on your finger. He’d sent it to get resized after discovering that you were a weird half-size, and the way it wrapped around your finger had his heart constricting in his chest.

“So it did,” he breathed, grabbing your hand in his and moving it side to side, watching the ring glint in the light. You hummed.

“Thought it looked pretty,” you said somewhat bashfully—you hadn’t expected him to inspect it so closely. You were acutely aware of a spot you’d missed with the polish on your ring finger.

He looked up at that, eyes trained on yours. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver up your spine.

“Hey, dumb and dumber, I gotta go,” he said into the headset, already pulling it off before he heard the protests of his friends. He turned the console off from the controller and dropped it on the floor next to his chair. His hands came up to grip your hips, and you squeaked at the harshness of it. He pulled you closer to him and dropped kisses over the skin of your shoulder.

“What’re you gettin’ shy for? Of course it looks pretty. My baby’s always pretty,” he told you, punctuating every other word with lips that made their way up your neck.

“Katsuki,” you breathed, and you felt the groan rumble in his chest. He was on his feet then, dragging you up with him in his arms. He walked you down the hall to your bedroom, setting you down on the linen sheets of your bed. He hovered over you, leaning down to resume his kisses over the ridges of your throat. He opened his mouth to suck gently on your pulse point.

“So pretty, all the time,” he murmured, lips dragging up your jaw, pressing chaste kisses up the bone until he nipped at the spot behind your ear, pulling a gasp from you.

“I think my pretty girl needs to be made to feel good, yeah?” His gaze met your half-lidded one and you nodded dumbly, making him grin. He leaned down to meet your lips, and it was hot and heavy and suffocating, the way he consumed you so easily. His tongue licked into your mouth as his hand slid under the sleep shirt you wore. You moaned at how warm he felt as he palmed at your chest. He chuckled when you broke the kiss to help him pull your shirt over your head.

“Aw, you hurtin’ for it?” His tone was mocking-- it settled deep into your core and lit every nerve ending on fire. At his words, your hips jutted up and made contact with the thigh he’d placed between yours, and you let out a pained groan. You couldn’t help but get carried away with him. He never let you live it down, but he always gave you what you needed. Even if he made you plead for it.

He leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly. You let out a choked breath at the pressure, and then a moan at the way he soothed over it with his tongue. He alternated between each nipple and between tongue and teeth until you were a writhing mess underneath him. “Katsuki,” you choked out, half delirious, “please—need you.”

“I know, pretty girl,” he cooed, pressing open mouthed kisses down your tummy, pausing to suck on the skin above the hem of your underwear, “m’gonna give you everything you need. Be sweet for me.”

You nearly keened off the bed when he pressed a chaste kiss to your clothed core. He dragged his tongue over the wet spot you’d created, pausing to inhale deeply.

“God,” he ground out, “smells fuckin’ divine.”

Your body twitched involuntarily with every touch. You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut, hips jutting upwards and praying he’d give you something substantial. You felt your stomach drop at the tsk he let out.

“Want you to look at me, pretty girl,” and it was gentle in a way that surprised you—usually his tone was a demanding one that had your blood buzzing in your veins, eager to do whatever he asked of you. This was almost worse, though, with the way the love saturated his voice sent white hot arousal pooling in your gut. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his, and the grin spread across his face.

“There she is,” he murmured, eyes never leaving yours as he hooked a finger through the waistband of the fabric and pulled it from your legs. His eyes drifted to your exposed cunt.

“Oh,” he breathed out, and you mewled at the way his breath brushed over your sensitive folds, “never gonna fuckin’ get tired of this.”

He brushed the back of his pointer finger through your heat, and you let out a moan that would’ve embarrassed anyone who heard it. It just egged Katsuki on, though, and he leaned forward to press a kiss to your clit.

“Kat—hah,”

Your body thrummed with need and your hips moved with a mind of their own. You fought to keep your eyes open as he licked a long swipe straight up, pausing at your clit to let you grind yourself against his face. He moaned his approval and the vibration of it melted every cohesive thought from your brain. He pulled back and you couldn't stop the whine that tore itself from your throat.

“Always done up, just for me. Fuckin' luckiest man alive. Tell me,” his eyes met yours and you shivered at the hunger you saw there, “who’s the prettiest girl in the world?”

Your eyes went wide at his question, and you whimpered at the feeling of the pad of his thumb brushing devastatingly soft circles over your clit. You could do nothing else but gasp out an “I—huh?”, slurred with pleasure. The grin on his face was dangerous.

“Want you to tell me,” he told you, pressing down harder on your clit and turning your whimpers into broken moans, “who the prettiest girl in the world is.”

Your face grew hot and you cursed the blush that surely crept over your cheeks. You weren’t necessarily in the dark about your looks—you certainly agreed with him most days that you were pretty. But this was new, and you felt vulnerable, with his sharp eyes fixed on you from between your legs. You wanted to look away, to escape the intensity of his affection--to avoid the way it almost felt humiliating, to say something so simple-- but you knew better. You wanted to be sweet for him, after all.

“I am,” you muttered, almost inaudible, but you’d guessed he’d heard it if the lips wrapped around your clit were anything to go by. You cried out, dangerously close to falling apart, and then he pulled away.

“You are…?” He teased, back to tracing little circles over your pulsing cunt. You whined, and it bordered on brattish. You sucked in a breath and gathered your resolve.

“I-I’m…the prettiest girl in the world.”

He slipped a thick finger into you and crooked it upwards, fucking into you slowly and letting you drag your aching clit over his tongue with every stuttered movement of your hips.

“Tell me again,” he ground out, reveling in the way your face contorted with pleasure, but your eyes never left his. You really were very good, and all for him.

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world,” you groaned out, less bashful in your attempts to chase the high he could feel you approaching. You were familiar with the headspace he was pulling you into-- you were wholly overwhelmed at the way the vulnerability tangled itself in the wanton want you felt, and your throat burned with emotion. You knew anything he pulled from you next would be absolutely pitiful.

“Oh, I love you. Again.”

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world!” Your words were broken, tears spilling over your lash line and head snapping back at the feeling of the flick of his tongue over your little nub. Your love and your pleasure fell from your mouth in unintelligible babbles, and you distantly wondered if he'd always be able to reduce you to this with seemingly minimal effort. His free hand wrapped around the skin of your thigh, rubbing soothing circles into it as you shook under his ministrations, and you knew he was trying to ground you.

“One more time, sweet girl.”

“I’m—oh my god, fuck, fuck—the prettiest girl—”

You were cut off by the force of your orgasm, and Katsuki would’ve sooner died than stop what he was doing for a second, feeling the way you clamped down on his finger as he fucked you through it. There was no stopping the way your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, mouth hung open in a sob as the blinding pleasure lash through your body like a whip. Your vision was fuzzy as you came down, and you barely registered Bakugo as he hovered over you, pressing his lips to the tear stains that lined your cheeks.

“So good,” you heard him say, and it was like you were underwater, “did so, so good for me, pretty baby.”

You whimpered as he pulled his finger from your body and popped it into his mouth, sucking the last drops of you away as you watched through heavy eyelids. The sight of it curled in your gut, mostly because you knew that it was not intended to be as erotic as it looked—he just genuinely liked how you tasted, and would never pass up an opportunity to do so.

He caged your head between strong arms and bent his neck down to press kisses to your forehead. You let out a soft sigh, feeling a new wave of tears threaten to spill at the intimacy of the moment. Your hands found purchase in the T-shirt that you certainly just ruined and you clung to him, pulling his chest to yours.

“You’re okay,” he whispered, lips to your ear, and you nodded, believing him wholeheartedly and letting the tears slip out. He kissed them as they fell.

“My sweet, pretty baby,” he cooed, repeating it softly as he carded his fingers into your hair and pressed a kiss to your temple.

You sniffled and leaned into his touch, prompting his mouth to find your temple again. He happily obliged.

You held each other there for what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, tangled and devastatingly open, relatively silent save for the whispers of Katsuki’s love into your ear. The weight of it settled into your chest, where it pushed everything out of the way to make room for the enormity of his love. Your mind focused on the ring that you rolled around with your thumb, feeling the dip of the engraved words he’d had etched inside the band. He whispered those same words into your ear now, and you turned to press your smile into his in reply. You quite liked the idea of a forever like this.

i love this sm i can’t

girlfriend who ogles over bakugous muscles and he loves every second of it bc you’re his first gf (the first girl he ever actually liked really) and so he shows off for you. He loves it when you comment on how strong he is bc he worked so hard for it and he loves that you think it’s sexy :)

Authors Note: OMG OMG YES I AGREE (*♡∀♡)! Who wouldnt be obsessed with this man’s body? HES SO HOT OMG AHHHJSNDHJBEJK  (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

|♡| Muscles |♡|

Bakugo Katsuki x F!Reader

Description: Headcannons of you being Bakugo Katsuki’s girlfriend who is absolutely obsessed with his muscles, and he loves every second of it. 

Rating: Fluff

Disclaimer: Lil Bit of a Domestic Relationship, Established Relationship, Talk About Physical Looks

Word Count: 945

 Links:  Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything, Tag List

Your boyfriend is a very proud man. Although Bakugo did have his fair share of insecurities, they all seemed to be drowned out by how load he boasted about what he was confident about. His body was just one of the many things to add to that list.

Bakugo worked hard to have his current looks, intense workouts, and strict diets to achieve what he deemed perfection. Besides clothes, one of the first things he brought when you two moved into your shared apartment was workout gear, claiming he could not function without it. This dedication resulted in a mouthwatering physic, big broad shoulders, defined strong arms, toned abs, thick muscular thighs, attractive from all standards making you feel like an especially lucky gal that you get to have a front-row seat to Bakugo Katsuki's good looks.

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♡ When you two cuddle, your favorite thing to do is squish his relaxed muscles. Early on in the relationship, it would just be his arms, squeezing and slapping the soft flesh and giggling when he would flex it to get you to stop messing with him.

"Look at you, all obsessive over me, tch.."

♡ You often lay with your head on his chest, smothering yourself in his pecs which are so pillowy and soft when he's not flexing them. Sometimes you even playfully bite them or mess with his nipples to which he will try to swat you away although he 100% is blushing and trying to hide how much you amuse him. You even bite his plushy thighs whenever the opportunity arises.

"What the hell? Ow! Shit, get off you fucking piranha, why the hell did you bite me!"

♡ You are always making some sort of physical contact with him, whether it's leaning on him for support or gripping his arm when walking. It's like second nature to grab onto him when he's around, and while sometimes he gets embarrassed due to PDA, the majority of the time he's proud, makes him feel powerful when you rely on his strength for simple tasks.

"Here, grab onto me before you fall down the damn stairs, you can try to fool yourself but I know how clumsy you can be."

♡ Whenever you are tired or in pain from an uncomfortable outfit choice Bakugo always picks you up without fail. He'll watch you struggle for a bit, laughing when you stumble before he wraps his strong arms around your legs and holds you so you don't go tripping and get a mouth full of dirt. It never fails to amaze you how easily he picks you up.

"Here, gimme your heels, I'll carry you. I told you not to wear those shitty shoes, babe, I knew this would happen. Tch, so stubborn."

♡ It's always a sight to watch Bakugo cook, not only is he a master at it, but he often cooks with his shirt off when he's in the comfort of his own home. When this happens, you simply sit at the island counter behind him, getting a perfect view of his broad back flexing as he's wearing nothing but some sweatpants and an apron.

"Huh? Stop staring, dumbass, your fucking drooling. I slaved away to make you this meal so you better eat it, don't forget to compliment the master chef.''

♡  He always makes sure to pull out a stool for you to sit on while he works out, knowing you enjoy the view of him exercising. Bakugo is quite different when he's in the zone, face relaxed with only a slight twitch of his eyebrow, eyes no longer glaring and instead determined, mouth agape as he pants and on occasion smirks when he catches a glance at your expression. His muscles look so good, curves and ridges moving constantly as he pulls himself over the bar, handling his full body weight with ease. His skin is smooth, littered with battle scars which you took the time to admire every day.  Damn, you are so in love with this man.

"Take a picture, pretty, it will last longer."

♡ When Bakugo hugs you, to tease you he sometimes wraps his arms tightly against your back, laughing as you struggle to free yourself but he's just too damn strong, no matter what tricks you have up your sleeve you can never beat your boyfriend at this frustrating game he plays.

"Pfft, look at you, what's the matter, huh? I'm just too strong for you?"

♡ He often teases you about your attraction to him, smirking and wiping the sweat off his forehead with the bottom of his shirt just to give you a peek at his abdomen and chest, a sight which you enjoy thoroughly.

"And you call me a pervert. What? No, I didn't do it on purpose, in your fucking dreams."

♡ When you compliment his body or his strength best believe he will hold it against you, constantly teasing you about how good he looks to you or how perfect he is for you. He loves it when he receives any type of praise from you, you are always so genuine it makes him all giddy and proud that he worked so hard. Yes, being physically strong matters a lot in the hero world,  but he would be lying if he said he doesn't think about you whenever he creates a workout plan.

"Of course, you think I'm strong, baby, I mean who else would manhandle you in bed if it wasn't for thee Bakugo Katsuki."

♡ All in all, you definitely were a fan of his muscles and there were many sweet moments in the day to prove that.

Authors Note: Okay I turned it into kinda a drabble / headcanons? I hope you guys enjoy because I know its different then a more fleshed out story! If you would like to request this type of writing just ask for headcanons and I’ll now what you mean!! 

Also I’m sorry I didn’t post much this weekend, I planned to clear out requests but I ended up getting caught in some unfortunate circumstances <(￣- ￣ )> Don’t worry though, I will try to make it up and post through out the week!

Comments, asks, and interactions are my fav!! ヽ(*⌒▽⌒*)ﾉ

Hope you enjoyed <33 

Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything, Tag List 

Tag List: @katscki, @libidinous-weeb, @1-800-mocha, @krmtwnw

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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Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou x GN!Reader

Theme: Best friend!Katsuki has been in love with you since he can remember. He hates watching you get your heart broken again and again but he’s too scared to say anything. Until tonight that is

Warnings: None. This is fluff. All fluff. Just pure fluff. Might make a smutty part two though…

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If there was one thing Katsuki loved more than anything, it was you. You were his whole world, whether he’d admit it or not. He would do whatever you asked of him in a heartbeat. 

And you weren’t even dating. 

The pair of you had been best friends your whole life, he knew you better than anyone. You were one of the few people he trusted and you never took that for granted. He loved that about you. 

He loved everything about you really. How could he not? In his not so humble opinion, you were the definition of perfection. The way you laughed at his dumb jokes, even the ones he knew weren’t funny. The way you smiled when you said his name. The way you ran you hands through his hair when he’s had a hard day. The way you could spend hours babbling on about your latest obsession. Perfection. 

He couldn’t tell you this though. He was too afraid of losing you. So, instead he stood on the side lines and suffered. He watched you fall in love with the wrong people and have your heart broken again and again and it pissed him off. Couldn’t you see you were meant for him? Couldn’t you see you two would be perfect together? 

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Authors Note: OMG YES!! Thanks for being my first request <3I kind of extended it A LOT so theres a ton of build up before we get to the actual suggested part BUT I THINK ITS WORTH IT. Hope this is to your liking °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

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Bakugo Katsuki x F!Reader

Description: Wanting to spoil your boyfriend Bakugo, you wake him up with one of the most pleasurable ways there was, leading to some very intense sex which he quickly gets impatient by. 

Rating: Smut

Disclaimer: Consensual!! Somnophilia, Sex, Nudity, Oral (m. receiving), Vaginal Sex, Riding, Squirting, tiny bit of Overstimulation, Established Relationship

Word Count: 2,279

 Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything

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Bakugo gasped slightly, knuckles turning white as he subconsciously balled his fists when the weeping head of his cock hit your lips. You giggled, even in his sleep he reacted to you. Just a few teasing kisses trailing up the side of his shaft, tongue tracing his veins in the process, was enough to cause breathy groans to escape his mouth. 

“Mmm, baby..” 

It was quiet, barely above a whisper but you still heard it letting you know that your boyfriend was just barely awake, enough for him to lift his hand and lazily trail his knuckles over your cheek in encouragement. He rarely called you sweet nicknames like baby, preferring playful insults, but the term of enduement truly showed how truly tired of it he was. 

“Ah, fuck..., feels so good baby,” he slurred, gasping when you gave a particularly hard suck to his glans. Bakugo continued to babble incoherently, talking about how good it feels and how you must have been so eager to put your mouth on him if you were willing to do it at this time of night despite you two often waking each other up like this. 

You were slow and careful, the complete opposite of what normally went down when you gave him head. But this wasn’t any normal round of sex, this time you felt a little more in control of your usually dominant boyfriend who was always quick to pin you down and show you whose boss. 

Soft fingers stroked the base of his dick to where your lips wrapped around the head, suckling gently and moving your tongue in circles around the slit. Bakugo was practically whimpering, moving his arm to cover his eyes as he leaned back and let you do all the work, falling in and out of consciousness as he felt the pure pleasure you gave him. Slowly, his hips began to rock in an attempt to get more attention from your soft, wet cavern. 

“What are you doing dummy?” He rasped, one red iris poking over his elbow to watch you. “Sucking my cock like that, shit..”

One of your hands reached to massage his swollen balls as the other continued to stroke him, playfully squeezing the base before massaging his spit-covered head that you had pulled away from. “Just wanted to make you feel good Katsu,” you mumbled, blowing softly on the tip causing his muscular thighs to flex. 

The look on your face pouted lips with a small smile and eyes filled with nothing but adoration has him groaning and lifting his hips, silently asking for you to put your mouth back on him. God, he fucking loved you. 

“Suck it,” he growled out, placing a heavy hand on the back of your head to push you down onto him. “Use your tongue, wrap those pretty lips around me.” There he was, albeit a bit more flexible with his tired state but still your demanding boyfriend. You hummed as his dick almost reached the back of your throat, telling him that’s as far as you wanted to go so you wouldn’t gag, but you made sure to pay extra attention to the neglected part that you couldn’t fit with your hand. 

Bakugo’s hips stuttered at the vibrations but continued to gently move in your mouth, not having the energy to fuck your throat like he normally does. He groaned, hands playing with your hair as he continued to dirty talk to you, every word uttered going straight to your sloppy pussy. 

“Couldn’t handle it all huh? Fuck, suck that cock, work your tongue too, baby. Ah shit. Fuckin’ sexy.” Bakugo tried his best to tense himself, not wanting to cum so soon but the way your hot mouth flicked and sucked every sensitive spot on his dick or how you tapped the pads of your fingers against his balls had him shaking. 

“Fuck! ‘m gonna cum baby, gonna cum so fucking hard.” 

You hummed once more and met his eyes with a loving stare, signaling you were ready for him to come undone in your mouth, bobbing your head faster to help him finish. You felt his dick twitch in your mouth as your boyfriend let out a final scream-like moan, hips raising to bring you as close as possible to him. 

“S-so good, so fucking good to me. Drivin’ me —mnngh! C-crazy,” Bakugo’s thighs twitched as he tried to calm down from his orgasm, which you made impossible with the sexy sight of you swallowing and licking his thick seed off your lips. 

You brought your face back down to his dick, leaving small kitten licks to clean off the remaining cum despite Bakugo’s protests about being sensitive. You even managed to leave a couple of hickeys and bite marks on the insides of his thighs. Once his breathing evened out and he calmed down, you quickly took one of his sensitive balls into your mouth catching him off guard. 

“Ohh shit! Stop, stop baby wait. Fuck!” He cried, bucking into your mouth despite his words. You let go with a wet loud pop, laughing as you saw his abs tense from the sudden stimulation. 

“Stupid,” he mutters under his breath, grabbing your arms to pull you towards him so he could reward you with a wet kiss. You two stayed there, cuddled up and basking in each other's presence for what seemed like forever. You honestly thought he had fallen asleep with how much the orgasm took out of him in addition to the ungodly hour you woke him up at. Your boyfriend always stuck to a very strict sleep schedule after all. “What’s the occasion huh? That’s one hell of a way to wake up just for nothing.” Bakugo moves to brush the hair out of your eyes, rubbing along your arm with the gentlest of touches. “Nothing in particular, I just wanted it to be about you today,” you replied softly. 

Your boyfriend smirks. “Oh yeah? Mm, I think I want you to prove it,” the blond kisses you once more, pulling at the waistband of your panties to snap it against your hips. “I think ‘m ready now. Fuck me like you mean it.” 

The rasp against your ear sends shivers down your spine, pussy soaked from your previous activities. “Katsuu,” you when he slapped your ass, pushing him down by his chest so you could climb on top of him. “I wanna be on top. I wanna spoil you this time.” 

Bakugo laughed, pulling down your hips so you could grind your pussy over his dick through the thin layer of clothes you had left. “Shit, your soaking baby. You think you can handle me? ‘m all up for it baby go ahead and try.” 

You rolled your eyes at his challenge, always trying to make things into something he could win at, but decided to let it slide. Right now all you wanted was him bruising your cervix. 

Quickly, you discarded your panties and threw them onto the floor leaving that a problem for tomorrow before grabbing your boyfriend’s erect cock and lining him up, tapping his head against your clit. Bakugo watched carefully, not wanting to interrupt your focus as he observed the sight before him. 

“Need help?” He smirked, but you were quick to turn his words against him as you sink down on his dick in one go, cunt more responsive than ever from being ignored so long. Bakugo let out a loud yelp, throwing his head back and reaching to grab your ass so he could slam you down on his cock himself but you slapped his hand away. 

“No, Katsu, just let me take care of you for a bit.”

He let out a loud moan, curing when your pussy clenched him in a vice grip, soaked in your slick fluids onto the point where it dripped down onto his balls. He felt like he was in heaven, velvety walls massaging him with the perfect amount of pressure as your tits bounced every time you sat back down on his cock. 

Bakugo could tell you were really trying, chest moving up and down rapidly as you used all your energy to ride him, moving your hips in circular patterns, even leaning down to kiss his neck every once in a while which had him sighing. He felt like he was in fucking heaven. 

“Look at your cunt fuckin’ swallow me,” he babbles slightly, eyes drooping as he watched you take him over and over again, a little too slow for his liking but he excepts it for now and lets his body relax into the bedsheets. “So fucking tight, made just f’me, huh baby?” 

You moan, hands grasping onto his chest as you lean on him, working yourself up and down his cock feeling right on edge. Ignoring your needs took a toll on you because you were about to cum right as you two started getting to the real fun. 

You slowed down after a while, struggling to keep yourself up. Usually when you were riding Katsuki would grab your hips and control your thrusts but you wanted to top this time, although you were failing miserably. Bakugo was getting impatient quickly, wanting nothing more than to pound you himself. 

“Katsu, so good, feels so good,” you pant, digging your fingernails into his flesh that had him thrusting up into you slightly. You jumped at the feeling, quickly moving your hands down to push at his pelvis and hold him down. “N-No,” you tried to be firm with your words, but they trailed into a moan as Bakugo’s tip reached your g-spot, making your legs tremble and thighs shake.

He finally had enough.

Bakugo grabbed your hips roughly, grouping your doughy ass that you denied him earlier in the process, and held you up just so the tip of his dick was in your twitching cunt. 

“You wanna fucking deny me my fucking pussy?” He groaned, adjusting himself so he could plow you easier while his hands reached up to tilt your chin to him. “Moving a little too slow for my tastes, baby, I think you should let me handle this.” 

Within a second Bakugo was snapping his hips up into you with fast deep thrusts, wet smacks filling the air that had both you and him moaning your heads off. You came easily from the stimulation, pussy clamping down in an attempt to milk his cock. 

“Oh fuck baby! Fuck fuck fuck,” Bakugo repeated those words like a mantra, slamming into you with every breath to the point where he swore he was losing his mind from how well you took him. You cried from the overstimulation, gripping onto him for stability as you let him take you. But he had other plans. 

His hand reached to rub circles on your clit, toying with it like you hadn’t just cum nearly seconds ago. “Ah! ‘Suki stop, too much I can’t take it.” 

He grinned at your words, continuing his abuse of your poor hole and clit. “Aw, but I didn’t get to cum yet baby, wasn’t this about spoiling me? Besides, you wanted to ride me nice and slow, fuckin’ tease. Now you gotta deal with the consequences.” You didn’t realize how much your struggling to take control affected him. 

“Still sensitive babe? Fuck, ‘m gonna cum again, c’mon cum for me, baby. I want you to cum!” 

Your boyfriend grabbed your hips and made you meet his thrusts halfway, making his cock reach deeper inside you and his thrusts more aggressive to push you both over the edge a second time. You cried, tears streaming down your face as your body convulsed and your thighs gave out on you causing you to fall on Bakugo.

It was fucking mesmerizing to him, the way you clamped down on his harder than before, the way your pussy sprayed, the way you shook as you clung on to him from your senses being so sharp, feeling as if even the slightest jolt will bring you back into overstimulation. He swore from just the sight alone he could have cum in his pants, but the pleasure of you milking him for the second time had him going insane, he couldn’t help but cum with you and give in to your sweet cunt, filling you up to the brim. He was already obsessed with your cunt before, but now he swore next time he would drown in your taste till he had you squirting on his lips. 

You two lay there, covered in sweat and you’re cum which had gotten all over your stomach and his chest, panting trying to catch your breath from a very intense session of sex.

“Holy fuck baby,” Bakugo panted, moving his hand to rub your head and make sure you were okay. You were out of it, vision blurry and head dazed so he continued to hold you until you gained back your consciousness. “You okay?” he asked, eyes racking your body for any sign of discomfort. 

“You fucking squirted, never seen you do that before,” he chuckled, kissing your head and rubbing your thighs which had begun to get noticeably red from you riding him.

“Mm, felt so good Katsu, never felt that good before. But ‘m so tired now.” Bakugo smirked at the sound of your voice, watching as you could barely keep your eyes open, in the exact same position he was in before you woke him up to complete bliss. 

“Go ahead and rest, stupid, I’ll clean you up.” And with one last sweet kiss on your lips, you fell out cold. 

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