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gglitch1dd · 19 days

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King Katsuki x Courtesan Reader Snippet

So... I realised I forgot Katsuki's birthday and that's one of the only days I write something for him. But to be fair... I don't care about Katsuki but its a yearly tradition so I guess I gotta do something for the blond pomeranian.

SO yall remember the Breedingtober thing where Katsuki was supposed to have a one-shot where it was king Katsuki x Courtesan reader? Yah that.

I'll work on finishing that as my atonement to all the Bakugou stans.

Here's a snippet for yall. Hopefully its done by the end of the week.

Katsuki walked into the building with his men. The beautiful building was filled with sweet fruity fragrances. He pushed past the hanging lace that was around the entrance way. It revealed the one thing Katsuki’s men had been begging to stop in while they rode back to the capital. It was something that Katsuki wanted to outright deny but Eijiro had done a good job persuading him into trying to “Keep moral up”.

When Katsuki agreed, he didn’t think that would mean visiting the pleasure district.

The pleasure house had beautiful welcomers that bowed before them, motioning towards an old lady who sat in front, leading further into the elaborate building. She sat with her eyes closed, her hands on her lap as she seemed content, despite the place she was currently in. Her blue eyes opened as she looked to the warriors in front of her. “Evening, gentlemen. How can I assist you?” She asked, moving to shuffle onto her feet.

Eijiro, the highest ranking military general of his armed forces, stepped forward. He had an easy smile on his face like always. He motioned over to Katsuki. “I would like to introduce, his majesty, Emperor Bakugou Katsuki, as well as his royal first legion.” He motioned to the rest of the men that had come with the two of them. “We would like to implore your…” Eijiro hesitated as two girls, from the way they were dressed in lighter paler colours, with their hairs done up with hairpins, were clearly courtesans in training. They giggled at the sight of the officers and highest ranking noble. Eijiro looked back at the old lady with a glint in his eyes. He motioned behind him. “your institution’s services for the night.”

Coming out from behind them all was a chest filled with gold, carried in by two of the squires that were travelling with them. The lady’s grey eyebrows raised in surprise, her eyes looking down at the contents in front of her. Her eyes flicked to Eijiro who held a smirk on his face, knowing that the only currency that places like this spoke was in gold.

The old lady grinned and motioned to the room to her right. “You are more than welcomed to stay as long as you please, your majesty.” She bowed, allowing them further into the pleasure house.

Katsuki rolled his eyes as he stepped forward to the room that she had motioned to. To say that Katsuki didn’t want to be here would be an understatement. He wanted to be farthest away from here. He wanted to be on his horse being closer to the palace than further away. The battle that happened on his Eastern border was more taxing than he thought it would be. It was the last thing he needed but it was a great distraction. It kept him out of that stuffy palace and back with a sword in his hand.

It also kept him away from his wife.

“Eijiro, this better not be a waste of my gold.” Katsuki spoke as his crimson gaze moved back to his taller best friend and most trusted comrade.

The redheaded military officer chuckled as he rolled his shoulders. “Your majesty, this is supposed to be our celebration of our great victory.” He reminded the blond emperor. Were they alone, Eijiro would have called him by his first name, however with so many eyes and ears around, Eijiro chose the safer route.

Katsuki tsked as he moved towards the front. This seemed to be a greeting area, where they would receive more higher ranking guests. It would make sense from the red fully stuffed pillows, silks, laces and the incense being burned and wafted into the air. Katsuki scoffed as he motioned down to the front of the rows of pillows. Another pillow was brought, placing it on top of that one. Katsuki finally sat down unceremoniously, his hands on his knees as he stared forward with a scowl.

“Aww come on, Emperor.” Sero spoke up this time, sitting on the other side of him while Eijiro sat to the left of Katsuki. He spoke with an eased back straight smile. “You’ve been so tense ever since you got married, it’s time for you to live a little. Just like we used to before you got crowned.” He reminded the blond.

The good old days.

Something Katsuki missed more than anything. A time where he was fighting for his throne, where he had blood and dirt under his nails, a sword always resting on his hip and a tan from the hot sun that shone down on him. It was perfect to him. With nothing but his close friends around him and a burning fire reminding Katsuki of all he lost and all he would gain back again.

Now as Emperor, although Katsuki accepted and enjoyed the extravagance of his life, he missed his old one.

“Speaking of which,” Denki started to speak as he moved to sit beside Sero. “I’m sure a certain Empress Ochaco will be more than happy to see you, your majesty.” He spoke with one of those stupid smirks on his face.

Katsuki tried to bite back a groan at the thought of Ochaco. She was a good looking woman that was for sure with a good body and she did what a wife was supposed to, Hell, she was a great empress even. The only problem was…

Katsuki couldn’t seem to give more than half a fuck about her.

It wasn’t Ochaco’s fault. Not in the slightest. Katsuki just couldn’t find it within himself to see her as anything more than what she was. A woman who got sold through an agreement made by her father so that Katsuki could win the war. She never desired Katsuki nor did she ever see a need to do anything more beyond her wifely duties to him should he wish. She was a great empress when she wasn’t annoying the living daylights out of him. But she wasn’t Katsuki’s woman.

Which was probably why he felt little to nothing about the fact that he was about to entertain whores in a pleasure house tonight and return to her tomorrow.

Katsuki closed his eyes and fought back a scowl unsuccessfully. He really was tense. “Where’s that old woman!?” He asked loudly now that all of them were seated.

A low chuckle came as the old woman walked from a side corridor over to them. She moved towards the men, moving to stand at a wall. “I apologise, your majesty. I was fetching my girls.” She informed him. “Now, of course, since you have graced us with your presence, your majesty, you will be the first to choose from my highest-ranking courtesans.” She motioned to where she had come from.

Walking in from the hidden sides were a group of five women, all more beautiful, curvaceous and enticing than the last. They carefully sat down on their knees, their bosoms nearly spilling out of their dresses and their make-up perfectly complementing their complexion. Katsuki’s eyebrows eased at the sheer beauty in front of him. No wonder his men were so eager to be here. He had heard from them about how this was the best pleasure house in the entire kingdom and was hesitant to believe them, however looking at his options, he wasn’t surprised.

There was one, that did catch Katsuki’s attention more than anyone else.

You sat in the middle of them all, your eyes looking straight at Katsuki almost as if you weren’t afraid to look at death straight in the eyes. You had this stare that had something brewing inside Katsuki immediately. It made him feel like he was suffocating, like he couldn’t breathe under your scrutiny. You were by far the most beautiful out of all of them. Not by looks but just by your presence. Your eyes scanned over his front line highest ranking officers. Each one of them stiffening under your gaze, blushes blooming to their cheeks.

Your eyes finally settled back on Katsuki. You bowed your head, moving your hands in front of you as you lowered your head, bowing down towards the floor. “Your majesty, the honour is ours.” You all spoke but Katsuki only wanted to hear from you.

“Now, you can pick any of the-”

“That one.” Katsuki pointed a single finger towards you. His crimson eyes stayed honed on you. “I want that one.”

-Glitch1d

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fatkish · 1 month

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Bakugou X reader Safeword perhaps? I’d rather there be zero smut but if you want to add the moments right before the reader Safewords out make it as less explicit as possible, I just want comfort not smut

(Sorry, this is just my favorite picture of Bakugou’s faces. It doesn’t really have anything to do with the story. Also I hope no one minds but I decided to go a different route with the safe word ask. I hope you enjoy it)

Bakugou x Reader: Overwhelmed

Bakugou knows that being in certain social situations can be overwhelming and taxing for you. That’s why he came up with the idea for you to have a safe word that you can use in public places to communicate your needs to him without having to struggle or stress yourself out

Since you guys live in Japan, you both decided that you should use a word in a different language. This can be any word but I’d personally use a word like ‘Comfort or Overwhelmed’, so whenever you say that, it tells Bakugou that you need comfort or to leave wherever you are

If you guys are out shopping and there’s too many people or there’s so much going on that it’s too much to process, then all you have to do is say the ‘word’, and Katsuki is taking your hand and walking away to a place where you guys can be alone and take a minute to process things

If things are too much, he’s totally okay with leaving even if it means he’s going to have to return later to finish whatever task he needed to do. Nothing is more important than your comfort

Bakugou isn’t the type to push you to go out of your comfort zone. He knows how you feel and will only encourage or push you if you ask him to.

An example of this would be:

You and Bakugou were out shopping for groceries at a flea market like event. Bakugou wanted to get fresh ingredients that are farm to table. Neither of you expected the media to be covering the event. Once the media recognized Bakugou, despite his attempts to disguise himself, the media swarmed him. Not only was the crowd overwhelming but when they saw you, they immediately turned their attention to you and started asking questions.

The moment that happened you grabbed Bakugou’s hand, using Morse code, you tapped the safe word on the back of his hand. The moment you finished, Bakugou dropped what he was doing and wrapped his arms around you, telling the media to f~~~ off, he used his quirk to blast you guys into the air and went to the roof of a building.

Once there he helped you breathe and started doing exercises that your therapist had given you or that he had learned from his experience. He would ask you to either breathe with him, breathe in for four seconds, hold for four seconds, breathe out for four seconds, hold for another four seconds and then repeat and breathe in for four.

Or he’d do something like the rainbow room or other grounding techniques. He’d ask you to name something you can see that is the color that he says. For example, name something blue. You’d say the sky if it’s a nice day. Something red, you’ll say his eyes. Or he’d use the 5 senses countdown. Name 5 things you can see, 4 things you can hear, 3 things you can feel, 2 things you can smell, and 1 thing you can taste.

After you’ve done that he’d ask if you want to go home or try to continue and based off your answer, he’d do whatever you’re most comfortable with

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo mha

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willowser · 8 months

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sometimes i get the very strong urge to write a comes back ??? fic for bakugou but the more i think about it, the more i realize how emotionally taxing and honestly horrifying it would be.

you and bakugou spend a few years in that weird will-they-won't-they stage before you officially start seeing each other seriously, and then it takes some time to adjust to having a pro-hero for a partner — so it's not always easy. until the time goes by and you have a break up scare or two and things finally level out, and you figure out how to talk to each other and you fall into the beautifully warm comfort of just being together, in love.

and then he fucking dies. in a heart-explodey, blind-in-one-eye kind of way.

the two years that follow are just — time passing, like pages in a chapter you can't understand the words to. you know grief in a way you never could have comprehended before, you wonder what it's all for and how you'll go on. you're angry at him for sacrificing his stupid life and angry at the world for taking him from you, but you're so deeply, down to your bones, heartbroken over losing him.

and you're not the only one; more than any of his friends that you see, deku is the one who is there for you the most. calls you daily and pulls you out of bed, makes sure you eat because he knows that's what kacchan would want. lovingly flings out a few gruff insults that make you laugh until you're both crying in your kitchen. it means something, maybe, that you both can just mourn in the presence of one another, without judgement or care.

your relationship gets a little — dependent. not romantic, at least not for you, but it's like you need the other person for the bits of bakugou they hold that you don't. the memories and the laughs and the bad times as well as the good. the secrets katsuki would never tell you, and the tenderness izuku was never shown.

it never gets easier. every day is just another day. if you think about it for too long, it all comes crumbling down. you're almost having to disassociate through your life just to make it, and that's hard when the whole city mourns him, too. but you do it. every single day, even on the worst of them.

izuku calls you a little more than two years after, in the middle of the night.

sounding way too awake and out of breathe, though you don't think that's necessarily out of the ordinary, considering his profession. he's a very hyper-fixation kind of guy; you can only imagine what hobby he's picked up and also mastered in the last 48 hours.

he asks if he can come pick you up from your apartment because he "needs to show you something important" and you agree, even if it doesn't feel like it usually does, when the nights are long and you both need someone to talk to. this feels — urgent. a bit worrisome.

you don't know where he takes you, but he's quiet the whole way there. in an old sweater, hair mussed, bags under his eyes like he really hasn't slept in the last 48 hours.

("stupid flighty fucker," katsuki would say, sometimes, when the weight of the world was weighing too heavily on the number one hero's shoulders, and even if he would huff and puff and grit his teeth, you'd notice him checking his phone more often than usual. taking every phone call that came without hesitation.)

you almost want to tell izuku that, in the car, because that's what you do, that's how you've kept him alive between the two of you; kacchan would make a point to tell you that's not how generators work, in the shitty horror film you and deku go see, that kacchan wouldn't dare sit through.

("no, he would," you argue, solemn as the lights in the theater warm back to life, as it empties. "he would."

and after a long, heavy beat, izuku would agree. "yeah. he would.")

izuku brings you somewhere that's too clinical to be as quiet and as dark as it is: inside, the walls and floors are sterile with anti-septic but the lights are off, in every hallway. the only visibility comes from a small lamp that's in a lobby of sorts, and there is a small handful of people you don't know, at all, already there. waiting.

you say his name in a small, concerned question, and when he takes both his hands in yours, they're warm and too wide and sweaty. his eyes glow, but in a way you don't recognize. everything he says to you is — gibberish, a mish-mash of worry and half-sentences and all the warning bells are going off in your head.

"y-you can't freak out, okay? you have to—i can explain all this when...when the time is right."

"you said that you would give anything to have kacchan back, remember? you said—you would do anything."

"i know this sounds—i know how this sounds, okay? but nothing is impossible!"

"i just need you to trust me."

and up until now, you had no reason not to. but you're not sure when he slept last, or even when he ate last, or why he's muttering things about his quirk, how he and katsuki are connected somehow, in ways he's not able to explain.

or why you can faintly hear the steady beeping of a heart monitor just beyond the only closer door in this wing of the hospital.

#not me actually crying while writing this lmaooo #deku is ✨ delulu ✨ enough for the both of us kahfkaha #no bc the thing is that he comes back and it's the age old question of. what have we done.#but at what *cost*#in my anime world logic for this deku does something something with all for one to bring him back — along with other unspecified stuff — an #bakugou comes back with deku's memories of the last two years 👀#and he can FEEL how miserable deku was without him 🥺 how bad deku felt for YOU 🥺#how weirdly close the two of you got 🤔#does he come back wrong ????? or does bringing him back make YOU wrong ??? 🥺#okay bye for real for real we've been driving all day bye bye #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou

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eris-snow · 4 months

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8. 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐀 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭

Tags:bakugou x fem!reader, juxtaposition, detective bakugou, hacker bakugou, fluff in the midst of angst

There’s a light at the end of the tunnel. One must grasp it before the tunnel caves in.

January 6 20XX

You have to give Katsuki credit, because the dude was dedicated. Not only that, but he could do things that you found difficult with ease. Such as, well, talking to someone.

"Aizawa-sensei says that the foolscap was outdated from 10 years ago. Apparently, it was the same ones he used when he was in U.A. It spanned a good ten years, so at the very least, they haven't walked off the fuckin' earth and died yet." The ash blond announces, flopping on the ground next to you. It was the first day officially back from winter break, but Katsuki was as unfazed as ever.

Back when people were still being potty-trained, Katsuki was practising hours a day on the piano in between kindergarten and card trading with the guys. That's what made him the best, and half of you was glad to see that part of him was still the same.

Focus, you tell yourself. Now isn't the time to get distracted!

"They could be anywhere in the country. With my luck, anywhere in the world." You counter. "Or maybe the one with my condition has poofed out of existence—"

"Stop it with that," Katsuki knocks his knuckles against your forehead, making you reel back at the contact. "People stop writing for all sorts of reasons. They could have cracked the code, or had a fallout, who knows? Shut up and be optimistic. I can't afford you spiralling."

You make a face at him. "You've changed."

"I'd be an asshole if I didn't." He replies, not missing a beat.

You're still an asshole, you want to point out, but you hold your tongue. He's trying to help you, after all.

"Any idea of what course they were in?" You ask instead. "It'd be easier if it was a hero, high profile is good."

"There's a phone number on the paper—"

"That has been changed and is unavailable." You finish. "It's a dead end."

Katsuki huffs, folding his arms. "It's a lead."

You snort loudly, holding back your laughter. "You've changed a lot—"

"And you're an idiot." He refutes. "You can track a phone even after its number is changed. I can get a hold of the IMEI number—"

"What are the chances of someone keeping a phone for over a decade?" You scoff.

"What other chances do we have of finding these pieces of shit?" Katsuki counters.

Biting the inside of your cheek harshly, you sigh. He has a point.

—

February 20XX

The plan, unfortunately, did not work. Either someone had used the phone beyond repair, or it had already been destroyed.

Brilliant.

Katsuki lets out a growl of frustration. It took him a month to find out how to track this guy. A month. And yet you were no closer to finding these grown-ass men.

It was around that time that you started to bring newspapers of that time to the hall, scourging for any clues relating to that incident.

"If only we just knew what course this guy was in..." You mutter, consuming yourself with the papers.

Katsuki stands by the curtains with an unamused expression, hands full of yearbooks as he watches your eyes scan the papers with an immense amount of focus. He's come to know you for months at this point, and has started taking note of little things about you because the more he looks at you, the more he finds.

Like how you bite your lip whenever you're nervous, bite the inside of your cheek when you're irritated and tuck your hair behind your shoulder when you lie.

Like how terrible your piano playing is but you still continue, like how even though what you've been through is more mentally taxing than anything on the battlefield, you still—

It takes Katsuki a second that he's been staring at you for way longer than normal before he unceremoniously drops all the yearbooks on the ground with a loud thud.

You jump like a startled cat, glaring daggers at him as you scramble to get your newspapers away from him. "What the fuck, Bakugou."

His mouth coils into a pleased smirk. "Jokes on you, I'm going deaf. What was that?"

You groan, and it makes Katsuki's confidence ignite. There we go. This version of you, he can handle.

"What's the yearbooks for?" You ask instead, nearing the dusty stacks of bounded paper before flipping through them.

"I managed to round up the yearbooks from the people who still used this piece of foolscap when they were in school." Bakugou plops down on the ground with you. "It's just ten years. If we can go through every class and see if anyone has photo fucked with—"

"Photo fuck?"

"Has the same photo issues as you."

You raise an eyebrow. "Not one of your best works, Nickname Wonder."

"Whatever. Find someone with consistent photo issues throughout their time in U.A and we might be able to narrow it down."

"..."

"Seriously, photo fuck—"

"Shut it."

—

"Hey man, where are you going?" Eijiro bounds up to him like he'd shitted rainbows, and as much as he appreciates the ball of sunshine cramped into every cell in his friend, he did not want to deal with him now.

Still, he replied. "Training."

"Sick! I was just thinking of—"

"Not today." Katsuki picks up his duffle, checking the clock. "Meeting the nerd at Ground Beta. All Might wants to try something. Gotta run—"

"You've been real busy lately." Eijiro cuts off, blocking his path. "Look, me and the squad don't want to push, but...don't overwork yourself, okay?"

Katsuki almost snorts. Yeah right. Overworking himself was Izuku's job, not his. A tight schedule didn't mean a messy schedule. He'd planned enough time for sleep, eating, internship, training and hunting down people who may or may not exist.

He was being productive, not stressed.

" 'm not overworking myself," Katsuki mutters, sidestepping his red-haired friend as he walks out of the common rooms.

"Well, I'm here if you wanna talk things out!" Eijiro calls.

Katsuki gives a grunt as a response as he pushes the door open.

It's not like Eijiro would remember anyway.

—

The list of possible victims is done by the end of the week, and Katsuki takes the liberty to go for a slow walk around the school to hunt down his teachers and interrogate them. He'd like to say that he's made a good amount of progress, but Katsuki doesn't lie.

The entire procedure is pretty much a coin flip. He can confidently eliminate one or two, but can't ever be sure for the remaining. Were they just forgotten with time? Did they drop out? What if they went undercover?

A handful were even in the General Course, and getting in touch with those alumni was even more difficult.

"Look," Aizawa stares at him tiredly. He looks like he's on his 5th cup of coffee and that his eyebags can carry weights of lead. "I see you from Monday to Friday non-stop. I wish to be alone on a Saturday morning so I can mark your papers and get them back to you on Monday next week. So for God's sake, get out of my face."

"I'm trying to save someone." Katsuki prevents the door from closing with his foot, staring up at his teacher with raised eyebrows. "And from what I heard, heroes don't get breaks. Let me in, Sensei."

Aizawa squints at Katsuki. He may have lost his leg, and pretty much his quirk, but Katsuki's still sure that Aizawa kicks ass. All Aizawa had to do was say the word, and he'd get booted out.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Even so, his teacher lets him into his lair of unwashed coffee cups and Post-it notes wonderland. Katsuki doesn't bat an eye.

"Doesn't ring a bell." Aizawa shrugs, crossing names off.

"Nothing? Cause this guy was in your class." Katsuki yanks out a yearbook and slams it on the table, flipping to the bookmarked page.

On it, is a class photo of 17-year-old Aizawa surrounded by his classmates all those years ago.

"It's been a decade and a war," His teacher snaps. "Give me a break."

As his teacher's eyes survey the picture of his youth, Aizawa's finger hovers over one person's face.

"Oh, I remember him."

Katsuki's breath catches.

Aizawa-sensei trails his finger down to the names, circling the name of the face he'd pointed out that was streaked with blotchy ink.

Imasu Saito.

"He was one of the top students in our year, until his third year. Kept disappearing after class and even ditched. Dropped out right before graduation."

A thin thread circles the name, bright red just like his eyes.

This isn't just a throw-away line.

This was a lead.

"Tell me about him."

Surprised by the sudden interest, Aizawa continues. "I don't know. Last I checked, he was still living with his parents. Could be anywhere by now."

Heat burned in his throat. This could mean something. "Kenji Tanaka," Katsuki urges, iterating the name carefully "Did Saito...know Tanaka?"

Aizawa gives him an unamused expression. "Flattered to think you expect me to remember my classmates' names. And to answer your question, I wasn't even aware that there was a Kenji in my class. Now looking back, I doubt I ever interacted with him at all."

Katsuki groans, slamming his head on the table and sending paper scattering everywhere.

"Fuck humanity. This is what I get when I try to be a little fuckin' nice."

Well, a lead's a lead. Best to take advantage of it, no matter how small.

Aizawa raises an eyebrow, slides a hand to the mini-fridge and cracks a can of Red Bull.

He offers it to the blond wordlessly.

Katsuki swipes it from Aizawa's hand.

Best fuckin' teacher ever.

—

Katsuki shares his findings with you when he plops down in the hall later that evening, and you take turns to share yours.

"There's this guy that made headlines for one news issue." You show him the newspaper, and on it, he reads it out loud.

"20-Year-Old Claims The Existence Of The Non-Existent: The Hottest Flat Earther Theory."

Katsuki almost crumples the sandy paper in his hands. His mouth feels just as dry.

"Bullseye."

"Despite the catchy opening, it didn't do well. The news didn't stick, and there are no follow-ups in the issues before or after it." You push the paper down, causing Katsuki to look into your eyes. "This guy was—"

"Imasu Saito." Katsuki finishes, watching you nod in agreement. "A name. We have a name."

Katsuki looks at the decomposing tabloid, seeing gold. "Alright, spit it out. How did you even manage to find this? There were so many companies and articles—this isn't even from a big-name company. This could have taken years to uncover."

You wriggle your fingers together, shrugging. "Let's just say being invisible has its perks. And the internet. No one bats an eye towards me when I went through their archive."

"Their?"

"It's a long story."

Shrugging it off, Katsuki refocuses on their task. They have bigger fish to fry.

"We need an address." You tell him. "Do you have an address?"

Snorting, Katsuki gives you his most 'are you crazy' look. "Who do you think I am? God?"

"No, you're Katsuki Bakugou," Your eyes sear with confidence. Katsuki's felt that look somewhere. The pure, raw, doubtless look of trust behind those eyes.

He's definitely seen it somewhere before.

"You've risen from death and beat someone twice as powerful as you. You've bounced back from setback after setback. You're the winner of the Sports Festival and the top in Battle Simulation, and you've hacked into systems with firewalls so strong people on the other side of the screen think you have a Tech Quirk. You can find one measly address."

Well, when you put it like that, what is Katsuki supposed to say? Deny?

Puffing up his chest, he levels your gaze.

He can do this.

He can do this, and he will.

—

A week to the end of February, there's a text from Bakugou captioned "Look, at what I've got, you little shit."

On it, is an address of a residential apartment.

—

25 February 20XX

Katsuki could only get a permit to leave school on Friday, so it's the tail end of February when you leave school. It was only at this moment, did you allow excitement to swell in your chest. You're making progress. Much more progress than you had in years.

It was enough for you to start believing that there was hope for you after all.

And Katsuki was helping you.

Plugging the address in the GPS leads you both to your destination 30 minutes of U.A., and as you stand in front of a door with a fist raised, you glance at Katsuki.

He gives you a subtle nod.

Closing your eyes, you knock.

Please let him be home, please let him be home, please—

The door creaks open, and the door chain clinks as a lean man with lengthy limps peeks out. His eyes are cobalt blue, and when he looks at Katsuki, he squints.

"What do you want, kid?"

Wordlessly, Katsuki points to you, as if it explained everything.

All the trouble it took to find this stupid goon's house, led to one too-tall man that looked like he had survived a trainwreck.

Sunken eyes hollow, eyebags prominent, and body far too thin.

The man's orbs widen as he blinks rapidly, only just noticing your presence, even though you're standing right in front of him.

"Are you Isamu Saito?" Your voice is small, as if any louder would cause the floor to fall out from beneath you. "If so, I'd like to talk to you about this."

Rifling through your bag, you pull out the decade-year-old foolscap encapsulated in a file.

He just stands there, blinking, unflinching, mouth falling agape.

The door slams in your face.

At first you think that he wasn't who you'd assumed he was and that you had somehow gotten the wrong house.

But before the panic can sink in completely, you hear the door chain jingle as the door opens wide. The man's gaze of you is pitying, and he speaks directly to you for the first time.

"I'm Isamu Saito. Please, come inside."

8 Months, 2 Weeks, And 2 Days Until Time Of Death.

#juxtaposition (Bakugou)#mha #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugō #bakugo x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x reader #fluff #bakugou fluff

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kaidabakugou · 1 year

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❅ DAY 3: OIL MASSAGE FT. KATSUKI BAKUGOU

❅ WORD COUNT: 4K

❅ WARNINGS: SENSUAL MASSAGE / DUB-CON / ORAL SEX / NIPPLE PLAY / BODY WORSHIP / TEASING / LICKING / BITING / MARKING / UNPROTECTED SEX / CREAMP PIE / LMK IF I MISSED ANY <3

❅ AUTHOR'S NOTE: pretend i posted this 2 days ago :) but anyways here’s day three of 12 days of christmas, i know i said the event would be drabbles and short fics but i had so much fun writing this one that it turned into a long fic, hope you enjoy! <3

❅ 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS MASTERLIST

it was cold and dark as gray clouds loomed heavily above the busy streets of the city. quickly making your way across the sidewalk as you spot your destination just around the corner, silently begging that you can get there before the skies start pouring. this week has been stressful enough and walking in the rain would only add to your frustration.

the holidays have always been a busy time, and although you enjoyed all the activities that came with this season, you couldn't argue how taxing all the hassle was. which is why you decided to give yourself an early christmas gift by booking a full body oil massage to help you destress and relax.

whispering a small “made it'' under your breath when you finally reach the glass doors of the building and step inside, just in time as you look back and notice small droplets of water starting to fall against the glass. the massage parlor you've visited before was booked so after doing a bit of research you found that this one had great reviews and managed to get an appointment that fit your schedule perfectly.

the place was more welcoming than you imagined, the space was lit by a soft light and candles were distributed around the room, some of them scented creating a relaxing atmosphere. your attention is shifted when a tall redhead behind the front desk welcomes you with a friendly smile, dressed in a tight white shirt that shows his pectorals nicely, you couldn't help but sneak a glance at his large muscles while he was busy searching your name in the system.

shooting you another toothy smile as he guides you towards the back, opening the door for you to another room with a similar atmosphere as the lobby, and handing you a soft robe as he instructs you to take off all your clothes and get comfortable while you wait for the masseuse to come service you. thanking him as he shoots you a wink with the same charming smile before he exits the room to give you some privacy.

stripping your clothes and setting them neatly at a nearby desk as you lace the warm robe around your body, walking around the room while you wait as you take in the soft music playing in the background. inhaling a deep breath when the rich smell from the candles fills your senses, picking up one of the unlit candles as you bring it up to your nose to smell it before flipping it over to see the scent notes, already imagining what some of them are since the unique scent of palo santo has been engulfing you ever since you stepped inside the building. combined with the rich smell of cinnamon and star anise that has your body already feeling relaxed the more you breathe in the spiced fragrances.

the door opening behind you pulls you from your trance as you look over towards it, your eyes meeting with the most alluring vermilion irises you've ever seen, as a tall blonde steps inside the room, wearing the same white shirt as the redhead and some white loose pants as he closes the door behind him. giving you a small smile before introducing himself and telling you he would be your masseuse for the day. he said his name was bakugou, and you couldn't help but repeat it in your head as you took in his broad shoulders and wide muscles straining against the tight shirt.

“you like that scent?”he asks, pointing at the candle in your hands.

“yeah!, i already feel relaxed just breathing it in”, you chuckle while placing the candle back where you got it from.

“good to hear it, you ready to start?”, he asks while pulling some towels from the towel warmer and placing them on the massage table.

“mhm”, you hum as you make your way towards the table.

“great, please take off your robe and lie down while i get the oils ready”, he instructs before turning around to give you some space while he grabs the oils and materials from the shelf. you remove your robe and lay downwards on the table, lacing the warm towel over your rear before adjusting your head to lay more comfortably on the table as you let your arms rest by your sides.

“okay, just relax and let me know if anything, yeah?”, he says while placing a bowl of warm oil next to you.

“okay”, you say before taking a deep breath and closing your eyes, focusing on the relaxing music in the background and the soft sound of rain falling against the window while you wait for him to begin the massage.

dipping his fingers in the oil as he hovers them above your spine, feeling warm droplets fall against your skin before strong warm hands spread the oil across your skin, kneading at your sore muscles as more oil is drizzled along your shoulders. biting your lip to prevent the moan that threatens to spill from your lips the more he massages your skin, rubbing away all the stress accumulated on your muscles as he makes his way towards your lower back. drizzling more oil on your lower spine before working the area gently but firmly, his fingers brushing just above your cheeks under the warm towel before tracing your sides to make his way back towards your shoulders. slowly trailing down your arms as he laces his fingers with yours, working your hands and releasing the tension before making his way back up to your neck.

the sweet smell of almond oil mixing in with the spiced fragrance of the candles the more he lathers it on your skin. moving towards your bottom as droplets of oil fall against the back of your thighs, dropping along the length of your legs all the way down towards your feet before you feel his large hands against your skin. his digits working the stress on the soles of your feet as he works his way up to your thighs. his fingers ghosting against the inside of your thighs making your breath hitch in your throat, the warm towel against your rear feeling too revealing all of a sudden as he keeps working the area.

this was nothing new to you since you've gotten massages in the past, but there was something about the way he expertly kneaded at your skin and how he worked every sore spot on your body with such ease that it had your head spinning. so much so that you barely register the feeling of the warm towel being slipped down from your rear as he starts to work your cheeks, dipping both of his hands inside the warm oil before massaging your glutes in circular motions. cupping your rear and lifting it softly as he continues working your skin.

pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to stop the moans building against your throat from slipping out as he spreads your glutes apart slightly and laces his fingers through them before rounding the outer glutes and repeating the action. releasing how your breaths begin to quicken and get heavier the more his hands massaged your skin. returning from your hypnotic state when you suddenly feel them lift away from your skin.

“flip over for me, sweetheart”, you hear him say near your ear, his voice much lower than when he previously spoke to you as he grabs a new warm towel from the warmer. turning around with your eyes still closed as you lay on your back, exposing the front of your body to him. feeling a fresh warm towel being placed against your eyes, a subtle smell of lavender engulfing your scenes as you take another deep inhale, pushing the fact that you're naked in front of him to the back of your mind as you relax against the cushioned table.

feeling warm oil being dribbled against your chest, hearing him dip his hand in the bowl again as he poured the oil down your abdomen, over your pelvis and down your legs before his hands went back to work the skin in a methodical and hypnotizing manner. every frustration melting away with each knead from his fingers against your muscles as you started to feel heavier and warmer.

his large hands trailed up towards your neck, working the sides with his knuckles before he trailed down and circled your chest. cupping your tits with slippery hands as his fingers grazed against your nipples, gently pulling them between his digits. the sensation made your chest rise and fall a little heavier and your thighs twitch as you felt your clit start to pulse. an action that didn't go unnoticed by the blonde above you, smirking as he continued to knead at your chest before slowly trailing along your curves down to your pelvis.

dipping both of his hands in the oil again, collecting a small puddle of it and pouring it onto your lower abdomen, the oil dripping through your folds and pooling under you on the table as his hands start to massage along the area. circling your thighs whilst his fingers graze against your cunt, the slick forming on your pussy mixing with the oil as your breaths get heavier. his digits finally bruising through your folds cause the moan you've been holding back to spill from your mouth as your lower back slightly arches off the table.

a hand rubbing against your clit as the other spreads your legs wider for him, even though you knew this was wrong, his fingers felt too good for you to form a coherent thought. too caught in your own pleasure to notice the slight dip on the table between your legs, the feeling of a wet tongue licking a long strip on the length of your cunt making you sit up on your elbows as more moans erupt from your chest. pulling the warm towel from your face as your eyes meet his sultry red ones, already looking back at you whilst he continues to lap at your cunt.

the half of his face already glistening with the mixture of slick and oil from your body, his fingers trailing up to your chest as he pulls your nipples between his digits. tongue circling around your clit before sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth, feeling yourself get closer to the edge as your hand stretches down to tangle your fingers in his blonde locks, pressing his deeper into your cunt while lightly grinding your hips against his tongue when he lays it flat against your folds. your thighs shaking at his sides as you cum on his tongue, wrapping his lips around your cunt to lap up your release, not waiting a single drop as he swallows the sweet taste of your juices mixed with the oil.

“feeling relaxed yet, sweetheart?”, he asked, resting his head on your inner thigh whilst his thumb drags slow lines against your sensitive cunt.

“you do this to all your clients?”, you ask back through heavy pants while staring down at him.

“nah, just couldn't resist myself”, he says, smirking up at you while starting to lift from between your thighs.

“such pretty skin” he whispers against your warm skin before placing a kiss on your stomach.

“nice curves”, another kiss on the valley of your breast.

“gorgeous face”, he mumbles against your collar bones before pressing his tongue against the delicate skin of your throat, licking a long stripe all the way up to your chin as you lean your head back to give him access before facing him again.

“and a tasty pussy to go along with it…”, he whispers against your lips while staring deep into yours, “... how could i resist?”, noticing your lips curving into a smirk as he mirrors the action before pulling you into a messy kiss.

the oil from his face transferring onto yours as you continue devouring each other while your fingers curve along the bottom of his tight shirt as you start to pull it off him. breaking the kiss momentarily to discard the piece of clothing before pulling you in for another. pressing your hand to his bare chest as you push him down on the table without removing your lips from his, your fingers lacing along the waistline of his pants as you start to pull them down. leaning back on his forearms, bakugou lifts his hips off the table to help you take them off before discarding the garment. smiling at the pleasant surprise that he didn't have any underwear on and he'd been massaging your naked body with only a thin layer of fabric separating you.

reaching over towards the bowl of warm oil as you dip your hand inside of it, slowly pouring oil on his already erect cock whilst you start to slowly pump his length.

“isn't that my job, sweetheart?” he teases while spreading his legs further to give you more access.

“you took care of me, now it's your turn to relax and let me take of you”, your voice dripping in honey as you lower yourself towards his cock, circling his tip with your tongue while staying on your knees as you arch your back further, displaying the curve of your rear to him whilst sucking his cock further into your mouth. taking your time as you slowly move up and down his cock while your oiled hands twist around him with a firm grip.

his fingers tangling with your hairs as he brushes them behind your ear before resting his hand around your scalp, his digits scraping against your nape while he groans above you. “that's it, right there…”, he whispers as you feel his thighs clench beside you. “... fuuck that's it, suck the tip, baby”, following his orders as you lean your head back to only have your lips wrapped around his mushroom tip. sucking on it while flicking your tongue against his slit while your hands continue to jerk his slippery cock.

his fingers tighten against you as you feel his dick twitch in your grasp, reaching his climax as hot spurts of cum fill your mouth. the salty taste of his release combined with the sweet mixture of the oil making your eyes roll as you moan around his pulsing tip, swallowing every last drop as you continue sucking on it. stopping only when he gently tugs at your scalp from the overstimulation, placing a kiss on his swollen tip before leaning back to look up at his blissed-out expression while you lazily rub his length.

hooded eyes staring back at you while he catches his breath, throwing you a smirk between panting lips as you feel his fingers rub soft circles against your scalp. “come here”, he exhales while his other hand comes to rest at the side of your face, cradling it while lifting you towards him. resting your hands on his muscular thighs as he pulls you into a kiss, a much softer one in contrast to the heated one you first had.

your breaths mixing together when you pull back as you get lost in the red pools of his eyes, looking back at you like you're the most precious thing in the world when you only met him a few hours ago. the realization making your eyes dart towards the clock at the edge of the table in the corner of the room, noticing how you've stayed way past the time of your appointment.

“i should probably get going”, you say, meeting his eyes again.

“why the rush?”, he whispers back at you, his thumbs rubbing against your temples as if he'd done so countless times before.

“don't you have other clients?”, you ask with frowned eyebrows.

“shitty hair will take care of them”.

“shitty hair?”, you ask confused.

“the redhead at the front desk”, you laugh a little when you realize who he's talking about as you raise your hands to rest against his wrists while he continues to cradle your face.

“what's so funny, huh?”, he asks while giving you a puzzled look.

“nothing, it's just his hair it’s not that different from yours though”, you say between chuckles, releasing a louder laugh when you see his surprised face.

“pretty and snarky, huh… gonna have to get you back for that one”, he protests as his hands trail down your sides to rest at your hips as he guides you back down on the table.

settling between your legs as you rest them above his outer thighs. grabbing the bowl of oil as he tilts it over your cunt, pouring what's left of the warm oil over you before trailing up towards your chest. fisting his cock before he presses it against your cunt, gently rocking back and forth as he rubs it between your folds, teasing you as you feel yourself get wetter every time his cock grazes over your clit.

“you want this cock, gorgeous?”, he teases while his fingers trail up to your chest, cupping your breast in his large hands as his digits flick against your slippery nipples. arching into his touch as a moan vibrates in your throat while you frantically nod your head at him.

“yeah?, beg for it then”, setting your pride aside as you desperately beg for him to fuck you.

“please, bak-”.

“katsuki”, he cuts you off.

“katsuki, p-please”, a grin spreads across his face as he slides his cock down to align himself with you. a wave of pleasure hitting you as he shoves his length inside you in one swift thrust, not giving you time to adjust as he sets a steady pace. leaning down to lick your sensitive buds, sucking one into his mouth while his digits flick the other before his tongue trails a long, wet stripe towards your neck, leaving open mouth kisses along your side and below your chin until his hands comes to rest against the side of your face to pull you in a fervent kiss.

feeling the knot inside your stomach form again the more he thrusts into you, as your nails trail up against his back to rest against his shoulder blades, leaving red lines in their wake. his other hand gives your nipple a final tug before reaching down in between your bodies to rub messy circles against your clit. the overwhelming sensation of his tongue tangled with yours and his cock ramming against your walls with the added stimulation of his fingers on your erect bud sending you over the edge as you gush all over him. your release soaking both of you as he continues thrusting into you, fighting against the tight clenching of your pussy as he chases his own release.

feeling your wet tongue drag along the side of his neck all the way up to his earlobe as you suck it into your mouth, circling his piercing inside your mouth before pulling back to trail back down to the crook of his neck as you sink your teeth into his skin, hard enough to leave a mark without breaking the skin. the feeling of your tongue sending shivers down his spine and the added sting of your teeth catching him off guard, making his eyes roll back as he buries his cock deep inside your cunt. filling your pussy with his release as it starts to spill through the sides of your cunt, your juices mixing together as he empties his balls inside of you.

collapsing on top of you as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, your warm bodies melting into each other with the mixture of oil and sweat as you both catch your breaths while clinging to one another. placing kisses on your neck while you place them on his shoulder before he lifts his head to press his lips against yours, leaning back to admire your blissed out look while threading his fingers through your hair, his nails gently massaging your scalp with each swipe of his hand.

“am i gonna see you again?” he whispers against your lips as his eyes stare deep into yours as he waits for your answer. adoration mixed with a hint of fear that he misinterpreted this entire situation, and you won't return his advances.

“i hope so”, you chuckle back at him. relieve settling into his chest at your words as he smiles back at you before pressing his lips to yours again. a soft knock on the door interrupts you, making him grunt against you whilst you pull your bottom lip between your teeth to contain your giggles.

a muffled “everything okay?” sounds behind the door before bakugou responds to dismiss the redhead. releasing your chuckles when he buries his face in your neck again with a heavy sigh, neither of you wanting to part from each other’s warmth just yet as you stay wrapped against the other a while longer. his cock still inside you as your cunt leaks onto the table below you while your fingers thread through his blonde spikes, scratching gentle circles on his nape while his digits rub behind your ear, reveling in each other’s presence before you have to clean up and part ways.

sending you off with another kiss at the door of the massage room as he hands you a small bag with the candle you were smelling earlier before giving your rear a small slap as you make your way down the hall and back to the lobby. wondering if the pretty redhead at the front desk heard your moans all the way over to the front, spotting him standing by the shelves in the corner next to the front desk organizing some of the incense the parlor had displayed throughout the establishment, shooting you that same toothy smile as you smile back at him.

“everything to your liking?”, he asks while grabbing one of the boxes of the incense.

“definitely, thank you so much for squeezing me in”, you answer him while making your way towards the exit.

“oh, before you leave, here you go…”, he says while handing you the incense box in his hands.

“a little something as a thank you for choosing our parlor”, he adds while telling you his name, scratching the back of his head as he realizes he should've done it earlier. laughing at how this giant of a man has the sweetest personality, thanking him before you say your goodbyes. smiling to yourself when you pretend not to notice the bulge in his pants, confirming your suspicion that kirishima probably heard the whole thing, excited to make your next appointment at the parlor to see his reaction as you make your way back home.

finally relaxing against some warm blankets as you open the bag that bakugou gave you, smelling the incense that kirishima gifted you first as you laugh while thinking back on everything that occurred. the mixture of the sweet scent of frankincense combined with the earthy notes of myrrh fill your nostrils as you close your eyes while the fragrance floods your senses, a moan building in your throat the more you smell it before setting it aside for later.

grabbing the candle you fell in love with back at the parlor as you open it, eager to smell it again but before you can bring it to your nose you notice something inside of it. picking a small piece of paper from the top of the wick as you set the candle down to open it, grinning to yourself as you find a phone number written on it with the message “call me” below it and a badly scribbled heart right next to it. picking your phone from your bedside table as you dial the numbers on the paper, bringing it up to your ear as it rings while biting the nail of your thumb in anticipation before you hear the line on the other end pick up.

“took you long enough, sweetheart… thought you'd never call”.

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vampyrsm · 2 years

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Hello Alex! Hope you had a great week-end ! I was about to sleep can't sleep when this random question/thought hit my mind and it's kinda hilarious lol, like what if you and bakugo were out in public or you were having someone at home or with your kids idk and you suddenly were in the mood, what do you think your secret sex code would be? I was trying to come up with some codes and now i can't stop laughing!

Hi!! Sorry I saw this ask last night at like 3am and promptly passed out LMFAO. I hope you were able to sleep and also had a great weekend too!!

I've actually never thought about secret codes for things, but this idea is funny to imagine with Bakugou LMAO.

I imagine it sort of evolves over the years, at first you had attempted to give him 'the look', didn't really work because he thought you were just looking at him strangely from across the table at the hero convention. He just frowns, mouths a "what?" and you just have to shake your head at him to shoot him a text saying you wanna leave & y'know go fuck—totally makes him blush across the table, does the thing where he covers the lower half of his face with a hand whilst glaring at you from across the table for turning him on so easily.

That's when it starts to evolve into secret codes, if you can't explicitly tell him how you're feeling then I imagine codes come in the form of touches, squeezes and just body language in general. You squeeze his hand three times as one of those secret codes, leaning into his side when you're both at some formal event and kissing his jaw when he leans down to whisper if you're okay in your ear. He knows exactly what that means.

And when you're both a little older, got young children and they're at that age where they're becoming a little too observant so Bakugou can no longer bite your neck without your kids freaking out about 'Daddy's attacking mummy!!' - they proceed to try and yank him off of you and thus meaning no sex anytime soon.

That's when the code words start to come in, I'm not sure what they could be. Maybe something so mundane and "adult" that the kids will show no interest in it.

Bakugou's leaning against the kitchen counter, elbows forward and bent at the hip and you can tell he's just finished in the shower from the droop in his hair and the dampness to his bare chest and arms—a habit of being shirtless that you're thankful he never grew out of as you both got older. You can't help but oogle at him whenever you get the chance, it instantly sends a pang of heated lust straight to your stomach and since both of the kids are busy watching TV in the living room just behind you, you realise it's the perfect chance to finally have a moment with your husband.

"Hey, I need help with the taxes." and Bakugou's head snaps up at that, it was a stupid code but it worked well (he has helped you with actual taxes in the past and it most definitely did lead to you being more handsy with him because he's just so smart & god it's attractive).

His eyes instantly drift to his two devil spawn of kids before they're back on you, that cloudy look in his eyes that tells you he's already fucking you in his mind before he stands up at full height, smirking when you start to backstep a little to sneak off up to the stairs. "Of course baby, anythin' you want."

OR another situation being when Bakugou is out with Kirishima or something, maybe they're just finishing patrol and Bakugou is taking his hero costume off in the lockerrooms when he gets a text from you. He's instantly heating up, ears on fire when he turns to look at Kirishima who was trying to convince him (and you) to come out for some drinks after work.

"Can't, gettin' coffee with Y/N after." Bakugou hopes it works. But Kirishima is giving him the most suspicious look.

"Coffee? You don't even like coff—Oh, you two think you're slick, huh?" Kirishima smirks whilst Bakugou is just blushing furiously, shoving his hero costume into his gym bag before turning on his heel to stomp out of the room before Kirishima can comment anymore. Kirishima 100% is telling Kaminari later that night in the bar about both of your secret sex codes.

#— alex has mail !#— user asmaechan #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #sorry this kinda sucked #im so bad at secret code things because i really just #jump their bones

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shdo-xplosion · 1 year

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11. 💙 QUID PRO QUO - k. bakugou

power imbalance, manipulation, coercion, forced blow job. this actually turned a little darker than i planned, so sorry! in fact, to be safe, i’m going to call this non-con.

@touyatodorokislut’s event ask!

Doing this right behind the police station probably isn’t a great idea, but Bakugou can’t help himself, especially with the threat of never running into you again hanging over his head.

You’re so cute, still visibly shaken by the attempted villain attack that Bakugou had saved you from. He was only too happy to go to the station with you after all was said and done, give report to Tsukauchi while reassuring you that you were safe. It was all over.

Little did you know the plans he had for you. Or the hard on he’s been hiding since picking you up off the ground and carrying you to safety.

He can’t remember the last time he’d felt such a primal attraction to someone so quickly—without knowing anything about them. But something about you has him short of breath and hot all over.

So he ushers you into the alley after the report is written up, sweet talks you for a little bit, and then lowers his voice.

“That rescue was pretty taxing, ya know. Kinda feels like you owe me one.”

You laugh quietly, but Bakugou can tell you’re nervous. Whether it’s because of the attack or the dark or him looming over you, he’s not sure.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t shown up,” you admit. “If I could tip you for saving me I would, but…”

“You don’t gotta give me money,” he snickers.

“Well, I’m a pretty good cook!” you try. “I can drop off some food at your agency, make you and your sidekicks lunch for a few days?”

Fuck, you’re adorable. And naive. It makes Bakugou’s dick twitch.

“Nah, that’s okay. We all stay pretty well fed.”

You blink at him, apprehensive when you ask, “what… what can I do for you then? As a thank you…” He thinks you have a vague idea of where this might be going, so maybe you’re not as innocent as he thought.

“Nothing much. Just help me unwind after a long shift.”

You gulp. He smirks.

“I, um… I don’t really know what…”

Bakugou takes a step toward you, his voice all gravel when he suggests (more like commands), “how ‘bout you get on your knees for me?”

Your eyes are wide, a glimmer of fear lighting them up brighter than any of the street lamps.

“Come on, sweetheart. I’ll make it quick.”

“But, I—my boyfriend…”

“He doesn’t have to know. And remember… you owe me,” he grins, slowly beginning to unbuckle his belt.

Bottom lip trembling, you stare at him for a little longer as if you can change his mind with nothing more than a look, but when Bakugou doesn’t budge you nod to yourself, take your cardigan off to lay on the asphalt, then kneel on it. Smart. Your knees will be bruised, but at least they won’t be bloody.

You wet your lips when Bakugou pulls his throbbing cock free, and when he guides his tip into your waiting mouth he can feel that it’s dry with panic. Doesn’t matter. One sudden thrust just a little too deep makes you gag, saliva immediately pooling into your mouth.

“There we go, that’s a good pet.”

Tears are already gathering at your waterline, falling when Bakugou starts moving his hips. He puts a rough hand on the back of your head to hold you in place so that he can set his own pace. He alternates between shorter thrusts that make the ridge of his cock pop in and out of your lips, putting pressure just where he likes it, and fucking deep enough for his tip to slide into your tight throat.

You feel so good, muscles constricting when you gag on his length. Drool leaks from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin. The sound is what’s really getting him off, though, the lewd schlick schlick like music to Bakugou’s ears. In and out, in and out, harder, faster—he’s using both hands to hold your head now, hips pistoning as he feels the white heat growing inside of him.

“Feel so good, taking my cock like a pro,” he grunts. Pro is a loose term, though. You’re struggling just like everyone else does, shoulders heaving with gags every time he pushes in too deep. Your whole face is drenched now, spit and tears and Bakugou’s own pre he keeps wiping on your lips.

“M’about to cum,” he warns. “You gonna be good an’ swallow for me? Be my biggest fan, yeah?”

He holds your head tightly as he climaxes, groaning and shoving his cock deeper into your throat. He can feel you try to pull back, but he won’t let you, and he feels your throat tighten around him as you’re forced to swallow.

“Good, good, drink it all, baby.”

And, you do. Every last drop until Bakugou is spent. He pulls out of your mouth with a huff, falling back against the wall as you scramble to your feet.

After you wipe your face as best you can, you glare at him and spit, “do me a favor and never save me again.”

event masterlist ✿

#doves welcome event ✿#bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #tw coercion #bnha x reader #tw dark content #tw noncon

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fr-ogii · 1 year

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hey babes!! hope you're doing well. cud i request a bakugou x fem poc reader but a wanda vision au. basically maybe w ( spoiler alert ) reference to how suki dies/ his heart is destroyed by shigaraki so reader creates a new world where its just them two using her quirk. there's more on my profile about this. Have an amazing day :)

in a world of my own design

katsuki bakugo

x fem!reader; poc friendly

masterlist

i’d be lying if i said i didn’t tear up writing this, i completely forgot he died, i think i blocked it out lol. much love though 🧡

cw: character death, angst, but i promise it gets better - fluff at the end

-> the first few days were filled with denial. you could still hear him and his grumpy voice. you saw him everywhere. when you tripped and dropped your bags when you were out getting groceries, you could have sworn the guy helping you get your things had the same smirk as ‘suki. but you knew it couldn’t be; your katsuki was gone.

-> the second week was the hardest. denial turned to grief. you blamed everyone, but especially yourself. if only you’d been quicker to respond. you could have helped him. you were the scarlet witch. all the power in the world was at your finger tips and yet you still couldn’t save your love.

-> the third week was when things started to clear up. you forced yourself to act rational and think rational. katsuki wouldn’t want you to act this way. he would call you soft. maybe that’s what you were - maybe you were soft. maybe that’s why everyday was a struggle for you. everything felt so much more difficult than anything had ever been before that fateful day.

-> it was the fourth week when you had an epiphany. you felt stupid for not thinking of it any sooner. just two weeks ago you were reminding yourself that you were “the scarlet witch”. why did you not fully grasp what that meant?! you could just move to a new universe to live with your lover again. you kept forcing yourself to accept reality that you forgot you could change reality. it wasn’t hurting anyone, so you could still comfortably tell your ‘suki you were still a hero. everything would be fine.

-> building an entire universe didn’t seem that difficult. you’ve gone through more taxing things. you’ve had many a dream of the perfect world. a world where you wouldn’t have to worry about what the future may bring or have to stress about working. you had all the inspiration in your mind that you could ever need.

-> it was the picture perfect world. it was a quiet town you could peacefully live the rest of your life in. the yard stretched for as long as you wanted it to. there was room for children and/or pets to run around in. there was just enough space in your house for it to not feel cramped, but also too much so as to not feel empty and lifeless.

-> maybe there would be a pool in the back. a patio to kick back and enjoy the most beautiful conversations with your ‘suki. he’d hold his beautiful lady tight and scoff everytime you flirt, both of you ignoring the scarlet that dusted his cheeks and the way his smirk became more of a genuine smile with each passing minute.

-> you had missed him so much.

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zoopzopp · 10 months

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I like your art, but I have no idea what this marathon of

"Day ?? of drawing bakugo daily till @is-bakugou-alive-yet says yes"

thing is about. However, my brain has decided that you are wooing them with the intent to marry.

First of all thank you for liking my art!

And second HDHDSJ that is so funny it's actually bout the manga rn because *SPOILERS* bakugou has been technically dead on the battlefield for almost a year in real time so they're doing a count of how long it's been since bakugou has been dead and recently I've been following them up with a drawing of bakugou till they declare that he's alive but on the other hand sjfjsk @is-bakugou-alive-yet is it working? Are you getting woo-ed? Can I consider this as me courting you (i'll help you commit tax fraud <3 and a few crimes as a treat)

#asks #meteormind #klance beloved (but now with the inent of marriage)#sjfjsk

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kingkatsuki · 1 year

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https://at.tumblr.com/kingkatsuki/you-call-kirishima-a-good-boy-once-and-now-hes/hfuq8e7et63j

Is there a Bakugo version to this? Like something you could call him/do for him that’d have him doing anything you wished?

Telling Bakugou you can’t do something, that it’s too hard/confusing/complicated.

And suddenly he’s puffing his chest out because he can definitely fucking do it.

So now you have him copying his own 100 page report that he asked you to do but you told him you were nervous about jamming the paper. He’s filing your reports if you’re his sidekick, even though it’s a job that should be reserved for you. He’s cooking for you because his food just tastes better. And he’s doing your taxes for you.

And you’re living your best life as you tell him how smart/strong/amazing he is while he’s trying to hide his stiffy.

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Headcanons: AU, where All strong hero-type-quirk-users legally obliterated to be heroes. In case of abandonment of a career, they have to pay duties and taxes for quirks. Military training is also carried out, from which not everyone returning home.

Oh, it's actually a fun one. And by fun, I mean horrible and dystopian and not so far-stretched when it comes to BNHA.

So, the story is a deconstruction of the "With great power comes great responsibility" because once the government deems you as having a heroic quirk, you have to go to a hero school when you're 15 and become a pro hero once you graduate. Because you have a responsibility to society. If you do not give back to society, you're inherently selfish and a potential villain.

I think that the selection is done when you're about nine. I know quirks appear when you're at least four but I feel that if you add five years, the kids have a better handle on their power and know what it's about. Potentially force activate the quirk to be sure that nothing was missed. The drafted would also be people with really flashy heroic quirks like Inasa, Shouto, Bakugou, Iida, Uraraka, but not all of 1-A. (For example, I don't see Mina and Tokoyami making the cut.) But there are ways to become a hero by volunteering (or being volunteered but that's a story for another day). There are three ways not to be a hero once you are selected. 1. You get a dispense if your quirk seriously mess with your body (The Aoyama option) 2. You pay a ludicrous amount of money to get out of it (the Yaoyorozu option) 3. You either get maimed or your quirk disappear (the AFO option).

All Might is considered the greatest of all time and his sacrifice still bring people to tears to this day. Except that he isn't dead. Instead, he faked his death because the amount of money you have to pay in order to be relieved from service is proportional to how powerful your quirk is. Even Toshi, who used to be rich, doesn't have that much money, so after his fight with AFO and decades trying to end the system, he faked his death, willed all of his money to a bunch of heroes so they could be free, and disappeared. Well, at least he tried to but let's be serious, he is Toshinori Yagi. He probably moonlights as a vigilante and is part of a resistant movement that helps heroes who want to quit.

In this AU, the rivalry between Bakugou and Izuku goes a little beyond "Deku! You're looking down on me!" because Bakugou is aware that he has no choice into becoming a hero and subconsciously, he is envious of Izuku for being powerless but free. I also think we still get Toshi saving Izuku and Bakugou, except that it's not in public like in canon, and Toshi exposes how horrible the system actually is and offers Bakugou to give him and his family new identities so they can have a normal life. Bakugou refuses, certain he can make things better from the inside.

Izuku asked Toshi if he thinks he could be a hero despite having a quirk and Toshi went "You do not WANT to be a hero." and Izuku at the end of the first arc is "Being a hero means saving people, not having a license, and right now, the ones who need the most help are the actual pro heroes."

#I could see Izuku forming his own team by faking various hero students' death #and with begrudgingly having Bakugou as the mole in the program #He probably gets OFA later than in canon #but he gets all kind of cool gadgets first #bnha au

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avid-idiot · 2 years

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Food for Thought...

CW: Mentions of food and eating, domestic!bakugou x gn!reader, poor proofreading, nothing else except crippling need for someone to make me food

Love is like cooking with another person in the kitchen. Some people enter to grab stuff they want and leave, while some people enter to do their own thing, but some stay to create something worthwhile. That's the type of love you and Katsuki have worked towards over the years.

Even now, watching him prepare the two of you breakfast sporting nothing but a pair of sweats and a smile, you can't help but mirror his expression.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, just find you attractive, that's all," you say as your smile shifts into a smirk.

"...Dumbass. You can do that while setting the plates down, can't you?"

"Nope! I have to do it while completely still, or else I'll miss something," you answer as your arms wrap around his middle. Years of training had changed him, evident in the muscles that adorned his body. Yet, you could feel them relax just a little as you leant into him, grumbling to himself that you were being a nuisance.

"Hah, what could you possibly miss?"

"I don't know, maybe you've got a second head hidden somewhere."

"Tsk, whatever. Move so I can plate the food."

So here you were, attaching yourself to his back like a parasite, whining about how mean he was to you. Katsuki, however, was trying to extract himself from your grip to dish up and it made made you wonder... Why did he put up with you?

He had seen you struggling, had been with you during your darkest times but still he stayed. He hadn't judged you for your shortcomings. He took them on board and helped you work on them, knowing full well it would be taxing on both of you. So why—

"You wanted bacon too, right?"

Blinking, you pulled yourself off him and merely stood there, staring at him.

"Bacon. Yes or no?" He tried again. "Or are you still admiring me?" As cocky as ever, he made sure to place the pan over a table mat before turning to cross his arms.

Then you remembered. Behind that cocky exterior was someone who simply craved affection. It was what made you two work, because you both gave what the other was missing... love.

"As if. I'll take all the bacon of you're going to act like that," you scoffed, rolling your eyes and playfully pushing him aside.

He got you back after that. He had managed to steal an entire half of your plate, but you didn't mind since you knew one look from you would have him offering his own plate in remorse. After all, food tastes better when it's someone else's but the atmosphere is better with someone you care about as part of it.

A/n: Little speed demon, I am. Managed to do this and a whole assignment so I deserve a pat on the back and katsuki making my breakfast 🙃

#mha fluff #bnha fluff #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #character imagines #queued post <3 #bnha imagines #mha scenarios

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cayofdreams · 4 years

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Relieving Their Sleepy Stiffy~

~A Mini Fic Collection~

(Feat. Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, and Katsuki Bakugou)

Summary: self-explanatory really

Words: approx. 1k per character; 3.3k total

Rating: 🌊 Explicit, Smut

Warnings: somnophilia, oral (giving), hand job (giving), humping/grinding, the ruining of clothes with pre-cum 🤪

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Eijirou Kirishima – Stiff Muscle Massage

You and Kirishima had both passed out on the bed after coming back home from an intense workout at the gym. Usually the two of you would make protein smoothies and watch a bit of reality TV but something about that new leg workout really took a toll on you both. You had been asleep for about 30 minutes before waking up next to a still sleeping Kirishima. Tracing your fingers along his bare chest, you admired his well-formed pectoral and ab muscles. He really had to have had the best body of all the previous boyfriends you’d been with.

As you placed your head on his chest, you continued to trace along his stomach, his body subconsciously twitching due to touching him in ticklish areas. Your eyes started to feel heavy again at his peaceful heartbeat before you saw something intriguing through your fuzzy vision. It seemed not everything of Kirishima’s body was sore and drained from the recent workout.

You giggled at him before sliding your body down so your head was now resting on his thigh, right beside his pitched tent. Softly petting over his clothed length, you placed soft kisses on his hips and thigh. His soft grunts egged you on, so you got on your forearms and laid your torso right between his legs. You hovered over his crotch, letting your hot breath warm him underneath.

“Does my baby need a post-workout massage?” You placed pecks over his clothed hardness as your fingers traced him up and down. “I’ll take care of you, Kiri~”. Sucking over his pants, you let your saliva soak through the fabric, causing Kirishima’s cock to grow stiffer by the increasing wetness. You grazed your teeth over him admiring the sleepy whimpers he made from above. Eventually you were able to taste the salty pre-cum seeping through his pants which let you know it was time for the next stage.

You slowly pulled down his pants, stopping whenever it seemed like he was about to wake up. He worked so hard today so you wanted to make sure he was completely relaxed through his oral massage. When you were able to lower his pants enough, his cock sprung free and bounced against his abs, already shining with your saliva and his pre-cum. You took the base of his cock between your thumb and middle finger and glided your tongue up and down his shaft. You made sure he stayed asleep by pausing when his groans got too loud.

Periodically keeping your eyes on his face, you took his tip in your mouth and slithered the bottom of your tongue over his slit. You felt the vein in his cock bulge against your thumb and you let out little moans to create stimulating vibrations. When it seemed his body got used to those movements, you lowered your head letting the tip of his cock graze against the back of your throat. He was a little big but after much practice you were able to take more and more of him in your mouth without gagging. Judging by the moans leaving him, it seemed he appreciated that.

Pretty soon, Kirishima’s cock was smothered in your saliva as you bobbed your head up and down. You swept the hair out of your face, becoming entranced by his throbbing cock and harsh grunts. You tasted more of his pre-cum filling your mouth and the taste made you feel wet underneath your shorts. But you wanted to focus primarily on your tired boyfriend so you left your underwear to collect your horny essences for now. Becoming so entranced with Kirishima’s meaty cock, you didn’t notice him waking up until you felt his hands caressing your head.

“Whatcha doin, babe?” His voice was raspy from his groggy state as he lifted his head to get a better view. His voice seemed to resonate through his cock and you felt the vibrations on your tongue. You popped his cock out of your mouth to which his face twitched at the feeling.

“I’m giving you a post-workout massage.” You licked and sucked at his frenulum. His eyes squinted at the intense pleasure on the area. “Do you feel good?”

Before letting him properly answer, you sunk his cock back in your mouth, letting yourself deep throat him. Constricting your throat muscles, you made sure he could get the same feelings as being inside your tight pussy. If not better. You breathed through your nose as you swallowed his cock to the base, sticking out your tongue so that its tip gently tickled over his balls.

“F-fuck yeah, babe. Feels fucking amazing…” His fingers gripped gently at your hair as he savored in your athletic tongue. “Please don’t stop. Fuck!”

Popping him out of your mouth again, you made spit bubbles on his cock as you looked up at his flustered face. “Don’t worry, baby. Just relax and focus on feeling good, okay?”

He simply nodded as he let his head plop back onto the bed. He felt your pools of saliva drip onto his tip before you slurped it back into your mouth. The wet sounds you were making brought him closer to the edge. “Shit Y/N, m-move your head. I’m gonna cum!”

Still working your tongue on him, you slurpily replied. “Jush leh it ouh, babe~ I can chake it.” You sucked vivaciously at the upper end of his shaft, while your hand messily stroked the bottom. The copious amount of saliva flung over his thighs as you jerked him. “I wann yor cumm, baby~”

“Fuck!” Kirishima cursed as wads of his cum spurt down your throat. His grip on your hair tightened as you kept sucking the cum out of him. You didn’t swallow it, instead slurping it around his head creating more wet stimulations for him. “Shit, Y/N! Oh my god…”

Slipping his cock form your mouth after he was done, you lifted your head so he could see you swish his cum with the saliva in your mouth. Almost as if you were savoring it like a sweet wine. You made a loud gulp as you slowly swallowed all of it, looking lustfully into his eyes. “Mmm~ so thick, Eiji.”

Kirishima could’ve came again from the little show you just performed. He licked his lips as he grabbed at your arms, pulling you forward so he could now grip at your thighs.

“I think its only right for me, as a man, to return the favor. Come sit on my tongue, babe.”

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Denki Kaminari – Mutual Study Break

You were helping Kaminari with his studying in your room, going over his last exam trying to help him better understand the questions he got wrong. It was a bit taxing because at first you didn’t know how to explain certain things, but eventually you were able to break down the question in a way that made it more understandable. In a way, helping him helped you as well since having to explain a complex problem to someone really tests your own knowledge of the material. After about an hour or so, it seemed Kaminari was growing tired of looking at the exam material and he plopped his head down on the coffee table.

“Y/N~ I need a break.” He let out with an exhausted sigh, closing his eyes. He looked kind of cute being so sleepy after a nice study session but you were determined to help him improve.

“C’mon Denki, I really want you to learn this.” Stroking your finger along his cheek, you heard a faint grumble at your request.

“Please~ just 10 minutes, I swear.”

Before you could even reply you heard a soft snore purring from him and you couldn’t help but just give in to his adorableness. You leaned down to his lips and gave them a small kiss.

“Only because you’re cute, okay.” You softly whispered, making sure your voice didn’t disturb his nap. Pleased with his sleeping face, you pulled out your phone and started scrolling through social media.

As you caught up on various hero topics, you lost track of time and realized it had been 30 minutes since you let Kaminari rest his tired brain. Gently rubbing your hand along his back, you tried to wake him up.

“Denki, wake up. There’s only a little bit left to go.”

“Hnnggh…” His eyebrows twitched at your voice but he was still sound asleep. You decided to lean down into his ear and whisper to him.

“Denk- heh?” That’s when you noticed his reddened cheeks and strained facial expression. You thought he might be sick, so you placed your hand on his forehead to check if his body temperature was warmer than normal. It seemed fine though, but you were still a bit concerned. Until you heard him whimpering your name in his sleep.

“Haahnn~ Y/N- feels so good…”

It didn’t take you too long to realize that he was having a wet dream- and starring you no less. It made you kind of happy that your boyfriend was a simp for you asleep just as much as he was when awake. So being the flattered and concerned girlfriend you were, you peeked under the table to see if he were having any other reactions. Unsurprisingly, you saw a nice tent being pitched underneath his jogger pants.

“Aww, Charge Bolt needs de-stressing, huh?” You dipped your hand under the table and rubbed along his clothed erection, smirking at his whiney, but sleepy reply. Kissing along his red cheeks, you placed more pressure on his growing cock and before long you felt the seeping of his pre-cum through his pant fabric. You rubbed it between your fingertips, chuckling at how much he was leaking despite his sleeping state. “No wonder you couldn’t focus, Denki.”

“Y/N~ Inside…” A bit of saliva drooled out of his lips at his whimper and onto his notebook. You wiped it up with your thumb before slipping your hand in his pants, smearing it on his tip with his abundant pre-cum.

“You can’t come inside, baby. You haven’t finished studying.” You continued to press chaste kisses along Kaminari’s face as you stroked up and down his shaft. The increasing amount of pre-cum made you able to stroke at faster and faster paces, allowing you to hear louder and cuter moans leave his sleeping lips.

“Hnnmmgh~ Y/N...”

The lewd adorableness of it all made you slick between the hips yourself, so you spread one of your legs across him and slipped your free hand down your shorts and panties. Flattening your fingers around your pussy lips, you circled around your clit, smearing your juices all over your inner thighs. Eventually you increased your pace to be equivalent to the hand stroking your boyfriend’s cock. “Ahhnn~ Denki, you make me feel good even when you’re sleeping.”

“…Y/N~ gonna cum...” More slobber fell from his lips as his breathing became more labored. His hips started to subconsciously thrust into your hand, trying to chase his dream-filled high. Apparently, his body was too stimulated because you were soon met with his golden irises. “Y/N...Y/N~!” He raised his head and gripped at your arm that was heartedly pumping at his cock. “Oh fuck!”

“Hahh…You had a sleepy boner, babe. You must’ve worked so hard while studying~” You continued to simultaneously jerk and flick with your hands while gazing at Kaminari’s extremely flustered face.

“I-Its because the way you were sitting with those s-shorts on! Your thighs are so gorgeous, Y/N!” He gasped as you lowered your hands to tighten around his base.

“Just my thighs though?” You feigned an innocently upset expression as you held his cock hostage in your hand.

“A-All of you! All of you is gorgeous, Y/N!”

Smiling, you went back to your jerking his cock. “Aww, thank you, babe.” You leaned over to capture him into a kiss, his tongue mindlessly licking around your lips as he focused on his building orgasm. “Gonna cum from my hand?” He nodded eagerly as his grip on your arm tightened.

You leaned your head back as you quickened the motions around your clit, also about to reach an orgasm. “Me too, Denki~”. Kaminari’s cock twitched wildly in your palm and you stroked harder around the head in hopes you both would reach a mutual orgasm. “Oh shit-! D-Denkii!” Your eyes rolled back as your pussy quivered under your hand.

Meanwhile Kaminari’s hot cum was being spilled all over your knuckles. You slowed your pumps on his cock, essentially re-lathering him with his own lubricant. As the two of you regained your breaths, you slipped your hand out of his pants, his cum sticking on all of your fingers. Kaminari laid his head back down on the table, sighing as exhaustion dwelled over him again. You got up to wash your hands in the sink and looked back at your tired boyfriend.

“You ready to try Question #7 again?”

“W-what?!”

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Katsuki Bakugou – In Heat

Bakugou was taking a nap on your bed after a long day at his internship, and it honestly irked you. It seemed like nowadays when he came over all he did was eat or sleep because he was too tired for any other nightly activities. How could he just lay there on your bed with that beautiful face of his and not at least submerge it between your thighs? What was the point of all that stamina if he wasn’t going to share it with you?

You’d make sure to complain about it when he woke up, but he was just too cute to disturb right now. This of course was probably the only time you’d get to bask in the peacefulness of Katsuki Bakugou. You decided to grab your phone and watch a movie as you distracted yourself from your horniness. Everything was going fine until- a sex scene popped up. Just your luck. Deciding to be petty, you turned up the volume to max so that the moans of the actors would wake up your boyfriend and hopefully he’d get a clue.

“Oiii wake up and fuck me, already.” You softly spoke into his direction. He lazily grunted but was still very much asleep. “Stingy.”

You were about to give up when you noticed the moans from the movie did seem to get a reaction out of him, a reaction his sleeping state was not aware of, of course. “Aha! So the bastard does work.”

Turning down the volume so he would now not wake up any further, you spread your leg over his hip so that you were sitting directly on his crotch. You snickered over his sleeping face having rarely had such a domineering stance over him. “Yeahh~ Just stay asleep, Katsu. I’ll have fun by myself.”

You placed your hands on his chest to steady your position and slowly grinded away, stopping briefly when his eyebrows twitched like he was awaking from his slumber. The silky lace of your panties made for a sleeky smooth friction with his soft nylon shorts. The thinness of the material made it so that you could feel the increasing stiffness of his cock between your clothed labia. Your clit was nicely stimulated by the materials that separated the two of you.

As you felt yourself get more aroused you couldn’t help but notice the pre-cum that started to drool through Bakugou’s shorts and smear onto your own panties. “Katsu~ You’re leaking so much for someone who’s been ignoring their girlfriend for so long. Prick.” Despite your harsh whispers, you leaned down so you were pressed chest to chest with him, softly peppering kisses along his jaw.

You nuzzled yourself into his neck as you humped with increasing pressure against his cock. No longer caring if he woke up or not you let out soft moans that vibrated against his throat. “Hahh Katsuki, I can feel you throbbing~ You gonna cum?”

“With you humping like a bitch in heat like that? Hell no.” Bakugou’s raspy voice against your eardrums immediately stopped you in your chase of pleasure. You lifted your face and met his eyesight.

“That’s not what your leaky cock says.”

“Me?” Bakugou pushed his hands against your stomach so you’d sit up. Hooking his hand under the wing of your panties, he easily ripped them from your hips. He raised the panties in front of your face so you’d see the gusset that was lush with your juices. “Sweetheart, that’s all you.”

You grabbed your panties away from him before throwing them sharply on the floor. “That was your cock’s leakage seeping through.” Ignoring his rolling eyes, you leaned back down against his chest. “Now can I finish my business in peace, please?”

Bakugou slithered his hands down to your ass, grabbing at the jiggling fat. “Just hurry the fuck up. I’d like to actually do something that feels good at some point.” He grinded your ass further against his now damp shorts, giving your clit an insanely pleasurable amount of friction. But you wanted to feel something smoother so you slipped your hands between your bodies and tugged his shorts down. But only enough for half his cock to peek out from the waistband. You then readjusted your seating so that you could grind directly against his slickened cock.

“I don’t make you feel good, Katsuki?” You teased as you went to press lovingly tender kisses on his cheek and jaw.

“H-Hell no. Look how you’re selfishly humping away right now…how could this shit feel good for me?” Contrary to his verbal expression, Bakugou’s fingers were gripping tightly at your ass, desperately trying to get you to hump him more ruggedly. You could feel the imprints that would be decorated along your faint stretch marks. But two could play that game, so you wrapped your lips around a part of his throat, sucking deeply until the skin bruised. He twinged at the pain but kept his grip on your rear firmly pressed against him. “Who the f-fuck said you could do that, huh?”

“Ahhh~ you haven’t fucked me in so long I had to make sure you were still mine, Katsu.” As you humped at his cock, you could feel the friction get more slippery as your pussy’s soppiness mixed with Bakugou’s pre-cum. The mess the two of you were making dripped over Bakugou’s hips and onto the bed sheets that lied below. Your clit swelled against his throbbing cock as the both of you became clouded with a looming orgasm.

“Shit- of course you’re mine. You always will be whether you fucking like it or not. Dumbass.” Bakugou’s grunts became more hoarse and his hips grinded up against you. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop- shit!” As you moaned in reply, Bakugou grasped one hand around your jaw and pulled you into a sloppy kiss. The feeling of his saliva swapping with yours felt almost as lewd as the desperate humping being performed by your hips.

Bakugou’s cock pulsated under your twitching clit as orgasmic waves washed over the both of you. You felt his hot cum seep into your thin pajama top and slicken over your navel. He didn’t dare release your tongue from his until it felt like every drop had been drained from him, leaving you to whine and pant into his mouth. He softly kneaded at your ass cheek as your grinding slowed from your post-orgasmic, sensitive clit.

Thoroughly satisfied, he let go of your face so your head could drop exhaustingly onto his shoulder. “You’re changing the bed sheets, right? Seeing as how you started this?” He heard nothing but soft snoring in reply and he clicked his tongue.

“So damn spoiled.”

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #kirishima x reader #kaminari x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima eijirou #kaminari denki #bakugou katsuki #tw: somnophilia

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