bakuwhore house

"You can hang out with us, you know," he says one day. "I ain't chasing you off."

"Oh-" you draw.

"That's not the best idea," Ochako says with a polite laugh.

"I'm best in short bursts," you say. "I would if I could."

He doesn’t even know what to do, he’s so caught off guard.

One second he was being his usual self, short tempered, too blunt, a little brash.

The next, you’re in front of him absolutely laying into him.

And not in that nervous, stumbly way people usually do around him either.

No.

You’re pissed.

“Get it together or get lost Katsuki. You’re a grown ass man, figure it out.” you snap, voice sharp.

And all he can do is stare at you.

It’s the first time he’s ever seen you angry.

He’d honestly started to think you didn’t have it in you, always so damn patient and sweet.

He’s standing there, mouth slightly agape.

A whole pro hero.

One of the strongest people around.

Getting chewed out by someone half his size and somehow losing.

He knows he looks dumb right now, he’s vaguely aware of it at least.

But the way you defend yourself, the fierce look in your eye that’s unwilling to back down.

It stirs something in him, something… hot and almost primal.

When you finally finish your rant, chest heaving and anger slowly simmering, he’s practically staring at you with stars in his eyes.

Your angry little frown deepens, “Anything to say?”

“No ma’am”, is all that comes out, cool and calm.

You huff, turning around and grumbling under your breath.

And he just watches you leave, heart beating hard under his ribs.

He thinks about it for the rest of the week.

..Then the week after that.

Then one day, retelling the story to Kirishima who’s got that dumb smug grin on his face, he realizes he hasn’t stopped thinking about the look in your eyes since.

And that’s when he knows.

He’s completely screwed.

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Afternoon nap.

All characters are adults 18+.MDNI.

you know bakugou is upto something.

eyeing him suspiciously as he moved around the house; it started with him doing the dishes immediately after lunch, before moving onto laundry, three different loads, he moved to the balcony, hanging them to dry.

most suspicious of all, he didn't join you during your afternoon lounging session, somehow resisting your figure sprawled on the couch, basking in the warm glow of the sunlight.

it's later in the afternoon, when your suspensions are confirmed.

"oi, babe," he whispered against the shell of your ear, hands splayed on your sides, his body almost laying flat over yours, "lift your hips up."

you groaned, lazily lifting your torso, letting him drag your underwear down the length of your legs, pocketing the garment for later.

"what are you upto, suki?" you mumbled, arms sluggishly wrapping around his shoulders, head tilting away to give him access to your neck.

"was good today," he muttered along the skin of your collarbones, pressing feather light kisses against the exposed skin, "thought I'd reward myself."

you let him, melting into the pillows, eyes closed, dozing in and out of sleep, let his hands wander over your body, let him map out your shape.

"I'll go get snacks, mmkay?" he pressed a sweet kiss against your mouth, unbothered as you grimace slightly at being disturbed, unbothered as parts of his lips press against your teeths instead of your lips.

you nod your head, expecting him to go the kitchen, fix himself a plate of orange slices and chocolates or some other abomination he's craving.

instead of leaving he crawls lower, half on the floor and half on the pillows you have laying around, arms curling under your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders.

oh. oh.

he's craving something salty, something tangy something that tastes like your skin, something musky—

"fuck—" he hissed, eyes widening as he looks at your glossy folds, glistening in sunlight, peeking through the thick coarse hairs, he'll never let you shave again—

you roll your hips, sleepy and horny, thighs locking his head in place whilst you tried to ground your core on his face.

"be good." you murmured against the pillow, hand languidly settling in his heads, pulling him closer.

"always am." he pouted, pressing kisses along your thighs, slobbering over the skin, before pressing against your heated core, tongue licking at your entrance, lapping up the slick.

you let out a low moan, let him take control, hand running through his hairs, petting the top of his head when he swirled his tongue on your clit just right.

bakugou breathed in your scent, tip of his nose nudged against your clit, tongue digging dip into your warm, sticky walls, hands tracing shapes on your skin.

you feel warmth pooling in your belly, walls spasming around his tongue, hand sneaking down to rub tight circles on your clit.

he groaned, messily lapping at your fingers, using his tongue to gather mixture of slick and spit to smear on your clit, your fingers gliding over the bud with ease.

it doesn't take long for you to cum, fingers pressed against your throbbing bud, walls tingling where he's probing his tongue.

you go limp on the pillows, thin layer of sweat covering your body, the thought of cleaning up lingering at the back of your mind.

"I'll clean you up." he murmured, grabbing your hand and licking your fingers clean, moaning around the digits, shameless and utterly horny.

you doze off again, feeling bakugou get comfortable between your thighs, enjoying his afternoon snack.

I do not have some decent thoughts about this new ran’s timeline.

“lemme suck on it.” you whine, pawing at katsuki’s sweats.

“oh my god.” he side eyes you and scoots to the other end of the couch.

“c’mon pretty.” you purr.

“you sound like a creep.” his blush rises up his neck.

“so it’s a crime to think my boyfriend is hot?” you crawl into his lap. “and pretty.” you bury your fingers in his hair. “and ridiculously cute when he’s blushing.”

“you-” he groans when you roll your hips. “you asked to suck on it.” his pupils blown wide.

“mhm.” you lean down and press your lips to his neck.

you grind your hips against lap, feeling his cock start to harden beneath you with your slow movements. his phone is forgotten and his hands find your waist while you hump against him. you tug his hair and tilt his neck back, smirking at the groan that leaves his lips.

“does my pretty boy want a kiss?” you whisper, lips brushing against his softly.

“yes.” he squeezes your hips.

you press your lips to his and roll your hips, tugging softly at his hair as he groans into your mouth. you pull back and he slowly blinks up at you, lips a little more swollen. he leans up for another but you sit back, grinding against him a little harder.

“ask.” you look down at him.

“another kiss.” he’s breathless already.

“good boy.” his hips jerk up into yours. “ohhh i know, baby.”

your lips fall to his and you quicken your movements, knowing it won’t take much when he’s already so reactive. he gasps when your tongue slides agaisnt his, caressing and guiding while he melts below you. he’s moaning into your mouth, hips canting up on their own accord as the pleasure rises in his lower abdomen.

“fuck your gonna make me cum.” he tosses his head back and you press your lips to his throat.

“want you to cum for me.” you nod, grazing your teeth against his hot skin. “then we’ll take a shower.”

“what-hic! what about you?” his hands on your hips clamp down and move you faster.

“want you to cum for me katsuki.” you whisper. “be a good boy and cum.” you smile feel the full body tremor and then the way his thighs stiffen as he fills his pants. “that’s good, baby.” you place one last kiss on his neck and get up to lead him to the shower.

to these small bullet ones and pale pink vibrator wands. then these seven inch black veined dildos, a purple five inch one with ridges, a six inch smooth mauve one and multiple with those clit rabbit heads. a rose, one he is unable to describe but he thinks is for your clit. these hot pink suction nubs for your nipples, a remote for god knows what, batteries and a load of wires. then a bottle of lube. a big one that’s half full. the least surprising item is the unwrapped box of condoms.

“what the fuck?” he utters and when you walk in behind him you laugh.

“no, not that drawer! the one below it!” you say, closing away all your toys and opening the other one, pulling out your white phone charger.

“you… you have so many,” bakugou breathes and he has to blink two more times than necessary to not imagine you using one. fuck.

you shrug, “not really. my friends gifted me some, some were on sale and some were recommended online.”

you’re so casual about it, the fact he found over fifteen toys beside your bed, roaming freely that it empowers him. he pulls out the drawer again. clears his throat.

“w-which is your favourite?” he doesn’t know why he’s stuttering. his dick is hardening by the second. you in the morning with the sunlight streaming in using that dildo with the rabbit head. or you in the evening after work on your bed, with the vibrator with the big head. you like when he rolls you on your stomach during sex, do you use your toys like that too? nipples pinched, dildo in, vibrator on your clit?

“oh my god katsuki. you’ve gone all red,” you giggle, placing your hand on his forearm to reach up to kiss the corner of his mouth on your tiptoes, “are you imagining me using them?”

“no,” he blurts, then roughly wipes his nose. he flicks his eyes down your body, “i do wanna see you use them. if you’d want?”

“you know we’re dating now? you don’t have to be so nervous talking about sex.”

you’re so confident, winking at him, still not closing the drawer. he imagines you cleaning them in your bathroom, wrists flicking down the plastic cocks, wet and soapy after orgasming minutes ago.

“i’m not fuckin’ nervous,” he looks at the drawer, then back to your smiling face, “use one for me. on your bed.”

you raise your eyebrows and he rolls his eyes.

“please.”

甚尔：叫我爸爸 / art by cheng