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icedemon1314 · 15 hours

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Omg could you write abt the reader being old ‘friends’ with bakugo before he joined the lov and one day the reader goes home to find him drunk in her apartment waiting for her saying how much he missed her or whatever and it gets spicyyy

tyy ❤️❤️

TW...? Swearing, Sex (Oral, Unprotected), Alcohol Consumption.

He looks horrible.

His hair is rough and stained dark with dirt, clothes tattered, and you can see a bruise peeking out between the hole in his jeans.

"The fuck are you doing here?"

Your voice comes out shaky and uneven as you stand before him, practically looming over him as he sat on your couch.

Bakugo doesn't look at you, instead staring down at his hands, holding the bottle of vodka he'd almost completely emptied. "I... I-"

"You what?!" You harshly spit out, fists clenched by your side.

It takes everything in you to not start raining insults and curses down at him. You can only stare in utter disappointment at how he'd turned out.

All the opportunities he'd had at UA, all his accolades and dreams, gone down the drain once he'd left. And he had the guts to end up looking so desolate?!

It makes you mad how pitiful it all was. Bakugo, the Bakugo that you'd always admired and looked up to, ending up this way - dirty and drunk on your couch after running around with the LOV for 5 years.

"Look at you!" You yell out, snatching the bottle of alcohol from his hands and slamming it down on your coffee table. "You look disgusting! Look at your hair, your clothes - when was the last time you even showered? Are you homeless - you look-"

"This morning."

"What?" You pause your ranting, blinking down at him and still raging.

He sniffs, raising a hand to scratch at his chin. "The- I showered this morning.... I promise." His voice is hoarse, his words slightly drawn out.

You let out a sigh, crouching so you were at eye level with him. "What are you doing here, Bakugo?" You ask softly, lips stretched downwards in a frown.

"I- I just..." he begins, uncharacteristically stuttering and slurring as he speaks. "I didn't know where else to go."

You glance at the vodka on your table, then back at Bakugo. "You're not a drinker." You simply say before standing and making your way to the adjacent couch. "What are you doing here, Katsuki?"

He perks up, lazy eyes instantly locking on to your own. "I- I haven't been called that in so long."

You frown, arms crossed as you sat down. "You look like shit, you know that?"

"I kno-"

"You've been gone for 5 years." His expression falls again. "It's not even like you were failing at school- you weren't! You were actually a top student- you had everything lined up for you, Katsuki! Everything! And you left, and this is all you have to show?!"

"I'm sorry."

"You left us all, disappointed everyone; your parents, your teachers, your classmates, me! And you didn't care! You threw us all away without a thought- not one back then and not any in all the years you've been gone-"

"But I did think about you." He cuts you off quickly, sad eyes boring into your angry, teary ones. "Every day, YN. If nothing else, I thought about you...."

You pause, glaring at him as he kept speaking.

"Liar." You whisper.

"'m not... I promise." He replies.

It hurts even more knowing he thought about you and never bothered to come back.

"That's why I'm here," he continues, standing from the couch and shakily making his way to where you were sat. "I- I missed you, YN... I wanted to see you and-"

"And show me what you turned out to be?" You hiss at him. "Why would you come back to me like this?" You sharply stand, looking up at him with so much hurt and anger. "You're drunk, and you're so roughed up and- Katsuki, you're a mess."

"I know- I know." He swiftly grabs your hands, holding them together tightly in his own. "That's why I came to you. I need you to fix me."

"Fix you? Are you hearing yourself?"

"Please...I don't want this anymore. I- I'm tired, please. I'm just... I don't know what else to do, who else to go to, you're the only one I can think about." He speaks with more vigour than you'd seen all evening, his grip getting tighter as he leaned closer to you.

"I can't-" You begjn, trying to force the words out your tightening throat. "I can't help you, Katsuki." You force through, words loud and trying so hard not to let the tears fall. "You're too far gone. What am I to do with you?"

"Too far gone?!" The suddeness of his yell has you flinching away, which in turn makes him tighten his grip, holds you in place so you can't move too far away. "It's still me, you know? It's always still been me. I'm still here-"

"Doesn't that make it worse? That it's just you- and you're just a monster."

Your words cut deep, silence running in its wake for a few moments before he's leaning closer, so close you can see the lines of his lips, his pores, his eyes so clear.

"Do I look like a monster to you?" He asks softly.

"Yes."

No.

It's not true. He looks like 6 years ago, when you were both back in school, and he was the unfairly strong, brooding kid who sat right behind you in class. And knocked on your room door every night at 5 pm so you could study together. And who quite nearly beat you up every time you doubted yourself, felt like you didn't belong, who forced you to feel like you were in the right place.

He looks like a years ago, the same boy who'd have found you and beat the crap out of you if you ever defected, who you know would take you back in if you ever decided to come back.

"Please... you're the only person I want to help me," Katsuki whispers to you, so different from his old brazen self, and you don't know if it's the alcohol or the time that's made him so. "If not you... there's nowhere else I can go."

And you can't help but cry, tears streaming down your face as you pull your hand away and wrap your arm around his shoulder, your head on his chest, holding him and crying.

"Why did you leave me?" You sob softly into him, body relaxing into his hold as both his hands let go of yours to hold on to your hips, keeping your body pressed against his. "Why wasn't I enough to make you stay?"

He breathed out, arms wrapping tightly around your body. "You're enough to bring me back." He whispers into your hair, "You're enough to keep me going, to make me believe it doesn't have to end like this... you're enough- for me."

You sniff softly, and he leans raises a palm to your cheek, cradling your face softly. "I've missed you," he whispers, "So much... please believe me. I've missed you."

He begins pressing his lips to your hair, then he's on your forehead, both hands now on your cheeks. You're still sniffling when his lips come down to your nose, and you're still sniffling when he pulls away to stare at you.

It's a quick, intense look before he's crushing his lips against yours, his fingers digging into your cheekbones, his mouth hungry and desperate as he devours yours.

It's been years since he's kissed anyone... and never with such need. He holds your face close to his, like he's scared you'll disappear once he let's go, and he refuses to come up for air, refuses to let his lips leave yours for too long.

And you're not much better, your hands tightly fisted into his thick, ugly shirt, keeping him close to you. You've stopped sobbing, not like you could when he swallowed every sound so greedily.

You spend what feels like hours just kissing, like it's an art form, some sort of nourishment for you two.

But then he's pushing you towards the couch, and you're quick to start undoing the buttons of your shirt. You're still clothed when the back of your knees hit the couch, and Bakugo's impatience has his mouth coming down on your neck, his hands snatching at your shirt and ripping.

But you don't care enough to reprimand him, not when you're releasing soft moans and sighs as his hand engulfs your left breast, kneading and squeezing. His technique is crude, but his desperation turns you on.

He's messy and hungry as his hands touch you all over, your waist, your back, your ass after you both manage to get your bottoms off.

He hastily pulls his shirt over his head and throws it carelessly the moment you tug on it, and then his lips are around your nipples, sucking on them and twirling them around with his tongue.

"Katsuki..." You whisper into the air, back arching and fingers in his hair as he kisses down your sternum. "I've- I've missed you so much."

"Me too," he's standing up, and you're still lying on the couch, resting on the back as he pulls your knees up, "So much." You feel his breath against your clothed cunt, hot.

"Don't leave me again," You whisper, and he's slowly pulling your panties to the side.

"I won't," he tells you as his tongue slides along your folds.

He makes you cum once on his tongue, and then twice more; when he fucks you on your carpet, and then when you ride him on the couch.

He's not so sweet with it, his hands harsh on you and his lips desperately marking his presence unto your skin. But you love it that way, you love how you can feel him so deep, how his eyes watch every inch of you.

You love it when he cums and fills you, when he's moaning your name, every nickname he's ever called you in the past, telling you how much you consumed his mind.

There's no way he's leaving again, and there's no way you're letting him.

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icedemon1314 · 15 hours

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Stuck in the moment || Bakugo, K.

Pairing: fuckboy Bakugo/hopelessly romantic fem. reader

Trope: Enemies/friends to lovers.

summary: You made a mistake, a huge mistake. You fucked the most cocky, annoying, bastard, fuckboy you knew. Bakugo Katsuki. And that fact was against all your beliefs. Now, after the rumor (truth) spread like a pandemic virus in college you'll have to live with the stormy consequences of your acts and whatever trash was brought with it.

a/c: Hey, it's me again. Here we are in a new series I plan to continue. I really hope you enjoy it. I put my favorite man in action (bakugo) being a selfish bastard that you would love eventually and I couldn't help to put another "trope" I'm a sucker for (guardian/father figure Aizawa) I'm so sorry if that bothers you. Once again, I'm sorry if I misspelled something, English is not my first language. (Not proofread yet)

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Blame it on the ovulation process. You couldn't believe that you ended up making out (drunkly) and fucking the one and only Bakugo Katsuki.

Bakugo was a total pain in the ass back in UA high school, and after the big battle, when the doctor told him to cooperate after his heart injury and surgery, he changed for better. Well... better is a word to describe it.

He had the looks, he had the attitude, and now, in College UA, he found a way to get the chicks at his feet. Who knew he would be good at flirting and getting the female attention, putting aside his obnoxious and loud behavior?

In the other part, you knew better, but damn, now you felt bad, betrayed by your own hormones, doing the walk of shame to your room.

Bakugo Katsuki was a fucking legend in college, the major fuckboy, hoping from chick to chick and jeez that broke all your standards about boys, how did you even end up in his room?

Oh, that was a good question that you could answer. Fucking cosmopolitans made by Denki and Jirou, they wrecked all your senses and because the planets were aligned you ended ip tearing up all his clothes along with him grabbing every part of your body while eating your mouth. He was a good kisser though.

You slid your keys on the lock of your room door. Jirou was there in her bed, laying with Denki who was sound asleep.

"Girl," she sat in seconds at the sight of you, patting Denki's arm to wake him up.

"Don't," you told her, completely defeated. "I just wanna cry"

You couldn't stop the tears streaming down your face.

For you, giving Bakugo your body and an intimate moment wasn't something to be happy for. He wasn't in your to-do list compared to other girls that you knew were dying for a peak of him.

You believed in love, in the vulnerability that it brought alongside the happiness and the sappiness. You wanted to be loved and not be used. For you, Bakugo wasn't a trophy, he was a mistake.

"Just let it go." Jirou hugged you tightly. "Did he do something to you?"

"No, no," you cried in her shoulder, feeling her arms around your body and Denki cli ging in your back. "He was a complete gentleman,"

You hated yourself for reacting like that. The man gave you all of his stamina pounding himself into you, and he was almost romantic about it. You were a fool, not like you were catching feeling upon the act, not at all. You just didn't want to be one more of his long ass list.

You had a single rule. Don't sleep with people you don't have feelings for. You knew that for some people, it was easy not to get attached but for you, even if you didn't feel anything like sentimental after the act you ended up craving the affection and the tenderness that came up with a relationship.

You've slept with boyfriends in the past and you did good with friends with benefits because at least there was a friendship to cling on, in this case, you only knew Bakugo by name and because Denki, your bestfriend's and roommate's boyfriend hangout occasionally with his group.

"I'll avoid him," you told your friends. "And everything's going to be fine"

You dried your tears and excused yourself, gathering your belongings to go and take a shower. You could still feel his scent in your skin.

Walking to the common woman bathroom, you tried to block the memories in your mind, and it worked until you opened the door.

"Hey," the pink girl greeted while putting on make-up in front of the mirror. "Oh my god, I know you, you are the girl from the party last night, right?"

Mina Ashido, one of Bakugo closest friend.

"Yeah," you tried to smile, but you failed. God wasn't on your side today.

"Are you okay?" She asked worried.

What could have given you away? Oh, your swollen and red eyes for sure.

"Yeah, I'm just hungover." You tried to laugh her worry away, and when Jirou asked about the encounter, you told her that you wanted to believe that it worked. But you never fooled anyone.

"Me too" she said giggling.

Thank god she didn't push it.

"I'm going to shower, so see you later...?" You said, and it sounded like a plan, but you just wanted to be nice with her.

"Oh, before you go, do you have any tampons? My period just came early this month. I think it's a reaction after drinking a huge amount last night"

Hormones, you knew about that.

Shit, period? Did he wear any condoms? I mean, you had your anti-babies method and all, but what about STD?

"Hello? Calling from earth, " Mina waved his hand in front of your face and you regained consciousness.

"Shit, yeah, sorry, here." You led her your last tampon from your bag.

"Thank you so much," Mina said, grabbing all her things into her purse. "I will see you around"

That encounter only made things worse. Albeit you wanted to avoid the bastard you needed to find him to have the most embarrassing talk of all.

You knew Bakugo's sexual life like the palm of your hand. The rumors on campus spread like the Black Death in medieval Europe. You prayed that your name wouldn't appear on those rumors.

It was easy finding him among his friends, the red-headed enormous cinnamon roll, the tall one with the tape quirk, and, of course, Mina.

You approached slowly and tensed. The first one on seeing you was Mina, who was happy to see you again after you gave her your last tampon. She waved his hand in your direction, and you smiled at her, trying to dissipate your nerves.

The time has come.

"Hey, uhm, I need to talk to you." You twisted your hands nervously after patting his shoulder to gain his attention. He turned around, and when caught that it was you in front of him, he just glared at you from above, the sun at his back making you squint your eyes a little. "In private," you said to complete your previous sentence.

He wasn't even giving you the time of the day before he was almost laughing at your face.

"Sorry, princess, I don't do rebounds." he solidly huffed at you with a side smile and all.

Mina was the first one to scold him while his friends just whined at his behavior.

That damn motherfucker son of a bitch bastard.

Your face passed from being the normal shade of your foundation and skin to a different shade of red. How could he be such a cunt about it?

But you had your mouth, too.

"Oh no, don't worry, I haven't seen a dick as small as yours, and you think I want to repeat that shit show? Oh, please. I just wanted to check if you have any STD I have to be aware of"

You lied about his dick at least. The only truth was that you didn't want to repeat the act.

The boys that were hanging out with him turned around to hide the giggling mess they were, while Bakugo only grunted in response, clenching his fist beside his stiff body.

"Why? Is there a problem down there? Is it itching or falling off?" He squinted his eyes at you, trying vehemently to put you down with his words. You denied moving your head like you didn't care at all about his attitude. "I don't have any STD. You should have seen it yourself when you were sucking me off"

Well, that was something a few people around heard. Scratch the "Don't be part of the rumor" from the list.

"Yeah, I should've had, but I forgot to bring my magnifying glass with me, that's completely on me, not your fault that you weren't blessed with something as big as your fucking ego"

The hushed screams of his friends were the beat you needed to turn around and leave him hanging. He had a piercing mouth, and you were almost trembling from the exchange of words, and yet, you didn't have the answer that you expected. Was he clean or not? Bakugo was a trustworthy man? Jeez, what a fucker.

Again, for the second time of the day you made your own walk of shame to your room.

"And, what did he say?" Jirou was waiting for you while she gathered all her belongings (and Denki's) to her side of the room.

"He said he doesn't have STD but I don't know if I should trust him...the scene was pretty intense." You sat in your bed, and she looked at you incredulously.

"Intense, how?" She quirked a brow, and you just shrugged before telling her everything.

"You did what!?" Denki stomped through the door. He was obviously listening behind the door like an old woman.

You hid your face in between your hands, internally screaming exhausted because of your poor decisions. Why did you leave the party with him of all people?

"He just nipped under my skin, and I had to defend myself, that's all," you tried to excuse yourself.

"You know that encounter is going to be the gossip of the week, right?" Jirou tapped your head gaining your attention. "You can't run of it"

"Jeez, I know"

All the situation was escalating from bad to worse real quick.

"Okay, fine, let's chill for a sec," Denki interrupted. "I'll find out about Kacchan medical records and I'll let you know, don't worry about it"

That's a good friend.

"Yeah, Denki can take care of that while you..."

"While I what?" You took your face off your hands.

"You know the rumor is going to spread before monday, right? You have to talk to Aizawa before he knows all of it in the worst way"

Shit. You had completely forgotten about the man who was kind enough to take you under his wing and be your guardian.

This was about to get good.

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icedemon1314 · 16 hours

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katsuki and short gf?

there is not much difference from you being short, or being average height.

but only small differences is he holds doors more open than usual, and youre not allowed to get a stepladder because he can be a stepladder. (either lets you climb him to get something or just gets it for you. its a pride and service thing.)

but he does also love the cuddles or you sitting on his lap.

this is short and sweet, because i took this as like a hc, 😭. but there isnt much change in him. idk why people make it seem so much different.

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icedemon1314 · 16 hours

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Hi can I ask for Katsu with a pro hero wife and then they get busy in the office of one their agencies? It's been long since they had time to spend with each other 👀

his office always smelled specifically like black coffee, no sugar, no cream. black coffee and something fragrant. it brought you comfort, making well known that you were in somewhat another home.

you knew that, the way you body was bent over the black and brown desk of his office. the back of your thighs and legs burned, it previously being slapped and bitten.

he pulls up to your earlobe, whispering hotly. “been way too fuckin’ long, mama.” he stated, kissing at the cartilage and thrusts in and out of your abused hole. “workin’ these long ass hours.. only want’a be with you.”

you bring a hand to his chest, your torso turning back to him as you look up into his eyes. “jus’ like that, baby– shit.”

“yeah, like that?” he teases, hands gripping the fat of your rear for support. “yeah, you like that shit.” he chuckles, eyes drawing back to your face. “i love you.” he says, kissing your jaw as his stubble pricks your skin.

“love you..” you say, bringing your hips back and forth on him.

“yeah, fuck me back baby.” he encourages, holding your hands while he matches your speed and rhythm. “goin’ta make me nut in you.” he groans, kissing your bare shoulder. his thrusts became sloppy, “yeah, youre bout’ to cum, arent you?” he asks, noticing the natural produced lube from your walls.

you nod, face frowning in pleasure as your legs shook. “baby, fuck!” you whine, looking back up at him. “make me cum, need you so bad.”

“yeah? yeah?” he asks, nodding his head meanwhile. “fuck, cum with me then.” he suggested, his voice more strained. “down on that cock, down on that cock.” he repeats, eyes dilating from his dopamine hit. “show me how much you fuckin missed me.”

he gets a few sloppy strokes in, and both of you orgasm with a whine and groan. heavy breaths being exchanged and kisses being planted on your back.

“i missed you, mama.” he whispers, kissing your collarbone and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “i got tuesday off.”

“me too..” you agree, a hand going into his hair and chuckling. “what do you wanna’ do baby?”

“stay in and watch whatever the baby wants. you pick.”

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icedemon1314 · 16 hours

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Can you make a part 2 of that bakugou x reader where reader saw him in a model magazine please?

if enough people are interested!!! i’d be willing to write something lengthier, like a oneshot 👀 i already have a little bit more writteeennn

for now, though, i’m focusing on lwgyh—but here’s a little snippet because i love to feed you guys 😌

here’s a link to the original post!

“What’s yours?” you retort, shoving at Bakugou’s chest.

Irritatingly, he doesn’t budge. Instead, he scowls at you and reaches up to pinch both your cheeks.

He ignores your exclamation of “Ow!” and says, “Don’t play dumb, you little shit. You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I—” You fumble.

“Look, if I did something, speak the fuck up,” he growls.

You can’t exactly tell him, Okay, yeah, I know we’re friends but since last week your face makes me think about kissing you and also I can’t look at you without thinking about what’s under your clothes.

Because that won’t go well at all.

Bakugou stops pinching your cheeks but keeps his hands cupped around your face, refusing to let you avoid his gaze.

“Well?” he demands.

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icedemon1314 · 16 hours

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A happy ending and beautiful beginning

Bakugo x reader

❧ Word Count: 0.5k

❧ this is my take on soft big boy katsuki. Just a little something to warm up with, and I'll be sticking with the old theme until I figure out what to do with the blog.

gn reader

Bakugo katsuki was always rough around the edges.

That was a well known fact.

He's brash and loud, he doesn't take shit from anyone and likes to make it a point how he's better than everyone else.

Everyone warned him that he'd end up lonely one day. That he'd never manage to befriend anybody, that he'd never find a partner.

He didn't care, he didn't want friends, didn't care for a partner, all he wanted was to become the best. And he dedicated his entire life to reach that goal, to become the greatest hero in existence, and he made sure everyone knows about it too, always advertising how he'd crush everyone else.

That's why he never thought he'd find himself here, in a warm cozy house that's currently cramped with all of those he cares about, his family, his friends and...You.

You with your bright smile and twinkling eyes and a heart too pure for this world. It was no wonder that he fell for you, but the fact that you returned that love was baffling to him. You were the one thing that he never dreamed he'd have.

He never understood how you managed to see past his sharp edges and rough front. How you saw all of him, all of his flaws, and still loved him.

Now, there are people who still criticize his personality, who wonder aloud about how someone like him could manage to end up with you. And even though he sometimes finds it hard to believe too, he doesn't care what anyone else says. Cause what he has now proves they've been wrong all along.

Cause here he is now, sharing his life with someone he loves in ways he never thought possible, someone he would give his life for. He knew deep down that he'd rip the world apart if only it mean you'd give him a smile, just a tiny tired smile like the one on your face right now as you're thanking everyone who came to congratulate you.

Bakugo moved from where he stood in the opposite corner of the room to you, and with every step he took closer to you his heart warmed a little more. Until he reached you, bending down to land a light kiss on your forehead and take the tiny bundle rest in your arms. The sleeping little baby that was the main attraction of the night, the reason everyone gathered around to congratulate you. His child. Your child. And as he held the baby in his arms he felt his heart melting at how beautiful they were, your little creation.

Then with eyes so bright and suspiciously watery, bakugo started on his way to put your baby in their crib threating his gathered loved ones that he's going to murder whoever disturbs his child's sleep.

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all eyes are on you singing in a band for the school festival, katsuki couldn’t be more jealous of anything else though.

bakugou x reader

!MDNI!

you feel it in your chest as you run out of breath, your hands are so tight around the microphone as if you wouldn’t ever let it go. cold sweat runs from your neck to your exposed back and to your chest, the more the sweat flows between your breasts, the shiver running down your spine gets more and more sensible.

your dress is so red, tight and tiny. the cleavage of the dress reveals your breasts, it’s a bold one. the wine red and the tightness of the dress make you seem as you’re not human at all, there is no doubt you’ve fallen straight from heaven.

devoted to the melody, you sing in a calming tone, your hair falls from your shoulders to your back as you move. you are completely seduced by the music. the melody, the blessed audience, everything around you makes you wet. burning wet.

you were born a musician, and you know it. music was the only thing which could seduce you, well, before you met that one guy.

he is sitting uncomfortably on his chair, with a frown even more deeper than his usual ones on his face. he is clenching his teeth and muscles, so tight that it is visible to anyone. he is breathing rapidly yet fiercely, his face is a little more lighter shade of red compared to your dress. his muscled arms look bigger, making it noticeable that he is clenching his fists.

he throws flerce glances around the guys in the hall, and keeps staring every one one of the guys meet his glance.

he wants to kill. to shed blood. to paint the whole hall red, with the blood of these extras.

he can’t even imagine another guy being able to see all this beauty you have, and that one dress is exposing it all.

he could feel the guys’ mouths get watered, god, he could even feel them getting boners by just looking at you. the world spins around the sight of you, he can feel the heat around his cheeks and eyes, he feels like he’s about to faint. everything is blurry, everything is so god damn wrong.

you shouldn’t have worn that dress. those guys shouldn’t have been here. you should have been moaning, no, screaming under him right now. his fists should’ve been in your mouth to shut you up, instead of lying clenched beside his torso.

you should’ve been dressed like this in front of him, not dozens of guys. the only thing to make him see red should’ve been the sight of you spreading your legs apart and touching yourself right in front of him, and once again, not this.

the melody slowly dies as you stop singing, and you raise your head to spot your boyfriend in the crowd. you were so anxious that you couldn’t even look at him, you were scared to mess it all up. as your eyes were searching the crowd for the spiky blonde hair and the fiercy red eyes, you felt a hand gripping your wrist and dragging you, so tight that it almost made you fall.

it wasn’t for a moment for you to pick up katsuki in the light, he wasn’t even looking at you. he was just dragging you along the hallway, his grip still tight on your wrist.

he made you run all the way to the parking lot, and once you were there, he pushed you against the wall in front of his mother’s car.

“what the fuck was that?” said he.

his voice was full of indignation, not towards you though. he never ever could be angry at you, he was aware of that.

he just couldn’t stand the idea of someone else seeing you like that, sweaty, pretty, and in a little dress. he wanted all of you to him, and him only. he wasn’t to restrict you in any way, and you already love him for that, yet sometimes he couldn’t help but get jealous in such situations.

you looked up at him worriedly, not knowing how to reply.

he snorted as he raised his arm to grip your face. it wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t too soft. you could feel the indignation run through his veins as his sweaty hand holds your cheecks tight. he was looking at you straight in the eye as he placed his thumb on your bottom lip, absentmindedly making you open your mouth.

as you did so, he abruptly removed his hand to grip you on your belly, and a heartbeat later he had you in his arms. you heard the sound of the car starting as he opened the back door and pushed you hardly on the backseat.

only a moment later he let himself in too, and started kissing you roughly. his lips were so wet and his kisses were so full of seduction, and a couple of breathless seconds later he removed his lips from yours to rear back and get you in position.

you moved your glance from his face to his pants, only to see the bulge that has gotten bigger. god, you would do anything to have that dick inside of you. flashbacks of the nights he made you scream and cry out of pleasure jogged your mind and made you grip him on his t-shirt to get him even closer.

you unzipped his pants rapidly, as he pulled down your dress to reveal your tits fully. he was so, so high from the sight of you, just as you were from the sight of him.

you couldn’t wait to see his muscled body exposed in front of you, you pulled his shirt up and made him take it off in a hurry. after he was done, he bent his head down to lick your nipples.

your moan was so abrupt to come out that it even surprised you. he was drawing circles with his tongue, then kissing and biting it. your moans got louder and louder and a couple of heartbeats later, you couldn’t help but grip his hair and pull it out of pleasure.

precum was already dripping down his pants as he felt your hand in his hair, making him take his unzipped pants off to reveal his boxers and the huge bulge.

you were breathing heavily and could barely see around, but still pulled his boxers down to meet the sight of his huge and seducting dick. it was so hard yet so wet, and made you want to beg him to take it in you.

“katsuki?” you said breathlessly, looking him straight in the eye.

“hm?”

“will you fuck me ‘til i cry?” you said in a tone almost as crying.

it wasn’t a will, but a command for him. he pushed you roughly and made you lie fully on the backseat, as he slipped your dress down to reveal your panties.

he didn’t even take them off but just slided his middle finger across your already soaking wet lips through your panties.

you shuddered and held back a moan, wondering if he could tell you were wearing the panties he bought you a couple of days earlier.

"fuck , you're so wet already. your pussy is begging for my fingers, isn't it?" he whispered hotly. you merely nodded as a respond, not trusting your voice at all. he continued to stroke you rhythmically, each time inching his fingers a bit higher until he pressed his finger against your clit, making you shudder once again. no matter how often he touched you, the power he had over your body never stopped to surprise you.

a couple of seconds later he moved aside your panties and slid his finger between your wet folds, entering your slick heat. he pumped it in and out.. once… twice and one more time before adding a second finger. you slightly moved your hips in order to get more friction.

your entire body tingled. your clit needed attention, your taut nipples begged to be pinched and your mouth wanted to devour his, releasing your moans into him as he fucked you, whether it was with his hand or his perfect dick.

just the thought of his dick, throbbing and pulsating, in your hand, your mouth or your pussy made your clit throb almost painfully. you couldn’t help but move your hand, go straight for your clit and pinch it. this earned her a soft growl from bakugou, who increased the speed of his pumping fingers.

once he was sure you were wet enough, he pulled his fingers out and licked them to taste you on his tongue. he started to align his dick with the entrance to your pussy.

he guided his entire length into you with ease and you moaned loudly as he fills you. almost leisurely, he dips into you as he enjoys the feeling of your cunt around him. your insides quiver in response, and after a few long, slow movements, he grabs firmly at your hips and starts pounding you hard. the snap of his hips against your ass were sharp and severe. he pulls out of you almost the whole way before slamming back into you again, making you gasp from the intensity.

his right hand slipped from its stronghold and spread apart your cheeks so that he could see you wrapping around his length. you could hear his breath grow shorter at this, almost whining, and he slammed into you hard.

there was a pause, and a loud moan, and you knew he had reached his own high. he remained inside you for a few moments as he savoured you. utterly satisfied, he sweeps your hair to the side so that he can see your flushed cheeks.

“mind if i ask you not to wear that dress out, baby?”

“no, not at all.”

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BAKUGOU KATSUKI ✰ 3:58

No amount of hectic schedules, exhausting patrols, rowdy villains, and never-ending legal paperwork could ever keep Bakugou from attending his daughters’ extracurricular activities—because he’d literally go through literal hell and back than to ever see a disheartened pout along with the silent treatment after he gets home from work.

You think he’ll ever miss any of his daughters’ milestones? Fuck no!

Bakugou insists on being at every event, his phone—and even an actual camera during a good day—in hand, his heart swelling with pride and unconditional love that makes his chest figuratively hurt; it might as well be a medical problem at some point.

Because, if anything, Bakugou Katsuki is a father first and a hero second.

“Shit, ‘m late. Have they started yet?”

He’s sweating as if he just used his explosions to propel himself in the air to get to you quicker, but, in truth, he sort of had to just run since the traffic on the highway today would’ve only angered and slowed him down. He left patrol to Halfie, who offered to take his shift, knowing how many times Bakugou covered for him when he was in his son’s piano recital.

“They just started doing warmups,” you answer. “Did you run? You’re drenched to the bone; you’re going to catch a cold if you don’t get changed into some dry clothes.”

“Hah, doubt it.” He snorts, though he does appreciate the thought of you bringing him a spare shirt for just-in-case purposes.

You're always the one who thinks ahead, aren't you? Bakugou knows he’s a very lucky man to have such a doting, caring wife that humbles him whenever he gets too focused on his pride. The balance that he didn’t know he needed!

Ignoring the gawking stares of the other parents—because it’s not everyday you see the Pro Hero Dynamight in mundane activities such as watching his kid take gymnastics’ lessons—he looks through the glass in search of his little princess.

Just as he saw her, his lips curled to that oh-so genuine smile, one that just said, “That’s my daughter, right there! Look at how awesome she is!”

Bakugou remembers how his parents were the same and how they were very supportive of his interests and hobbies, no matter how odd they may be for a five-year-old. How often do you see someone learning to take on both hiking and archery at the age of five? Bakugou was sure he learned most skills during his childhood that made him a firm hero in the field today.

“She has a bit of trouble with tumbling because of her tummy.”

“Yeah? And does that have somethin’ to do with my awesome cooking?” Bakugou replied smugly. “Besides, ‘ts just baby fat, and I’d prefer to see her like this than to see her thin but often sick.”

“Mhm, and she makes up for the cutest ending pose.”

“And her effortless splits. Have the coaches seen her do that?”

You shook your head. “Not yet,” you say, “but I think they’re about to do it—oh! Look, look!”

And he does; his phone’s camera is already recording his youngest daughter doing a perfect vertical split, while the other girls somewhat struggle to maintain a consistent posture.

“She’s a natural, hun.”

“She is,” you chuckle, “just like her Daddy to a certain extent.”

“Damn right, she is.”

Bakugou tries to hold back his laughter when your daughter once again attempts a forward roll with the guidance of the staff. Her tummy somewhat makes it a bit difficult for her to do so. The way she hesitates but then does the forward roll, albeit a little lopsided with a smile that shows her adorable tooth gap—it was safe to say that your daughter was over the moon with her gymnastics lessons.

It’s all too much for him to take.

And when all is over, he greets his daughter by picking her up and blowing raspberries on her neck that have her squealing in laughter before he insists that he’ll be the one to talk to the coaches about the upcoming schedules and the progress your daughter has made.

“Mr. Bakugou, she’s a good listener, and I believe that she’ll be moving onto the next class with the older children in no time,” they told him. “Has she received prior training before this one?”

“She’s also taking ballet lessons,” he answers, “but gymnastics is what she really likes. Ballet was just a compromise since your services weren’t available in our area at that time.”

“That’s wonderful to hear. It’s a joy to have her in class. I’ve already sent Dr. [Last Name] the schedules we offered, and we are looking forward to having your daughter in the upcoming lessons.”

The walk back to your car was light and quiet for a change. Your youngest daughter, Kusami, was out like a light in Bakugou’s arms, having worn herself out with socializing, rolling, doing splits, and whatnot the gymnastics’ instructors told her to do. And Bakugou was just letting the simple moment sink in because this is what he considers the most rewarding part of his day.

Time spent with his family.

Bakugou also warmed up to the thought of having to interact with other parents. He chatted with a single father earlier, whose daughter was the oldest in Kusami’s class. It was nice to converse with equally enthusiastic and supportive parents that you meet through your children's extracurricular activities.

“Let’s go through a drive-through; get Katsumi her usual order,” Bakugou murmurs, remembering how his oldest daughter, Katsumi, would’ve probably woken up from her nap by now and was probably anticipating her family’s return.

“Alright,” you nod. “Katsumi and Kusami have swimming lessons tomorrow at five in the afternoon, too. Do you think you’d get home that early?”

“Of course,” he answers. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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“yer in love with this cock, ain’cha?” katsuki questioned, kissing the back of your spine as your ass presses against his base. “fuck, love this ass. can’t believe i got together with you fer’real.”

you couldnt even respond, the way his cock was practically bullying into your cervix. his hands slide up your sides, him kissing each stretch mark that went downwards of your ass.

“fuckin’ love you.” he whispers again, hips thrusting into your gummy spot that made you get teary eyed. “oh you clenched from that, nasty thing.”

your eyes rolled back, drool dribbling from the side of your mouth. “katsuuukiiii…” you moan his name long, him growing more primal than human.

“fuck, keep cummin’ on this dick baby.” he sighs, rolling his own eyes back dramatically. “you like watching us, dont you shitty hair?” he turns his head, looking at the red head.

kirishima, fisting his cock with a muzzle on his face. he stared intently, soft groans or moans slipping and hed spit on his cock. he nods, jaw hanging open as he pants from him growing close.

“yeah? you wanna see her cunt?” katsuki asks, holstering you up and putting you in a full nelson in front of kirishima. “yah’ see it now?”

he nods, his hand getting faster.

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just some bakugo thoughts…

warnings: nsfw, blood mentions, just katsuki being gross, reader is a girl.

i feel like katsuki’s the type of boyfriend to be fucking gross when it’s about his girlfriend.

there’s just nothing in this world that would make him be grossed out by you, —absolutely nothing.

just finished some rough hero training and you’re all drenched in sweat? nice, you can even add some blood into the mix that won’t stop his dick from getting hard. he’s eating that pussy, some sweat won’t stop him from tasting his precious girl.

talking about blood, maybe you’re on your period? ok and? unless you tell him it hurts and you don’t want to, he is putting his cock all the way inside, raw. he doesn’t give a fuck. his girlfriend is right there; looking cute and beautiful, getting his dick like a rock without effort and you think he’ll allow some blood to stop him? fuck no. you’ll both just take a shower afterwards (and keep having fun there).

totally loves your natural smell, yes that means even your armpit smell when it’s summer and you took classes all day. if you dare try to push him away because you don’t want him to catch a whiff of your “bad” scent, he’s making a big fucking deal out of it. he went in for a hug and you’re taking a step back? you better come up with an excuse quick because he doesn’t care about who’s around. you’re his girl, he has seen all your body, all of it, so why would some armpit smell put him off? he licks your pussy everyday get it together now.

he’ll drink your spit, lick your sweat and blood, eat your ass, kiss your feet, use your toothbrush, lick your lollipops, anything you can think about, he will do it, why would he be grossed out by anything you have or do? you’re the woman he loves and he’s a man, he enjoys this type of stuff. get used to it.

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hmm, thoughts of big thick thighs... kneeling over you, stroking his cock in desperation to cum on you, to claim you in such a way that only he can. sweating beading on his neck, the bob of his adams apple with each hard swallow before giving in to the urge to groan at how good you look beneath him, how you look up at him so expectantly; just begging for him to cum on that pretty face and tongue of yours

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men sucking on tits and getting old on it wasn’t abnormal at all; actually, it was quite normalized.

every man sucked a pie of tits in their life, and they were lying if they said they hadn't. that being said, and you being you, toji’s pecs threw you into the wind.

they were so big and beefy that you just wanted to go at them, and that you did.

you fell in love with laying on his chest and just kissing his peck; they were soft yet firm; you couldn’t resist, and so you did the thing that everyone else was scared to do, pursed your lips, and began sucking, and you didn’t regret it one bit

licking over his nipples and softly biting. toji wasn’t opposed to it at first, but he did feel a little weird until he saw your face and how satisfied you looked.

your cheeks warm and a little smile on your face while you did it, your eyelashes fluttering as you indulged in the pleasure.

toji loved seeing how horny you got from sucking on his chest, and he only wanted to heighten the pleasure, his hands sliding in between your thighs as you spread them out more, sliding his hand on your panties and slipping your finger in your wet core.

the feeling of pleasure you were getting from him fingering you and the feeling of sucking on his sweet pecs made you want to orgasm from the jump.

this became foreplay really fast; not only did toji like the feeling of your tongue sliding against his nipples and sucking his flesh, he also got off on... well, getting you off. fingering you until you came on his fingers, just for him to fuck you until you came on his dick.

his chest was filled with hickies, and your saliva was dripping down his pecs. he didn’t even pretend like he didn’t like it; it was quite impossible when your mouth was working on his chest.

biting down on his bottom lip as you kept going, he would compare it to the way you sucked dick; the feeling was so close to it, that’s how good it felt.

toji just couldn’t get enough of your tongue and how you used it. you were just so good at using it that he let you do whatever you wanted to him. this was the only thing that he let you get away with because you made him feel good, and it was a sight that made him get off.

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