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Can I get a 🌶 one for Bakugou pretty please! 💜💜💜
You got it!!
So, I have this idea that like, Katsuki comes home after like a shitty day at work, and you’re thankfully waiting at home for him, right? He gives no fucks what you’re doing…
Making dinner? He turns the stove off.
Watching a show? He pauses it.
Working on a fan fic? He saves the doc for you.
And then immediately picks you up, throwing you right over his shoulder, and carries off to the bedroom where he gets your pants off, your panties too, and he sinks to his knees in front of you.
An hour later… he might come up for air. But, all he wants is to hear you come undone for him, over and over again. He wants to hear your praises, your pleas, your cries. Makes him forget about all the shit he dealt with during his day.
Thoughts and Thots
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inspired by those zookeeper fits from 2022
#bkdk#bnha#mha#bakudeku#bakugou#bakugou katsuki#midoriya izuku#my hero academia#a tumblr exclusive since the slight spice made me too shy to keep it on twt lol#from 2022!#mine#drawing
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Gossip magazines having a field day when pictures of bakugou with a neck full of hickeys start circulating and rumors start spreading.
You think it’s funny at first but then some wanna be sm model only known for being a bed hopper claims it was her doing.
Instead of doing the respectable thing and doing a interview or something to announce your relationship. You post a picture of yourself laying on top of him. Carefully posed to not show anything but make your state of undress apparent and hickeys all over the both of you and and a simple “good morning 💕” as the caption. Let the bitch lie about this now
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from your childhood friend
who? haven't a clue.
let's play a game
just me and you.
kofi | do not repost
#theyre still childhood friends in this au which adds SPICE#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#midoriya izuku#codi.png#bakugou katsuki#deku#bkdk#bakudeku#katsudeku#i drew bkg too hot in this i need to tone it down or else i wont be able to LIVE
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Slight spoilers for MHA season 5
So we all remember this moment from after Natsuo got kidnapped and Endeavor hugged Bakugo after everything was over?
What constitutes as old-man smell Bakugo?
Personally I'm assuming this guy smells like Old Spice because fuck it this is my headcanon and I do what I want, but please I want other people's thoughts on this. What the hell does Endeavor smell like??
#please this is so funny#nerd shit#funny#endeavor#mha bakugou#mha#my hero academia#bnha headcanons#enji todoroki#bakugou katsuki#old spice#natsuo todoroki
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Probably gonna post smut to the deep end of the pool later.
(Edit 8/14) POSTED. Again this is a dark content blog, reader beware.
Can't seem to get yandere TigerHybrid!Bakugou off my brain.
Specifically, Barista!Reader coming home smelling like a bunch of other hybrids. And Tiger!Bakugou pulling them into the bath tub with him.
You might not be leaving the bathroom clean, but you sure as hell don't smell like the pine and yuzu scent of your new "useless" bun coworker anymore (; •v•)
#Thought has been plaguing me like a demon#tw dubcon#yandere bakugou#bakugou x reader#yandere bnha#yandere x reader#minors do not interact#mild spice#zaz drabbles
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Hello everyone! I'm so pleased to share my latest BKDK story: "Mine, You're Mine, and Only Mine" (Rated E) is now live on Ao3, and features art from the amazing @kalcia 🧡💚
I always love a good "Katsuki gets jealous of Izuku and someone else at a party and has to remind everyone that Izuku belongs to him." This is my take on it, and I hope you enjoy! I've included a little (vevry slightly spicy) preview for you below the cut 💖
Katsuki leaned up against the wall, sipping his whiskey, watching the crowds filter by. The music was loud, the bass causing the walls to vibrate. People paused to flash him a smile here and there, but Katsuki paid them no mind.
He had his eye on someone, across the room, who was currently laughing and being very cozy with a particularly annoying-looking hero whose dark hair stuck out every which way and whose smirk was much too smug for Katsuki’s liking. He saw the person lean into the fucking extra, and Katsuki’s instincts flared.
Mine. Mine.
But, of course, the person wasn’t his.
The person was just…another person, after all.
Except that he wasn’t.
As he watched that extra loop an arm around the person who was not his, Katsuki was inundated with images:
Of green curls, tousled and tugged under his fingers.
Of emerald eyes, glassy and shining just for him.
Of freckles that Katsuki traced with his tongue.
It had been a quickie, just in the bathroom at the last hero event. He’d been more than a little tipsy, and Izuku had been more than a little cute.
Tight little body, pert little ass.
Just his type.
Katsuki groaned, and took a long, languid drink.
He shouldn’t be repeating himself.
He shouldn’t be thinking about that night.
But now, when he looked at Midoriya Izuku out of his hero gear, and especially in a sharp, light gray plaid three-piece suit, he couldn’t help but also think about those pants around Izuku’s ankles, Katsuki’s hand rubbing over the supple flesh of that perfect ass, and then…
Katsuki groaned, downed his drink, and shifted in his pants.
#bnha fanfiction#bkdk fanfic#bakugou katsuki#izuku midoriya#bakugou x midoriya#bkdk#ktdk#mine you're mine and only mine#spice warning#jealous katsuki#possessive katsuki#and everyone's busting his balls#sassy izuku
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This is in no way a hate ask- it's just kinda good to talk about it lol
I think a lot of the times another ship's fandom interacts with bkdks, it's always to be angry at us for "stealing moments" and not only is this confusing, but also??? Stealing how and what moment. But then i realized the moments they're talking about were either moments that went for bkdk or that had a connection to them in some way.
Ex: the kr///bk hand holding at Kamino, they didn't like the way we were talking of Deku and his insecurity over Bakugou taking his hand, or how Kirishima said that out of all the people in the room he was the one suffering the most. They really didn't like that.
(I dislike the kr//bk ship simply because of how some of the shippers are, but also, I understand the appeal of the ship. Please understand that this isn’t an anti kr//bk post, this is more plot and relationship analysis)
So, I can kind of understand this, and I sympathize with it. They ship something and they want canon content, not just fics and fanart.
But then they get a crumb of something that makes them happy and then realize the purpose of it was something entirely different, and they see it as taking away the importance of something they latched on to (cause a moment only matters if it specifically furthers a ship, right?). When Kirishima was the one to reach out to Bakugou, it really was a great moment of showing that there was that level of trust and that Kirishima didn't threaten Bakugou's pride. But THE POINT of that moment, confirmed by Hori himself, was to showcase the pain of Deku deciding to pass up the chance to reach out to Bakugou himself, because at that point, either Bakugou wouldn't accept it (which would put him in more danger) or he would but it would push him even further away cause of his hurt pride. And chances are it would've been the first.
Deku gave up something his desperately wanted to ensure Bakugou's safety and it's very obvious that it's a painful moment for him. It wasn't a kr//bk moment like it seemed to have been at first and that kind of baiting is bound to make some people upset, and their feelings are valid. But they need to deal with those feelings and accept that their ship just doesn't have any chance at being canon. And that's ok! Your ship doesn't need to have canon evidence to be a valid one, even crackships deserve respect.
It just gets me when these people who ship something that has absolutely no canon evidence turn around on bkdk shippers and tell us we shouldn't ship it cause it's not gonna happen, as if kr//bk has any chance at all. And for some reason, some of them think jumping onto the post of another ship to try and debunk it is somehow going to give them the content and ending they want, as if the shippers who scream the loudest are heard by the author (Hori has been setting up bkdk since chapter 1, episode 1, literally the beginning. Bkdk wasn't a choice he made later cause he saw that people were shipping them and wanted to pander, and I reeeeeally need some people to get that through their heads.).
Shippers need to learn to respect other ships in general. I really don't want to make this any longer, but it makes me think of how this how ship war parallels the pumpkin spice latte discourse XD if you want to hear my thoughts on that, just let me know.
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Let's talk about Uraraka Ochako.
She is my favorite anime character ever and here is why.
1) She asked if she could give half of her points to the boy that have rescued her, even knowing the possibility of not make it to the hero program.
2) She was there for her parents, to help them, she isn't there to be the number one hero, nah, that wasn't her goal, she was there to make her family live better. That kind of love, that kind of commitment, that kind of strength.
3) She refused to use a plan made by deku, the one who knows Bakugo better than anyone, because she wanted to do it by herself, she sure was scared, but she have the guts. And then there was the scene when everyone thought she was losing, just to make them eat their words nearly beating Bakugo, the same kid who after that said the words: "Where do you see fragile in that girl?"
4) She wanted to be stronger, faster, a better hero, so she took the internship with Gun Head to learn martial arts.
5) She is not a "heroine" she is a hero, she let her feelings for Deku behind in order to be more focused in being a good hero, those feelings were in the way, so she tossed them aside. We even have a panel in manga where Deku and her are alone in a cliff, they could have used that moment to confess their feelings, well, they didn't even blush.
6) Take everyone quirks on that class and Uraraka become one of the most deadly ones.
7) Let's talk about the fact that we all though at the beginning that she will just be the love interest of the main character and then Horikoshi gave us all a slap in the face and broke all the shonen cliches, giving her the power, the strength, the courage, and her own nemesis. She is not just a side character, she is the perfect example of what a female hero should be, and one of the best anime characters to love and admire.
And there is so much more, but, to make it short. I love her because she has real problemas, financial problems that anyone of us could relate at, she loves their parents so fucking much, she has had an enormous development as a character. And last but certainly not least she is as cute as she is deathly
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I don't know HOW or WHY but I keep picturing Katsuki getting roped into girls' nights/days/outings with Mina, Ochako, and Camie? And coming to refer to them as the Spice Girls? Like "alright Spice Girls, get a fuckin move on" and they're just like hm yeah okay whatever until he calls Mina Sporty Spice and they're like WAIT is this a Thing? You assigned us Spicesonas?? And the others demand to know theirs and Came is Posh Spice and she LOVES it and Ochako is Baby Spice and "hey! I could kick your ass!" "What? You're pocket sized! What do you want from me?" And the girls collectively decide that he is Scary Spice and he turns red and sputters for a moment before just resigning to his fate as he did with being roped in in the first place and their group chat is renamed Spice Girls and all is revealed when someone calls from another room some benign question directed at "hey Scary Spice!" and Katsuki ANSWERS without hesitation or even looking up
WHERE DID THIS EVEN COME FROM? IT WONT LEAVE ME ALONE
this is so fucking funny. look, if the idea won't leave you alone, then you have to write this fic now okay? follow your dreams friendo!!
#bnha#spice girls#bakugou katsuki#ashido mina#utsushimi camie#uraraka ochako#thanks anon!#arbitrary answers
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Y’know when Bakugo is feeling left behind and all the self doubts are swarming around him? I feel like Contagious by night riots would be a perfect song for that. Suddenly always chasing after Deku while Deku is standing in the sunlight, always feeling like he is crawling and sprinting to feel the warmth but always too far out of reach.. someone write this 🥺
#katsuki#I’m in my feels and I can’t stop#katsuki bakugo my hero academia#late night spicy chats#spice talks#bakugou#katsuki bakugo fluff#katsuki bakugo#mha#bnha bakugo katsuki#mha bakugou
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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.
꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
#bakugou x reader#bakugou x you#bakugou fluff#bakugou smut#bakugo x reader#bakugo fluff#bakugou imagines#bakugou drabbles#bakugo drabble#bakugo imagine#bakugo x you#bnha x reader#bnha fluff#bnha x you#bnha imagines#katsuki bakugou x reader#✧ ₊˚੭ — writing#tteokdoroki#angelshubnetwork
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my favourite bakugou x you trope is the one where he randomly gets thrown 10 years into the future by a villain with you (or to spice things up, his current gf/ “situationship” who isn’t you) by his side and they discover that bakugou is a number 1 pro hero now who’s very established, agency and billboards - the whole nine and he’s chuffed, he really is.
he tries to keep a low profile as he doesn’t want to alter the future and change the past but he sees you across the street - decade older, very pretty you donning a wedding ring on your finger and he’s sick, practically throwing up when he also sees a baby in your pram that he’s sure isn’t his…
until he sees his future self exit a building and scoop you up into his arms, then leaning down to pick said baby from its seat - and the baby is the spitting image of bakugou.
he has to hide behind the alleyway bin to alleviate his breathing.
#this is my favourite trope#and you guys aren’t together 10 years prior so#katsuki NEVER cheats so he wonders how you both came about#he’s had. a THING for you but you’re beautiful and nice so he didn’t think much#bakugou x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugou imagine#katsuki bakugo x reader#༝˚૮ .♡ katsuki.
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Peachy
Summary: How everyone was shocked for an individual that hate PDA like Bakugou start to kiss your head more than he used to.
Pair: Bakugou x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Nothing? Bakugou is very tame in here
A/N: Hello it’s been 999+ years since I last post something. To be frankly honest… college is a no joke not to mention I’m close to my last year right now… I can feel my sanity and braincells are decreasing with the amount of papers and journals I have to write… but oh well now I am kinda back? maybe not but who knows :) hope y’all enjoy my post and have a great day!
Wc: 1,4k
Weekend is finally come, and you cannot help but decided to wake up a little bit later than usual. Of course your wish is only a wish because a certain someone decided to knocked on your door and wake you up from your deep slumber.
You groggily walk to the door to find out who dare to disturb you from your very needed sleep. And there they are. A pink girl with black eyes and A girl with violet hair staring at you.
“What do you want?” you asked her. Mina just shrugged off your grumpiness as she walked inside your room and start to rummage through your wardrobes. Meanwhile Jirou gave you a quiet morning as she took a seat on your study desk.
“Girl, it’s 10 in the morning, and today is weekend so why don’t we spent some times together at the mall?” you groaned as you flop down to your bed face first.
“Also you told us to remind you that you run out some of your bath necessities and you want to restock them on weekend. So pull your ass up and start to get ready.” You let out inaudible grumble as you roll your body to flop on the floor.
“Fine.” You let out a huff as you grab your towel and the outfit Mina already picked for you.
“God… I really did run out of shampoo…” you sighed as you toss the empty bottle of shampoo to the trash bin.
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You walk to the living room with Mina and Jirou after you finish taking a bath. And see a bunch of your friends lazing around. Your eyes quickly find the pair of red vermilion eyes that you love so much.
“Good morning.” You chirp as you stand in front of Bakugou. Bakugou grunt as his eyes move from Kirishima and Kaminari to you. He took a second to observe your outfit before answering.
“Mornin’ do you have somewhere to go?” he finally stand up from his seat. You nod your head as you hum.
“Yep. Mina, Jirou and I gonna go to the mall, you know… girl’s time. And at the same time I’m gonna buy some groceries because I ran out a bunch of stuff. so… do you want me to pick up something for you?” You lean your head deeper as Bakugou cup your cheeks with his callouses hands.
“Some spices. And just want you to be safe. That’s all.” You smile as you nod your head. Believing that Bakugou will send his groceries list later.
“Okay lovebirds come on we need to catch the train.” Mina decided to rip you apart from Bakugou. Receiving an annoyed grunt from the blonde. You only let out a small chuckle and wave at your boyfriend before left the dorm.
After you, Mina, and Jirou catch the train, the three of you manage to get a seat on a somehow not so crowded train despite it is a weekend. The three of you decided to discuss what to do at the mall other than shopping some groceries.
“What shampoo you plan to try? Didn’t you said you want to try a new scent for your shampoo?” Mina asked as she peeked your phone where you are busy looking for some shampoo testimony on the internet.
“Hmm… I don’t really know yet, but I do want to try peach scented shampoo… apparently according to the internet, peaches scented stuff are a bit popular these days.” You answer the alien girl while your eyes still planted on the LED screen on you hand.
“Oh but isn’t Bakugou did not fond for sweet scented stuff?” Jirou suddenly popped a question that make you think for a while. Shortly after you just shrug your shoulders.
“Well I don’t think peaches scented shampoo will have a dominant sweet scent. But even if it did, it’s gonna be ‘Suki’s problem, not mine.” Your answer made Mina laugh.
After a couple hours of walking and looking around the mall, Jirou, Mina, and you decided to go back home. While sit in the train you cannot help but keep looking at the new shampoo scent you just bought.
Anxieties and questions of what ifs start flooding your brain that makes you spiral down. Drowned enough you didn’t hear Mina practically scream at your ears. Your body jolted up when you feel Jirou’s ear jacks poke your cheek.
“Girl, are you really start regretting to buy that shampoo now? After we are one hour away from the mall?” Mina asked as she put her hand on one of her hips. You stare at her for a couple of seconds before let out a sigh of defeat and nodded your head.
“Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure he will like it.” Jirou pats your shoulder softly in attempt to comfort you.
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“We are back!” Mina screamed as she kicked the door open with hands full of groceries just like you and Jirou. Izuku and Ochako quickly help the three of you to put down the groceries in the kitchen.
“Did you get my groceries list?” Bakugou asked as he walk in with towel hang on his neck. You spin your body to see him before nodded your head.
“Yep I got all of them just alright!” you smile as you circle your arms around his slim waist. Bakugou give you an approval nod before he started to take out the groceries from its bag with you still latching to him like a koala.
“Peach scented shampoo?” Bakugou look at you confusedly since usually you pick the floral scented shampoo. You just shrugged a bit before lean on his broad shoulder.
“Just want to try something new that’s all.” You said. Bakugou stared at it for another seconds before put it away for you to take back to your room.
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“Hmm it does smell nice…” you mutter to yourself as you dry your hair with a hairdryer after you finish taking a bath. You hum to yourself while putting some casual clothes you usually wear in dorm. Suddenly you hear a knock on your door. You quickly run to the door to welcome the person who knock on your door.
Surprised but not surprised it’s your boyfriend who knocked on your door. Waiting for you to open the door. You throw each other a confused stare before he let a short huff.
“Dinner is ready.” You let out an understanding hum before you step out from your room and walk to the elevator with him. You both wait in silence as the elevator went up. Bakugou suddenly smell something unfamiliar coming from you but he decided to ignore it. Not until both of you step inside the elevator.
“Did you put on parfume?” Bakugou suddenly asked. You look at him confusedly before you decided to sniff around.
“Oh, you mean my new shampoo? Does it smell good?” you asked a bit hopefully. He stared at you for a second before leaning closer to you. His warm palm carefully grabbed some strands of your hair before softly kiss it. It would be a lie if you didn’t feel your heart skipped a beat when he did it.
Suddenly the elevator door opened. You immediately pull Bakugou out while he still busy inhaling your new scent. You even have to purposely pull yourself apart from him to be able to walk to the dining room.
“Suki, people are staring.” You said under your breath. It only cause Bakugou to pull you closer and plant his face to the crook of your neck as you both sit down.
“You smell so good.” He said.
“Damn girl, what spell did you cast on him?” Kaminari teased while wiggling his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes jokingly while still try to pull your lover from you.
“Okay explosion man, you need to eat.” Your stern words make Bakugou finally pull himself away and huffed like a child.
“Fine. But I want a cuddle.” He said with a bold tone. Your cheeks immediately flushed brightly as you can see from your peripheral vision your friends giggling and wiggling their eyebrows to you.
“Fine. Just eat will you?” you shoved a spoonful of food to his mouth before you start to eat your own food. The said man just smirk before he started to put insane amount of spice to his food and eat it. Of course he did not forget to secretly putting his warm palm on your thigh.
#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#bakugou katuski x reader#katsuki bakugou#katsuki x reader#bakugou fluff#katsuki bakugo my hero academia
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BNHA ! FIC
Bakugou Katsuki x f!darling
WC: 4.8k
TW: NSFW, derogatory dirty talk, spanking, angsty but with a fluffy ending
ONE MORE TIME?
You hadn’t fucked in a while.
Katsuki would come home late – where being an intern only landed him with shit patrols and shit hours and shit pay – leaving him in a foul mood almost constantly.
You'd put on your most supportive charm and try your best to cater to his needs – being the designated one going grocery shopping and the one to do the laundry as well as clean the house, take the trash out, and make the bed – making sure he’s got nothing to worry about when he comes home.
You don’t really care if it doesn’t align with the rules of feminism – you doll yourself up for him and wear only nice things – making dinner the way you know he likes, with extra spice – asking him about his day.
Being the best, most perfect housewife you could be.
But like always... he's tired and replies only in grunts with a sour scowl on his face – doing his routines seemingly on autopilot – eating, showering, going to bed – leaving you alone in the dark with the dishes.
You sighed, boxing up the leftovers before packing him a lunchbox for work. Tying a handkerchief around it to make sure it wouldn’t accidentally spill in his bag, also so he had something to wipe his mouth with after finishing – and as you centered the corners, knotting them together into a neat little flower, you couldn’t help how your hands began to shake followed shortly but tears slipping down your cheeks.
You slid down the kitchen counter into a thud on the floor, pressing your sleeve over your mouth to try and muffle the small cries that soon spilled over. You don’t want to wake him up. You don’t want him to see you like this. He works too hard; he shouldn’t be bothered by his girlfriend breaking down over nothing.
You just miss him – you miss him so much your whole body aches – even though he’s right there in the next room. You clenched a fist over your heart, feeling it strangle itself inside your ribcage – making your throat seize up, dry where you choked down sobs.
You thought today would be the day. You’d gotten yourself extra ready. Wearing the dress he likes, even the lingerie he likes – not that he’d be able to tell without undressing you first.
You banged your head softly against the cupboards behind you, eyes closed as you calmed down your weeping. Still, you kept your sleeve pressed against your mouth, scared to let even your snivels reach him.
The hand covering your heart dropped into your lap.
You let out a sigh, then thought about his big hands – imagining them – strong and sturdy and warm on your skin – roaming your body in greedy touches. How he manhandles you with his lips pressed against your ear – speaking filth in that awfully low teasing rust of his.
Your hand slipped between your thighs – under your skirt and beneath your panties – with two slim fingers sliding between your lips to gather the needy slick that had pooled there before bringing it up to rub your pearl.
You bit your sleeve, wanting to moan but needing to stay quiet. You can’t let him find you like this. You can’t wake him up over something so unimportant, not to mention embarrassing.
You’re so pathetic. It stung your heart, but still, you kept your fingers working – drawing wet circles into your clit that had become a hard bud under the attention it had been seeking for so long.
You don’t often touch yourself. You just leave it to Katsuki. Your hands are so different it’s nearly impossible to even imagine it’s him – and besides, he does it differently – a specific way you struggle to replicate. Suppose he's gotten to know your body a little better than you over the years.
Still, you get there. Albeit a numb and rather boring high, you still shook as it took you. Though, it didn’t come close to how Katsuki makes you feel.
You just end up feeling ashamed…
Crying and cumming on the kitchen floor while your boyfriend’s in the other room fast asleep after a hard day's work.
You freed your mouth from your sleeve and pulled your other hand out from inside your panties, laying them both in your lap as you mulled it all over. It’s cold and silent and dark, and you wish you’d just rushed along and gone to bed with Katsuki when he’d muttered his goodnight.
You banged your head once again, then picked yourself up from the floor a moment later, releasing a sigh that turned into a yawn while dragging your feet quietly across the floor. You put the lunchbox in his bag before walking yourself to the bathroom. There, you splashed cold water on your face, looking your reflection dead in the eyes. You’d made yourself so pretty today, but he hadn’t touched you at all… he’d barely even looked at you…
You almost cried again but managed to suppress it – washing your face free of mascara and lipstick, then brushing your teeth. You slipped out of your dress and fished one of his worn shirts from the laundry bin. It smelled sweetly musky, like him – fitting you like a tent, reaching longer down your thighs than most of your skirts. It felt nice. You could almost trick yourself into thinking it was him who’d made you cum earlier and not yourself – and that delusion itself was enough to make your chest flutter with warmth.
You snuck into the bedroom and quietly shut the door with a soft click before sneaking under the covers on your side of the bed. He was already asleep. Deep breaths left him steadily while you studied his back in the dim light. He was tense. Maybe you could give him a backrub tomorrow – and maybe he’d fuck you in return?
One can dream…
The thought put a small smile on your face as you soon followed in sleep yourself.
.
He took out the lunchbox you’d made for him, wrapped in a silly handkerchief with a Pomeranian print. His lip quirked up for just a second. You’re such a dumbass.
He and Eijirou had picked a tall place like usual – atop an office building with their legs dangling over the edge. It had become standard procedure.
They didn’t like being bothered during lunch – it prevented them from talking about the things they wanted to talk about, if and when they wanted to talk, and otherwise roped them into meaningless small talk they had no interest in. Eijirou could fake it when he had to, but Katsuki didn’t ever feel as inclined. So it was best for both of them to find someplace exclusive.
Which, more often than not, ended up with them atop a rooftop somewhere along their route.
Katsuki popped the lid and found your note.
Burn it up, Boo!
You’re such a geek. You’re so silly it made him blush sitting there.
Fuck... he misses you...
His nose stung a bit just thinking about it, but he stifled it with a sharp sniffle before it could get any worse.
Unclenching his teeth with a huff, he picked up his food before chomping down on it. How long had it been since he’d held you? Must be since he started his internship, which is what? A month ago already?
He couldn’t wait to run his own agency. He’d own a building just like the one they're sitting on right now – maybe even taller. You could work there as well – you already act as his personal assistant, after all – or maybe that’s just what a girlfriend does. Either way, if you would work with him, he wouldn’t need to miss you so fucking much all the fucking time.
“Mina told me to tell you something- but you need to promise you won’t tell your girl that my girl ratted. Okay?” Kirishima broke through his daydreams. He was holding a sandwich from the cafeteria. Looks like Mina didn’t pack him lunch, Katsuki thought with a small smug smirk. Poor loser.
“What are you blabbing on about now, Shitty-hair?” He asked, taking another bite from his homemade lunch with pride. It couldn’t really get any better than you. Surviving the last few months of his internship wouldn’t be too exhausting with you as his cheerleader.
“Mina told me-” Eijirou started anew but broke himself off before finishing. “Ah fuck it– doesn’t matter. Just listen.”
“I am. Spit it out already.” Katsuki said, unfazed. Not much could annoy him when he was busy thinking about you.
Eijirou hesitated for a moment longer, unsure how he should phrase it. But if memory served him right, blunt honesty had always been rewarded with the impatient ash-blonde – so he decided to be straightforward with it. “Your girl’s gonna leave you if you don’t dick her down soon.”
That got his attention.
“The fuck?” Katsuki barked, whipping his head to the side to glare at him – unchewed food still in his mouth, making his words come out muffled.
He had his mask lifted like a headband, pushing his hair out of the way and allowing Eijirou to see every angry furrow creasing his face.
“Don’t shoot the messenger-” He excused, arms raised with his half-eaten sandwich in his hand. “I’m just tryna help you out.”
Katsuki’s grimace didn’t ease up.
It looked like he was going to say something, but instead, there came a long pause of them just staring intensely at each other.
It was normal. Katsuki had become better at processing things quietly without the need to fling curse words. But still, the frown didn’t lift – only deepened.
“Tch-” He scoffed after a while – looking down at his lunchbox again – fingering the happy Pomeranian handkerchief quietly before muttering, now calmly. “Fuck does Pinkie know…”
Eijirou put his hands down again, turning to look at the city below them, taking another bite of his sandwich – speaking with it in his mouth. “Uhm- she says it’s been a while since the two of you fucked- and that your girl’s trying her best to keep you happy- mh- but that she’s at her wit’s end ‘cause you won’t talk or touch her-”
Katsuki’s frown softened a bit, eyes scanning your handwritten note again. It’s such a small thing, but without it, the day would have still been grey and sour. It was just a piece of paper, but it had felt like a warm kiss on the cheek and turned his mood from annoyed to giddy so seamlessly.
Losing you might just kill him, he thought.
A weak “Fuck-” left him then, along with a sigh. The feeling of dread ripping his chest was nearly enough to make him cry, but he clenched his fists and grit his teeth, and the sting in his eyes relented almost as quickly as it had come.
“That’s girls for you, man...” Eijirou continued. “Talking out their frustrations over coffee and cakes instead of throwing fits.” He laughed, turning his head to look at his unusually still and silent friend. Grinning at the sight of the cute pout that had taken shape on his face. “We could learn a thing or two.” He nudged suggestively.
Katsuki threw him a glance, spotting his shark teeth pulled into a friendly smile. He sighed again, this time with a bit of a bothered groan, knowing that was Eijirou’s way of telling him to open up.
“Not much to complain about…” Katsuki mumbled in an effort to brush the subject off. But the feeling of Eijirou’s round red eyes staring at him intently in wait – goading him into telling more – didn’t relent.
Katsuki wanted to ignore him, but at the same time, there was something inside him that told him he shouldn’t waste the opportunity. In the end, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to share. After all, Eijirou had been beside him for over a decade already, and they weren’t planning on ending their camaraderie any time soon.
He smacked his teeth as though surrendering, offering yet another groan of annoyance. “If she wants me to fuck her, she should just fucking say so-” He spilled. “What am I supposed to do? Read her mind?”
Eijirou laughed again, shaking his head. “Nah, man- this is a proper lady we’re talking about. She’s not gonna be so brazen. She wants her ~man~ to make those demands.” He explained, keeping his smile before quirking his brow at the blonde. “Speaking of… why haven't you?”
Katsuki threw him another glance, but he couldn’t feel more awkward sharing such things, even after such long years of friendship.
Not that Eijirou cared if he was a little rigid. Actually, he found it amusing. Katsuki just needs a little time, but sooner or later, he always cracks. It’s just lucky that Eijirou has the endurance for it.
“I haven't been ‘cause-” Katsuki started, visibly struggling. “I don’t wanna be too-” He stopped again.
“What?” Eijirou pushed, slanting his head.
The blonde threw his head back with yet another groan. “She’s all up and down the house doing chores- I didn’t wanna be a selfish prick asking her to put out as well.”
“Wow, man…” Eijirou chuckled, smacking his hand down on the explosion hero's slumped shoulder. “That’s so manly.” He praised.
But it didn’t take long before his smile turned a little sharper – now with not-so-altruistic intent.
“But uhm…” He snickered. “If not your girl... what have you been doing?”
“None of your fuckin’ business,” Katsuki snapped back with a growl, shaking the makeshift redhead’s hand off his shoulder – his scowl returning to its original glory.
“Oh, come on, man- give us a little something to laugh about~” Ejirou drawled, still with his playful smirk – eagerly waiting.
Katsuki brooded for a moment longer.
But then finally gave in. “The shower… sometimes the car…”
Eijirou laughed, now loudly – boisterously and long enough to make the blonde punch his shoulder. But the assault wasn’t even registered by the sturdy hero, who continued laughing until he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. “That’s not manly.” He said, still with amusement in his voice. “That’s just sad, man.”
“Shut up,” Katsuki grumbled in return, refocusing on his lunch as the other male continued giggling.
“To think you’ve been holding back while your girl’s been pining for it.” Eijirou rubbed salt in the wound, adding insult to injury, before stuffing the rest of his sandwich in his mouth. “Mh- that’s why communication is key.”
Katsuki also took his last bite before repeating his last words. “Shut up, Shitty-hair...”
.
He came home to the smell of cooking and the hefty sound of the kitchen fan. The door swung closed with a loud bang, and you soon walked around the corner – spatula in hand with your apron on.
“You’re home early!” You exclaimed, a smile spreading on your face while rushing over to him. Lifting your heels on your toes to plant a quick kiss on his chin. “Oh-” You gasped, surprised when he enveloped you in a hug instead.
Stunned still for a moment, but then you smiled.
“Welcome home~”
He sighed into you, big hands pressed at the small of your back, swaying you snugly against him – the spatula in your hand smushed between you.
You smelled like sweets, and he smelled of smoke, and you both closed your eyes at the familiar but almost forgotten scent – bodies relaxing, realizing how much they’d missed the other's touch.
He held you there for a while, nuzzling his face into your neck with a low rumble – almost like the purr of a cat – before letting you down slowly.
“Is everything alright?” You asked, looking up at him.
He kept his hands at your sides for a moment longer, his usual unreadable expression donning his face. “Not really.” He revealed, then pressed a kiss onto your forehead. “Talk about it later, I’m starving.”
You wanted to ask but didn’t want to pry – trusting him that you’d talk about it later.
He set the table while you finished cooking, and you thought it a very nice change of pace – smiling with a giggle when he pulled out your chair for you. He was acting strange, but still, you wouldn’t complain.
Dinner went quietly. You kept waiting for him to talk, to tell you what it was that was bothering him, but he never did. You were both done not before long, and you got up to start collecting dishes.
He got up as well. Walking around the table, he stood behind you as he grabbed your wrist softly. “Leave it.” He said – his voice gentle, just above a whisper.
“Katsuki?” You asked, before feeling it – gasping out a surprised “Oh-”
His hand rubbed the silk on your hip, messaging your skin through your dress as he pulled you back against his crotch, where you felt him – fat in his slacks – and nudging into the soft welcome of your butt.
Your chest fluttered with a giddy thrill, flustered and hot already.
“Right now?” You asked in a flushed rush. Bowed with both palms laid flat on the table – cheeks burning and eyes wide.
“Yes.” He replied simply – voice still gentle but sturdy – perhaps a touch strained.
“Here?” You gushed, swallowing your spit.
“Yes.” He repeated, his lips hot on your throat, with kisses and licks and heavy huffs – his chest stiff and weighty with brawn, beating against your back where he haunched over you.
Your breath warbled, rendering your voice to just an unsteady whisper. “Oh- okay-”
He hoisted the skirt of your dress in quick tugs, bunching it over your hips before molding his clothed bulge neatly into your ass – squeezing your hips and pulling you back to meet his movements as he started rolling into you with need.
You let him – waiting with knees somewhat shakey. It had been so long since you’d last felt his lust for you that now it made you nervous. Your cunt was already weeping at the promise – so wet you soaked through your panties. Even your mouth had pooled with water, desperate for what was to come.
You closed your eyes, listening to him buckling up his belt, followed by the heavy sounds of his pants dropping to the floor – then the warm feel of his hefty manhood resting between your asscheeks. You moaned just at the feel of it. Veiny and warm and soft. Your breaths turned even thicker in your throat – so excited you nearly started wagging your butt to urge him into taking your panties off.
He did. Hooking his fingers beneath the lace, he pulled it down your thighs and knees and let it pool around your feet – giving your ass a wet bite on his way up again.
His fingers then found your puffy cunt, giving it a featherlight feel and releasing a strained grunt at the drippy mess discovered there – bathing his fingertips in your arousal. You heard him swallow thickly at your ear – his breath baring hints of something heavier from his gut – almost heaving as he grabbed his shaft and slid himself down through your thighs.
You nearly started whining boohoos, feeling his girth glide between the fat of your inner thighs, glossing itself in the slick from your cunt. Your insides screamed for it. It was all too sadistic for you to handle – you needed to push back into him – a wanton whimper escaping you even as you had your lip tugged between your teeth.
He answered the prayer, his movements controlled yet strained as he steadily guided it between the split of your pussylips until his head caught on your entrance. He hissed, pressing inside you without any prepping – and you sucked in a gasp, stinging at the stretch, taking the fat mushroom-shaped bulb inside you slowly – so overwhelmed your vision blurred with spotted light.
Then you released the prettiest moan – whole body tense with anticipation as he eased the fat length all the way inside your pretty cunt – filling it so good, your thighs quaked with curled toes, sinking your teeth into your lip with eyes squished tightly shut – sighing with a needy whimper once his head nudged deep into your cervix.
You and your body both had forgotten his size. Feeling tunneled. You nearly had the urge to climb away as it rested inside you – every meaty inch stretching you out – but he held you steady at the hips, keeping you still as he nestled deep and completely within your walls – making you pant out like a needy bitch in heat. In the end, you couldn’t do much more than curl your toes into the carpet, eyes flickering with arms nearly giving out beneath you.
You didn’t expect the slap to your ass. “Ah- Katsuki-” You yelped with a buck, clenching down even harder around him.
He gritted his teeth at your pretty cry and did it again – planting his hand down hard into the doughy flesh. Pulling back with his hips and thrusting in again.
You clawed the table, picking up the tablecloth in balled hands – struggling to make breaths – insides fluttering and wavering between the delight of finally being filled and the flighty dread of being split in two – crying at the pain, being stretched so awfully good.
He smacked you again, and this time, you whimpered, reeling from the pain of it – feeling the skin sting and prickle – hot beneath the squeeze he made after, gripping the fat like putty.
“Katsu- s’too rough-” You cried, shaking on his shaft – but also from the pleasure – feeling your head cloudy and hot where your brows cinched up.
He ignored your cry, giving it another hit with his palm. Backing up until only his tip remained inside, then running you through again – pelvis clapping your rear. So deep it choked you, making your tongue loll out of your mouth with your moans. So robbing, you needed to bow down until your tits rested on the table to avoid your arms giving out beneath you – panting as you held onto the feel of his every inch sliding in and out of you. Fucking you so well, you drooled.
“What's this I hear about you leavin’ me, huh?”
A cold rush flushed your body then.
The burn of pleasure suddenly went tense – still there, but vulnerable now. Your heart flared, beating fast – so loud you heard it in your head.
You weren’t able to answer before he’d snuck a hand up your chest and grabbed your throat, lifting you from the table and pressing you back against his chest where his lips could graze the shell of your ear. “I had a lil’ chat with Eijirou earlier. Care to know what he said?” He whispered now, feeling your breath turn thin beneath his hand.
He held you tight, fingers sinking into your jugular – but more so in threat – not rough enough to choke you.
Still, it made you squeeze on him harder.
He didn’t wait for an answer. “He told me that Mina told him that you’ve been having ditzy thoughts about ending things… That true?”
“N-no- that’s not what I said-” You denied with a stutter – chest tight with a need to moan out, feeling the plush bulge of his cock-head knead into your cervix – making a mean outline on your tummy – burrowed so deep it made your thighs shake at the pressure – feeling the onslaught of that tightknit rope within your core begin to fray, soon to snap and let go.
“It's so like you.” He accused coldly, making another harsh thrust into you – cock punching your stomach in the perfect spot. “To go run your mouth with no plans of backing any of it up.”
“B-but I-” You didn’t have your wits with you to defend yourself – busy rubbing your thighs together, chasing the sweet release you felt pursuing.
“Buh-buh-but nothing.” He dismissed – his other hand making way down past your belly button, his fingers soon running over your clit – beginning to rub tight and slow circles into it – making your moans spill past where his hand kept your throat in a lock. “If you wanted me that badly, you should have just asked. But I guess that’s too much for you, isn’t it? You’re just too innocent, aren’t yah?”
You were nearly there until he spun you around. Quickly gathering your thighs, he picked you up and made you straddle him – pushing your back against the wall with a bang that almost had the pictures falling down.
You only moaned, going dumb from the thrill, wrapping your legs around his torso as he sunk back inside you.
“I don’t buy it, sweetheart. Be honest now-” He breathed with a grunt, pressing his forehead against yours, and you slung your arms around his neck. “You’ve been touching yourself without me, haven't you?”
You bit your lip under his interrogating glare, looking into his red eyes through your lashes only to look away – flighty with a tiny whimper before squeaking out a hesitant but honest, “Ye-yes-”
“When?” He pushed with a hiss – wasting no time.
You burned with embarrassment – fingernails denting the swole and sweaty muscles of his back, feeling him dig inside you so deep and hard and fast you couldn’t help but spill with the confession. “Yesterday- after dinner- when you were sleeping-”
“Where?” He added, clenching his jaw at the shy way you nibbled your lip, telling him all your dirty secrets while pinned against the wall, taking him inside your tight wet cunt with such a face that just coaxed him into going harder and faster.
“H-here, on the floor-” You answered, moaning it for him with your breath in your throat.
“Tch-” He scoffed with a groan and a grin – feeling you clench on him, recognizing your mannerisms – you were getting close. “I didn’t know I was living with a little slut.”
“I’m not-” You protested with a whine – giving him the cutest pouty face he’d ever seen.
“Don’t lie.” He barked, slamming into you – making you squeal with a moan, fingers pulling the locks at his nape while clenching on him tight – your breath shuddered, stomach tightening up like a knot before suddenly snapping. He chuckled hotly, feeling you shake from it. “Don’t you fuckin’ try it when you’re cummin’ on my cock like that-”
His lips mushed yours with another groan while you moaned from the release. He gripped your ass tighter, pulling you to meet his rhythm, riding it out of you – biting your lip to finish the kiss.
“Be honest-” He seethed, his voice tight – low and gravelly, thick with arousal. “Where do you want it?”
You quaked at the question, head full of cotton from your orgasm. You looked at him with hearts in your eyes. “Inside me, please, Katsuki~”
“Fuck-” He stuttered – that was the last he could handle before burying himself deep – gripping you tight and keeping you snug against him as he emptied himself with hips jutting – pressing you firmly against the wall behind you.
He kept you there, forehead to forehead, holding his breath down to the very last drop – then let out a long and relieved sigh. But still, he held you there – with sweat running down his temple as he huffed air until both your breathing calmed down. And even then, he didn’t let go.
Instead, he carried you off toward the bedroom – leisurely in his steps as your legs dangled over his arms before placing you both down in the soft bed.
He helped you out of your dress, shimmying it off over your head with your hands lazily raised in the air – then he tore his own shirt off over his shoulders, flexing his back with a stretch and groggy yawn before laying down with a complete sigh.
Throwing an arm over your midriff, heavy and thick with muscles – his hand splayed on the small of your back – holding you snugly – limbs tangled together with your heads propped on the same pillow.
“Next time you’re thinking about touching yourself when I’m asleep, just wake me up.” He grumbled, his eyes already closed.
You gave a breathy giggle, murmuring an “Okay~” with a smile. Looking at his face and the cute blush dusting his cheeks with dew.
He had that small scrunch between his brows like always, twisting his handsome face into something so adorably moody even in his sleep.
His warm breath puffed slow and steady against your face – dewy from his slightly parted mouth.
“Katsuki?” You whispered after a while, tapping your finger on his peck with a soft bite to your lip.
He opened his eyes, sleepy but awake still – blinded by your wide-awake eyes eagerly staring back at him.
“One more time?”
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Bakugou x fem reader
“Hmmmm.” You kissed him again. Those stupidly broad shoulders were blocking anyone’s view, so you let your tongue trace across his lip as you pulled away.
“Dr Pepper.”
He laughed and ran his tongue across the path yours had just taken. “Nah, cream soda.”
“Nuh uh.”
“Yuh huh.“
“But…but cinnamon?”
He laughed again, blowing and popping a red bubble in your face. The unmistakable spice wafted toward you.
“Dammit. That’s cheating.”
“It’s called strategy.” He leaned forward, smirk in full force…ready to kiss the pout and/or puffed cheeks you were giving him in return. He halted as a loud groan erupted behind him.
“The fuck is your problem, phone charger?”
“Duuuuude, finally. I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”
You smiled and sidestepped the man in front of you to see Kaminari spinning at his desk, eyes still glued to the ceiling. The exhale from Katsuki was the only invitation he needed to continue, raising his fingers to count off in front of his face.
“First of all, me not having a cutie come in every day to kiss is a huuuuge problem.”
Katsuki tsked, slid behind you, and rested his chin on the top of your head. You ignored the gentle tugs against your waist in the direction of the door.
“It’s totally not fair. And B, the least you could do is let me watch.”
“The fuck I will, you-“ Kaminari ignored the interruption, continuing on. “Third, do you guys go grocery shopping like every day?” He stopped spinning and cocked his head to the side.
“Grocery shopping?”
“Yea, like you want Dr Pepper. It’s been weeks of you needing something every day…yesterday was mint ice cream, the day before that was coffee, and it’s always something different. It’s weird.”
You laughed, pushing away the hand that had left your waist and was now trying to cover your mouth.
“Don’t you dare tell that perv.” You laughed harder at the whine in his voice as you broke free and hid behind Kaminari’s chair.
“We aren’t grocery shopping. We’re playing a game.”
“Oh, can I play?” You clutched your side as the image of that made your laughter more intense.
“You absolutely can fucking not.” Bakugou nearly growled the words.
“Why not? You’re so mean, man.”
You wiped the tears from your eyes. “Charge, the game is guessing the chapstick flavor.” Kaminari rolled his head back to look up at you.
“Guessing the chap-“ his eyes widened as Bakugou let out a huff in your direction. “Ohhhh, I see…” He smiled and winked at your boyfriend, who was now successfully tugging you toward the door. “I could totally play that. So what will you wear for us tomorrow?”
“Not wearin’ anything for you tomorrow, idiot.”
“That’s hot, bro.”
You giggled as Katsuki’s ears became the brightest part of his costume.
“Shut the fuck up and get back to work.”
You were both nearly in the hallway when you heard one last shout behind you.
“Wait! Does that mean you have like 237 different lip glosses?”
You laughed, pushing Katsuki forward as he tried to turn and launch himself back into the room.
Finally had a story caught in my head. First thing I’ve finished and didn’t hate in a while. Hope you like it. 🖤 slowly unblocking my brain
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