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☆༉ — KATSUKI BAKUGOU. the art of aftercare, love and food.
about. to katsuki bakugou, aftercare is just as important as making you feel good. and nothing beats aftercare more than a home cooked meal, made with love.
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw? characters in their 20s, suggestive, fluff, aftercare sessions, bakugou cooks for reader, established relationship, mentions of sex, afab!reader, pro hero!bakugou. i haven’t written him in 4ever go easy on me </3!! wc: 400+
no matter how fucked out or pussy drunk he is, katsuki always makes you a meal after sex.
bakugou’s first instinct is to get you water, kiss your head and tell you what a good little thing you’ve been for him. his baby always takes him so well. his baby deserves a treat.
once you’ve calmed down enough, and he’s cleaned you up, he carries you to the kitchen with his infamous skull shirt draped over your twitching frame. he likes the way you sling your arms lazily over his broad shoulders and the way you nuzzle into his neck too — as if you can’t get enough of him or need the blonde for comfort.
he’s careful when he sets you down on the counter — grabbing you a water bottle from the fridge and holding the cool plastic rim against your cherry bruised lips. “drink,” he says, though it’s more like a caring command. “need to keep you hydrated.”
katsuki keeps his touch gentle when he uses two fingers to tilt your head up, making sure you swallow down enough water to make him satisfied. he’ll praise you, call you his good little baby and ask if he can leave you alone for a second to get your dinner started.
silence with katsuki is always comfortable, never awkward or weird after being so intimate and open with one another. the slight clang of ceramic cooking ware against one another fills your kitchen along with the scuff of his house slippers against your laminated floors. every so often, a kiss is delivered to your forehead, nose or cheeks as the blonde reaches up to grab spices from the cabinet above your head.
he lets you know that he’s still there, in small little ways.
bakugou knows not to spend too long on a meal after ravaging you. you’re always impatient and the food smells a little too good, making your tummy rumble and an adorable pout form on your lips. “such a brat, huh? even now,” he coos, flicking your nose as he slips between your legs. “taste this f’me. wanna know if you think it’s ready.”
like a baby, he scoops a spoonful of broth or soup or stew or whatever you fancy that night, into your awaiting mouth — watching for that spark in your eyes or a brightened expression spreading across your face.
“good?”
“great.”
he shares you out a portion, spending a good amount time feeding you before he has some of his own.
because katsuki bakugou’s love language is cooking — putting the perfect amount of time into creating the perfect meal is how he shows that he cares for you. and as you scarf down every bite, you know that each one was made with katsuki’s love for you.
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Just thinking about Bakugou falling to the floor, laughing –silently, shoulders shaking– as you try to ease your son's sadness over his own dad crying in laugh at an awful drawing the kid did of you. Artistic, you called it, which made Bakugou loose it completely.
"It's ugly," your five year old son says, pouting and looking deflected.
"Oh, no, honey... it's b-beautiful!" You're trying so fucking hard not to laugh too.
At least you have the decency to hide it, trying to be as kind and gentle with your son as possible. Contrary to your husband, Bakugou Katsuki, who is almost laying on the floor, not hiding his laughs at all. The bitch.
Your son sighs in sadness. "It's good, honey, I promise. You just... You just have to keep it up, okay? If this is what you like, do it. Keep drawing and practicing until you feel good, alright?"
"But daddy is laughing..."
That makes your husband laugh louder and harder, now completely laying on the floor.
"DADDY DOESN'T KNOW ANYTHING, ANYWAY. DON'T LISTEN TO HIM!" You yell over the strenuous laugh of Katsuki, before throwing one of the pillows of the couch at him, successfully hitting him on the face.
"Do you like it, mommy?" Your son's pretty wet puppy eyes makes you melt.
"Of course I do. I'm going to put it over the fridge door, like I do with all your drawings, baby," you promise as you hug your son. He hides his face on your neck as his little arms hug you back tightly around your neck.
Your eyes found Katsuki's, who is still on the floor, crying. His eyes then find again the drawing that it's forgotten on the floor and he begins laughing again.
You are so gonna kick his ass.
But you have to admit... the drawing is funny.
#just some fluffy family stuff lol#my dad is like this too lol#its tough love ya know🤣🤣✌🏼😆#mha fanfiction#bnha fanfiction#mha bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#bnha bakugou katsuki#bnha fluff#mha fluff#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou drabble#bakugou fluff#bakugou imagines
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if you’re unwell and have locked yourself in the bathroom, katsuki will NOT hesitate to breakdown the door. not in a scary kinda way but in the kinda way where you’ve called out to him because you need him but you can’t get to the door because you’re stuck with your head in the toilet. he knocks once softly, then again with a lil more force and then the third he’s asking if you’re anywhere near the door and when you answer with a weak “no” you hear a loud crash and suddenly your bathroom door is lying on your tiled floor, and Katsuki has your hair pulled back in his hands.
“did you just breakdown my door?” you ask quietly, wiping the back of your mouth with your hand, attention shifting to the broken piece of wood.
“you needed me.” is his only reply as you turn back to the bowl and spill your guts once again.
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endearment
synopsis. first, second, and third instances; it's official, there's something going on with bakugou and you're determined to find out.
cw. fem!reader, pro hero!katsuki, aged-up (26 yrs old), established relationship, a lot of cursing
word count. 1.9k words
The first time it happens, you don’t think too much about it.
“Bakugou,” you call out from where you’re snuggled on his corduroy sofa. “Can you pass me some tissue?”
From the bathroom, you could hear a faint ‘tch’.
The sound of house slippers colliding with the tiled floor grows louder and louder until he finally emerges with a roll in his hand, which he promptly tosses to you.
You catch it—barely—and grin when you feel the thickness of the 3-ply roll, no doubt a staple in Bakugou Katsuki’s pristine apartment unit.
Go figure.
He’s circling the coffee table and plopping down next to you when your phone rings.
Confused, you pick up your phone to see a picture of you and Kirishima from your last get-together—his caller ID. Curious, Bakugou peers over your shoulder, frowning upon seeing his other best friend’s name.
“Isn’t he on patrol right now with Midoriya?” you ask.
Bakugou shrugs. “Answer it.”
Humming an okay, you click the accept button.
“Hey, Y/N! Is Bakubro with you right now?
You eye Bakugou, who’s pretending to be disinterested and not at all eavesdropping. “Yeah. What’s up?”
Kirishima laughs, “Can you tell him to check our group chat? Limited edition All Might merch just dropped.”
At that, you chuckle. “Got this Ei. He’s actually just beside me right now. I’ll make sure to tell him. And tell Izuku I said hi.”
You can practically hear the smile on his face when he says: “Thanks, bro! You’re the best.”
With that, you press the end call button and turn slightly to regard Bakugou, who’s now staring at his hands on his knees, what looks like a scowl etched on his face.
You poke at his side, trying to be playful.
“Aren’t you curious about what he had to say?”
He shakes his head before standing up and heading—again—to the bathroom.
Huh.
The second time it happens, it leaves you and your friends bewildered.
“And so that’s how yesterday’s patrol ended up with me getting a special interview with TBS,” Mina says proudly.
You chuckle, amused. “That’s amazing, Mina.”
From where she’s seated beside you in the booth of your favorite bar, she grins. “Yeah, well I try!”
Kirishima, who’s sitting opposite the both of you, chimes in. “You have to tell Bakubro that story.”
“Where is he, anyway?” Mina asks.
You squint, looking through the glass windows of the bar. “I think he’s still searching for a parking space.”
At that, Mina cocks her head to the side in confusion. “But it’s been a while since you guys arrived?”
“Yeah…”
You pick up your phone, thumbing through the contacts until you arrive at the one marked with the red asterisk.
Emergency contact.
You’re in the middle of quickly typing out a where r u when Mina, the ever meddling Mina, peers over your shoulder unbeknownst to you.
“You named his contact…Bakugou?”
Attention divided between texting and talking with your friends, you retort lamely with: “Why? What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing,” Kirishima pipes up. “It’s just that couples usually save each other’s contacts as sweet pet names.”
Mina nods in agreement. “For example, I have Ei saved as baby, with a red heart.”
Before you can even defend yourself, let alone playfully gag at the nickname Mina has given Kirishima, Bakugou appears at your table, sitting down at the booth next to Kirishima and in front of you, uncharacteristically quiet.
When you lock eyes, you raise your eyebrows ever so slightly— denoting a question: everything okay?—but he doesn’t sustain eye contact.
Instead, he stands up again quite abruptly.
“Restroom,” he explains curtly, stuffing his hands in his pockets before walking away, leaving the three of you speechless.
The third time it happens, it happens in his childhood home.
You didn’t expect to meet his parents this early on in the relationship; you haven’t even been together for a year. Yet Bakugou was determined to introduce you to them, said something about his sharp intuition telling him something or whatever.
Which is how you now find yourself in the living room of the place where he grew up, poring over photo albums like how dehydrated animals in hot climates pore over water.
With his mother, of all people.
“And this is him when his quirk first manifested,” Mitsuki explains, speeding through the pages of the album whilst grinning. You can’t help but grin back.
She points to a rather old photograph on the last page. “And this one is him playing baseball in 8th grade.”
Intrigued, you move closer to see the picture, smiling when you spot him, crimson eyes and ash blonde locks sticking out like a rose amidst the thorny bushes—impossible to miss.
Wanting to fill the air, you offer: “Bakugou was a very cute kid, Mitsuki-san.”
In a flash, she looks up at you, a puzzled look decorating her beautiful features, instead of the look of gratitude you were aiming for.
When you look back at her with confused eyes yourself, she asks, “You still call each other by your last name?”
“Oh—I—uh…”
You eye Bakugou who’s in the kitchen, chopping fresh vegetables for the salad, as per his mother’s instructions.
You convince yourself that he’s got to be out of earshot.
Stumbling over your words again, you scramble for purchase. “Well—”
To your relief, Mitsuki only laughs good-naturedly in response, cutting you off.
“Don’t worry, Y/N. I know my Katsuki can be a bit intimidating sometimes, but inside he’s a real softie who appreciates the little things.”
You could simply nod in response.
From the kitchen, Bakugou announces: “I’m going to the restroom. Start eating without me.”
A fourth time does not end up happening.
Instead, you find yourself riding the elevator to the rooftop of Bakugou’s apartment complex, where he’s already waiting for you.
‘I’ll just go ahead’ is what he said after both of you finished cleaning the dishes from dinner. ‘Make sure to catch up’.
Before you know it, the elevator doors slide open and you step out, suddenly becoming acutely aware of the heavy feeling now sitting in your stomach.
Will you finally figure out why Bakugou’s been acting a bit off lately?
You immediately spot him, back turned against you, and arms folded across his chest, resting on top of the railing.
Slowly, you walk towards him, ultimately situating yourself to his right.
A tense—albeit not uncomfortable—silence falls upon you.
Neither of you says anything until you pipe up with: “Is there bad news?”
At that, he finally turns his head to look at you. “Hah?”
You school your expression into a pensive one. “Are you breaking up with me?”
“What?” he exclaims, his entire body now facing you in a frantic hurry. “No!”
You chuckle. “Then what’s with the bad news face?”
“Bad news face?”
Nodding, you continue. “The face you make when you hear or are about to deliver bad news. It’s the more solemn iteration of your scowl.”
“What—” he scoffs, although he sounds pleased, “—You’ve fucken memorized my expressions?”
You shrug sheepishly.
When he doesn’t say anything in return, you prod further. “How bad is it?”
He huffs, breaking eye contact. “No bad news. Just—it’s…shit, never mind.”
“It’s just me,” you remind him. “It’s okay.”
With your reassurance, you can see his body relaxing a little bit, though he still refuses to say anything.
A few more seconds of tense silence pass before Bakugou finally looks you straight in the eye.
“Why the fuck do you call me Bakugou?
You stare at him. “...because it’s your name?”
Whatever he wanted to hear from you, it sure wasn’t that.
He scoffs. “Yeah? Well, why do you call shitty hair Ei or shitty deku Izuku? Have I failed some fucking test to qualify for first name privileges?”
“What are you talking about?”
This is what made him act weirdly the past week?
“Don’t make me say it again, woman,” he spits, although there’s not much venom coating his words.
“God,” he combs through his hair in frustration, “this is fucking humiliating.”
“I call you Bakugou because that’s what I called you back when we were just friends,” you try to reason. “Also, I…I didn’t want to start calling you Katsuki out of nowhere.
“I didn’t know you wanted me to,” you finish, voice small.
“Who said I wanted you to call me that?”
You shoot him a knowing look.
You stare at each other for a few more seconds before he groans in defeat, turning to face the city skyline instead of you. You follow suit, opting to look up at the stars that seem to be twinkling extra tonight.
Moments pass with neither of you saying anything.
You gently bump his shoulder with yours.
“For what it’s worth,” you start, “I don’t think there’s anything to be embarrassed about.”
He only grunts in response. You press on.
“The fact that you just told me all this…I don’t know. It makes me happy. It’s sort of like saying you care enough about our relationship to communicate even the most ‘humiliating’—your words not mine—of concerns.
“Of course I fucking do, dumbass,” he retorts. “Wouldn’t have confessed to you if I was just gonna chicken out at some point like a loser.”
You smile at him and his words, and you hope your adoration translates to your face, because the thing with Bakugou is that sometimes you have to deliver the message without having to utter the words—all to preserve the moment before it’s adulterated by shame.
“Right,” you look at him, “why don’t you call me by my first name?”
“Figured I haven’t earned it yet,” he says bluntly.
Amused, you push forward. “And how were you planning to earn it?”
He shoots you a glare. “By being the best fucking boyfriend, that’s how.”
At that, you cannot help the delighted laughter that erupts from you.
He side-eyes you, annoyed, though a smile manages to crack through the facade.
“Stop laughing at me.”
And when you don’t: “Hey.”
“Sorry, sorry,” you exclaim, trying to catch your breath. “I’m just happy.”
He studies you for a beat, eyes fluttering across your face as if he’s searching for something. You feel yourself grow warmer under his piercing gaze.
There’s a pregnant pause before he finally says: “Call me Katsuki.”
You grin, “Okay, Katsuki.”
At your mention of his name, the scowl plastered on his face eases a little into a neutral—borderline happy—expression.
“And I’ll call you by your first name…” he declares, “if you’re fine with it or if not, just forget I said that.”
You take his hand and squeeze it before he can ramble some more.
“Sounds good to me, Katsuki.”
bonus:
“I swear,” you argue while putting on your shoes, “I can ride the subway, Katsuki.”
“At this hour?” he snorts.
“Best fucking boyfriend, remember?” he sneers as he obtains his car keys by the doorway. “Just let me do this for you.”
You relent, knowing better than to fight with Katsuki on the matter of your safety, when suddenly a brilliant idea dawns on you.
Straightening up, you say: “I don’t think I saw you drinking water after dinner, Katsuki.”
“What?”
“Go hydrate yourself,” you command.
At that, he grumbles but submits to you anyway, walking back to his tidy kitchen.
Once you see that he’s in the middle of chugging down a bottle, you call: “Katsuki?”
He grunts—the best he can do while downing a bottle of water—in response.
“Can I call you babe?”
Bakugou chokes on his spit.
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(gender neutral reader, reader went to middle school with bakugou and midoriya, reader can make chocolate, and reader bent their back for the making of said chocolate, not that much beta read /derogatory, i got carried away 😭)
bakugou katsuki is a feared, but admired guy— especially during valentines day.
it’s interesting.. when he was a younger boy— he’d take gifts from admirers (usually girl classmates or other kids that frequent the park he goes to) with widened eyes and a scoff, snatching the gift away from them with quick hands, and mumbling how valentines day is stupid— that it’s lame and he doesn’t understand it.
but refusing gifts are rude, he’d remember his mom say, after he refused to accept something his dad made for him— and back then, he’d listen to his mom like his life depended on it. so, for a year or two— he’d take gifts.
but as the blond boy manifested a quirk and became just a bit older— he started ignoring her words altogether, having had grown out of the “listening to mom all the time is cool” phase.
his features started defining themselves, and he was starting to become taller. before he knew it— he had a sudden wave of admirers crashing down at him almost everyday of the year.
and it almost excluding valentines day.
because he’d sneer at anyone willing to offer their affection in the form of sweetened confectionary, and resorted to blowing up love letters into smithereens.
if his personality wasn’t obvious enough, this was precisely the reason why his admire-from-afar to get-personal ratio was obviously imbalanced.
of course, no one really learns— even as he grows older, enters UA for highschool, and retains his personality even after some realizations, because bakugou katsuki is quite beautiful.
so there’s at least a handful of admirers that are willing to risk it all— even if it meant some form of humilation or intimidation.
but not you.
you’ve prepared a little something for everyone in your class— yes, even the forbidden grape haired classmate and him. your hands practically hurt from stirring, and you feel like if you’d even bend up slightly, you’d hear multiple cracks amass from your back.
but you think it’s all worth it. your work tastes good, looks good and cute, and you’re certain everyone would enjoy how their chocolates varied in flavor, even if the change was just slightly noticeable.
you hand out chocolates to each respective person as soon as they pop into the common room.
the girls of your class perk up in interest and clamor around you— smiles adorning their faces as they line up to receive their chocolates.
mina, kyouka and hagakure compare their flavors together, momo asks you how you did it, because she’s “bad at cooking”
ochako’s already munching on the sweets, when he starts thanking you. finally, tsuyu just looks at you silently, and gives you a warm side hug.
midoriya goes beet red when he realizes that you personally gave everyone a slightly different flavor (you don’t know how he blushed over that, but you find it endearing.) todoroki, tokoyami, shoji, sato, koda, and ojiro look a little confused and dazed at first when you give them your chocolates, but they end up accepting it with gratitude.
kirishima, iida, kaminari, sero, aoyama and mineta accept your chocolates rather quickly, wasting no time in giving their thanks (excluding mineta— who just teased you about liking him, which was and will never be the case)
but through it all, you managed to avoid eye contact with your snarky blond childhood friend and classmate— who was silently trailing you with crimson eyes the entire time.
for a moment you think he’s mad at you for not giving anything, which you’d understand— if it weren’t for the fact that he is valentines day’s #1 public enemy. but you exchange this thought for something else.
he must think that you’re strange for making the class chocolate, and you wouldn’t blame him. usually, it’d be sato making stuff like this. not to mention, you heard him remark rather loudly about the kitchen smelling strongly of chocolate, in his usual bakugou tone.
you made the right choice not to give him the chocolates you made, you think to yourself. not to mention, how amidst it all, you might’ve showed a slight bias to his chocolate’s design— and revealing your crush on him on today of all days is less than ideal.
and you think nothing of his behavior—
“s’ i’ve got nothing, huh?”
he jumpscares you when you close your locker, and he lets out a snort when your shoulders rise in reflection of your surprise.
your gaze trails to his locker, which cannot close due to a lump of chocolate and letters preventing it from properly doing so. “you’ve got plenty, though. i don’t want to give you diabetes or anything.”
(which was half true because wow the amount of chcolate—)
“you gave all of them chocolate. why’da do that?”
“because.. it’s valentines day..?” you start walking away from your locker— and to which he follows all the way. you try not to think much of the action
“but what makes you think that i shouldn’t get any.”
normally, one would state that as a question, but the way he said it, the tone of his voice— it wasn’t said like one.
“i know you, kachaan,” you reason while making use of his childhood nickname, which gains an eye twitch from the blond. “if i was told to count how many letters you’ve burned and chocolates you either gave away or thrown out, i wouldn’t have enough fingers on my hands.”
“‘cause all of them were fuckin’ store bought?”
“and what if they weren’t?”
“then they were horrendous.” he states, matter of a fact. then, his eyes narrow, “and it’s not like you’re giving me a damned letter.”
you feel your cheeks heat up. that’s not the case— but the idea of writing him a love letter has your mind going into haywire.
“it’s not. but you’ve never showed interest in this sorta thing in a long time.”
“what— eating chocolates?”
“pretty much.”
he blinks, unamused. “you can be such a dumbass sometimes. can’t take the fucking hint.”
you’re pretty sure he meant to say that quietly, but he didn’t. you’re unphased at this point.
but you don’t get what he means, so you try to defend yourself. “but—” your words come to a sudden halt, as you realize the uselessness.
“wait, why am i trying to reason with you?— look, i actually did make something for you too. if i didn’t then that’d be such an asshole move of me to exclude you.”
“really. you’re not bullshittin’ me?”
“no.” you reply, firmly. “but you have to promise not to laugh. you can insult me, but laugh? no way.”
he raises an eyebrow.
then, you shift onto one leg and start looking for something in one of the front pockets of your bag. the search doesn’t take long, because you pull something out— medium sized chocolate in clear wrapping, with an orange bow tying it together.
it’s clearly slightly bigger than the rest of your classmates, and you hope he doesn’t notice.
he silently unwraps the chocolate, and gets eye to eye with your creation. it’s three pieces of chocolate shaped as explosions— the middle explosion being bigger than the other two. anyone who sniffed it could smell orange first, as the middle (biggest) piece has a swirl of orange and milk chocolate, the left piece is simply milk chocolate, and the right piece is white chocolate.
he takes the middle one and bites half of it, and chews. you observe, like he’s a top chef reviewing your latest work, and when he finishes, he says—
“not bad,” he remarks, flashing that heart racing smile. “wanna taste?”
you gulp, stupefied by his offer. words don’t have real meanings for a second. “huh?”
then, he’s reaching up and popping the other half into your mouth, thumb pressing against your lips.
you almost choke— and it wasn’t from the chocolate. you bite, taste the flavor, the mouth watering taste of orange and chocolate swarming your mouth.
to twist the knife into the wound— he cups your face and presses a deep, but quick kiss against your lips. his soft lips linger onto yours, and this intensifies what you can already taste.
and then, as quick as he kissed you, he pulls back— gaze still lingering on your lips.
a toothy grin starts to grow on his lips, and he pats your shoulder— beginning to create distance between you two by walking ahead.
“next time, give me the chocolates first, will ya? tastes fuckin’ good.”
you have a feeling he isn’t talking about the chocolate.
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katsuki’s biggest pet peeves … are your naps
yes, you should be going to bed earlier and yes, he’s glad you’re getting rest!!
but you just DISAPPEAR!!
katsuki: so i told him to study his own notes!!!!!
katsuki: making dinner rn
katsuki: babe?
katsuki: i swear to god.
katsuki: u better b fucking lying rn
katsuki: DID U FALL ASLEEP
yes. yes you did, and he’s already made the trek (after his dinner, might as well eat at your place anyways) and he’s watching you all cozied up with soft breaths. you’re annoying, but you’re too cute.
he eats his broccoli and beef beside you quietly, and is engrossed in his science video on youtube (he likes watching shit explode!!) and then you’re mumbling …
“katsuki…” “hm?” “can i have some?”
and you’re wordlessly being fed broccoli beef and then falling back into the throes of slumber.
“get your own damn broccoli beef next time.”
and you’re not even awake to hear it.
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╰┈➤ ꒰🕸🍒 ┊IN THE CAR WASH | Katsuki Bakugou꒱
『♡』 18+, F!reader, handjob, blowjob, mild overstimulation, cum eating, established relationship, you put a finger in his ass
『♡』 aaah this was supposed to be a drabble in tumblr mobile but ended up being a little under 2k. Happy kinktober lmao.
-> I was listening to this
The car vibrates, music playing low in the background. Your hand under his as he rubs his thumb over your knuckles. You hum and chew your bottom lip. Cool air blasts through the AC and onto you, he makes a turn and slows down to stop for a red light.
You hit skip on a song and Katsuki frowns a little, turning his head to the side and sticking his tongue out at you. Studs in his ears glisten and his skin glows with the presence of the sunlight.The cycle has a while to go with another two sides set to turn green before yours. A thick hand squeezes your palm as the large man to your left taps his foot to the beat. His lips move slightly as he mimics the words near silently, merely hushed.
Taking in the image in front of you, you sigh. The black compression shirt highlights every muscle he has. Perked nipples press against the fabric as if they’re begging to be put on display. Your eyes trail down his body for a moment, tongue flicking out to wet pretty lips. Something thick like honey starts to settle in your veins and slowly it begins to cloud your thoughts.
You bring his hand up to your lips, kissing the back of it and setting it down near the gear shift. He doesn’t pay any mind to it, too preoccupied with watching traffic and listening to music. Nimble fingers slowly reach toward his thigh to slide over the fabric there.
Katsuki’s tapping stops. His mind halts momentarily, carmine eyes glancing down, before he taps to the rhythm again. A horn blares in the distance and the AC is no match for the way his body is beginning to heat. The faint smell of caramel seeps into your senses and sets you on fire. It makes you bold, whispers little things to you.
But Katsuki? His mind races and goes over every possibility on the planet of what you have planned. It settles on something innocent. You’re just wanting to rest your hand there, he thinks.
He is wrong.
Your fingers trail little circles over dark fabric in repetition, while moving closer to his inner thigh. The music changes and you feel the need to wet your lips again. Katsuki begins to get cotton mouth but he swallows spit down to soothe it.
Don’t blame me, love made me crazy, if it doesn’t you ain’t doing it right.
Katsuki thanks his lucky stars that the light turns green with a fuzzy mind. The bottom of his shoe presses on the pedal and the car begins to speed up. He tries not to think too much about your movements. But he his only a man, who’s slowly being put into a trance.
Lord save me, my drug is my baby. I’ll be using for the rest of my life.
He swallows again and presses a button on the steering wheel, murmuring lowly to the slowed down song. The blonde beside you seems to be unaffected in your eyes. That just won’t do. He feels your fingers move upwards toward his clothed cock that’s beginning to chub in his pants and lets out a deep sigh. It goes on like that for a while, you brush your palm over him a couple times and feign innocence. And he just keeps driving, seeming unaffected despite your best efforts.
You glance over at him, his jaw is set and eyes narrow. Tension makes the air thick like the hardening length beneath his belt. You look back at the road, then lean to the side and begin unbuckling his belt. That makes him freeze. His body feels like it’s on fire.
God knows he’s at your mercy. Forced to drive while you’re toying with him, playing him like a fucking fiddle. He doesn’t even remember where he’s supposed to be going anymore, at some point he just kept driving without thinking. He lets out a slow breath to settle himself when you unzip his pants.
“Babe.” Katsuki grits, only to hear an innocent hmm? Sound in return.
He’s going to start leaking soon, cock straining against his boxers. And your start palming lightly at it like the little minx you are. He spots a massive car wash that appears vacant out of the corner of his eye and flicks on the blinker.
Your hand’s started rubbing and palming at him through his boxers. The head of his cock smears precum on the inside of them, body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His hand shakes while turning the AC on full blast, desperate for something to cool him off. Glancing at the mirror, he merges over a few lanes and turns into the car wash.
When the car pulls in, you remove your hand and blink a little. Katsuki wordlessly grabs his wallet from the center console and shoves his card in, picking the most expensive and extensive wash he can.
“I thought we were going home..” Your brows furrow, looking around a little.
“Nope.” He pops the “p” and pulls in before putting the car in park and unbuckling his seat belt. His seat slides back a little to give him some leg room. Large sprayers begin to cover the car in foam and soap. The loud scrubbers going to work.
Katsuki tugs at the waistband of his boxers, setting his cock free. It springs up toward his tummy while slick substance dribbles from the tip of it. He gives it a little stroke as his head falls back, teeth digging into his plush bottom lip. His eyes are half lidded when he looks at you and grunts.
“Get the fuck over here and suck.” He reaches a hand under the side of his seat and leans the seat back a little more. You nod and unbuckle the seatbelt.
Your fingers wrap around him and stroke in a wringing motion. His cock twitches in your hand and he pants. Heat spreads all over both of your bodies and the car wash is so loud you can only hear eachother. His breaths come out in short pants like he’s catching it.
“Fuck, yeah, like that pretty.” His tanned jaw drops a little when your tongue lays flat against the head.
You lap at the precum like it’s your favorite thing on the earth to taste. His fingers thread through your hair, tugging at the roots and pushing your head down. Katsuki resists every urge to buck up into your mouth the best he can despite the coil tightly winding in his tummy. But you’re doing so good.
Sucking him like a champ, slurping and making a mess. Spit dribbles down toward his balls but soaks into the waistband of his boxers. And then you’re sinking down and humming, hand reaching down. He grabs at the side of the car door and braces himself. He can’t keep quiet, letting out long strings of groans and moans. The praise makes your pussy soak through your panties and you think about rubbing your clit for relief.
“God, take it. Suck my cock, yeah, yeah, shit.”
That’s all it takes to spur you on. You press a finger near his taint and watch his face scrunch. The car smells like his sweat and those stupid air refresher clips in the vents, leather seats becoming slippery from your fun. Your lips pop off him wetly and you look up to him with such pretty, doey eyes, that he almost cums then. His forearm veins peek out to play as the car door gets squeezed in a death grip. Your lips wrap around the head of his cock and you suck. Hard. Simultaneously you press the finger past the ring of muscle and up to a knuckle. Your hand strokes what you can’t fit in your mouth, trying to focus.
And just like that the band snaps. Euphoria wracks his body and he fucks up into your mouth, head thrown back as he sings expletives and spills. It seeps from your lips, despite you trying to swallow it all down, but you use a tongue to swipe it up.
“Oh god, god-” He whimpers out while riding out the high.
Katsuki feels like his entire body is strung high for a moment. His chest heaves and his fingers shake when you pull your mouth off him and give him a quick kiss.Your pussy is soaked and your clit throbs like it has a heartbeat of it own. Sweat has built at the back of his neck and his nipples stay perked. You glance at the lights in the carwash and see there’s still four other things left. Something about scent and bug shield— you don’t know, there’s suds of different colors all over the windows.
You swipe a thumb over his nipple while keeping a finger still in his ass. He whimpers at that and presses his lips into a thin line, gripping your arm so hard it might bruise if he squeezes any tighter. But you persist and stroke his cock with fever.
“I can’t, oh, god baby I can’t it’s-” Katsuki whines out and shakes. His voice goes up in pitch for a moment while desperately trying to hang on to his sanity. You tighten your fingers around him and start pressing the finger inside him upwards.
His body spasms then goes completely still. Katsuki’s entire body is tight on a string, the only thing keeping him on this god forsaken earth being your pretty hands. Heaven wraps him up in a blanket and makes his chest wrack. Carmine eyes roll back, the hand that was once gripping your forearm now dragging nails down it. Your pussy clenches around nothing and the breath is knocked out of you in awe.
Hot white ropes spill all over your hand. You quickly move the finger out of his asshole and instead use it to anchor you on the seat while you suck the cum off of his cock. It twitches in your hand and mouth with sensitivity. You’re addicted to him, is reactions, his cum— like they’re a drug.
Lust clouds your mind heavier than it possibly ever has when you look into his half lidded eyes. He’s swallowing your pretty little soul whole and making it a home, making it his. Cum dribbles off the corner of your lip and Katsuki leans forward to lick it off for you.
His breathing slows and he tosses his head back with a breathy laugh. The car begins to be rinsed and you reach into the console for emergency wipes and toss one on his softening member. He cleans up with a wince and wipes some from your neck while you focus on your hands getting clean.
“We should come here more.” Katsuki suggests wit a cheeky grin, brow raised and pants now buttoned again.
“Absolutely. For now.. Let’s get home before I make you pay for another round and eat me out.” You buckle your seatbelt and roll your eyes with a snicker.
You look at him with a fire in your eyes and puffy lips. You grab his hand and kiss his knuckles again, this time linking your fingers together before he pulls out of the car wash and heads home.
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Fluff, Bakugou x g/n reader
“This is dumb.”
“It’s not dumb. It’s math.”
“But it’s not fuckin’ math.”
“Ugh, it’s an expression.”
“How is math an expression?”
“Oh my god...it just means it adds up, grandpa.”
“Still doesn’t make any fuckin’ sense.”
“Yes, it does. Here, we’ll try another one. Todoroki.”
“IcyHot?”
“No, Fuyumi. Obviously Shoto.” Your head jostled as a pillow thudded against your face before returning to the lap it had flown from. “Hey!” The blonde was nearly pouting.
“Don’t call him that.”
“You started it. Anyways...our Todoroki.” Your eye roll was interrupted as you dodged his second attack. This time you tugged the pillow into your own lap before he could reclaim it.
“Don’t call him that either.”
“Oh my god, just answer.”
“Man written by a man.”
“Noooo.” You kept one hand gripped into the pillow while the other massaged at your temple. “No, you’re still not getting it at all.”
“His dad was the one who raised him though.”
“Hardly-” the word combined with your scoff, “-and that’s not the point. He’s man written by a woman for sure. Especially after his character growth back in year one.”
“The fuck? Like what?”
“He listens, he’s supportive, he’s thoughtful, he is always trying to learn how to communicate better, works hard to strengthen the relationships around him, he-”
“Okay, I get it! Damn!” You didn’t reply, giving him a moment to collect whatever festering thoughts he seemed to be sorting through. You waited patiently for him to choose one to give shape to. He shaped it into a grumble. “...so what am I?”
“You? Hmmm.” You put effort into looking thoughtful.
“Man written by a man?”
“No?” He looked relieved, but unsure. Perfect. His loss of cushioned weaponry made you brave enough to continue. “You’re more like a feral raccoon written by a-“ He lunged. “Hey!” You shifted the pillow behind your back, pressing your body against it. You realized a little too late that obviously left one thing for him to go for...you. He had you pinned between those massive arms. Your smile was instant.
“I’ll show you fuckin’ feral, brat.”
“Okay, so now you’re a man written by a woman.”
“The fuck is wrong with you?”
“Several things, which is probably why I’m interested in feral rac-”
“Shut up.”
“Yessir.” You saluted as much as you could with the space you were given. He let his arms buckle, falling forward and knocking the wind out of you a bit. He laughed or huffed into your neck. Either way he was at your shoulder, shaking his head before he kissed your cheek.
“Thought you were gonna’ show me feral?”
“Mmmm, later.” He continued, answering the question you hadn’t asked yet. “You calmed me down.”
“Oh.” You ran your fingers through his hair. You could feel and hear his hum at the action.
“Keep talkin’.”
“You told me to shut up.” He nuzzled further into your hair as you pulled his.
“Didn’t mean it.” You scratched at his scalp again before sliding down to his neck and shoulders. “Wanna’ hear ya.” He was whining.
“Always so bossy.” You laughed as he dug a knuckle into your rib. “I didn’t say no.” He seemed satisfied as he settled himself further. Before you could complain about the weight, he shifted, turning into half big spoon/half weighted blanket.
“So my favorite things about raccoons...” He pawed at your face with one hand, attempting to hide his laughter somewhere to your left. “You’re exactly right. Let’s start with their hands and how they use them.”
He loves nerds.
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Thinking about how Bakugou would be at the gym with you. When you first started dating he would go for hours. Literally would be 4 to 5 hours after not hearing much from him and then when he was done, he’d send you a shirtless pic in the mirror of the gym, just covered in sweat.
Then he’d ask if you’d like to come, he promises it won’t be as long as he would- or nearly as intense if you’re just starting out. It’s not a public gym anyways so there won’t be any civilian creeps. It’s a high end pro-hero gym.
He’d have you share a gym bag, even a water bottle. He would do his sets first, just to show you how the right form is and then when it’s your turn he’d mindlessly swat your hand away so he could rack the weights for you.
During squats, he’d stand right behind you. Giving glares to anyone who’d look your way. Sometimes he’d push up against you when you stand back up. And when you rack your bar, his chest presses against your back to “help” you.
Before every set he’d fix your hair out of your face, off your neck, out of the way of your movements.
After every set, he’d smack your ass, giving a little squeeze. He’d never leave your side either, just to show all the extras you’re his.
With a satisfied smirk on his face he’d shove you the water bottle and remind you to hydrate. He’d never admit how hot you look with your lips pressed against the bottle.
And at the end- Stretching? He’s more than happy to assist, in fact, he doesn’t want you to do it without him. His calloused hands press on your back as you reach forward telling you “C’mon baby, just a little more.” He’d have you lay on your stomach as he takes your left leg to bend and presses your thigh into your chest. He’ll lean his torso into your hamstring, not at all trying to hide his bulge that’s been aching for an hour right in between your legs.
Has he told you all the benefits of post-workout sex yet?
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Boxer! Bakugou x Sports Journalist! Reader
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Tags: Sfw, drabble, aged up bakugou, boxer! bkg, sports journalist! reader, female reader, ooc bakugou? Maybe? Dialogue heavy, I’ve had this in my drafts since feb, idk anything about boxing btw
“They say you’re a prodigy, Mr. Bakugou but do you think you can keep up with those who’ve been fighting for years?”
Bakugou Katsuki, The Dynamight.
It’s testy to ask a question like that. You’ve watched his other interviews- he’s volatile, quick to anger. So you’re surprised when he looks you over, and smirks.
“You doubtin’ me?” There’s amusement in his voice. He thinks you’re nervous, he’s already disregarded you as a threat.
“No.” You sit up a little straighter. “But you have been uncharacteristically quiet about your training recently. One can only assume why.”
Bakugou lets out a bark of laughter, it’s not one you haven’t heard before but it’s still rare, feeling almost exclusive to the journalists he really doesn’t respect.
“And you’re suspecting it’s because I have nothing to show? Hah!”
You have to force your eyebrows back up, your lips to still curve.
“If not, what else? Aren’t you a little too confident” You pause. “Izuku Midoriya is also force to beat, but even he isn’t so cocksure.”
The crowd around you hushes. No one dares mentions that name. Bakugou grits his teeth, while you smile with yours prettily. It’s a low blow, bringing up his rival, but you’re not here to play nice either.
Bakugou takes a second, then replies. “That nerd would tremble over a baby.” His arm comes out to rest on the seat beside him, and he leans back casually. “His progress has nothing to do with me. I know my skill. I don’t need to be worried.”
It ticks you off how quick he is at regaining the upper hand, like confidence runs through his veins.
Though he looks unperturbed, his team ushers another journalist to the mic, and you have to step back at last. But even as you sink back into the crowd, head lowered, scribbling away at your notes, a pair of red eyes follow you, with intensity you’d be glad not to notice.
You’re waiting in the cold, under a darkening sky, just outside the hall, when a warmth emerges on your left side. It’s him. The Dynamight. And you jump back startled.
He stands there, clearly entertained by the fact you hadn’t noticed him and then by little gasp when you do.
“Mr Bakugou.” You’re curt, not particularly interested in getting into an argument, expecting that was what he was here for.
“Bakugou’s fine.” His shoulder nudges yours, for a second you think it’s a threat, but the foreign softness of his voice makes you realise otherwise. He’s trying to be… friendly? For what reason, it’s beyond you.
“Bakugou.” You don’t open up, but you don’t shy away either. He seems to take that as a win. “Shouldn’t you be inside, I’m sure everyone is clamouring for your attention.”
He snorts, it’s similar to his laugh during the interviews, but this time you can tell it isn’t taunting. You feel a bit guilty for assuming it had come with malice earlier.
“You’re not one bit scared of me are ya?”
“Should I be?”
Maybe he genuinely enjoys the back and fourth, because he really laughs at that. “Nah, you’d probably write a hit piece on me.”
“I- What?” When his words sink in you fluster at his claim. “No I wouldn’t? What?!”
“I read that article you did on Dabi.” Bakugou raises- without accusation. “The fucker deserved it.”
“It wasn’t like that!” It wasnt. It’s not your fault the famous boxer Dabi— Touya Todoroki had turned out to be former world champion, Endeavour’s son. You weren’t trying to expose any nepotism. It just happened to be. “It’s my job!!”
For a moment, Bakugou thinks you look like a scolded child, trying to defend yourself from the heinous allegation of stealing from the cookie jar.
“Relax. I know.” Bakugou nudges your shoulder again. “It’s why I want you to come interview my gym.”
“What?”
“My gym, Jeanist, Red, the whole lot.” He lists. “I don’t trust any other extra to do it. Either suck ups or fuckin’ liars.”
“And you think I’d be the inbetween?” You eye him warily, you don’t trust his trust.
“Yeah.” He ignores your skepticism. “Plus, it’d be nice to have a pretty girl around for a change.”
Now that’s what gets you speechless. Despite the increasing attempts of gossip mags trying to speculate about the annoyingly handsome Dynamight’s love life, he’d never actually been caught in a dating scandal. Honestly it seemed like the man was far too focussed on himself to have interest in anyone at all.
“That shut you up, huh?”
You’re actually glad he teases, because it reminds you not to fall for whatever charm he’d conjured up. You give him a frown but somewhere in your chest, it feels oddly warm.
“Think about it.” He steps back. “I’ll tell you now, best fuckin’ article you’ll ever write.” He nods over to a car you hadn’t noticed pull up.
It’s your cab, and it’s mildly embarrassing to realise how concentrated you’d been on him. He goes to take his leave and you turn to enter the car. Neither of you say goodbye, you just look away with faint smiles on your faces.
I had the beginning of dis just floating about in ma drafts since feb, finally added to it so why not post, also yes this is a call to watch Ippo. Miyata my beloved…
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hii! i have a hurt/comfort idea with pro hero bakugo where basically his pro hero wife (or gf) comes home looking like shit after getting called to save civilians from a flood caused by a villian (but her quirk doesn't have to do with water) since the other aquatic heroes weren't available n basically shes upset with herself since she wasnt able to save everyone :( anddd bkg comforts her and cleans up her wounds
ive had this idea for a long time and i thought youd execute it perfectly 💙💙
“i made dinner! you better like it because i lowered the spice level for you!” katsuki yells from his spot in the kitchen.
you shut the door lightly. there’s a hollow expression on your face, dried tear streaks covering your skin.
you can’t find the strength to reply to him.
“hey, did you go deaf on patrol??” he calls, voice getting closer as he rounds the corner.
he stills at your sullen face, his fingers twitching.
“baby? what’s wrong, what happened?” he says in a whisper, trailing over to you.
your empty gaze stays glued to the wooden floors of your shared home, unable to look at him.
he immediately goes into protection mode.
“can i touch you?” he whispers softly.
you offer a small nod, letting him know you won’t flinch or get uncomfortable.
he brushes his hand across your cheek before moving down to grab you from under the armpits.
he pulls you to him and you gently wrap your limbs around him, a small sniffle escaping you.
“shhh i know.” katsuki comforts you, starting to walk to the couch with you still tight in his hold.
he sits you on the couch and gets on his knees in front of you, grabbing your foot to unlace your boots.
when he’s done he stands and places your boots in the front hall before returning in front of you.
he grabs your hands while still just kneeling there for you.
“ready to talk?” he asks slowly.
your brows furrow and you shake your head.
“okay, let’s go shower.” he says before lifting you again. he’s never pushed you to talk in situations like these and you’ll have to remember to thank him for that later.
the walk to the bathroom is silent. he strokes your soaked hair and rubs your back over your equally drenched hero suit.
he wants to ask what happened, wants to tell you he’ll be able to help you once he knows what it is.
he sits you down on the toilet seat before grabbing the first aid kit and resumes his spot in front of you.
“you need to take your suit off baby.” he says gently.
you look down at your suit covered in blood and soaked with water and tears.
sniffling, you grab the zipper on the front of your suit. you tug on it gently and it won’t budge. tug on it a little harder, frustrated tears burning in your eyes. you rip the zipper as hard as you can and start to tug on the fabric of your suit. you feel constricted and claustrophobic and hurried sobs rip from your throat.
“hey. hey. stop. i’ve got you. katsuki’s here.” he mumbles grabbing your wrists and peeling your hands off your body.
“i can’t- it won’t come off! i can’t do this.” you whimper, squirming in his hold.
he shushes you gently, caressing your face to wipe the tears.
“i got it, okay?” he assures you, reaching for the zipper and pulling the trapped fabric that stopped the mechanism from working before freeing you from the suit.
you continue to sob as he takes your suit off and once you’re free there’s a myriad of kisses pressed into the skin of your face and hands.
he waits with you. doesn’t rush you by immediately cleaning your wounds, he just waits. letting you cry while he rubs your thighs to keep you warm and kisses your face.
once the tears slow he presses a last kiss to your forehead before pulling back to his spot on the floor.
“can i clean you up now?” he asks softly.
you sniffle, wiping your hands down your face and nodding.
“okay.” he says sweetly, opening the first aid kit while assessing your wounds.
the alcohol he uses to disinfect your cuts stings, but every wince you make disgusts you compared to what the victims of the flood endured.
he finishes disinfecting your wounds and makes a note to himself that there were only small cuts and bruises, they should all heal quickly.
“okay, we gotta shower now baby.” he says, grabbing your face in both hands to make you look at him.
“kay.” you nod and stand on shaky legs to remove the last of your clothes.
katsuki does the same after turning the water on, the pitter patter of the water hitting the tiled floor mimics the white noise in your head.
you feel katsuki wrap his hand around yours, pulling you into the warm shower.
you sigh deeply at the feeling of the water against your skin.
katsuki starts to clean you up, top to bottom. shampooing your hair before grabbing a loofa and dragging it down your arms and stomach, careful not to irritate any of your cuts, then gets back on his knees to scrub your legs.
a whimper makes break his focus. looking up at you, he watches as you break out into wailing sobs, echoing off the walls of the shower.
“i know. just let it out.” he says, continuing to clean you off.
when the tears don’t stop he puts the loofa down and look up at you.
he’s never seen you cry like this before.
standing from his spot on the ground, he drags his hands up your body, caressing you with care.
“it’s over now. you’re safe.” he whispers, arms wrapping around your head to pull you close.
“they’re not safe.” you mumble uncomfortably.
he looks down at you, trying to be eye level.
“who’s not?” he questions.
“i couldn’t save them. i was drowning. the villain covered the city in water and-” a choked sound rips from your throat.
“windows on the apartment shattered and all the bodies… they all got swept into the water.”
katsuki’s eyes widen, he didn’t know what to expect but it definitely wasn’t this.
“it’s not your fault baby, you did everything you could.” he soothes, kissing your face in a desperate need to convince you.
your eyes meet his for the first time tonight, you look broken. it’s like the light from your eyes has been drained.
“i know it’s my fault katsuki.”
your words suffocate him, he doesn’t understand how to help you and it’s killing him inside.
“and they know it’s my fault too.”
your eyes bore into his skull and he tightens his grip on you.
“what? what do you mean, what happened?” he’s desperate. desperate for answers. desperate because he couldn’t help you. desperate to get his girlfriend back.
“the woman’s husband. the boys mother. the little girl whose mother died because of me!” you’re desperate too. you don’t deserve to be held and comforted after what you did.
you struggle in katsuki’s grip but he doesn’t let you go.
“you didn’t do anything wrong. this wasn’t your fault, and you did everything you could. this isn’t a villain you should’ve been sent to deal with, especially on your own. you can’t punish yourself for things that were out of your hands. you stopped the villain, okay?” katsuki says firmly, voice not wavering once.
you stop struggling, knees going weak in his hold. he picks you up and lets you koala around him, the vibrations from your whimpers and sobs echoing off his skin.
“it wasn’t your fault.” he whispers into your ear.
he shuts off the water, taking you outside and wrapping a towel around you.
you’re shivering. partly from the cold and partly from guilt and sorrow.
but katsuki’s there. to hold you up, to keep you from falling apart.
“i’m here.” he whispers as he lays you down in bed, not caring about your wet hair and choosing to forgo getting you both dressed.
he climbs in next to you, pulls the covers over your cold body and wraps his arm around your waist, the other coming to play with your hair in a final attempt to soothe you.
“i love you. more than anything, okay?” you nod, silent tears streaming down your face.
“i’m so proud of you.” you sniffle, inching closer to him to tuck your face in his warm chest.
you both stay like that, his fingers running through your hair and your steady puffs of breath hitting his chest.
“goodnight angel.”
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☆༉ — KATSUKI BAKUGOU. compression shirts & sweatpants.
about. hello u guys wanted me to finish this so i did lol !!!! i just can’t get the idea of him in compression shirts out of my mind ok enjoy !! <3
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. suggestive, making out, hickies, dry humping, bakugou being a huge tease, gn!reader, pro hero!bakugou.
“do you get off on this? dressing like a slut?”
after pushing his bread down into the toaster, bakugou stops mid-sip, his signature red riot coffee mug about a quarter of an inch away from the pink and plush curve of his lips. he looks over to you as if he’s an animal that’s been caught doing something it’s not supposed to. a deer in headlights if you will.
“hah?”
you clench your fists, the foulest pout you can muster spread thinly over your features like a veil, as a petulant huff escapes you. you pretend to be mad at the man for as long as you can, turning your head away from him with your arms crossed over your chest. but you can’t help it. you can’t fight it… your gaze trailing back over to him at a snail’s pace.
katsuki bakugou looks like a fucking god.
not only does the stupid black compression shirt he’s wearing highlight the slender accent of his hips and itty bitty waist — but it clings to every muscle in bakugou’s marble-carved body. you can see every bulge of his biceps and ripple in his backs, even down to his washboard abs. honestly, you count your lucky stars every day that you managed to sink your fangs into the blonde before anyone else did, claiming him as your own. you might have even thrown up if anyone got to see him lounging about the place in grey sweats the way you did, the material just barely sitting on his hips.
you have to swipe at your mouth to stop yourself from drooling when he puts his mug down and lifts an arm up high to put the coffee granules back in the cupboard — his shirt riding up just enough for you to get a good look at a slither if his his sun-kissed, diamond cut v-line and waistband of his boxers too. it’s like the guy is purposefully trying to kill you.
just the very sight of katsuki like this, probably fresh from his work out, has you in a shambles — breaking out into hot sweats, panting like a dog. someone might even think you’re sick.
katsuki pays your little tantrum no mind, crossing his arms and leaning his hip against the kitchen counter while he waits for you to finish.
“you look so good.” you relent eventually, shoulders sagging.
shaking his head in a fond manner, the blonde rolls his ruby framed eyes. “no, you look good.” katsuki coos amusedly, arms opening wide for you as you pad further into the kitchen to snuggle against his chest. although he’s taunting you and you’re playing right into his game, you will always love that katsuki finds little ways to compliment you and make you feel adored — you feel it as he presses the wisps of a kiss into the crown of your head. “you always do.”
“it’s not fair that you get to go around like this! wearing that and making me feel all—!” you wave your hands about eccentrically, a heated frustration burning at your nerve endings as you screech your feelings out.
bakugou smiles to himself, sexy and slow, barely jumping when his toast pops out of the toaster. he grabs it, holds the corner of his food between his rows of pearly white teeth and spins your positions so that he traps you against the kitchen counter. “gonna need some context, babe.” you think that he’s going to touch you but instead reaches behind you to grab at his coffee.
freaking tease.
it’s impossible to think clearly when your boyfriend is this close — his intoxicating musky scent of sweet sweat and cool toned aftershave making you dizzy. “i hate you.” you state indignantly, flopping against his chest and letting it’s plushness muffle your speech patterns. “you’re stupid hot. and a slut.”
“you slut shamin’ me, sweetness?”
“s’what you deserve. dressin’ like you don’t belong to nobody. like you belong to the streets.”
“i belong to you, baby. you know that.” chucking his toast onto the counter, the blonde swoops down to kiss you hungrily — tasting of freshly brewed coffee grounds and salt. of course he would get off to something like this. he’s got you right where he wants you, weak in the knees and melting in his arms.
you screw your eyes shut, squirming in place as bakugou steps back and guides your hand under his tight fitting compression shirt, overloading your brain with just how built he is. fleshy pecks and golden abs. he ends up keeping it rolled up so you feel hot all over. “i can get undressed if it makes ya feel better.”
you can’t help that your eyes drop back down to his cotton grey sweats — they’ve slipped a little lower, low enough for his sharp v-line and soft blonde curls from his happy trail to peek out from the waistband. if you squinted (not that you would need to) you could make out the outline of his semi as it brushes against your inner thighs.
this is it. this is the end. “it makes me feel worse actually. like i might die of thirst or something. especially if you don’t—“
“if i don’, what?” his hands are all over you now, splayed over your tummy, digging into your waist — he overwhelms you. pressing his body against yours until you practically feel him through your pores. bakugou is hot (physically, sure) but against you, your desire for him spreads like a heatwave through every inch of your body — from the tips of your fingers and toes to the top of your head.
“kiss me.” you breathe, a neediness seeded into your tone.
bakugou arches a blonde eyebrow, looking down at you cockily. “c’mere then, brat.”
he uses a finger and thumb to tilt your chin up towards him, leaning down to kiss you before tricking you with a fake out. just as you begin to whinge and complain, the blonde squishes your cheeks so you can’t wriggle away from him and licks into your mouth with a teasing laugh. he only kisses you fully when you grasp at his slender waist, feel him up from under his clothes and slip your hands over his ass — just bellow the waistband of his sweats.
“fuckin’ tease,” katsuki grunts, tugging on your lower lip with his teeth and sucking in your tongue.
a free hand wanders from his bottom, climbs up the rippling muscles of his back and tangles in bakugou’s sandy roots — fisting then as you drag him closer, working your tongue into his hot and welcoming mouth. “takes one to know one, kats,” you mewl into him, letting him swallow your satisfied gasps and squeaks.
every action, every groan and grope becomes rougher, needier, hornier — squeezing each other turns to grinding on one another until there’s no room for either of you to breathe and just as you move to shove your hand down the front of his boxers, everything comes to a halt.
you knock bakugou’s coffee over when he lifts you onto the counter.
“ow! hot!” you squeal, still tilting your head back to make room for the blonde at your neck.
he doesn’t stop, nipping at your skin. “yeah, so you’ve said babe.”
“not you, dummy!” swatting at your boyfriend, you push him off. “the fucking coffee on my ass!”
katsuki blinks, his lashes fluttering against the column of your throat while be peeks over your shoulder at the beverage spilling across the counter and seeping into your clothes.
“that’s what you get for callin’ me a slut.”
“oh…oh fuck you.”
“‘m trying babe.”
“fuck you. slut.”
“keep degrading me sweetness, ‘m kinda into that.”
꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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☾ Tamed | Bakugou Katsuki ☽
A/N: Hoping this one turned out well! Katsuki was immediately my favorite character when I first started MHA.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Genre: Fluff, semi-crack
Warnings: Some cursing (obvi), Katsuki's hair from his internship (yes, I'm counting that as a warning)
As you hummed to yourself, you walked towards the 1-A classroom, thinking over everything you had learned at your internship. You mindlessly glanced around the halls, watching as friends laughed with each other before school would start. Without even realizing it, Ochaco had run up behind you, jumping onto your back with her arms wrapped around your neck. The sudden feeling of someone clinging to your body had you jolting in surprise.
“Y/n!” Ochaco started with a giggle as she dropped down from your form. “How was your internship? I learned so much from Gunhead!”
You giggled as you lightly bumped your shoulder against hers, “Yeah? Can you show me some of the things this weekend when we spar?”
“Yeah! Maybe you can teach me some of the things you learned as well?” Ochaco said while rubbing her chin in thought. Before she could say anything else, the both of you reached your classroom.
“Oh. My. God.” You said quietly as you abruptly stopped in the classroom doorway with wide eyes, Ochaco squeaking as she ran into your back. You could hear her mumbling, but didn’t pay any attention to her as the sight in front of you had your full attention. Eijirou and Hanta were both laughing and pointing at Katsuki who had an… interesting hairdo
Katsuki heard the quiet words, immediately darting his eyes towards you. His eyes widened and he tensed at the look in your eyes, “Don’t.”
“Katsuki…” You fought back a smile as you slowly made your way to where he was standing with Eijirou and Hanta. The closer you got, the more tense he became. He knew exactly what you were going to say.
He glared at you and crossed his arms, “Y/n…” Seeing the gradually growing blush on his cheeks, you had the sense that he wasn’t actually going to be mad. Even if his form was posed as if he was getting ready to take down a villain.
“You look so handsome, Suki!” you squealed as you finally made your way to him. You immediately clung to him and continued cooing at him. He mumbled to himself as he glared at you with flushed cheeks all the while you grinned up at him.
Katsuki scoffed as he half-heartedly tried to pry you off of him, “Stop it, Y/n. It’s not funny.” Ignoring him, you chose to reach up and pinch his still red cheeks. This caused Hanta and Eijirou to start laughing once more.
“Holy crap! What the heck, Bakugou?” Both Eijirou and Hanta exclaimed as they tried and failed to hold back their laughter. Holding back your snort at their antics, you gripped Katsuki’s arm even tighter.
Katsuki glared at the two as his body shook with all the rage he tried to hold back, “Stop laughing! My hair’s gotten used to this and I can’t get it back the right way.” The way two of his friends were still dying at his appearance, he almost blew up on them. “Did you not hear me? I’ll kill you both.”
“Ignore them, Katsu! I think you look gorgeous!” You giggled up at him, hearts in your eyes. The explosion-quirk boy couldn’t even look you in the eyes, too embarrassed to have you seeing him like this.
You couldn’t believe your eyes. Katsuki’s already red face was turning even darker. How was that even possible? “Shut up! I’m not gorgeous! You are!” As if realizing the words he had uttered, he scoffed and tried even harder to pry your clinging form from him.
His words had your heart pounding in your chest. He thought you were gorgeous?! Feeling your own cheeks become hot, you subtly patted them with the hand that wasn’t holding onto Katsuki.
“I’d like to see you try, pretty boy,” Hanta playfully said which caused Eijirou to guffaw even more. You couldn’t hold back the snicker that left you, innocently looking up at the raging boy beside you, as if you hadn’t found it funny.
Having had enough of everything happening, Katsuki blew up on the two, “What’d you call me?!” His arm had immediately wrapped around your waist, holding you close so you wouldn’t be knocked down from the force of his yelling. While you were slightly annoying him with your teasing (he secretly loved it), he didn’t want you to get hurt. He never wanted you to get hurt.
“Hey, there it goes!” Both Hanta and Eijirou cried out as they still couldn’t stop laughing. You expected Katsuki to release your body as he yelled at his teasing friends, but instead he just held you closer to him. The feeling of his fingers gripping your waist caused your breath to catch in your throat.
Their little dispute went on for another minute before Hanta and Eijirou left to catch up with everyone else and learn about their internships. Once they were gone, Katsuki finally looked down at you, still not noticing his arm currently wrapped around your waist.
“You okay, dumbass?” He mumbled as he glanced all over your face, making sure he hadn’t hurt you. He would hate himself if he was the cause of your pain.
Gulping, you shyly nodded at one of your best friends, “Yeah, I’m good. You didn’t hurt me or anything.” You could both see and feel his body relax as your reassurance washed over him. “Um…” You trailed off, as you rubbed your nape in slight embarrassment, hoping he couldn’t hear your pounding heart.
“What is it?” Katsuki scoffed at your expression. “What’s wrong with your face?” Instead of saying anything, your eyes glanced down at where his arm was still placed around you. Getting the hint, the ash-blonde slowly moved his gaze to where you were staring at.
His eyes widened with shock, cheeks once more flushing with heat. He immediately let go of you with a scoff, “Forget everything that just happened.” Though it was said as a threat, both you and him knew he didn’t mean it. He was just embarrassed from having been caught holding onto you like a boyfriend would.
The ash-blonde’s shoulders were hunched as if he was trying to hide away from everyone. As he stalked to his assigned seat, you couldn’t help but giggle quietly to yourself. Allowing yourself to glance one last time at Katsuki, you smiled and turned to head towards the other girls. They were all standing around Ochaco’s desk discussing what happened at their internships. Right as you were about to explain your own experiences, Katsuki’s loud voice rang throughout the classroom.
“Shut up, Shitty Hair!” He yelled, standing up from his seat with his heated palms flat on his desk as he glared over at the red-haired boy. “I don’t like-” He cut himself off once he saw everyone staring at him in silence.
Katsuki glared and scoffed at everyone, telling them to “mind their own damn business” before his eyes met yours. Seeing you stare at him with confusion, your head tilted in a cute way, had him shrinking in his seat while covering his cheeks. He hoped you hadn’t noticed how his normally pale cheeks were a burning mess. He tried to discreetly glance at you one last time, but his gaze met yours. The shy smile on your face paired with adoration-filled eyes had him shyly smiling back before he turned back to Eijirou to continue his ranting.
©his-lune 2024 ;; don’t plagiarize, translate, or post my work on other platforms.
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NOTE: Quirks don't exist in this Hybrid AU! Hybrids rank lower than humans in terms of social statues and are considered to be only good enough as pets.
[WARNING] –> Mentions of NSFW! 👀👀
(Reposting this cause it got deleted by my stupid ass lol)
Hybrid Wolf!Bakugou who you took in from a shelter a week before his euthanasia due to his biting history and aggressiveness.
Hybrid Wolf!Bakugou who's like a ghost during the first few weeks in your home, only getting out of his room and exploring the house at night and when you're at work.
Hybrid Wolf!Bakugou who after fully realizing that you're not a threat and that you do indeed intent on keeping him, makes sure to make his presence known to you more.
Hybrid Wolf!Bakugou who likes that you don't force him to interact with you. You don't sweet talk him you or make a move to pet him. Never. You simply acknowledge his presence with a nod and a small smile. You keep a respectful distance and even leave notes before you go to work to let him know you made him breakfast and left it on the table.
Hybrid Wolf!Bakugou who makes himself get out of his comfort zone to spend time with you, to actually try and bond with you, something he had never done or try to do with his previous owners.
Hybrid Wolf!Bakugou who after he fully bonds with you, wakes you up for work with playful, harmless bites.
Hybrid Wolf!Bakugou who rubs his fur all over your clothes to annoy and scent you.
Hybrid Wolf!Bakugou who loves belly rubs even though he strongly denies it.
Hybrid Wolf!Bakugou who wags his tail unconsciously when you praise him and tell him that he's a good boy!
Hybrid Wolf!Bakugou who gets jealous and afterwards ignores you for a day or two whenever you come home smelling like an other hybrid from petting it for too long (*cough* Bunny!Izuku *cough*).
Hybrid Wolf!Bakugou who helps you cook and clean the house.
Hybrid Wolf!Bakugou who growls and his protector mode activates whenever someone (hybrid or human) tries to approach you.
Hybrid Wolf!Bakugou who steals all your dirty clothes while you shower or work to masturbate.
Hybrid Wolf!Bakugou who secretly throws away all the rut suppressants you give him.
Hybrid Wolf!Bakugou who pees outside and around the house to mark his territory.
Hybrid Wolf!Bakugou who sticks his nose up your clothed pussy and licks it whenever you bend over to pick something up.
Hybrid Wolf!Bakugou who marks and fucks you nice and deep during his rut, his big dick and knot stretching your pretty pussy, making you cry out and see stars.
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cw. gn!reader, worker!reader, prohero!katsuki, aged-up (25), pining lmao (if you look extra closely)
“You’re late.”
At the sound of the pro-hero’s all-too-familiar gruff voice, you freeze, ass barely touching the chair you were about to sit on.
From where he sits across from you, Bakugou is now scowling.
Great, you think to yourself. Twenty seconds in and you’ve already triggered the beast.
“Sorry,” you say with the most apologetic smile you can muster. “Something urgent came up.”
At that, his scowl deepens, and his eyes seem to search for something as they flicker over your features. You feel yourself getting warm under the intensity of his gaze.
Three years of working under him and it still flusters you—being studied so blatantly by the #2 Pro-Hero, Bakugou Katsuki.
“What possibly could’ve been more urgent than an important meeting with your fucking boss?”
You internally scoff at his tactlessness, though you manage to seem unfazed on the outside. At the very least, the three years of being the HR head of the Dynamight agency have taught you how to deal with a certain someone.
Bakugou’s eye twitches so minutely, probably out of annoyance brought by the feigned innocence written all over your face.
You could lie and let the conversation move forward. But you’re feeling a little reckless, still reeling from that damned phone call you had a few minutes ago.
So you tell him the truth.
“I just got dumped over the phone.”
You expected a disinterested harrumph in response, not a choking fit over the ice-cold water he just downed.
You jump on your feet, circling the table to—supposedly—gently pat his back. Before you do so, though, you hesitate, hand awkwardly frozen mid-air, wondering for a second if touching any part of your boss’s body could put you in HR danger.
Once you gathered practically everyone in the restaurant’s attention and Bakugou has stopped coughing, you hesitantly circle back and sit on your chair.
“Are you okay?” you ask, as he wipes his mouth angrily with his napkin.
“‘m fine,” he croaks, not meeting your gaze for a moment before finally looking you in the eye.
He looks like he has something to say, but his words never come. His mouth merely opens and closes ever so slightly, you could’ve missed it if you weren’t staring at it.
Why are you staring?
“Great,” you shoot him a smile, grabbing one of the menus and thumbing through the decidedly sticky pages.
A pause.
“...You could’ve canceled, you know.”
At the sound of his uncharacteristically quiet voice, you look up, surprised.
“What?”
He sighs, probably irritated by your confusion. “You could’ve canceled the meeting,” he explains, “I would’ve understood.”
You can’t help but smile at him, the feeling of gratitude blooming in your chest. At the sight of it, he looks away, solemn.
“A commitment is a commitment,” you reply. “We already blocked off the hour to meet with the restaurant owner, and I don’t want to waste your precious time off patrol.”
“...Even though you just got dumped?”
Your heart throbs painfully at the mention of what just happened to you, but you quickly school your expression into a neutral one.
“Especially because I just got dumped.”
He chuckles. “What, you the type to throw yourself into work when life gets extra shitty?”
You playfully roll your eyes at his jab. “Don’t act like you don’t do that yourself, Bakugou-san.”
“I wasn’t,” he defends, smirking as he leans back against his seat. “Was just curious.”
Before you can even register what he just said, a waiter suddenly appears to your right, startling the both of you.
Bakugou then proceeds to order for himself, and as he does so, you study his face despite yourself, heart weirdly thrumming at the implications of what was just said.
“Make sure to have the report ready by 5 PM tomorrow,” he says, breaking the silence as you walk towards where he parked his car. “‘m planning to stop by the office to read it before the night shift starts.”
“Got it.”
Before you know it, you’ve already arrived. Despite yourself, your heart sinks at the thought of going home. Whether it’s because you literally just got dumped unceremoniously or because the surprisingly pleasant meeting is coming to an end, you don’t know.
Bakugou turns to face you, a hand in his pocket and the other fiddling with his keys. “You sure you don’t need a ride?”
You nod. “The bus station is just a few blocks away.”
A silence falls upon you.
Again—there’s that serious look on his face as he studies you so intensely, it almost feels like scrutinizing. You’ve always felt vulnerable under Bakugou’s sharp gaze, but today it’s been extra piercing.
Finally accepting that it’s the end of the day and it’s time to go home, you nod again—more cheerfully this time—before you turn to leave.
You’re about a few feet away from him when he calls your name.
“For what it’s worth,” he semi-shouts, “it’s that dumbass’ loss.”
tagging. @katsukis1wife @rinalou @loverboyrin @brunnetteiwik @beabe19
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katsuki absolutely hates it when he hears that specific ka-clank! when your hydroflask falls down. he absolutely hates it— the sound and all, how it disrupts his studying, how it makes him turn around and just glare.
for one— why can’t you just keep it someplace safe? and secondly— if you’re too lazy, at least buy those rubber bottoms for friction and as a sorta case.
but then he feels a little bad when he sees people accidentally knock it down— when he knocks it down, and sees an impending dent. he normally doesn’t give a shit, but maybe he does because it belongs to you.
after he knocks it down real bad this one time, you go down to the common room and see a brand new hydroflask with a card addressed to you specifically.
“don’t knock this one down, dumbass. this one isn’t much of a leaning tower like your last flask.” it read.
#just this random bakugou thought 😭#i used to have a hydroflask that could NOT stand up properly because of how dented it was#it was fr the leaning tower of piza#more to come later bc its my birthday 😁🤩#bnha imagines#bnha x reader#mha x reader#mha imagines#bnha fluff#bnha x y/n#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#bnha headcanons#bakugou imagines#mha fluff#bakugou fluff#bakugou x y/n#bakugou x you#bakugou headcanons
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