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Katsuki knew from a young age that he wanted to be the best. He would sacrifice what he had to go get there. Even if that meant losing the people closest to him.
You knew from a young age that you wanted to be Katsuki’s. That you’d stand by his side and love him forever. You’d sacrifice whatever you could to be his.
It worked for a while. You pined after him. He shoved you away.
“Oi! Get off!” He barked and tried to shove you off of him. Katsuki had just won the UA festival and you met up with him after.
“No! You won! You did so good!” You squeal and squeeze the blonde tightly.
Katsuki knew that you and him could never happen. You were the annoying girl who lived across the street. The girl he was forced to play with when your moms would have coffee together on Saturday mornings.
You knew that you’d have to chip away at the icy exterior to make room for yourself in his heart. He wasn’t just Dynamite. He was Katsuki. The boy who lived across that street. The boy you’d spend Friday nights roasting marshmallows with in the winter time with the use of his quirk.
His time at UA came and went. With lots of bumps in the road, he always seemingly found himself at your doorstep. Disheveled. Bleeding. Nearing exhaustion.
“Sit still.” You whisper softly as you stitch him up. You went on to become a doctor, thanks to Katsuki. You saw the difference he was making in the world and you wanted to do it too.
“I am.” He said gruffly and took another swig of vodka. He looked down at your concentrated face. The way your brows furrowed as you carefully threaded the needle. He wouldn’t ever admit it, but every time you were finished healing him up, he craved the hug you’d give. Like you were holding him together.
As Katsuki moved up in the world, did you. He was the number two hero. You were a top doctor at your hospital. There was a day that seemed to be like any other. Some petty robberies, a few check ups. The day was normal for you both.
Until a huge explosion shook the hospital and sent everyone in a panic. Three villains came in and started causing destruction, and chaos. You quickly started to help patients that were laying in the rubble, you didn’t care that the villains were close by you. You put other people before yourself.
That was the last thing you remember before waking up in someone’s arms. Soft water droplets we’re hitting your face. You scrunched your brows together, your eyes felt heavy as you slowly opened them. Your vision slowly focused as you saw the spiky blonde holding you. Tears mixed with remnants of black from his eyeliner slowly ran down his cheeks and onto your face.
“Come on. Wake up. Please.” His voice was hoarse. You wanted to laugh, to tell him you were right that someday all the yelling would get to him.
“Y/n please. If you wake up right now, I’ll marry you. Just please get up. I can’t do this without you!” You’ve never heard katsuki this upset before. When you’ve finally become coherent enough to slowly move, you gently wrap your arms around him in a hug.
“I’d never leave you Suki.” You whisper to him. For the first ever, he hugs you back. His hand grip the tattered up doctors jacket like you’d fade from existence. He buried his face in your neck as you both hold each other.
Katsuki takes you to his apartment that night, he says it’s for your safety just incase. You can tell he’s lying. Which is why when he shows you the guest room to let you lay down and rest, you turn and lay in his bed instead. The corner of his mouth turns up into a smile before he lays with you.
You know that katsuki will never love you like you love him.
Katsuki knows that you will never understand his love for you. That his love isn’t something he can put in words. He doesn’t know how to translate his love into something you can understand. But he’ll work at it. Because he loves you.
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If you think Bakugo Katsuki doesn't cry when he sees you walking down the aisle you are sorely mistaken. There is no one who gets as emotional as he does. At first he tries to deny the fact that his eyes are starting to tear up as he spots you on the other side of the aisle, shaking off Kirishima's hand of comfort placed on his shoulder, grumbling underneath his breath 'I ain't crying'. But he can feel his heart lurching in his chest and another wave of warm and somewhat unwelcome tears pricking at his eyes the closer you get. By the time you two intertwine hands at the altar his cheeks are puffy and red, dainty little tears sitting on top of his skin, his smile wobbly when you chuckle at his teary eyed state. He gives your hand a squeeze. "You're worth cryin' a tear or two over."
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Imperfections | Bakugou Katsuki
It takes three months into dating to find something Katsuki is bad at. It’s frustrating really, his cocky attitude can’t be faulted when he really is that good.
He’s strong. He’s in the top ten on the hero charts now, you’ve gotten the pleasure to watch him first hand. Not only does he lift weights like they’re flimsy toys, his body control is something supernatural— the way he twists and flips midair, launching his body fifty meters high, a rag doll at the mercy of his own explosive strength. Yet he makes falling look like flight.
He’s handsome. Those deep red eyes, glistening like rubies in a glare best described as burning (you can’t help but melt under the intensity of it), his jaw and cheekbones so perfectly sculpted, a confident grin crossing his face when he catches you staring. You think it’s that smile against your lips that makes your mind go hazy when you kissed him for the first time.
He cooks well. Your second date is at his apartment, where he cooks you a meal that easily rivals the one you had at a five star restaurant for the first date— private dining in his modern lofted unit is just a plus. It’s satisfyingly clean too, counters sparkling, clothes put away, a little monstera plant by the window. You spend at least an evening a week there with him, curled into his side while watching a movie on the couch, telling him about your day, enjoying the presence of the man you’re slowly but surely falling hard for.
You should’ve looked closer at the monstera.
You think everything will be fine when you leave Katsuki the keys to your unit, telling him to water your plants while you’re away on a mission for a month.
“It won’t be long,” You say, taking one last glance over your balcony herb garden, “Just make sure to water them like I told you, maybe prune the basil once or twice.”
He swears he did what you told him to. He watered the ones you said to water, he plucked the basil back and checked on the plants every day while you were gone.
So why is it then, that you returned to wilted leaves, shriveled buds, and straggly stems?
“Katsuki, how?!” You exclaim, picking up a small pot of what was once rosemary and turning it, shocked at how the poor thing could be in such a condition.
“I don’t know!” He huffs. He paces at the door, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “I’ve never done this shit before!”
“You have a plant at home!”
“No I don’t!”
“Yes you do!” You argue, “You literally have a monstera plant in your living room! It’s not that different!”
He smacks his palm against his forehead in frustration. “That’s a fake fucking plant!”
“It… is?” You look at him in surprise. It looked very real, but then again, with his kind of money… yeah, he would buy an expensive, realistic looking monstera just so he wouldn’t have to water it.
He nods, his frustrated expression slowly transforming into something more boyish, almost guilty. He tucks his hands in his pockets, looking at you only in his peripheral. Moments ago your first fight as a couple was about to be over a few herbs on the balcony, but now you can’t help but smile a little to yourself.
“So you, Bakugou Katsuki, can’t keep a plant alive?” You circle him, trying to make eye contact as he continues to scowl, “You can save hundreds of people, but not a pot of rosemary?”
“So what if I can’t?” He grumbles, “Can’t do everything at once.”
“You did a good job making me think it was possible.” You wrap your arms around his torso, hugging him from behind. “But I knew you couldn’t, somewhere deep down.”
His hands clasp yours as he relaxes into your embrace. As much as your teasing makes the heat rise to his ears, he’s relieved you’re not angry. You don’t think he’s ever let you keep him in a hug this long.
“Were you waiting for it?” He asks. He’s not sure if he should, but the words are out before he can further contemplate.
“Waiting for what?”
He hesitates before he finally clarifies for fear of the answer. “For me to mess up.”
You turn him around, pushing your face against his chest as you pull him closer. His heart beats solidly against your cheek, fingers tightening on your shoulders, waiting for an answer. If you knew he wasn’t perfect, then why wouldn’t you be waiting like everyone else, waiting for him to finally misstep? He knows the kinds of adjectives that describe his name in headliners, preying on him ever since his debut.
“Katsuki,” His heart beats faster when you say his name, he wanted to be perfect for you the same way he’s always been, only the best.
“I wasn’t waiting for you to mess up,” You look up at him, anything but disappointed. “I was waiting for you to open up. Anything to show that even Dynamight is just a guy, that Bakugou Katsuki is just a guy. I’m not perfect, I don’t want you to be perfect either.”
But you are perfect, he thinks, at least for him. Maybe sometimes you don’t put your clothes or your dishes away, he’s watched you trip over the doorstep and scramble to meetings ten minutes too late, but none of that has ever skewed his perception of you. Those are never the things he thinks of when someone mentions you, he hears your name and he thinks of the sweet scent of your perfume, the way your hair blows in wisps around your face and how your laugh sounds. He thinks of moments like this, you staring up at him, wide-eyed, warm, loving, telling him exactly what he needs to hear even if it’s not always what he wants or expects— that’s you.
So why wouldn’t you see him that way too? It takes a minute for him to wrap his head around the concept: imperfections overlooked because they’re attached to a person that is more than their flaws.
But he couldn’t explain what he’s thinking if he tried. Plants aside, words have never been his strong suit either. Instead he presses his face into your hair, breathing a sigh of relief.
“I’ll get you new plants.” He says.
And he does.
Even if he can’t take care of plants, he’ll do his best to nurture the relationship that’s beginning to grow.
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Date posted: January 31, 2023
A/N: Hadn’t posted in a while so I reflected on one of my personal Katsuki headcanons and made a ficlet out of it— hopefully it’s not a mess and gets my blog running again haha
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Katsuki just crumbles at your compliments. Like he loves hearing compliments from people but when it's YOU he folds.
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Like maybe you're in a restaurant together and he's irritated cause the food is taking so long. "Awh you're so pretty, baby." You coo reaching over to pinch his cheek.
His ears turning pink so fast and a smile forming even faster. "Shut up." He whispers loudly pulling your hand away from his face. And when you don't stop, he bangs his fist on the table out of frustration attempting to get you to stop. Slowly placing his head down on the table trying to force his smile away.
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You guys are at an award show together and his face shows on the big screen. You notice before he does. "Look Kat', you look so cute, love. " And again he blushes immediately. "Stop." He whispers softly this time, not even looking at the camera cause he refuses to be caught blushing. You can definitely see that he's blushing though even as he bends down to his lap while you stroke his head waving at the camera.
He's so mad when he's trending on Twitter the next day with people calling him a softy and a simp. Walking over to you shoving his phone in your face to witness the mess you have caused. "Look at this." You only giggle as you scroll through the names people are calling him. "You really look cute here." Yet again he's blushing and smiling like an idiot. "This is not funny, you've ruined me." He just flops down onto the couch laying his head on your lap with a dopey smile on his face. His look so loving even if he's mad.
"You're not ruined, just... avoid Kaminari and the paparazzi."
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yall
i just KNOW that if you praised Bakugou about being a good boyfriend, he would be putty. not even in any sort of sexual way, just that if you kissed him on his cheek and thanked him for doing some simple ass chore for you he would be whipped (looking at you all lovey dovey.)
just imagining cuddling together in the most comfy clothes, laying on his chest. "you're so good to me, 'tsuki, " you kiss him on the jaw, "the best." you lay your head back on his chest before you're smothered by kisses all over your face. ending up with the both of you giggling all happy and domestic <3
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🫧 𓂃 ⊹ DRUNK | sakusa kiyoomi
summary: in which, sakusa comes home drunk from an MSBY party, and he's clingier than usual.
content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, sakusa being adorable, you're both married here, sucky writing, timeskip!sakusa.
warning/s: slight manga spoilers.
there's a knock on your door, so you get up to open it. there sakusa kiyoomi was, with an arm around bokuto for support. "hey, hey, y/n!" bokuto greets gleefully. behind him, are atsumu and hinata who both waved at you.
"ah, hello, bokuto." you smile at him, then turn to sakusa. "is he asleep?'
"huh?" bokuto checks, only to see sakusa struggling to keep his eyes open from staring at the ground, "nope! i think he's just dizzy from all the wine." bokuto laughs. you laugh with him because his positivity is undeniably contagious.
"you shoulda seen, omi. one glass in, and he was gone." atsumu said. you chuckled at atsumu's statement. you always knew sakusa was lightweight.
"i'll take it from here." you said as bokuto helped sakusa over to you. instead of the position sakusa was in a while ago, where he had an arm on bokuto's shoulders, he had his arms wrapped around your waist instead, while he placed his head on the crook of your neck.
you bid your goodbyes with the MSBY team and close the door. "hi, honey." you gently spoke out as sakusa nods.
"are you sleepy?" you try to lead him to the couch for him to lie down, but it's no use. his hold on you was too strong. "no.." he replied. you say a small, "okay," as your hands rested on his arms.
a minute or so has gone by with this intimate position, and sakusa finally moves. he presses a soft kiss to your fluffy cheek. "missed you lots." he mumbles, pressing one more.
you giggle since you're a bit ticklish, "is that so?"
"mhm."
you turn to face him, "shall i make you some tea?" you ask, brushing away his stray hair. a small pout forms on his lips, "not yet, later." he says in a stern tone, pulling you in closer for a longer hug.
later on, you suggest that you both should cuddle on the couch, and he agrees. so here you are, lying comfortably on your back with your husband on top of you, slowly drifting off to sleep.
you get a small "ping!" from your phone, and you turn it on to see that it's a message from atsumu.
atsumu sent 1 video.
atsumu: sorry that the video wasn't longer lol
you play the video on the lowest volume you have, and there's sakusa with hiccups. you couldn't hear the video properly, but you recognized sakusa's voice. there were a lot of sad "no's" and "hmm's.." from him.
then, you finally hear an audible sentence from him.
".. miss my wife. *hic* my pretty wife.." he mutters.
you watch the rest of the video with rosy cheeks. once you were finished, you saved it to your gallery and made sure to thank atsumu. you're definitely going to show sakusa in the morning.
© lowercase intended | loveephia
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Ex husband Bakugo who knew marrying his high school sweetheart would just hold him back from his goal of being a top pro hero.
Ex husband Bakugou who would forget to separate personal and work life and bring home his anger and frustration from a days work.
Ex husband Bakugou who fights with you so often that he sees the light in your eyes vanishing every time he yells at you.
Ex husband Bakugou who somehow managed to hold onto what little love you have for him until he’s reached the top three heroes of Japan in just two years from graduating U.A..
Ex husband Bakugou who lets the fame get to his head and suddenly disappears from home for weeks at a time until one day he comes back to see you holding divorce papers.
Ex husband Bakugou who doesn’t realize how much he’s made you suffer since marrying him and reluctantly signs the papers after hearing your voice crack with each reason for wanting the divorce.
Ex husband Bakugou who watches you leave the day the divorce is finalized without another word, desperate pleads stuck in the back of his throat as you vanish from his life all together.
Ex husband Bakugou who goes on to do greater things but realizes too late that it’s lonely at the top, especially when the best person he’d ever had left him for his own negligence.
Ex husband Bakugou who calms down over time, becoming much more bearable and actually scoring someone who he could love for a bit.
Ex husband Bakugou who has the greatest little girl be born as his daughter and coddles her like a porcelain doll.
Ex husband Bakugou that walks in one day to see his woman beneath one of his sidekicks from his agency in their bed. His little girl wailing in the next room for food and a diaper change.
Ex husband Bakugou who’s thoroughly humiliated by the sight before him. His current wife berating him for spoiling her fun and calling his daughter a nuisance.
Ex husband Bakugou who divorces the woman and makes a deal with her, full custody of his daughter and she wouldn’t have to pay him anything, she happily agrees to those terms and vanishes forever.
Ex husband Bakugou who doesn’t waste his time loving another when he has his little girl to focus on. Dotes on her, is overprotective towards her, spoils her like a princess, she’s his everything now.
Ex husband Bakugou who, almost a decade later gets a call from his little girl while she’s in grade school, whispering into the phone that there’s an active shooter on campus.
Ex husband Bakugou, who despite his growing white hairs, rushes to his daughter’s school with the speed that could rival a jet.
Ex husband Bakugou who hears the screams of his daughter and the other children when the gunman breaks into the room and threaten them all with warning shots into the ceiling.
Ex husband Bakugou who rushes to his daughter’s classroom only to see the active shooter kicked into the wall by an ice covered leg he recognized all to well. The man somehow manages to stay conscious and reaches for the gun once he flattens out and drops to the floor, for good measure you swing your leg high above your head and come down hard on the man’s back knocking him out and creating a crater under him from the sheer force of your strength.
Ex husband Bakugou who calls out your name only receiving a glare as acknowledgement, you call out to the other teacher in the room to get her students out, with pleasure she does, counting each one as they pass by and orders them out to the field.
Ex husband Bakugou who notices that your skirt has torn apart at the sides to accommodate the moves that just saved his daughter, who is now crying into his stomach in relief that their all okay.
Ex husband Bakugou who sticks around until police have arrived to take the man in, they take him to the hospital to check his injuries and you’re left huffing and annoyed when a parent scolds you for your torn dress since it’s “inappropriate for a school teacher to look like that!”
Ex husband Bakugou who growls and barks at the woman that you’d just saved her kid from being shot, she flinches at his intimidating stature towering over her and leaves before she gets barked at again.
Ex husband Bakugou who’s little 11 year old daughter notices the way her papa looks at you, lovesick and sad, she likes that look on him and decides to be his Angel of influence.
Ex husband Bakugou who doesn’t know that his daughter is buttering you up so he can ask you on a date. “Hey Papa! Guess what (L/n)-sensei said she wants to go out dancing this weekend but she doesn’t have anyone to take her! You should go!”
Ex husband Bakugou who chokes and spits out his coffee to the news his daughter has suddenly acquired, she slips a piece of paper towards him before leaving to school with her friend. It’s your phone number that she just so happened to steal from her teacher’s contact book.
Ex husband Bakugou who takes the chance to be with you again and invites you out on a date, to his shock you actually say yes and on Friday night he leaves Kirishima and Mina in charge of his smiling little girl.
Ex husband Bakugou who finds you waiting for him at the club in a gorgeous little cocktail dress with laced sleeves and an open back, and simply can’t take his eyes off of you.
Ex husband Bakugou who immediately corrects you for degrading yourself for wearing something fit for someone “younger” and complements your matured form like you were the last Angel on earth.
Ex husband Bakugou who shares a couple of drinks with you at the bar, talking about life and how you’d both been doing since the divorce. You make fun of him for being such a sucker for his daughter but you see how happy the little girl makes him.
Ex husband Bakugou who confesses that he’s missed you so much and admits that he’s been lonely ever since his second divorce, you simply nod and confess that you’ve missed him too.
Ex husband Bakugo who drags you onto the dance floor to gently sway to your old wedding song, getting lost in your eyes as he whispers the words he failed to tell you back when you were still his.
Ex husband Bakugou who doesn’t even notice that he’s kissing you by the end of the song, the taste of your sweet fruity drink still lingering on your sweet colored lips. His eyes are closed shut and he focuses on the fact that you’re still as soft and beautiful as before.
Ex husband Bakugou who spends the whole night with you until you’re both stumbling into his penthouse home, singing and dancing and mocking each other like the good ol days.
Ex husband Bakugou who falls asleep with you in his arms smiling like a love drunk fool, for the first time in years he’s able to share a warm bed with the woman he loves and it feels so right.
Ex husband Bakugou who doesn’t just stop at one date, he takes you out several times before asking you to be his again and to his surprise you tell him yes.
Ex husband Bakugou who smiles when you meet his daughter officially, the little girl smiling with pure glee once she sees how happy you make her sour old Papa.
Ex husband Bakugou who now has a truly loving family with you and his little girl, despite your old age he’s completely bewitched by your kindness and beauty like you were fresh out of High School.
Ex husband Bakugou who now gets home cooked lunches and meals made by you despite being able to do them himself.
Ex husband Bakugou who gets you pregnant just two years after becoming his again, absolutely loses his mind seeing cute you are swollen with his kid.
Ex husband Bakugou who listens when you put him in his place for bringing work troubles home with him or correcting him when he forgets to make time for the family, he won’t make the same mistake twice.
Ex husband Bakugou who is absolutely over the moon when he finds out you’re pregnant with twins, his little girl is so excited by the news she’ll have two little babies that’ll idolize her!
Ex husband Bakugou who does everything in his power to come home to his two special girls every time he goes to work, even when he’s battered or bruised he makes it home to you both so you don’t stress and worry about him.
Ex husband Bakugou who has a happy family with you and will never take you for granted again.
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Pure Affections Wrapped Up in a Dark Green Bow (Husband!Pro-Hero!Bakugou x Wife!Reader)
Art credit: @/gaysony on Instagram
Warnings: suggestive themes (there’s one steamy kiss and innuendoes sprinkled throughout), nudity (not sexual), fluff, cursing, injuries, hurt/comfort, soft!domestic!Bakugou and heartwarming present.
Synopsis: You had been married to Bakugou for a couple years now and you had a special present for him. But when he gets home, it’s clear that he hasn’t had the best day. You’re there, steady and strong for him to lean on for support and he does until he’s capable of standing on his own again. This is what love looks like.
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The door to your flat slammed closed, signaling that your husband was home, and you wiped your grimy hands on your dirt-streaked cargo pants. You grabbed something and jumped on the counter, shoving it in a cabinet before closing it. Double checking to make sure you couldn’t see it, you leaped down, quelling your excitement as you sped out of the kitchen.
But your rapid footsteps faltered when Bakugou came into sight, looking absolutely drained.
He dropped his duffle bag on the floor without a care and kicked off his shoes, never looking up once.
“Katsuki?”
Your soft voice brought him back down to reality and he sighed heavily, gripping the roots of his ash-blond hair in frustration. When he finally glanced up, his garnet eyes were laced with exhaustion.
But everything melted away the instant he saw you.
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— ❧ dad!bakugo headcanons
dad!bakugo x f!reader
cw: pregnant reader at some parts, reader breastfeeds, fluff fluff fluff fluff, swearing.
a/n: Hi! This is my first time doing headcannons so i hope y’all like it! here’s some dad bakugo in homage for father’s day (kinda self indulgent domestic bliss bc who doesn’t love a little bit of domestic bakugou)
As soon as he knew you were pregnant, his life turned upside down in the best way possible. He treated you as if you were an ice sculpture, scared that if something wrong happened you would melt or break apart.
As your belly started to gradually grow, so did his adoration for you (which already was sky high) multiplied by 1000. He constantly praised you, whispering soft phrases coated honey and all of his love; “You’re so beautiful”, “I’m proud of you”, “I love you and — placing his big palm softly on top of your swollen tummy— you.”
The way he gently nuzzled his cheek against your belly, telling your daughter that “Daddy loves you more that you can imagine” and “I cant wait to meet you, my firecracker” sobbing at “firecracker” rn 🥺
When he held her in his arms for the first time, he didn’t let out a single tear. No. Instead, he full on sobbed and clutched your little girl closer to his chest, bawling his eyes out and saying how much he loved you two, and that he was the happiest man alive because he had both of the loves of his life happy and healthy.
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Lost Love. | K. Bakugou
Pro-Hero Bakugou x Baker Reader
this has been on my mind for so long that i just needed to write about it.
WORD COUNT: 1.4k
WARNING: none, fluff.
Dilf pro-hero Bakugo, out patrolling, gets a call from his two bros Kirishima and Sero. Saying that they might have lost his son while taking him to the amusement park. Getting a furious Bakugo screaming and cursing at the two for losing his kid and being such idiots.
He even threatens them that they better be fucking searching and be lucky to find Katsuo first before him because if he sees him first, he won’t go easy on them when he meets them.
Meanwhile, Bakugo’s son is crying outside the gift shop for losing his two uncles. The little boy didn’t mean to get lost he just wanted to get a Dynamite mask like his papa because he saw a little girl wearing one.
“Hey, sweetie, are you lost?” the small little boy hears a gentle voice, having him look up as he wipes his tears. He slowly nods his head to the pretty woman as he sheds more tears. “Hey, it’s okay, honey.”
“My name is Y/N,” you smile at the little boy. “What’s yours?”
“I’m K-Katsuo… Katsuo Bakugo.”
You crouch down to see Katsuo better, getting a tissue out of your bag as you wipe his running nose. “That’s such a lovely name, sweetie.”
Katsuo steps closer to you, “I-I lost my uncles…” he says, eyes getting teary again.
“Do you remember what your uncles were wearing? Or the last time you saw them?”
You watch how Katsuo takes his time to think about it, only to shake his head. “I ran because I saw a girl wearing a Dynamight mask, and I wanted one .. just like my papa.”
“Is your papa pro-hero Dynamight, Katsuo?” you ask, getting a nod. “That’s so cool, Katsuo.”
Katsuo finally smiles, tears gone. “I know, right! Papa is the strongest hero and the best! I love him so much,” he happily says.
You smile as you agree with the child. “I’m sure he is Katsuo.”
“But papa might be mad that I got lost..” Katsuo whispers.
You brush Katsuo’s bangs, “He won’t, you know why?”
“Why?” Katsuo asks. “Because he loves you so much,“ you say, having Katsuo to giggle.
“Now, why don’t we go and find a security that could help us find your uncles, huh?” you smile, extending your hand for him to take, which Katsuo happily accepts.
Bakugo is starting to get anxious as he has been searching for his son for the past 10 minutes. The number of people in the amusement park makes it hard for the pro-hero to find his son. Until he gets a call from the security office of the amusement park that his son is safe and is here waiting at the station.
Bakugo arrives at the station, asking the security guard where his son is. Only for the pro-hero to growl as the security guard takes too long to speak, having him go search for the brat himself. As he enters further through the station, Bakugo is met with the sight of his son laughing while a gorgeous woman is sitting with his son, playing with him.
what the-
Bakugo flinches when the woman spots him. “Katsuo, I believe your papa is here,” he hears her say. Having his son turn in the direction, she points to Katsuo, smiling huge, spotting his papa. Katsuo stands up and runs towards him.
“Papa!” Katsuo cries as Bakugo opens his arms and catches the little rascal. “I’m sorry I got lost…”
Bakugo chuckles, hugging his son. “I just wanted a mask-like yours,” Katsuo whispers. “Mask?” Bakugo asks.
Katsuo nods, “umm… he saw a little girl wearing one,” Bakugo hears a soft voice speak, leading for the pro-hero to turn towards the direction of the voice.
“So he ran off to where they were selling them and didn’t realize that he ran too far from his uncles.”
Katsuo nods his head, “Yeah and Y/N helped me, papa! She’s a very nice person.”
You laugh, getting the attention of the pro-hero. “Sorry for not introducing myself, but I’m Y/N, and I’m the one that brought your son here,” you smile, bowing to the hero.
Bakugo suddenly feels a weird feeling in his stomach from the smile you gave him. The two of you continue to look at each other, not breaking eye contact. However, the moment gets interrupted as Kirishima and Sero burst through the doors, running towards the hero, both crying in relief that Katsuo is okay.
Kirishima and Sero get on their knees once spotting their blonde friend.
It does not take long for Bakugo to scream and scold his friends, taking you by surprise by the way his two friends are on their knees, begging for forgiveness. You find the scene quite funny, but it makes you think you should leave. “Excuse me? Dynamight?” you ask, having Bakugo and his friends turn to look at you.
“Is it okay if I can talk to Katsuo for a minute before I leave?” you ask, taking the hero by surprise. “Sure.”
Bakugo puts down Katsuo, who happily walks up to you. You crouch down to be at the same height as Katsuo, who hugs you. “Y/N, you’re leaving?” Katsuo asks with a tone of sadness.
You smile as you hug the little boy in return. “I am Katsuo. Your papa and uncles are already here for you, honey. But I didn’t want to leave without giving you the gift that I have for you,” you say, making the little boy curious.
“A gift? What is it?” Katsuo excitedly asks. “You need to close your eyes first and no peeping.”
Katsuo eagerly closes his eyes, making you giggle from the cuteness. Bakugo watches the whole interaction, making the hero curious as well. He sees how you take something out of your bag but can’t tell what it is. “Okay, open your eyes,” you smile.
Katsuo slowly opens his eyes and gasps, “A Dynamight mask, like papa!”
“I told one of the security guards if they could do me a favor and buy it for me, which they nicely did,” you explain. “Now you can match with your papa, Katsuo,” you smile, looking over at Bakugo, who suddenly gets flustered.
Katsuo giggles from happiness, hugging you tightly as he thanks you.
“Your welcome, sweetie. Now, I have to go, Katsuo,” you say, trying to let go, but Katsuo only hugs you tighter. “N-No.. don’t leave.”
“I have to, honey,” you softly say, only for Katsuo to shake his head.
Bakugo notices how his son is not letting you go, leading him to walk up to the two of you, and hit Katsuo’s head. “She needs to go, brat, so let go,” Bakugo says, pulling him off you.
“NO! I DON’T WANT Y/N TO GO,” Katsuo loudly cries as fat tears stream down his face, taking both of you by surprise.
Katsuo continues to sob as Bakugo tries to calm him down a bit. It’s the first time Bakugo has ever seen Katsuo like that, especially crying for someone he just met. Bakugo sees you move closer to the two of them. “Katsuo,” you whisper, wiping his tears. “Will meet again, I promise.”
Katsuo sniffles, looking at you with his teary eyes, “Promise?” he asks. You nod your head, “I pinky promise,” you say, lifting your pinky. Katsuo softly smiles as he interlocks his tiny pinky with yours before he lets go and hides his face on Bakugo’s chest.
“I’m sorry about all of this,” Bakugo says as he hugs Katsuo and carries him. “The brat isn’t usually like this.”
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it,” you smile at the pro-hero. “You don’t need to keep that promise…” Bakugo whispers low for his son not to hear.
You shake your head, “A promise is a promise,” you say, getting a nod from Bakugo.
“I own a bakery that’s close to your agency, actually. On the weekends, we have classes for kids, so if you’re ever free, please stop by with Katsuo. Here’s my card!” you happily say, handing it to the hero who takes it.
“Well, it was very nice meeting you, Dynamight! Bye, Katsuo will see each other soon, sweetie!” you say, getting a small wave from the little boy who’s hiding his face on Bakugo’s neck. You bowed goodbye to the pro-hero and his friends, along with the security guard.
Bakugo keeps looking at you until he can longer see your figure. He then looks at the card you gave him. Milk and Cookies Bakery, softly smiling at himself without realizing. He then hears Kirishima and Sero snicker, leading Bakugo to glare at them as he walks up to them, giving them the beating they deserve for losing Katsuo.
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You and boyfriend!Bakugou drunkenly fuck one night without a condom, his burning mouth on your nipples and fat cock buried in you felt too good to tell him to stop before he came inside.
And he did. Deep, deep in you.
It’s not until a few weeks later that you don’t quite feel like yourself. You purchase a pregnancy test and take it, glaring at it from the toilet the whole two minutes it takes to curate your results.
Positive.
Katsuki gets home and instantly notices your nerves, and you can’t wait to tell him after dinner like you’d planned. When his belly would be full and he’d be at his most content.
So you tell him. And he smiles.
Later, when he gets you under him again, he starts cooing down at you, “Such a good girl that you got pregnant from doing it raw just one time?” You feel a hot and heavy hand linger on your lower belly, warm eyes looking down at you with reverence, “Fucked you so well this pussy had no choice, huh?”
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one big brain dump tbh but a lot of fluff and swearing !
you fall for bakugou katsuki first.
he's unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with in the hero world. many have had their eyes on bakugou ever since he was a mere hero course student. safe to say he did not disappoint.
now climbing to one of the top hero spots, dynamight is widely adored by japan. despite crowning one of the most 'undesirable' personalities a hero can have, his fans equated him to a pomeranian and moved on to the latest papparazi photo taken at the time.
before the public, you adored bakugou katsuki first.
as a classmate, he pushed you to your limit without even knowing, invigorating you with a spirit to keep fighting. as a friend (you got there in the end), he entertained you with his grumbling, liked to carry your bag for you despite your reluctance, and kept you company throughout rigorous study periods.
somewhere along the way, you realised you adored bakugou katsuki, a lot more than friends should.
now as a coworker in his agency, he keeps you company during late hours, sends you off on missions with a 'come back alive, idiot', and delivers you gifts when things are going rough.
fate plays her cards and bakugou katsuki now finds himself falling even harder for you. five years after your revelation.
when he looks you in the eye there is something akin to determination in them and it alights pure admiration in his veins. despite your kindness, you are strengthened by ambition and purpose alone, and he finds himself caught in your magnetic field.
but these newfound feelings come to him as effortlessly as water flows down a stream after a downpour; destined to feel this way for you, helpless against the currents of life. after a long drought, he feels refreshed and rejuvenated by the energy you bring to his life.
he loves the little notes you stick on his desk, often paired with smiley faces, stupid jokes, or reminders that range from 'drink water!' or 'see you at the meeting at 1! :p'. he loves the daily lunch runs you have together, sometimes it's easier to get to work when he knows you're there with him. he loves that you're workout buddies, always giving him extra 'fun' challenges during his session by sitting atop him during push-ups or planks, or clinging to him like a koala as he does pull-ups.
bakugou katsuki loves you so naturally that you've been embedded in the little cracks of the hectic lives you both lead.
you're his homescreen and lockscreen, there's a plushie you gave him in third year sitting in his large-ass bedroom, there's a photo of you and him on his office desk, even more polaroids at home, and there's a designated mug for you in his cabinet for when you come over. it's used approximately twice a week.
bakugou doesn't want to show it, really, he doesn't, but he finds himself staring at you too often, too softly. there's a multitude of paparazzi photos of you two, the cameras catching the obvious shift in his eyes when it's you he's next to, looking at you with a grin as you ramble excitedly to him.
mina's never fails to send one whenever she sees them.
she even sent him a photo that was taken whilst he was walking through the street, too engaged with his phone to realise cameras pointed at him. the wild part is that there is a gentle, heartfelt smile etched on his face.
‘texting y/n? down bad.’
the acid user was blocked that day. she was right though.
the sad part is that he can recall exactly which text you sent that had him that giddy; it was a selfie of you and a pomeranian from patrol, paired with some joke that you found bakugou whilst out. whilst he would've blown anyone up who made the comparison to his face, he found himself zooming in on your bright smile, heart aching with a familiar longing.
he hates you. he hates you so bad that it hurts not to have you.
every reminder that you weren't his pains him even more. at his core, bakugou is nothing more than a bitter, jealous son of a bitch, but he can't help it. he's sacrificed too much to get to the top, but he doesn't want to lose you.
not when you look so beautiful- so ethereal laughing with that extra ‘hero’, monoma. under the gala lights, in your outfit, you were truly beautiful, and bakugou finds himself stunned by your allure, stomping over to you in a vulnerable moment of bewitchment.
he doesn't know how many people he pushed aside in the crowd, ignoring their grunts and gasps to reach you.
you, sweet, radiant, undeniable you find him first, meeting him in the middle with an even brighter smile.
despite being in the middle of a stuffy, packed floor, filled to the brim with heroes, sidekicks, reporters and managers alike, it is only you and bakugou. the intimacy causes him to feel overwhelmed by your glow; the tie he's donning suddenly tightening around his neck, causing him to choke on his words.
there's a sudden urge to get to his knees and start praising the ground you stand on.
"hi," you murmur.
"hey,” he responds, briefly scanning you up and down. “you look nice.”
you laugh at his compliment, masking the violent heartbeat of your chest. "thank you, katsuki. i think you look dashing."
the blond offers you his arm. you take it without much thought. "of course i do. if i wanna stand next to you i have to look worthy of it."
you fall first for bakugou katsuki.
but he's waiting at the bottom to catch you in his arms.
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Headcannon that while Kunigami plays it cool most of the time around you or gets a little flustered and shy, he’s actually screaming inside and out loud to his friends about how down bad he is. Like this man is clutching his chest the moment you leave cause how are you so pretty and perfect and UUGGHHHH-
He’s constantly teased for how much of a mess he becomes by his friends. He’s banging his head on the wall and actually weak in the knees when you’re not looking and Isagi and Chigiri are barely withholding their laughs and Bachira is straight up cackling.
You once got a video from Chigiri of just Kunigami screaming in his pillow saying “HOW ARE THEY SO FUCKING CUTEEEEE” and banging his fists into the mattress. You made a new folder just for that video to rewatch it over and over again and tease your boy <333
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You Mess With The Bull?
Bakugo x femReader | smut mdni.
Summary : perhaps, it wasn't the best idea to tease your husband for the entire evening, or was it?
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You were going to be late.
Usually Bakugo knew better than to rush his wife's 'process' (the last time he had commented on you primping he had accidentally said something or another insensitive and you had subsequently broken three of his ribs while crying that you did it "for him" and he ought to be more appreciative of you and you were feeling bloated; he'd asked you if you were on your period and you'd given him a look so deadly it could melt). But this time it was not just his own impatience and general lack of understanding of female rituals that made him sigh and drum his fingers on his leg, but the fact that other people were waiting for you both. It had been Jiro's idea that the four of you go on a double-date, and you had quickly agreed. Even Denki had seemed on board with the idea, despite the fact that he was swamped with paperwork and clearly worn out. With the three of you enthusiastically discussing restaurants and recent movies, Bakugo could hardly protest. In truth, all he really wanted was a quiet night in with you. It hadn't been long since he had a day off—after many months of being busy bc he’s #2 —and he was eager to make up for lost time.
Your daughter was at a sleepover at Mina's daughter’s, and Sero had (somewhat naively) volunteered to look over the kaminaris children for the night. He and you were supposed to meet up with the Kaminaris at seven in front of a newly-opened restaurant on Musutafu. Denki's first suggestion had (predictably) been a club, but that had been quickly vetoed by you who insisted that they should at least pretend to be mature adults for once and go someplace nicer, where the dress code wasn't simply "whatever you feel like wearing. Eventually, you decided on an up-scale, trendy location in the new district.
"Sweetheart…" he finally decided to speak up, glancing towards the half-shut bathroom door. "It's nearly six-forty. We'll have to leave soon if we want to get there on damn time."
"I'm almost ready." he heard your reply, and true to your word you emerged from the bathroom a moment later, your hair gathered up on top of your head in a neat updo. He thought you might have been wearing a bit of makeup too; your eyes looked darker and smokier than usual and your lips rosier. But his attention was quickly drawn away from your face and redirected at the rest of you, as you strut into your bedroom in your underwear, hips sashaying temptingly. He had seen you in your unmentionables countless times, naturally, but this was new: practically nothing but red scraps of fabric held together haphazardly by straps. Your breasts looked ready to escape the confines of a lacy bra and your most secret place was covered by a gauzy little triangle of silk, and when you turned around to open your closet he could see the curves of your ass perfectly. Your black-thigh-highs were held up by a garter belt (when had you gotten that? Where had you gotten that?) and he immediately pictured himself snapping one of the elastic straps against your smooth skin.
With deliberate slowness, you bent over slowly to give him a glorious view of your backside and plucked a pair of heels from your shoe rack. Blood heaved to his groin. He groaned and stood up off the bed where he'd been waiting, his eyes heavy lidded, and began moving towards you with clear intent.
This was precisely why he wanted to stay in tonight. He'd been away from you for the better part of a decade,—and a very long time to be celibate. He managed, of course, with some rather explicit pictures and letters and the palm of his hand, but it was a poor substitute for the warm, willing creature before him. And he loved his daughter dearly, but she was as of yet too young to fully understand that a married man and woman sometimes needed alone time. You daughter was his pride and joy and he adored her with all the unconditional affection, but his pride and joy had been a right little cockblocker more than once since his return; that she was going to be spending the night at her friend's had seemed like a godsend until this scheme had been hatched. It was like the universe was conspiring to prevent him from getting laid.
All except you, it seemed. You could always be counted on—you understood his needs better than anyone. Surely youd missed him, too. Bakugo let out an appreciative rumble as he came towards you, placing his hand on your hip. He inched closer until his hardness pressed against you practically-bear rear, and brought his lips to the nape of your neck.
"Honey!" You giggled, batting at his hand. "That tickles. What are you doing?"
He had thought that had been rather self-explanatory, but apparently you weren’t taking the hint. “Don’t act dumb” He nudged his erection into you more firmly, his teeth grazing your shoulder.
"A-ah, darling, no." You squirmed away from him and he blinked, genuinely surprised at your refusal. Then what was with you get-up, if you weren’t trying to seduce him? "You said it yourself: we're going to be late."
"We can be quick." he murmured, advancing on you as you continued to pull away. He succeeding in cornering you against a wall, his eyes bearing deeply into yours and burning with unspoken need. He couldn't help it; he was hornier than a buck in rutting season and then you had waltzed out like this, looking very much like a present that needed unwrapping.
As his lips descended towards yours you placed a hand on either one of his shoulders to hold him at length. "Later." You promised and darted away before he could complain. He scowled and adjusted his belt so that his 'issue' wouldn't be quite so noticeable and sat back down with a huff and some curse mumbles ‘fuckin tease’. Bakugo Katsuki was not used to being denied, even when there was a perfectly valid reason for it. But he intended for you to make good on your promise and contented himself with that thought—as you finished dressing yourself, shimmying into an elegant black dress that hugged the lines of your body tightly.
It was going to be a long night.
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He was sulking.
It was all you could do to stop yourself from laughing at your poor husband. You knew how he hated to be laughed at, but it was too funny: a grown man and accomplished hero looking like a sullen toddler deprived of his favourite toy. It had only been your intention to tease him a little before you left for the evening, but now you wondered how far you could take this practical joke of yours. You'd bought the lingerie specifically for him, even though you'd been well aware that he'd never paid much attention to what you wore—more often than not it had a very short-lived career on your body and an even shorter journey from your body to the bedroom floor, at least where he was concerned. Imagine your surprise when he'd jumped at the bait as soon as you'd walked out of the bathroom—hook, line, and sinker. His warm response had been both unexpected and delightful, and the heat of his predatory stare had left your feeling more than a little uncomfortable yourself when you left the house for the night. You squeezed your thighs together at the thought of his arousal pressed against your ass and shot him a covert glance as you drew near the restaurant.
Patience. If you wanted to have a little fun it would be at task requiring the utmost skill and precision. Too much and he might snap and do something in public that could get you arrested, and too little and you'd only embarrass yourself.
Jiro and Denki were already waiting outside the restaurant when they arrived (their promptness likely as a result of Jiro and not Denki.) Jiro was wearing a breezy lilac dress and Denki was wearing casual clothes. They were talking under the eaves of the building and waved as you and Bakugo approached.
"Kacchan! Y/N!" Denki greeted in his usual loud, boisterous manner. Jiro gave them a little half-bow and a smile. The four of you went inside together and the server seated you in a cozy, private corner table. Each sat opposite from your spouse, the men on one side and ladies on the other, and you ordered your drinks and perused the menus in between small-talk.
"They don't have pasta." Denki said, disappointed.
"Then try something else, Denki." his wife suggested, rolling her eyes.
They ordered their food soon afterwards and continued their conversation in earnest, the topic of which was whatever Denki happened to be talking about before you and Bakugo had arrived. "Anyway, I'm under a lot of pressure from the research and technology division to approve these new gears… can you believe it? They're useful, but back in our day…"
"Whatever." Bakugo grunted in agreement as he nursed his sake. You glanced at your husband through your lowered eyelashes; he truly was the most handsome man you'd ever laid eyes on, and in the dim glow of the restaurant he looked particularly delectable: all raucous and brooding. He'd been striking as a young man and now he was devastating; he aged like a fine wine.
"You work too hard, Kami." You offered, swirling your wine absently around your glass. You slipped a foot out of your high-heel and brushed it against Bakugo's calf under the table. Bakugo's eyes snapped up to meet yours, but you continued speaking casually as if you were not presently sliding your foot up your husband's leg, your toes making a slow, mischievous trek towards his thighs. "Maybe you should take a short vacation? Spend some time with Jiro and the kids."
"I wish I could." Denki sighed. "But the entrance exam is coming up, and… I’m still a new teacher"
"I don’t even know why you chose to be a teacher at UA…Apart from the fact that your grades were the worst in our class" Jiro mocked him. "Be careful to not dumfounded in front of your students."
Denki rolled his eyes at her and the couple shared a look, he knows she was joking only but can't help grinning at her so sweet, so … innocent compared to your foot, which had slid past Bakugo's knees and was now creeping towards the apex of his legs. He looked understandably uncomfortable, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the side of the table hard. Your stockinged foot found his groin and you began rubbing your toes along the seam of his crotch, feeling his member stiffen in response through his pants. His gaze was scalding as he looked at you across the table and cleared his throat roughly. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but you thought he was starting to look awfully red in the face.
"Wassa matter, Kacchan? You need to take a shit?" Denki asked him abruptly.
"No." Bakugo snapped and you carefully extracted his foot before the others could catch on; if Jiro activated her quirk she could clearly hear the moves right through the table.
"Oh." you said as you calmly slid your foot back into your shoe and batted your eyes at your poor, aroused husband innocently. "Look, I think that's our food on its way…"
He wants to fuckin murder you.
But first, fuck you until you see the stars.
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You were doing it on purpose.
At first he'd thought that your stunt in the bedroom had been unintentional—an accident; that for whatever reason you had felt the need to wear fancy underwear to go out to dinner with your friends and you hadn't been trying to rile him up, but now Bakugo knew better. The first indication had been an obvious one: it had been no mere accident that you had began giving him a damn footjob during your meal. He was grateful that the tablecloth had been long enough that no one could see what you were doing to him, and even more grateful that you had stopped before making him spend in his trousers from a little over-the-clothes rubbing like a virgin schoolboy. But it had not ended there, no: you were determined to prolong his torment and he could safely say that it was the most agonizing, longest meal of his life. He hadn't been able to enjoy or concentrate on his food at all with his head whirling with thoughts of sex that you ruthlessly provoked; you constantly leaned forward to put your breasts on display, moaned gratuitously while sampling your dinner, and made direct eye contact with him while eating your dessert—licking ice cream from your spoon slowly when you thought the others weren't looking.
You were taunting him. He didn't think he'd ever encountered this particular, fresh hell in your relationship before. Of course you’d teased harmlessly here and there, but never so persistently or for so long or while you were so in public. It wasn't difficult to excite him, so usually after your first or second come-hither you were flat on your back and making good on those implied promises. But here there was no relief or escape immediately in sight, not even as dinner came to a close and you settled the bill. Bakugo was trying to think of an excuse to get you home as soon as possible so he could pay you back in kind when Denki proposed,
"It's a nice night out. We should go for a walk in the park or something."
"No-" he tried to interrupt, but you quickly talked over him.
"That sounds lovely! Yes, let's do it."
You shared a brief glance before you averted your eyes coyly. Oh, yes, you knew exactly what awaited you the moment you were alone together. Well, you couldn't run from him indefinitely. Eventually you would return back home and then he would have you and he would not be merciful, either. He would make your pant, writhe, and beg and every taunt of yours was another hour of sleep you bid goodbye forever. He would start by pulling all the pins from your hair and running his hands through it, and then he would rip that sinfully tight dress from your body. He didn't care if it would make you angry; he could always buy you more dresses and the damn garment had been mocking him all evening and he wanted nothing more than to destroy it.
You left the restaurant and walked to the park. Denki was right: it was a nice evening out, but Bakugo was in no mindset to enjoy the weather. He was plotting sexy, sexy revenge. Denki and Jiro walked a few paces ahead of you, hand in hand, as the four of you toured the loop that went around the pond. He could hear snippets of their conversation over the night breeze and the rustling of the leaves; they seemed to be talking about their children.
You sidled up next to him, grasping his arm and enfolding it in your own. He could feel the press of your breasts against his bicep. Looking up at him sweetly, you leaned in and whispered,
"…I'm going to fuck your brains out, honey."
“The fuck did you say, woman?” He said in disbelief almost loud but it seems like the Kaminaris did not hear him. He stared at you uncomprehendingly for a long time, uncertain that he had actually heard you correctly. He did not believe he had ever heard you utter something so explicit in all the time you had known each other. You had written some very descriptive letters of a sexual nature to one other during his long-distance-missions, but that was different than you saying it out loud, in your own voice, in a sultry purr that positively dripped of sex while you were looking directly at him.
Clearly you were a little surprised by your own boldness, as your cheeks pinkened furiously, but you was not to be deterred and continued on with a little more determination: "I'm going to suck your cock until you're dizzy and you come so hard that you see stars." you kept going, spilling out filthy promises in a hushed, hurried voice: "I'll drink it all and then I'll lick you all over until your hard as a rock again, and then I'll ride you so hard and so fast that you can't remember your own name but still somehow have the presence of mind to scream mine, again and again, all night-"
That was it. No more. You had pushed him past his breaking point and he couldn't take any more. If he didn't do something to deal with the tension soon then he was going to lose his mind. Pinning your eyes with his own. You read his intent immediately and let go of his arm, but he fastened it quickly around your waist, trapping you against him before you could back away. You weren't going to be getting away from him that easily.
But where? He spied some bushes. Those would do. It was a public park and you might be seen; Jiro and Denki might notice you are gone; Jiro and Denki might see you but he didn't give a shit. He was so beyond caring.
Just as he was about to drag you into the thin cover of some nearby shrubs so he could have his wicked way with you, Denki turned around and looked at you.
"Hey, are you guys coming?" he asked, oblivious.
You both would be—in the sexual sense of the word—shortly, provided there were no more interruptions and no more defences for you to hide behind.
"Ye-" you began, and tried to wriggle away from him. He held on to you firmly, his arm locked around you like a metal vice.
"Nope." Bakugo answered. "We're going home."
"Oh." Denki seemed perplexed. "What's up?"
"Y/N is going to fuck my brains out." Bakugo deadpanned. You went red as a beet, squeaked indignantly, and slapped him angrily on the shoulder. Jiro seemed duly scandalized and stuttered incoherently. Denki's jaw dropped, his mouth forming into a perfect little 'o' of shock. "Her words, not mine."
"Oh my god, Katsuki, this is a public park!" you hissed at him. "There could be children!"
Denki took a moment to recover and then gave him a wordless thumbs-up. Satisfied that he had been given leave, he bent down and swept his wife up over his shoulder, putting a firm hand on your ass to keep you in place before disappearing in a blur, vanishing into the night and dragging you along with him.
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Oops, you thought.
You had found the line and then you had crossed over it without an ounce of shame. You had messed with the bull one too many times and now you were about to get the horns—in the very metaphorical sense, in that you were most likely about to be penetrated by something long and phallic. Yet somehow you couldn't quite find it in yourself to regret it; after all, it wasn't as though you ever meant to refuse him or was teasing without the intention to follow through. If anything, you desired him equally as much. There was just something about the sight of him all flustered and frustrated, the fierceness of his gaze when he was tense and badly aroused that was immensely thrilling to you, and you hadn't been able to resist pressing him a little harder, a little further, just to see how long it would be before he snapped. And then you couldn't help but wonder in a mixture of dread and anticipation what it would be like when he finally lost control…
You were about to find out.
You didn't struggle much while he toted you like a sack of potatoes back to your home. Bakugo hastily opened the door and kicked it shut behind him before swinging you down onto your own two feet in the entryway. The way he looked at you made you heart sputter: like a hungry wolf looking at a juicy steak. Your core throbbed eagerly, conflicting with the primal, instinctive urge to flee. Of course, you completely trusted that he would never hurt you; if so much as one genuine "no" passed your lips he would stop right then and there (although he might not be happy about it.) He just looked terribly intimidating looming over you, his eyes smouldering with blatant carnal need, that you wondered if maybe you had gone a teensy bit too far.
You lifted up your hands in a weak attempt to appease him. "Katsuki, honey, I was only tea-"
He lunged at you. Squealing, you turned on your heel and ran for the living room. He chased after you with some yelling telling you to stay still at once, letting out a throaty, animalistic growl as he pursued. You didn't have anywhere to go and did not make it very before he caught you and shoved you up against the nearest wall.
Bakugo was on you in a heartbeat, his lips crashing against yours in a harsh, domineering kiss. His tongue swept into your mouth and you melted against him, moaning fervently into his lips. You loved all his kisses: the sweet, the loving, the slow, the tentative, the occasionally sloppy; but sometimes you wanted nothing more than to be kissed just like this: like he was going to die if he didn't kiss you, like he was driven by some powerful need to possess your in body and soul and so he claimed your mouth so roughly, so needfully that it made you weak in the knees.
"Katsuki…" you panted his name, your knees easing apart readily as he wedged his hips in between yours. He ground his erection into you forcefully and you gasped, the sensation sending electric sparks up your spine and causing your entire body to flush. The ball of tension in your core had now developed into a steady, urgent throbbing as you felt your body dampen and grow ready for him. You anticipated all his roughness, all his impatience, all his incredibly erotic fury; you craved it with a desperation that surprised you.
"Look." he bit out savagely, rubbing himself against you once more. "Look what you've been doing to me all that fuckin night."
His fingers clenched in the fabric of your sleeve and with one deft yank he tore it. Your pupils dilated and you trembled excitedly. Had he even been quite so aggressive with you before? You had always been passionate lovers, even sometimes outright rough but you were having a hard time remembering the last time he had come at you with so much forcefulness. In mere moments one of your favourite dresses was in tatters as he peeled it from your body and shoved it to the floor, in an act both barbaric and sexy.
"I like this." he grumbled huskily, his fingers passing over the tops of your breasts, stroking the lace trim of your bra. "This you can keep."
"How generous of you." you answered him a little nervously. He deftly undid the clasp of your bra with his one hand (it had taken him an endearingly long time to figure out how to do that) and it too was cast to the floor, followed shortly thereafter by your garter belt. You shivered as his lips marked a trail from your chin down your neck, past the delicate line of your collarbone before finally reaching the rounded swell of your breast; he pinched a nipple carefully in between his teeth and you arched your back, your eyes snapping shut. God, you felt like you were about to crawl out of your skin or burst into flame—possibly both at the same time.
You were flushed and out of breath when he pulled back to undo the buttons on his shirt, and you quickly batted his hand away. "Let me." you insisted, grabbing two fistfuls of his shirt and pulling hard. The buttons gave with satisfying pops, scattering across the floor, some rolling under the couch as you eagerly divested him of the garment.
"You wrecked my shirt." he grunted, a faint smirk curling his damn hot mouth.
"You ruined my dress." you countered, and then grasped his face and pulled his mouth back to yours. While you kissed him fervently his hand slid low, fingering along the edge of your panties before slipping inside. His fingers sought out your clit and you broke apart from the kiss with a high-pitched moan, your head falling back against the wall.
He bent his forehead so it touched yours, and you locked heady, lidded gazes as he worked your pleasure centre in quick, firm circles, driving you with an unrelenting pace until you felt yourself on heaven's doorstep. It was the precise instant before you tipped over the edge that he withdrew his hand, causing you to whimper unhappily.
He didn't break eye contact as he licked the thin coat of your essence away from his fingertips. You could have groaned aloud at the sight.
"Doesn't feel so nice when the shoe is on the other foot, does it?" he growled.
"I need you inside of me." you panted, grabbing for his belt and undoing the buckle with shaky fingers. You ripped it from his belt-loops in one quick motion. "Now."
He undid his trousers and shoved them down along with his underwear, stepping out of his clothes so that he was standing before you completely naked. His erection sprung free, upright and rigid, the thick crown flushed an angry red. You reached out automatically and gripped his shaft in your hand, giving it a good, firm pump.
"Shit, babe." he hissed through gritted teeth. "I'm not gonna last."
"I don't care." you murmured, not letting go of him as you pushed down your panties with your other hand, kicking them to some far-flung corner of the room; you would remember to collect them later, before your daughter came home. "We have all night."
"Thank god for that," he said and pressed you against the wall so your back was flush with it, his fingertips digging into the firm curve of your rear. You wrapped your legs around him as he hoisted you up, positioning the tip of his manhood at your entrance—then he was inside of you with one sharp thrust.
His name left your lips on a breathless whisper as he penetrated you hard, sliding inside of you up to his hilt. Bakugo's rhythm was desperate as he drove into your body, your hips smacking together with nearly-bruising force which caused the picture frames on the walls to rattle and threaten to fall. With each feverish pound of his hips he let out a deep groan, eyes pinched and faced flushed as the friction built rapidly between you like a tidal wave, threatening to crash down and drown you both.
"Fuck. Oh." he grunted.
You came apart suddenly. Your heels dug into his thighs and your walls clamped around him in a series of spasmodic flutters as you orgasmed, throwing your head back and letting out a cry of pure ecstasy. He followed soon afterwards, his panting and moaning growing erratic, the wild thrusting of his hips even more urgent until you felt him swell and empty inside of you with a shout that he muffled against your neck.
You rode out your climax together. He shook and shuddered violently for a long time, clinging to you, and he pushed inside of you a few more times sluggishly before he was completely spent and you broke apart. Your legs wobbled and you clutched onto his shoulders for dear life, worried that you would fall. You looked up and met his eyes, bleary and dazed from pleasure.
You took his hand and peeked towards the bedroom.
"Again?" you asked him.
He nodded.
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Hi! I have a request.
Okay so 1-A bakugou end’s up to the future. Where he sees that he has a family with reader and sees what a simp he will become🫣
And how would future bakugou and reader (+ the kids) react to meeting him.
(You can choose if past bakugou knows reader or not)
I’m sorry if it’s confusing,
It was safe to say that Katsuki was beyond pissed. He was certain that at this point he was never going to fully get your attention, not with that damned Todoroki always swooping in before he can even look your way.
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The cacophony of grunts from the students plundered against the walls of Gym Gamma. It was self-improvement day and Aizawa was NOT letting anyone rest.
“Keep it up class. Those who fail to break some sort of barrier today will receive double homework for a week. I’m looking at you, Kaminari,” Aizawa grinned evilly. You let out a giggle at Kaminari’s audible gulp before Aizawa shot you a glare.
Katsuki was busy increasing the flow of his AP shot; he thought that if he could increase his sweat, he could increase the speed of which the blasts sped out. The poor rock he was blasting was finally on its last legs, all before that IDIOT Kaminari accidentally bumped into him and caused a rockslide, directly above the platform that you were training on.
“Hey, watch!-” he yelled in a panic. He saw fear flash through your eyes as he willed his body to move. Thankfully for you and begrudgingly for him, a smooth glacier of ice barricaded you from being concussed with Bakugou’s debris.
Todoroki hopped his way from his platform to you and placed his hand on your shoulder.
“Are you alright? You aren’t hurt are you?” Todoroki asked, examining your head for injuries. You shook him off you with a nervous smile.
“Thank you for stopping the debris Todo, but I’m fine. It was shock, I’m not hurt,” you reassured him gently. Todoroki gave you another once over before seeing where the damage came had arrived from.
“I would recommend being more careful next time, Bakugou. Someone could have gotten really hurt,” Todoroki gave him a meaningful glare as Katsuki fought every vein pop in his neck at his implications. Kaminari let out a guffaw, before he let out a squeak of terror at the animalistic look on Katsuki’s face.
“Laugh. Again. I. Freakin’. Dare. You,” he strained angrily through gritted teeth.
“O-okay Kaachan!” Kaminari speedily ran away from the threat as Katsuki stared at the back of your head. Well, now he was in a bad mood.
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Katsuki was the first one in the changing room, and the first one out. He trudged his way to the UA dorms so he could shower and forget the whole day. He couldn’t stand the idea of being teased right now, not when he was so careless to the point that you nearly got concussed. Well, that never would have happened if Dunce Face watched where he was going…
Katsuki was torn from his thoughts as he barged past another student.
“Hey, watch where you’re fucking!-”
And just like that, Katsuki fell to the ground.
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It took Katsuki a long time to start stirring from his sleep. It was a gradual process, but somehow he managed to tear the sleep from his body as he was poked and shaken incessantly by someone. Katsuki jumped up immediately in surprise, throwing a blast at his assailant. His assailant was no match for him though, springing back and using their quirk to restrain him.
Katsuki wiggled in his restraints like a wild animal, snapping and snarling.
“What the hell do you want with me you bastards! Let me the hell go or I’ll fucking kill you!” He snarled with purpose. A soft giggle filled his ears. A familiar giggle.
Soft (S/C) skin filtered through his still blurry vision until he saw… you.
You were at least a good 20 years older, some laughter lines he didn’t remember seeing (not that he definitely doesn’t scan you every time you’re close to him), as well as new scars.
Your eyes had aged too, the bags slightly more prominent but you were still you. You had four small children gathered around the bed gawking at the teen. The smallest was in your lap, seemingly frightened of Katsuki.
“Easy there tiger, you just woke up. I found you in the street asleep, so I took you to a hospital to see if you’re okay,” you offered an explanation that only answered some of his questions.
“Who the damned hell are you?? Why the hell am I here?? Argh, damnit! Let me out of these shitty restraints!” He demanded. Your face hardened in an instant as you glared at him.
“Hey, no fucking swearing in front of my children! If you’re going to talk and ask questions, you need to be respectful. You’re frightening my son with your endless shouts, so what’s your name and we can call your parents to come collect you.”
Katsuki let himself be still for a moment, glowering at you before relaxing his pose.
“My name is Katsuki Bakugou. I was hit by a quirk on my way to the UA’s dorms, I fell asleep I think, and the next thing I know is I’m in a hospital bed surrounded by someone who looks like a classmate of mine,” Katsuki growled. Your face grew a look of puzzlement.
“D-did you say… Katsuki Bakugou? As in, explosion quirk, super goal oriented, current number 2 hero?” You questioned him worriedly.
Katsuki gave you a strange look. How the hell would you know about that stuff??
“I’m only a high school student so I can’t be the number two hero yet, but everything else is true. Look, here’s my quirk,” he said as he let off a few sparks. The small children around the bed looked on in awe at the sight as you chewed your nails.
Katsuki looked back up to you and saw your expression.
“Why?” He asked.
You gulped.
“Because I’m married to Katsuki Bakugou.”
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“Baby, I need you to come to the hospital in Kyoto, it’s an emergency! What? No, me and the kids are fine, we-. Hey, I told you we’re okay, but you have to be here as soon as you can. I’ll send you the details. I love you, see you in a bit.” You hung up the phone with an ashen face as you made your way back to your chair. Your children were bombarding Katsuki with questions, all too weird for Katsuki to answer.
“Papa, why are there two of you?”
“Daddy, why don’t you remember us? Did we do something bad?”
“Dad, why do you look so young? Where are all of your cool scars?”
“Alright kids, give the kid some space. We obviously need to get this fixed somehow. How we’re gonna do that is beyond me though,” you massaged your temples with a sigh. You glanced back up to young Katsuki.
“You’re definitely not a clone or something? Not some sort of fanboy who cosplays in his spare time?” You asked him, half joking.
Katsuki snorted.
“No, I don’t cosplay heroes. I beat them in the hero ranks to show them that I’m the best!” He exclaims.
“God, you even sound like my husband. I’m getting more and more convinced that this is some sort of weird time shift,” you stopped speaking as soon as a muscular figure pulls himself through the door. Katsuki physically stills.
It was him, but older.
At first, older Katsuki didn’t give him a look in. He scrambled over to you, kissing you deeply before checking you over for injuries.
“Where are you hurt?? Are you alright?? Speak to me??” He demanded. You carefully push him off you and rub your thumb on his cheek.
“Sweetie, I told you I’m fine. See, even the quadruplets are fine. We have a major problem though, and I don’t know how we’re going to solve it,” you gestured to younger Katsuki. Older Katsuki glares at younger Katsuki before a look for confusion befalls his face.
Katsuki looked… older. His face was more structured, yet still maintained some of his puppy fat. Scars littered his face, the most noticeable a large triangle that went from the middle of his cheek to the underside of his neck. His hair was shorter too, buzzed at the side. He towered over you easily and his pecs looked even bigger than before. Taunt muscles flexed at the threat to his wife and children.
“Can someone explain what the fuck happened?”
“Katsuki, stop fucking swearing!��
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Until he was back to his current time, you had pleaded with your husband to let him stay. Older Katsuki agreed when his babies started pleading too, chubby cheeks wobbling with unshed tears at the idea of their older daddy throwing out their younger daddy.
And for the last few days, he had lived with you and his (?) children. Older Katsuki was mostly at work when he woke up, and he wouldn’t see him unless he stayed up past his bedtime (he could never compromise his sleep).
He spent some time babysitting your children, the quads. The eldest, Akira, was a total carbon copy of him, apart from his hair texture and colour. He was so bold when facing younger Katsuki, asking him questions and hiding his siblings behind him when they properly met.
The second eldest daughter, Aika, was more like you; shy and reserved but very playful all the same. She was a more balanced mixed of the two of you (?).
Your third daughter, Kokoro, was a pain in his ass. She constantly played tricks on Katsuki, taunting him and making mean jokes (all before she was shut down with your stare).
And finally, your littlest quadruplet Keiko, was honestly kinda his favourite in the strangest way; he was so different to his siblings it was unreal. He was the smallest, most sensitive of the bunch. In a way, he reminded him of Deku when they were kids, but with his colour hair.
The morning of the third day, you sat him down with your children at the breakfast table and grilled him a fry up. Each of your children were giggling happily in their high chairs, scrambled eggs and ketchup smeared around each mouth. Katsuki let out a small smile when Keiko offered him a piece of toast from his plate before denying it with a “no thanks squirt, your ma is making me some”.
“Well, good news! I found the person who you described and asked them how long the quirk should last. You should be back to your own time by next week, maybe even earlier if you’re lucky,” you smiled as you flipped the sizzling bacon in the pan.
Katsuki was scarfing the breakfast like there was no tomorrow, up until you said that he should be home sometime by next week.
That’s good, he thought. I really want to know something though, I might as well take advantage of the situation.
He looked up at you, one burning question on his mind.
“I bet you’re wondering how me and … well, I suppose you got together, huh?” You grinned at him.
“How could you tell that’s what I was thinking?” He demanded. You let out a laugh.
“Katsuki hun, I’ve been married to you, er, him for over 15 years. I know all of your little tricks and tells, so don’t even try hiding them,” you offered more bacon to him. He accepted, before you turned your attention to the kids in their high chairs.
“Let me clean up my mucky little pups up first and we’ll talk after I’ve dropped them off at daycare.”
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It was a pleasant day, Katsuki noted. After dropping off the children at the daycare and added cuddles from the babies, you did as you promised and hurried Katsuki to the couch with a photo book.
“See here, this is a photo I took of us at our first date. You were so nervous, your hand kept popping and you had to keep wiping your hand,” you laughed fondly at the memory. Katsuki peered at the photos with a strange feeling lying in his tummy. Is this why he felt so nervous around younger you all of the time?
“Oh! And here, this was our trip with the class to France! I had said something about the croissants being delicious, and you took that as a challenge. I was eating the croissants you made for days,” you let out another laugh as you recounted tales of your relationship.
Katsuki stared at you for a solid 5 seconds. You stared at him back until his face hardened and he turned himself away. You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Is something the matter hun?” You pried carefully. Damnit, you even knew the right nicknames to make him feel all weak inside.
“Just… why the hell would you go out with someone like me, hah? I’m loud, I’m obnoxious, I can be pretty freakin’ mean, so why? Why would you ever let me have a home with you?! Why would you ever let me grow a family with you?!? Why do you seem so happy, even though there’s a chance I may never come back?!?” He was borderline yelling at the end of his lament, tears threatening to plop onto the pages of the photo album.
You hugged Katsuki tightly, fingers playing with the baby hairs on the nape of his neck, all soft and gentle.
“Katsuki… I have no idea how far you’re into the relationship with younger me, but I’m going to let you in on a secret. I had a crush on you since our first day. I thought you were so strong and handsome, although you had some angst problems. Even after that, I always admired you from afar.
It hasn’t always been easy with you, as I’m sure you’re aware of. You can be loud and mean, and that has caused some rifts in our relationship, but,” you lifted his head up and cleared some tears.
“You’re also dedicated. You found ways to make up for your mistakes, and I always forgave you for them. I wanted a family with you because I love you, er, older Katsuki. We’re so blessed to have the quadruplets, even if they’re little pains sometimes. And yeah, there isn’t a day that goes by when I’m not panicked beyond all belief when you’re at work, but I wouldn’t stop you because it’s your dream.”
Katsuki looked at you. Your eyes held nothing but sincerity as he smoothed his breathing.
“Now come on, let’s go make some spicy noodles. My husband will be back soon.”
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Katsuki helped you diligently in the kitchen, chopping vegetables with renewed vigour. Older Katsuki trudged through the door with a loud grunt, you immediately dropping the pan on the hob to give him a welcome home hug.
“Welcome back baby, how was work? It was nice that Kiri offered to cover your shift,” you rambled happily into his neck. Katsuki let out a barking laugh at your clinginess as he picked you up and kissed you, making you squeal in surprise.
Younger Katsuki stared at your display; is this how you’re going to be in the future? Allowing him to kiss your neck when he comes home from work, cooking his favourite meals, keeping your home in tact?
“Oi, quit starin at my wife you pervert,” older Katsuki barked before you slapped his chest playfully.
“Leave him be, he’s literally you, you big dumb dumb. I’ve been letting him in on some of our dates and stuff so he can seduce younger me into wanting you,” you teased. Both Katsuki’s huffed simultaneously, earning a laugh from you. You wriggled yourself out of his grip and led him to the dining room where the meal you and younger Katsuki created.
You kissed his cheek as you went to fetch him a drink, leaving both Katsuki’s by themselves.
Older Katsuki stared menacingly at his younger self before clearing his throat.
“Listen brat, we need to fuckin’ talk,” he starts, rearranging himself on the chair and nudging the other chair adjacent to him. Younger Katsuki did so with hesitation.
“I’m fuckin’ tellin’ ya now, if you do anything that wrecks what I have now, I’m gonna come back in time to kick your ass,” he growls lowly.
“I love that damned woman more than anything in this godforesaken planet, as well as my little pack of brats. I would do anything for them, and I’ll be damned if you do anything that fucks that up for me,” he glares at him. Younger Katsuki slowly put two and two together and looked pointedly at the scar on his cheek. Older Katsuki knew where he was looking immediately.
“I, we, got this scar during a villain attack. (Y/N) took the brats to the park after a stupid fucking fight we had, and a villain attacked them out of nowhere. Luckily, I was patrolling there and stopped them from hurting them, so I took the blow in her place. I would do it a million times over for her,” his voice audibly softens whilst talking about you, eyes downcast to the large scar on his cheek.
He touches it almost fondly, as if he was proud of the scare. Knowing Katsuki, he probably was. He looked back up at younger Katsuki, who had a contemplating look.
“So…. Please. Don’t hurt her younger self in any way. I wouldn’t be able to survive without her. If you argue, hold your tongue even if you’re right. Treasure her. Make her feel like she’s the most incredible woman in the damned world, cos she fuckin is,” he finished with a doleful look in his eyes.
“…okay. I’ll, I’ll try,” younger Katsuki promised. Older Katsuki nodded and cleared his throat as you walked into the room. You presented the bottle of beer with a happy grin and a kiss on the cheek and a ruffle of the hair for younger Katsuki.
Fuck, he was smitten.
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“Daddies, watch me!” Aika grunted loudly as she successfully tiptoed from one end of the couch to another. Older Katsuki clapped and whooped in adoration whilst younger Katsuki looked on in pride.
“That’s my little ballerina! You’re gonna be the most graceful dancer ever, pumpkin!” Older Katsuki cheered, sweeping her up on his shoulder and making her squeal.
Kokoro looked on in jealousy with a pout on her face before a brilliant idea struck her. She toddled back to the couch and attempted the exact same feat as her sister, except on the back of the couch.
Keiko sat below her and watched her with a fearful expression.
“Papas, watch me! I can do it better than Aik-AAAAA!” She shrieked as she went to fall on the cushions of the couch, and subsequently Keiko. Keiko let out a scared cry as younger Katsuki swooped in to save him, carrying him in his left arm and catching Kokoro diligently in his right.
Keiko sobbed loudly into Katsuki’s broad shoulder, clinging to him with impressive strength. He nestled in as close as he could, passing Kokoro to his older self as he tried shushing Keiko.
“There there brat, you’re okay. Shhh, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” he murmured softly into his ear. He tried rocking him softly in his arms the same way you did and he was slowly left with a hiccuping, sleepy toddler.
“Damnit Kokoro, this is why I tell you to be careful! Every time you try to show Aika up, you end up hurting someone and yourself. Are you hurt, Keiko?” Older Katsuki asked Keiko. Keiko shook his little head into younger Katsuki’s neck.
Kokoro started tearing up at older Katsuki’s tone and looked down in shame. He visibly softened at his daughter’s tears and wiped them away with his fingers.
“Just be more careful, okay pumpkin?” He said firmly. Kokoro nodded and offered Keiko an apology.
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The next time Katsuki woke up, it was in a hospital bed. Specifically, Recovery Girl’s clinic. The light filtered through the blinds, hitting Katsuki in the face and making him stir.
IV wires and tubes fed into him and made it hell to try to sit up, before he saw a sleeping figure near his knees.
It was younger you.
He nudged you with his knee in order to wake you up. You looked dreadful; massive eye bags, lips nibbled red raw, sniffly pink nose like you hadn’t stopped crying.
“Oh my god, you’re awake! I’ll go get Recovery Girl!” As you moved to get her, Katsuki grabbed your hand.
“W-what…,” his voice felt strange, like it wasn’t his.
“What the damned hell happened?” He croaked out.
Your face saddens as you looked away.
“You seemed really upset after our last training session, so I went after you to find you. You had collapsed just outside of the Height’s Alliance building and you wouldn’t wake up whatsoever,” your voice cracks. Katsuki let out an “oh”.
You gained your composure before looking at Katsuki again.
“So, how do you feel? Is anything hurt? What happened?” You interrogated him. Katsuki rolled his eyes at your pestering before a sly grin crossed his face.
“Why, were ya worried about me?” He teased and watched as your face turned a bright pink. You flapped your hands around in a panic.
“It’s just because you’re my classmate is all! You wouldn’t wake up, and I didn’t want you to stay like this for ages!” You rambled in a worried state. Katsuki let out a gruff laugh before wincing at his voice.
Well, better shoot my shot, he thought.
“Well, I’ll tell ya what. Go out with me this Saturday and I’ll tell ya everything,” he promised.
The pink in your face told him everything that he needed to know.
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bakugou watches the news while washing the dishes.
muted, because he wouldn't be able to hear the weatherman over the faucet, anyway, and his brow is furrowed in concentration — at both his hands and the forecast for next week. behind him on the stove the kettle warms and you eye it lazily, jumping back and forth from it to the way bakugou's muscles shift beneath his shirt as he scrubs.
sometimes it amazes you, the strength he's built within his body — the broad span of his shoulders as he rolls them, sleeves almost too tight for his biceps, and the rest of the material hangs loose on his body, swaying off his tiny waist as he swaps weight from one foot to the other — but you know it hasn't come easy; even now, from where you're sitting, the heavy, pink scarring on his cheek is visible when he tips his head down.
you stand quietly, shuffling across the tile of the kitchen until you're close enough to wrap your arms around him. bakugou says nothing as you press your cheek into his back, only peeking over his shoulder when you press a gentle kiss into his soft cotton tee.
"thank you for spoiling me," you murmur, nuzzling further into him when you receive only a grunt, one you feel more than hear. "the food was really good, sweetie-pea."
the silly name makes him snort and he shakes his head when you hum, amused. dinner has made you full and tired and you lean a little further into him than you maybe should, though if he minds at all, he doesn't show it. instead he just sighs, breath stuttering when you slip your hands under the loose material to gently run over his stomach. just like you, he's soft, a tummy full of food, but it's not long before his abdomen is contracting, muscles suddenly tight under your touch.
you laugh quietly into his shoulder, holding back the urge to bite him. "are you flexing, tough guy?"
"shuddup," he grumbles, shifting his weight once more. "...bein' fuckin' touchy."
at that you inch closer, now purposely much too in his space — and yet he still doesn't push you away. around his shoulder, you watch him run a soapless plate under the water for almost two minutes before his focus returns and he moves on, and then you do bite him, because you can't help it.
bakugou hisses and jerks away when your teeth sink into his bicep, flushed face made more obvious as he turns to glare down at you. before he can get a word in, you kiss him in the center of his chest, over the scars of his heart, and offer him a sweet smile.
"love you,"
his eyes dart away on instinct, embarrassed, but he's been working on his vulnerability; his lips twist once before he's pressing them into your hairline, leaning back against you in return as the kettle starts to squeal.
"drink your tea, woman," he grunts, nuzzling into you the tiniest bit before letting you free. "love you, too."
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I AM THINKING SO MANY THOUGHTS RN WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD MAKE YOU COCKWARM THEM WHILE YOU STUDY/DO HOMEWORK
He says it helps you focus, but you have your doubts.
It stimulates your brain, he says, and yet the only thing you can focus on is the way his fingertips dig into your sides, pressing against your soft skin just a bit too tightly. He’s holding you in place, but there’s something about the way he’s touching you that makes you think he’s trying to keep you from moving less because you want to, and more because he needs you to stay.
And with the way his breath hitches ever so slightly as you shift in his lap, you’re starting to think you’re right.
His breath is hot against your neck, words airily whispered and growled against your skin as you stare down at the papers sprawled across the desk before you. The black ink is hard to read, but then again everything is hard when he’s got you practically impaled on him, his girth stretching you out and making you squirm.
It’s all so unbearably warm – the swirling in your lower stomach, his breath, the way warm precum slowly oozes out of him and into you with each accidental clench around him. (The latter is accompanied by a small groan as well as the tiniest, oh so jerky buck of his hips upwards, trying to get deeper inside you, to fill you up more and more.)
He says it helps you to get your work done when he’s got you warming his cock, because it serves as motivation to work faster, harder, more efficiently – ironically, it seems to be doing just the opposite. Every thought is taken up by him him him, with the way he’s clutching onto you, his thighs occasionally twitching, his Adam’s Apple bobbing against your head as he shakily swallows.
C’mon, he tells you, his voice seemingly calm, though you can hear the slightest undertone of something hidden in his words. You know this – Professor went over it last week.
You gulp, willing yourself to ignore the way his hand slowly wanders upwards, fingers trailing over the sensitive skin of your sides.
I don’t remember… You mutter, biting your lip as his hand slows to a stop, right underneath your breast.
It’s silent for a moment, before he sighs softly, resting his forehead against the back of your head. Think hard – how much energy is used in this bond…
He’s talking, you know, but you can’t focus – not with the way he shifts you in his lap, trying to get a better view of the paper. You yelp slightly, the sudden bout of pleasure not going unnoticed by him.
His cock twitches inside you.
Now, we calculate��� He whispers, and suddenly his hand is moving again, sliding up up up, over your breast and squeezing, your lower lip sitting between your teeth. A slender finger moves to lightly toy at your nipple through the thin material of your tshirt. He audibly gulps behind you.
Just like that, that’s it. He encourages, watching as you drag the pencil across the paper, your movements sluggish and weak. It makes him feel good, watching the way you struggle – all because of him.
Almost done, finish baby. Please, please finish. He tells you, and you’re finally able to put your finger on the underlying tone in his voice – desperation.
You can’t help the way your pussy clamps down, making his hips snap upwards, a small shudder racking his body. You can feel the muscles underneath the tshirt he wears tense, moving his body to press flush against your back. Fuck. He grips your tit particularly hard, harshly hissing between his teeth at the pressure of your velvety walls around him.
The air in the room is thick with desire, his fingers impatiently pressing at you, his thighs flexing with the strain of controlling himself. It’d be so, so easy to pin you down to the desk – your pants are already off, your pretty hole sucking him in like you need him, and with how wet you are around him, he’s sure you want this just as badly as he does.
He licks his lips, watching as you scribble the last few numbers – 3, 2, 1…
You finish with a sigh, letting the pencil clatter to the ground, and suddenly your whole world is turning upside down as he groans and grasps your waist once more, spinning you around so that you’re facing him, a leg on either side of his body. You steady yourself with two hands on his chest but it’s too late – he’s bouncing you up and down before you have a chance to even breathe.
F-fuck baby, so smart! He moans, his head lolling back slightly, eyes shut tightly. His lips part, uneven breaths spilling past them as he moves you up and down, faster and faster and faster, his own hips driving upwards to meet you.
He’s fucking you so deep, his tip rubbing right against the spot that has you seeing stars. You can’t even try to hold back the whines that bubble in your throat, but he doesn’t care. He wants to hear you, and as encouragement, a hand moves down to slap at your ass.
‘m so – so damn proud, my smart baby, fuck fuck fuck – He’s blabbering, incoherent as he struggles to hold off his orgasm. The pleasure is mounting and mounting, but he’ll be damned if he comes before you. You were so good, working so hard and diligently, and you kept him all nice and warm and wet and fuck how are you still so goddamn tight –
He’s gripping you even tighter than before, your poor tits bouncing in every direction as he uses you like his personal sex toy. It’s carnal, the way his hips snap into yours, balls clapping against your ass over and over. He lets out a particularly loud gasp, head falling forward and letting his teeth lightly sink into your shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut as his abs contract and tighten and ache –
Come for me come for me come for me, he begs, his voice thin and uneven, the desperation clouding his every thought. Fingers clumsily find their way to your clit, rubbing in circles that make you gasp and shudder.
Soon it’s all too much, your orgasm hitting and fuck, the way your walls flutter and massage his length makes him lose his fucking mind, the pleasure so intense. He’s nearly sobbing as he cries out your name, clutching you against his chest and moving to wrap his arms around you. He’s fully fucking into you now, his hips snapping up into yours hard enough to leave you physically bouncing, and the choked, gasping sounds falling past his lips as he comes leave your head spinning.
There’s just so much of it – runny and off-white, spilling down around his cock and running down your thighs, dripping down onto his balls and he shudders and heaves, still fucking up into you like you’re some kind of personal drug. It’s euphoric; he doesn’t want the moment to end, feeling you in his arms, clinging onto him and murmuring his name. It’s perfection, but all too soon your wet, spongy walls are too much for him, the oversensitivity leaving his brain scrambled.
He slows to a stop, chest heaving as he keeps you tucked against his chest, sweat formed at his temples as he murmurs your name. Over and over, like it’s some sort of prayer – and to him, maybe it is.
Your homework, complete and neatly filled out, lays forgotten as he hugs you tighter, burying his face into your neck. Declarations of love slip past his lips, slurred and so grandiose it almost scares you. You’re just classmates, both attending the same university – nothing close to actual lovers, and certainly not in love. He’s just a classmate who offered to help tutor you. And yet, as he slowly, oh so fucking slowly, pulls out of you some twenty minutes later, you can’t find it in yourself to care.
He does help you keep up your grades in the class, and you really can’t fail this chemistry class, can you? It’s worth it to sit through the sappy, somewhat deranged confessions of how he wants to keep you with him forever and ever.
After all, he’s not serious, right?
Kei Tsukishima, Satori Tendou, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Morisuke Yaku, Takahiro Hanamaki, Aran Ojiro
(Honorary mention to those who have you cockwarm them so they can focus – you’re sat in their lap, with your head resting in the crook of his neck. One hand sits comfortably on your ass, the other scribbling across the paper or highlighting the textbook. His lips are wet from licking them, his heart rate so damn high as he tries to ignore the way your pretty body feels against his, your pussy all warm and wet and snug against the sensitive skin of his cock. He twitches, shudders, his whole body desperate to just move, to fuck that pretty cunt of yours that all spread out on him.
It's an accountability thing, more than anything – with each problem he finishes, he allows himself three good, solid thrusts into you. It’s a slow, methodical fucking, one that makes him all the more needy for you. He likes the delayed gratification of it all – the way he has to physically pause and count to ten before he starts his work again, trying to focus on literally anything but the way you sound moaning his name, how your nails feel against his back, how your thighs clench around his abdomen. He tries to focus on anything but the way he wants to stuff you so full of his cock that you’re crying, blabbering and dependent on him to even think.
And once he finishes his work? Oh – it’s over for you, and your poor, perfect little cunt.
He’ll destroy you.
Tetsurou Kuroo, Ryunosuke Tanaka, Tsutomu Goshiki, Yuji Terushima, Atsumu Miya)
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