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Virgin bkg who’s so painfully stupid but acts so arrogant. And when it’s getting heated and you’re making out and want to see his dick… he gets all shy and embarrassed because he doesn’t know if it looks normal or as good as the other ones you’ve seen. When you ask what’s wrong he tells you it’s curved and you think it’s like BENT then he lets you see and it’s the prettiest most orgasm inducing upward curve you’ve ever seen on a dick.
bakugou katsuki knows why he is a virgin. it’s pretty simple really despite the fact he is surrounded by beautiful women often. socialites, the new buzzing influencers, actors and pro heroes like.
it’s because he’s obsessed with his job. always has been. since he was a child who was dreaming of becoming a hero, to his teenage years fighting wars to now in his early twenties, working towards becoming number one.
women and mostly importantly, getting his dick wet, has never been number one on his list of priorities. sure he’d go to film premiers for that hero franchise he loves, occasionally a gorgeous woman would talk to him.
but the thing about growing up uninterested in sex and the only women around him being his friends that share the same heroic goals… well bakugou has never been very good at flirting. which again, was mostly okay since he would just walk away when a woman was about to talk to him.
until he met you that is. the first woman to make him dream of more, that made him unable to get through a shower without tugging one out to the thought of you. that during patrols, he’d think about texting you. what are you up to? where are you? when the hell can he kiss you next?
anyone is experienced compared to bakugou. he’s kissed a girl once in his third year of ua. he’s made out with two in his early twenties.
but now at twenty six this is first time having a woman in his apartment, on his bed, on his lap. he feels like a rabid animal. unsure where to put his hands with the desperate need to touch everywhere so he leaves them on the globes of your ass, squeezing every few seconds when all the feelings inside of him gets intense.
he knows he’s flushed red. he knows his dick is hard and you can feel it through your leggings. but you’re so perfect, leading the moment, letting him react however the hell he wants.
bakugou releases a loud moan when you stick your tongue down his throat, breasts pressed against his chest like you want to live in his skin. he’s never felt a woman like this before, he feels as if the word virgin is in capital letters printed onto his forehead.
he hasn’t told you directly he is but he thinks you know.
“you’re so… fuck. this is so fucked up,” he breathes into your mouth and your fingers rake up into the hair on his nape.
your grin makes his heart skip a beat, falter slightly and he swears he gets winded.
you’re out of breath, chest heaving and your pussy is a centimetre away from sitting on his cock.
“why’s it fucked up? you okay?” you brush your nose against his softly, smoothing out his eyebrow with your thumb. “you look hot, do you want to take your top off?”
you’re being so sweet to him and he appreciates it, he does. but as soon as he knows what he’s doing he’s gonna treat you right. properly.
for now, he’s just worried he doesn’t have what it takes.
“oh, err, fuck. sorry, yeah i will,” he mumbles to you, yanking off his white tee from the neckline.
bakugou enjoys how your eyes glow, scanning his half naked body like it’s something you can eat. your hands immediately flatten against his chest. down his toned abdomen. up to his fat squishy pectorals. he’s never had someone touch him like this. he couldn’t be harder.
“you don’t have to apologise, you know. this is new for us both.”
“you’re not the fuckin’ virgin here.” he bites, “i’ve never even had a woman in my room.”
he can tell you like that idea. you inch closer to him on his lap, your hands are back on his shoulders. you brush your lips over his.
“i don’t know how. look at you.”
and you’re back to making out with him. slower this time. tasting all the flavour from his tongue.
you softly bite down on his bottom lip and like a ring of the doorbell, bakugou opens up to let you in. it’s wet peck after wet peck, tilting your head to taste more of him. he’s eager, too eager ducking closer to you, as to not waste any time with your lips off his. you can only think that if he kisses with this much passion, you’re dying to know how he’d fuck.
bakugou tightly grips your ass and without meaning to, he shoves you directly onto his cock.
you mewl like a cat, hips grinding down onto him like you can’t help it. “you feel so good, ‘tsuki.”
you feel good because of him. him.
your tongue sneaks into his mouth, twirls and brushes against his. he learns quickly, you’ll give him that. his tongue dances against yours, licking up everything you offer. you feel his body vibrate, his dick twitch. you begin sucking on his tongue and that’s when he releases a harsh grunt. you’re soaked.
“let me see it.” you palm his cock through his shorts, “let me see.”
bakugou opens his eyes, pulls away from your mouth for a moment.
“i… fuck.” he’s back to mumbling. then stupidly, he looks down at the lump in his fabric.
“you… you don’t have to?” you offer, unsure about his wide eyes, “we can keep kissing?”
“it’s just that… it’s just….,” bakugou looks up to the ceiling.
he’d love for you to touch him, do anything to him but nobodies seen his dick before. sure he’s seen some porn videos and he’s never seen a dick like his in them. he’s googled and nothing said there’s anything particularly wrong about his.
but what if you find it weird, what if it puts you off him completely?
“talk to me, baby,” you push, laying a kiss on his jaw. then making a line down his neck. “wanna make you feel good.”
he’d like that.
“listen. seriously.”
you pull off him at that, sitting up on his lap, your hands at his waist. he is stupidly gorgeous. puffy pink lips because of you. his long straight eyelashes. his beautiful cheekbones and that eyebrow slit.
“i’m listening. tell me anything.” you soften your tone, trying to get the horny out your eyes. your tits are basically spilling out your vest top and you don’t miss bakugou’s pupils darting to from them every few seconds.
“i think…. i…”
you don’t speak.
katsuki takes a deep breath. he almost shouts without meaning to. “nobody has seen my dick before but me. right?”
you nod with a frown, unsure where this is going. “okay. nothing’s wrong with that.”
bakugou winces. he isn’t built for this. he’s always been attractive physically. his body works better than the average. can run at speed, stealthy, built for hero work. his quirk is best of the best and is only getting stronger by the day. but using it for sex? that’s something he’s got no clue about.
“it might not be normal lookin’? like it works fine, i’ve never had any problems with it? but it might be odd for you.”
you’re immediately imagining the worst. it’s not small. you felt it a second ago between your legs. heck, you’ve seen it when he walks around in those stupid grey joggers. oddly coloured, oddly shaped? is it too big?
“what’s wrong?” you tilt your head.
his whole face is flushed. a beautiful pink to the apples of his cheeks. you would kiss them if he wasn’t so serious right now.
he closes his eyes, leans his head back on his headboard. his hands stay on your thighs. you tap his chest.
“c’mon tell me.”
he exhales sharply.
“my dick is fuckin’ curved. to the left. i don’t know why.” he blurts, embarrassment written all over him, “it’s always been like that.”
for him to be this stressed about it, it must be abnormal. is it like a hook? you’ve seen one like that on one of those medical reality shows. would it be able to go inside if you? you so badly want him inside of you.
you shrug. you can’t imagine anything about this man being less than perfect. “it can’t be that bad, baby.”
you rub his chest soothingly but his face doesn’t soothe you one bit.
“i’m fuckin’ sorry. i brought you here and we’re goin’ so well and—,”
“let me see. let me see your dick, c’mon,” you smile softly.
you sink your hand to touch his crotch again.
“you sure? i don’t want you to be put off me like i’m a freak—,”
“katsuki. come on.”
it’s in slow motion. you mouth immediately start salivating, his hands grip the elastic waistband of his shorts. he pulls them down in one go with his underwear.
“oh katsuki. baby…. honey.”
this man has nothing to worry about. bakugou katsuki has on him, a cock they can rival your favourite dildos. it curves to the left, a smooth pleasing curve that you already know will hit your softest spots. you swallow your spit, your hands inching up his thighs. it’s darker at the base, twitching under your attention with two round balls (one a little larger than the other) at the bottom.
he is hefty. heavy. thick like a three trunk with veins darting up the sides. you imagine the weight of it in your mouth. the deep pinkish purplish head on your tongue. most of all, you imagine it curved inside, pushing a sweet orgasm out of you.
of course, this big idiot didn’t know what he had on him. part of you wants to lie, never let him know how good he has it so he doesn’t go around sharing his goods. but you need to, it’s written all over your face.
“you must be joking, katsuki,” you hum, delighted. you run your finger down his shaft.
his hips jolt, eyes lazing slightly from your attention. he’s so hard it’s getting painful.
“what? what? spit it out.”
“you need to fuck me. doesn’t have to be now but someday. you have to.” you whine, “you don’t get it at all.”
“what? it’s not a problem? this okay with you?” he stutters, unable to keep a steady head as you sink down the bed to rest your chest on his legs. now you’ve got your face right in front of his dick, as if you’re measuring the curve by degrees.
you want to lick him.
“you’ve got a pornstar dick. a dick they base dildos off of,” you breathe. the look in your eye is wild, untamed. “you’d feel amazing. even if you don’t know how to use it. you need let me bounce on it.”
bakugou blinks down at you. he doesn’t quite believe what he’s hearing, fuck, he doesn’t know what to do about you. not one bit did he think you’d even have this reaction.
“w-what… i know how to use my own dick.” is all he can manage but you shake your head.
you flick your eyes up to him, “we’re gonna learn together, okay? can i… can i…” you give him one lick up his shaft.
bakugou’s sure he’s about to come any second now.
“y-yes but be fuckin’ careful. i don’t wanna nut on your face.”
i think being the partner of bakugou is learning to accept you’re in a relationship essentially with two people.
you’re in a relationship with pro hero dynamight, the guy who still snarls at camera crews for being too close. the guy who’s hands sometimes cause more destruction than intended. the guy who jumps up and down the hero charts like he’s on a trampoline because the public can’t decide if they love him or hate him for how crass he is
but you’re also in a relationship with bakugou katsuki. the man who is quiet in his own home, who watches you closely and learns your patterns, your routines. who leaves you a glass of your favourite drink on hot summer days. the man who smiles freely and speaks in a soft tone no one thought possible. who will always, no matter what, leave you with a kiss on the lips and forehead before he has to become a public spectacle.
✦ katsuki and his shy girl making out ⸝⸝ .ᐟ
cinnamon lingers in the air, the pale wall blurs your vision, and your ears are swallowed by the low hum of the AC — well, that and the sounds of his lips against your neck.
"you nervous?" he questions, although he already knows the answer.
since stepping into katsuki's apartment, you've barely spared him a glance — a quiet aura of hesitation clinging to your every move.
it's not that you and katsuki haven't kissed before — pecks on the lips do count — it was that you'd yet to kiss him like this. with your legs on either side of his lap, your bra the only thing left between you, and your breath dancing in the small space between your lips.
katsuki's warm, very warm — almost overwhelmingly so. his chest sticking to the lace of your bra and his body pressed so close it makes it hard to think.
his hands are like a heated weight over the small of your back, coasting over ridges and curves on your skin as he tries to soothe your obvious tension — keyword: tries.
because as his lips trail from the dip in your collarbone to the shell of your ear — you feel all sanity getting lost underneath his fingertips.
"you in there?"
honestly, you're not quite sure. "mhm, yeah i'm here"
you nod as if you're trying to convince yourself, too — ignore how the sudden closeness of his lips makes your cheeks heat and your heartbeat sound in your ears. flurries of panic only burrowing their way to your throat when his hands suddenly cup your face.
"no, you're fuckin' not"
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warnings .ᐟ fluff, alcohol consumption, smoking, smut ( mdni ), unprotected sex ( do not do that ) fingering, oral, praising, soft dom james, reader finds out she likes the whole submissive ordeal, drunk sex kinda, very very light choking ( just hand around the neck atp) a looooot of praising like a crazy amount.
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Heaven Forbid
Best friend Satoru has started dating but why does it bother you so much?
Part-5 | Masterlist - Play this!
Summer comes and goes, winter follows and then monsoon. Seasons have a habit of leaving, of changing, of becoming something else entirely. Friendship, however, was different.
A friendship never truly disappears.
Even when years pass, circumstances change and more so when the thread connecting two people become frayed and worn from time and distance. Pieces of it alway remain.
In gifts tucked away in drawers. In songs that immediately remind you of them. In birthdays marked on calendars long after they stopped mattering to anyone else. In movie characters they loved, books they forced you to read, inside jokes nobody else would understand. Sometimes all it takes is hearing a certain name, a certain phrase, and suddenly they were there again, living somewhere in the back of your mind.
daydreaming abt podcaster!reader who (a little while after she n bkg get together) had her first argument with him, and she’s trying to record an episode but he won’t stop blowing up her phone!!! even threatens to come over until she talks to him ughhh
your first ever proper argument!!! i feel i’ve got sex podcaster reader and popular personal life podcaster reader too but for this i don’t think we need to be specific.
trying to record and usually you put your phone on do not disturb for the hour and a half you set aside. and with my phone, if someone calls me more than twice, my phone will start ringing outside of do not disturb because it thinks that person is having an emergency lol
so you’re mid talking about your weekend, a permanent frown on your face because you’re still pondering the argument you had this morning with your boyfriend before he left for work. till your phone starts vibrating on the table, interrupting your flow mid sentence.
katsuki’s name lights up the screen, including a picture of him you took of him laying his head in your lap looking up at you.
you press decline. you’re working!!
you continue your story, mid sentence again and his face lights up your screen. another decline.
you groan, looking up at the camera to check it’s still recording. you’ve got ten text messages from the man.
then it rings again and this time you pick up, glaring down the lens like it’s your boyfriend in the other side.
“oh shit! you picked up! i’m sorry, sorry for this mornin’—,”
“katsuki,” you sigh, “i’m recording and you keep calling me.”
“‘cause i know you’re sittin’ at home still mad at me. stop.”
you roll your eyes, trying to bite away a snigger. he’s probably in his office at this time, finished up a midday patrol.
“you’re annoying me,” you mumble, brushing off some dust from your desk, then looking at yourself in the viewfinder. “wasting my memory card space on this conversation.”
“look down the lens for me so i can watch this back.”
involuntarily you do. eyelashes flicking up, your camera blurring everything in the background.
he knows you look, so he continues.
“‘m sorry, baby. i was a fuckin’ idiot this mornin’.” you can hear him rub a palm over his face, “i was overwhelmed by everythin’ i have to do today and got stupid and snappy. not an excuse though. hate upsettin’ you.”
your body softens in real time. shoulders dropping, eyebrows back into their natural shape.
“you still there?”
“yes,” you mumble, “i want you to say more.”
“let me see you tonight. apologise properly.”
“fine. peonies are in season.”
bakugou laughs down the line, “i know that, baby. that was already on my mind. what were you talkin’ about? how shit your boyfriend is?”
you giggle lightly, pulling lint off your trousers, “that was going to be the next segment actually.”
“add that i’m going to treat you so good tonight, cook you dinner, get you gifts and apologise on my knees.”
“will you? i want you on your knees.”
“‘course…. then i’ll have you on my face—,”
“okay i’m hanging up now,” you grin, “need to go back to work, you too.”
“see you at six. love you baby. sorry again.”
“love you too.”
Just saw a delicious edit of Katsuki and Satoru that's my dream Eiffel Tower moment oh I neeeeeed that to happen 😍
╰┈➤ ꒰🕸🍒┊Explaining | Katsuki Bakugou꒱
Can’t stop thinking about this post by @tired-biscuit and thinking even harder about catching Katsuki one night.
Will this turn into a thing? Maybe— (update from future! me: This is somehow 2.7k. I don’t know if it even makes any sense, mush brain. It’s midnight. Christ. Edited and added a little read more thing)
『♡』 f! reader, best friends to lovers, m masturbation, piv sex, arguing, anxious katsuki for a bit, some praise, fingering, idk guys sex stuff, unedited bc I wrote it half asleep
Katsuki fucks his fist sloppy, chewing on the end of his shirt. Slippery beads of precum well up and spill down the shaft and he circles his thumb over the head.
He chokes back a moan and squeezes harder, slamming his hips forward desperately in need of release. The tension in his body has been pulling like a rubber band for hours. It stretches farther and farther every time.
Tonight was torture for him. You’d worn those stupid shorts and a loose crop top. You never wear a bra under your crop tops, let alone around him.
Every time you’d lift your arms too high he’d get a peek of your pretty tits and jerk his head to the side. Your shorts were no different— showing off the underside of your ass cheeks and tight enough he could just make out the outline of your pussy. Normally both would be fine but, fuck.
His strokes get faster while his mind fuzzes. Lust clouds his thought process as he shoves the guilt to the back of his mind to deal with later. His face feels numb, his lips tingle, the metaphorical rubber band pulls tighter.
Tighter. Like his fist is while it squeezes down on his cock and spreads the precum all over him.
Tighter. Like he’s sure your pussy would be as it was wrapping around him and sucking him with each thrust.
The end of his t shirt is wet and slobbery. A thin sheen of sweat coats his body and the slapping wet noises of his thrusts is getting louder. His brows furrow as he closes overwhelmed eyes. With the sound of the water running in the background he doesn’t even hear you coming.
You’re usually a little loud when you’re sleepy and heading to the bathroom. Your feet amble beneath you without too much sense, body heavy, mind foggy— you’re a sweet little thing when you’re sleepy. One too many times has he woken to you running into walls while trying to get into the bathroom.
But he doesn’t hear you this time.
He pants and whines a little in the back of his throat, sloppily fucking his hand. He’s focused on the thought of you up under him. Sliding your shorts to the side and letting him eat your pussy. Bouncing on his cock in that big shirt you stole from him a year or two ago.
He’s a goddamn mess. The tension and heat in his tummy gets tighter, tighter, until he feels like he might pass out. The world is about to allow him the grace of relief.
And then you sleepily open your bathroom door. You’re still half awake with drool on your face and your eyes hardly open. You’d changed into comfier shorts and kept the crop top, which was now riding up on one side so that your tit was on display.
“Gotsta’ pee,” You blink hazily trying to figure out why your bathroom smells like fresh salted caramel.
╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🌶 ┊Katsuki fucks like he can’t live w out you
『♡』 unprotected sex, spitting in mouth, cum eating, pussy licking, creampie, squirting, f!reader, reader has acrylics, biting
Katsuki fucks like he’s going to die without you. His hands shake despite his rough grip on your hips, yanking you down onto his cock. You gasp and moan every time he does it, fingers desperately searching for something to grip onto.
His mouth finds yours, tongue invading your mouth, like he’s hungry. It’s like he’s trying to devour you. He wants to take your soul and keep it. Make it his- make you his.
“Fuck fuck fuck-“ He gasps, face tingling and shaking with pleasure.
Your pussy is squelching, frothing at the base as slick juices run between the two of you. His thick hand reaches to your jaw, thumb pushing between the plush of your lips.
He pries your mouth open and spits, a long string of saliva drizzling into your mouth. Your head throws back against the mattress and you squeal. The coil in your stomach begins to grow taut.
Your hand reaches to blond hair, tugging him lower and you push his spit back into his mouth with your tongue. He groans into the kiss before pulling back.
Katsuki snatches a pillow from his side of the bed, hooking his arm under your knees to lift your ass. It’s placed under your lower back and he shoves your knees to your shoulders, folding you in half.
The angle makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Thick, hot, heavy dick slamming into you with long strokes. He’s got to be in your stomach- you can feel it. The head pushes against the spongey spot inside you and squirt gushes from your pussy onto the both of you.
“Give it to me, y’feel like- oh-“ Katsuki babbles, watching you frantically nod your head.
Your pussy clenches around him and he’s on cloud nine. Acrylic nails dig into his shoulders, your teeth clamp down on the side of his throat. It’s raw- needy and desperate.
He can’t get enough of you. Stray hair sticks to the side of his face, sweat beads at the nape of his neck. His muscles are almost sore from fucking into your tight cunt. And he can’t stop.
He’s addicted. You begin rambling between moans and gasps, telling him filthy things. How he’s god, that you’re in love with him, no one’s gonna ever compare. And the coil in your tummy snaps.
Because he presses his cock against that special spot and stays. As much as it pains him he doesn’t move, waiting. And you explode, clear juice spurting from your pussy and all over his cock and pillow.
Your head throws back and you scream, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes. He’s the closest to heaven he’ll ever be when you tell him to cum inside you.
And god, he does. His fingers dig into the plush of your thigh and he clamps his jaw, teeth marking your shoulder. His hips stutter and he slams his length into you. His entire body goes taught and he fills you. Katsuki starts whining at the thought of what he’s doing.
He can feel his cock head pressed against your cervix now. If there was a way, he’d go further. But for now his cum fills your pussy, drenching the inside of your walls. He pushes your hips up.
“Don’t let it out, fuck- don’t.” Katsuki rasps, fingers running through his hair to move it out of the way.
He laps at your pussy and you squirm in his grip. He’s slurping his own cum out of you like it’s his last meal on this god forsaken earth. Licking at the squirt on your ass, his white ropes, sucking at your clit. You buck up and fuck into his mouth a bit, trying to ride his tongue and escape all the same.
You cum like that, shaking and writhing. He leaves a smack to your ass and shoves his cock back into you, fucking the cum that’s left back in. He’s got one more in him.
You get flipped over to your chest, where his cock is bullying that same spot again. And you just can’t stop squirting. It’s everywhere. The bed is soaked, you’re soaked, he’s soaked.
He finishes in you again after you’re drooling all over the bed and desperately begging for it. He thinks about another round. He doesn’t know how long he can go without you.
Cause to him you put the stars in the sky and your pussy tastes better than water to a man dying of dehydration.
Freaked outtttt I need him so bad

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claws ೃ༄* k.bakugou
℘. synopsis: katsuki loves when you get a fresh full set of nails, especially when they’re sharp enough to mark him up. (w/c: 2.1k+)
℘. warnings: fluff, smut (p in v, mating press), scratching kink, mentions of blood, fem reader.
℘. a/n: first time writing smut so apologies if this is buns, but this might just be my favourite thing i’ve ever written Σ(O_O)
"Damn that's good, keep going," he groaned through a gritty voice, eyes fluttering shut as he relished the rapture of the moment.
"Katsuki, my hands are getting tired."
"I don't care, I said keep going."
Whining in irritation, you forced your hand through numerous cramps to sustain the gentle rhythm of massaging circles into his scalp. To Katsuki, it's a necessity that after you have your nails freshly done, he settles into your lap—head softly cushioned by your chest as he expectantly waits for head scratches.
Not that you'd planned on getting them done anytime soon. Before today, they'd been in a sorry enough state to earn weeks of blatant complaints from him. These aren't doing the job anymore, I can't feel a damn thing, they're useless, fix it.
In reality, your nails weren't entirely horrible. They just looked like they’d been carrying the same mundane identity for far too long—chipped edges, and faded gel polish hinting it was time for redo.
As a half-assed retort, you told him that to get your nails done, he’d have to pay this time. Although, your threat to his bank account was proven to be futile as when you’d woken up this morning, your eyes were politely greeted with a hefty wad of cash atop your nightstand. Observing closer, the white glint from a ripped piece of paper nearby swiftly caught your eye.
go do your nails or whatever it is you brats do. obviously I gave you extra, so treat yourself to something else. i’ll be home around 7
love,
𝒦
Smiling to yourself, you mindlessly reached for your discarded phone, before immediately clicking onto Pinterest.
The memory faded as a lazy tug on the hem of your shirt pulled you into the present of the evening. Looking down, your eyes met garnet ones that glared back at you in faux annoyance.
"Oi. Quit spacing out, and keep scratching."
"Sorry, sorry," you lightly chuckled, keeping a hand carding through the roots of his blonde locks as the other traced the fine hairs prickling his neck. Katsuki's eyes narrowed at the amusement in your voice.
"Stop laughing."
"Then quit acting like you enjoy this," you smirked.
A scoff passed his lips, but they way he nudged his head into your hand completely undermined whatever argument he was about to make.
"Don't start."
"I didn't say anything."
"Your face did."
Exaggerating the falseness of his claim, you attempted to relax all the muscle in your face, a blank expression easing your features.
"There. Happy?" You asked flatly.
"No."
You quirked a brow. The man looked away first, an undeniable hue of pink dusting his ears.
"You look prettier when you're smiling."
The teasing response sitting on the tip of your tongue died as you were caught off guard, enough for your fingers to still for a fraction of a second. Something in the way he said it, so matter-of-fact, made your pulse trip.
His eyes flickered up at you, aimless gaze falling to your lips briefly before flitting back to your eyes.
"What?" You questioned, an undeniable hue of pink now dusting your own cheeks.
Bakugou doesn't answer you right away.
Instead, he holds your look for a second longer, whilst his hand loosens on your shirt to slide lower—firmly resting on your hip.
He breathes out, "Tch, you're infuriating," the blonde dipped his head forward, catching your lips in a feather-light kiss that seemed to deepen as his grip tightened. It was intoxicatingly warm, and slow, a deliberate exploration that left you breathless and aching for more.
"You think I'm pretty?" You huffed into his parted lips, nails scraping his skin as your fingers curled into the hairs of his nape—eliciting a satisfied groan.
"I think," Katsuki muttered, his breath mingling with yours in the narrow space between you, "you ask stupid questions."
What started as a tentative movement became a demanding pace. Faces crashed together with bruising pressure, bodies mutually surrendering to one another, whilst tongues slipped past the slicked seal of lips, consuming total focus.
Reluctantly tearing yourselves apart, your foreheads rested against each others.
"You should put those nails to use."
"How so?"
"Y'know I love it when you mark the fuck outta' me." The man moaned lowly just at the thought.
Without another word, he pushed himself off of your figure, grasping your ankles before pulling you down the sofa to lie flat.
"I like to imagine how hard your nails can dig into my skin,” While divulging his fantasy, Katsuki began to strip your bodies feverishly, clothing and undergarments jettisoned across the wooden floor of the apartment, leaving you both bare and vulnerable, “so hard it scars for everyone to see and know that I'm yours."
As he leaned over you, breaking what little space was left, your wandering eyes couldn't help but flick down to his hips—heart skipping in arousal once you saw the semi-hard length enlargening between his thighs.
"Like what you see?" You gently nodded, suddenly unable to talk as your mouth watered, rendering your jaw shut. A roughened hand trailed up your side, cupping the soft curve of your breast, briefly tweaking a stiff nipple between two of his fingers.
The blonde gravelly chuckled at your pathetic whine, "Don't worry, pretty. I'll give you what you want, and you'll give me what I want."
Tugging at your hands, he latched them to his shoulders for you to claw into, before wrenching your knees open in hunger, eyes lowly-lidded by an exponentially growing desire.
While all this unfolded, an unmistakable wetness had been gathering at your heated core, to which Bakugou collected with two digits, groaning in satisfaction of being proficient in easily turning you on.
"Shit, you want me that bad?" He asked, a cocky smirk curving his lip as he continued to stare between your legs, eyes unwavering like your arousal was hypnotic while he massaged your slickened folds.
"Please, Kats."
"Need to stretch you out first. Open up f'me."
You bit down on your lip, a muffled moan merely escaping your throat as heavy fingers curled into the gumminess of your hot walls.
“Oi, don’t you dare try being quiet. Let me hear you.” The calloused hand pressing your thigh flush against your stomach came up to cup your flustered cheek, thumb tenderly stroking your parted lips. Vehemently, his broad fingers continued their loving onslaught, curving in the most delicious places he knew would soon have your body quivering.
“Mm, f-fuck Katsuki!”
Maybe it was the enthralling allure of his name slipping off your tongue, or the captivating resonance of your voice that made his cock subconsciously twitch. Bakugou would never admit it, but he found himself mesmerised by every possible part of you—your quiet competence, your undying enthusiasm, your enamouring beauty, and they way you’d hold on until he was close so you could orgasm together.
“It’s that good is it?” He smiled contently, scarlet eyes fluttering between your scrunched face and the joining of his hand against your pussy.
Obscene noises echoed throughout the apartment, loud squelches bungled with numerous moans of pleasure.
“I need more…” You whimpered, sweaty hands clamping the skin of his shoulders tighter, “more please.”
Giving in to your begging without hesitation, Katsuki carefully pulled his fingers from your worked hole, before pumping his weighty length a couple times, its tip glistening with luscious pre-cum.
One of your own hands quickly snaked down your body, wrapping around the pearly skin of his girth, feeling his pulse kick as you pulled at his hardened cock.
"Fuuuck, your hand is so much softer than mine." His hips bucked into your grip, both hands pushing down on your thighs. "Your nails look so hot around my dick."
After several tugs, you beckoned him closer, lining up his fattened tip with your aching hole. It nudged against you, eager.
"Breathe in for me, pretty." Bakugou whispered against your neck as his lips hovered over your pulse point, wracking your body with anticipatory shivers.
As he pushed in cautiously, your hands shot back to his shoulders, nails clutching the skin as the familiar burn of the stretch brought both delicious pain and troubled pleasure.
"—ohmygosh, ngh!"
"Shit, you're so tight. Don't fight it," The man winced, hands stroking the underside of your thighs as he squeezed further in, your walls contracting to snuggly accommodate his thick cock. Once balls-deep, only then did he pause momentarily, allowing you time to get used to the feeling. “You’re so good for me, y’know that? So damn good.”
Breathless, you smiled tightly in return, watching him pick his head up to capture your lips in an adoring kiss. "Please move," You breathed against his lips desperately.
"No need to tell me twice." Grunting, he started a steady pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin resounding off the walls as his heavy balls bounced off your ass. Even though Katsuki had fingered you prior, no preparation would ever be enough to fully stretch you to fit his bulky girth, ornamented by angry meandering veins.
"Hah, your pussy is so fucking good. I'd do anything to stay in you like this all the time."
"Ah! You're so big Kats!"
He smirked, "Damn right I am. And you're gonna take everything I give you, right?"
"Mhm, yes!" you cried.
"Atta' girl." The ash-blonde grinned, pecking yet another kiss to your lips before sucking on the velvety skin of your neck as he quickened his thrusts—heavy length carving through your warm insides as he forced in deeper.
At the change of intensity, your nails dropped to his back, clawing at the toughened skin.
"Yes pretty, scratch me up just like that," Katsuki loudly groaned, eyes falling shut as he savoured the stinging sensation, "mark me."
Relentlessly driving into you, he pushed your knees up to your chest, letting your ankles dangle at the sides, bending your pliable body into a mating press which had you seeing stars in record time.
"W-wait! Shit—too deep!" Unfiltered moans were forced out your throat, your nails now engraving red lines into his back, "ngh!"
"Fucking hell, make me bleed for all I care."
It must've been this new angle. Your frame began to shiver as the coil that had been gradually tightening in your stomach began to constrict all-too-quickly, pulling your muscles taut. He had to have noticed how your body suddenly grew frantic, a tell-tale sign of an approaching orgasm, as he snaked a sweaty palm between your sheened bodies to massage tight circles into your sensitive clit.
"Katsuki! 'm gonna come!" Whining, you curled a shaking hand into his short locks, whilst the other dug into the dip of his spine like an anchor.
"...don't worry pretty, I'm close too," Out of breath, both of your lungs heaved, breathing in the little oxygen left in between you. He moans, "Shit, you're squeezing me so hard."
The tight circles over your tiny bundle of nerves sped up in time with Bakugou's pounding, edging you insanely closer and closer to a delicious climax.
It only took a couple more brutal thrusts until you completely crumbled apart. The coil snapped—your jaw grew slack as your back arched of the sofa into his hot chest, muscles tensed and legs quaking as you clenched down on the blonde's throbbing cock. The passionate moans pushing past your lips were borderline pornographic, all of which Katsuki trapped in a sloppy kiss. Your arousal seamlessly coated his cock, a translucent liquid of high viscosity oozing from your pussy creating a pale ring around its girth as he fucked you through your high. The sudden, vigorous contractions of your smooth walls was enough to send Katsuki reeling over the edge too. With a gravelly moan, incredibly close to a whine, his balls tightened, pumping thick ropes of fertile seed deep within your womb, painting its confines a creamy white.
Collapsing onto your shivering form as his length remained pulsing inside of you, he buried his face into your neck—a mixture of purple and reds bruising your skin. "You good?" He breathed, fingers tracing idle patterns on your side.
You replied with a blissful hum, doubting that you'd be coherent if you were to talk.
Bringing your fingers to his scalp, you gently smoothed through the roots of his hair, a small smile curving your lip as the blonde relaxed into you, his breathing evening out.
"Oh shit." You managed to mumble, eyes widening as you watched multiple reds beading from the scratches carved into his back.
Simultaneously, he perked up with wide eyes.
"What? Please don't tell me I hurt you."
"No no, you would never hurt me." You scratched your head sheepishly, unknowing of his potential reaction, "Iscratchedyoutoohardandnowyou'rebleeding! I'm sorry, I didn't mean too. You should've told me to stop!"
His brows furrowed, eyes narrowing, "Why are you apologising? If you were lucid enough, you'd remember that I said I wouldn't care."
"So you aren't angry?"
"I'm happy as hell."
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꩜ – SATORU GOJO really likes the way reader says his name .ᐟ
(18+) :: content – gojo x fem!reader, smut, fingering, cunnilingus, voice kink
satoru really likes the way you say his name.
other people never get it right, in his opinion. there’s always a vowel that’s too drawn out, or a consonant that’s pronounced too sharply. he only ever smiles and nods when people say his name like that — it’s fine, sure. but it’s not right.
it’s become something very particular for him.
it’s not sah-toe-roo.
he’s also heard sahh-to-roo.
and some people will extend those vowels past their welcome.
but you? it glides off your tongue like honey.
sa-to-ru.
he likes the way it gets all sharp on your lips when you’re mad at him. satoru would never admit it to you, but sometimes he’ll piss you off on purpose whenever he’s in the mood to hear how you sharpen the consonants like knives when you're telling him off.
“what?” the sorcerer sits back in your office chair, the faintest traces of a completely intentional grin on his face.
he’d come in early for once in his life for this exact purpose; satoru knew you always came in devastatingly punctual, so he’d make sure to greet you the best way he knew how to make your morning: by sitting in your office and kicking his feet up on your paperwork.
you loved things clean. it’s cute. he wants you fucking messy, though!
and you’re seething so adorably, with your face all scrunched up and your shiny eyes narrowed. “does this look like your office, gojo?”
nope. not what he wants to hear.
satoru sits up abruptly, making a show out of glancing around the room, before letting out an exhale of a laugh. “you know, all the offices look suspiciously similar. might wanna bring it up with the higher-ups.”
“get out.”
“did you get enough sleep last night?” he tilts his head, feigning concern. “you’re being awfully rude about this.”
the way you narrow your eyes makes satoru wish he could see them glitter with crystallized tears, with his weight on top of you as he slides his tongue between your thighs—
you suck in a breath past pretty lips. “i’m not in the mood. yaga has me on the clock. please just give me this, gojo.”
please, you say, and it makes him smile smugly. satoru loves hearing it (although he’d love hearing it beneath the dark of a particularly low-lit bedroom), but he needs more. needs your voice to wrap around his name like you own it.
“plead nicer. unfortunately for you, i’m in the mood.”
“fuck, no.”
he leans further back into your chair. “didn’t hear you. sorry?”
“satoru.”
there it is. sa-to-ru; just the way he likes.
on other days, even when you’re rendered all sheepish and embarrassed at one of his jokes, satoru just can’t get enough of the way you say his name.
this time, your tone dulls around the edges, always muttered under your breath in front of important people when he’s threatened to embarrass you with something he’s said — it’s soft and small and stern all at the same time, dancing through the air like warm fucking breeze in the winter. he just wishes you wouldn’t be so quiet about it; if the sorcerer had a choice, he’d have your voice on repeat.
he already does, in a way.
it’s why satoru’s taken to teasing you specifically whenever you have faculty meetings in front of the higher-ups, or whenever you’re particularly engrossed in a lesson with your students, just to see you when you’re caught off your game and a tiny bit upset.
satoru loves you when you’re pouting, loves when your lips press flat into a thin line or when the inside of your cheek catches between your teeth, like you’ve got a retort on the tip of your sweet tongue but won’t let it slip for your own sake. so fucking considerate all the time.
you’re unbelievably gorgeous when you’re so composed.
and you let that sweet little breath of his name slip from your mouth when he’d push you a little too far during your class with your first years on reverse cursed technique. your eyes fixate on the ground, lips downturned, as satoru’d just gotten all of your students to laugh at a little jab towards your explaining methods.
“satoru.” you chastised in a small mumble, “let’s talk after my class, please.”
sa-to-ru.
god, that little whisper will be in his dreams tonight.
he’ll hear it over and over again and wish you’d mumbled it right against his earlobe, because no one else ever deserved to hear your voice like that.
“that’s awfully secretive, sensei. what’s so important that our beloved students can’t listen in on it, hm?” he knows what you’re getting at, of course.
but truthfully, he just wants to see your face contort with that fiery little expression, the same one he wanted to mouth at every inch of until nothing was left but pure bliss.
and satoru’s not shy about the way his heartbeat picks up when you nudge yourself a tiny bit closer, just to make sure he’s the only one who can hear what you say next. just so that your voice is only for him.
as it fucking should be.
the sorcerer’s hand just about brushes your hip, and save him if it isn’t taking everything in him to make sure he doesn’t grab you and pull you into his side like he has the right to do so.
“i don’t want my beloved students to hear me threaten to kill their sensei right here,” oh. satoru’s mind goes deliciously numb.
he grins, the edge of his mouth upturning slowly. “i’d love to see you try.”
you frown a tiny bit more.
“what exactly do you get out of pissing me off all the time?”
well.
⭑.ᐟ
“how do i get rid of this?” you huff as you click the bar into the machine, stepping out from under metal rod.
katsuki looks up from his spot on the floor, notebook open to his latest PR and rotation. he had started keeping track of his workouts in an old notebook a few weeks ago (the phone he had previously been using died and with that, lost all the data)
“of what?” the blonde eyes you through the mirror, catching every minuscule movement as you place your hands over your lower abdomen, fingers pushing into the plush tissue you find.
“this?” you press harder, your skin dipping beneath the pressure. “the fat?”
katsuki blinks at you but you pay him no mind, continuing to turn this way and that, getting all angles of your body in the mirror, glaring at the midsection that never seems to flatten out despite all your efforts.
“your uterus?” he asks with a raised brow.
your shoulders fall, breath wooshing out of you as you slump into a forward fold. a tad dramatic but you like the stretch in your thighs.
“it’s not my uterus!” the words come out muffled as you speak into your knees, your cheeks smooshed upwards at the inversion.
your boyfriends hand on your lower back has you tilting back up, fingers pressing into your hips to almost hinge you up right.
"Yeah, its not but its the fat that keeps it safe." he clarifies, sliding his palm over your stomach to come rest above your womb.
"but it's still fat." you frown despite the urge to smile as katsuki presses into you, his chest flush against your back as he rests his chin on your shoulder, holding eye contact with you through the mirror.
"more or less." a soft kiss is pressed to your exposed skin. "it has a purpose, just like all your other muscles have a purpose, this one is to keep everything safe and warm."
you hum. “still wanna get rid of it.”
katsuki presses down harder, holding you tighter against him as he bites down, teeth sinking into your shoulder. you are suddenely even more thankful for the private gym.
“even if its gonna keep all our kids safe?” his voice is slow, the timbre of it hitting you exactly where he had aimed. “i know my opinion shouldn’t matter but i love it so much.”
“seeing your cute little tummy, knowing that your healthy drives me crazy.” one hand splays out across your abdomen, the other grips your hip and pulls you tighter against him. “when i’ve got you bent in half and you’re all squished and soft, fuck, makes me wanna put a baby in you right there and then, make you even softer and squishier.”
a/n: draft dump !!
He cries to the Heaven above, There is a stone in my heart˚。⋆ (2.6K wc.)
synopsis : kirishima offers some counselling to a drunken, lovesick katsuki, free of charge. what else are friends for ? #downbad #hesfuckingwhipped #loserboysuki
tags/CW. drinking, katsukis downbad oh he's so downbad, pining, katsu n kiri focused, kirishima is a good friend, katsuki's a lovesick constipated idiot, katsuki's drunk, fem reader, hinted idiots in love, slow-burn ? it's stated that it's been YEAAARS so lol, AH RIGHT kiri drinks from katsus drink and it grosses him out lol, i feel like kiri doesnt mind drinking off others
an. aaaahh i usually wouldnt go for an anime banner but i rlly like this one its so cutesie, thank you frank ocean n sade for the inspo pls go listen to pyramids and pearls while reading this the lyrics probs dont match lol but the vibes r there ! i got possessed while writing this so sorry if its no good but i had fun !
“mind if i sit here ?”
katsuki looks up, barely even lifting his head up from where it’s propped into the crook of his elbow. it’s kirishima, already knows that much without even having to look, but he does anyway. to show he’s still somewhat lucid.
“do whatever you want.” is what he wants to say, but the alcohol still on his tongue prevents him from doing so. he feels lazy, heavy and sluggish—all things he hates. and stupidly, all things he’s willingly done to himself.
so he shrugs, a barely there, broken grunt slips past his lips. kirishima takes it as his sign, his chair scooting back and grinding against the hardwood floor of the bar to sit next to the blond, the noise makes him cringe.
“y’know, i brought us all out here so we could have some fun.” he says, voice warm.
his chin tuts towards his group of friends a bit further, singing their drunken hearts out on some old karaoke song he can’t make out. everything feels jumbled and he wonders why he even agreed to come, it was stupid.
“wouldn’t have forced you along if you were gonna be so miserable.” it comes out joking, but without even glancing, from his tone of voice katsuki hears genuine regret in his voice. and even if he wanted to, he couldn’t pin the blame on him.
he knew it was stupid to even go along with the guys plans at a night out. he didn’t care about being the life of the party or brining the mood down, but even then he could find some semblance of fun in kaminari’s off key singing.
but there was nothing fun about this—moping all night, closed off from everyone because his head was pounding. pounding from the multiple drinks he’d knocked back earlier that evening to shut his brain up. he hates getting drunk, the alcohol was never worth the pounding headache the next morning and it didn’t even feel good. quite the opposite, most of the time he’d feel on edge and sleepy and irritable.
it wasn’t for him—this wasn’t for him.
it was all so stupid.
granted, katsuki is grown enough to admit he’s made plenty of stupid, uncharacteristic decisions tonight. but he’s not stupid enough to get shit face drunk. and he knows he owes his friend a some kind of response.
his voice comes out raspy “m’not miserable.” he grumbles. “just…not feelin’ it tonight.”
kirishima hums next to him, at ease. katsuki’s almost envious of his relaxed attitude, but he knows his distress is nobody’s fault but his.
“right well, at least i know you don’t work tomorrow. you wouldn’t be getting black out drunk like this if you had to be up at 5 on the dot the next day.” he chuckles.
“i’m not black out drunk.”
“you’re about to be.” kirishima eyes the half finished drink sitting limply in the blond’s scarred grip. he effortlessly removes it from his grips, sliding it all the way across to his side. katsuki offers up no resistance and shoves his cheeks into his arms. “let’s stop for now, yeah ?”
with an exaggerated huff, he agrees. “y’on’t have to stick around me, red. m’not gonna pass out. can handle my alcohol.”
kirishima was never one to force conversation, and when katsuki wished to talk he did—it was a nice balance and katsuki hates how easily the red haired pro could make him want to spill his guts without even having to say a word.
“what’s wrong with me wantin’ ta hang out with my buddy !” eijirou’s warm hand presses to his back, rocking him slightly causing him to groan. “plus you looked so lonely over here it just ended up makin’ me sad.”
“don’t need you to pity me.”
“stop looking like an abandoned puppy and i won’t, man. s’all there is.”
bakugou glares up at him, but there’s no real heat behind his gaze. kirishima remains unfazed, grinning at him.
“i’m fine.” he maintains, chin jutting forward against the wooden table.
“alright, man. whatever you say.”
it’s silent. so silent katsuki almost returns to his thoughts, the very thoughts that caused him to come here tonight in the first place. it makes him feel sick, feelings and alcohol were never a good mix. ever. he should know that—he does know that. but he’s being stupid tonight. maybe last week’s villain attack did something to jostle his brain around and cause some kind of never before seen idiot syndrome. the first of it’s kind.
without the restrictions of sobriety his thoughts make him scoff out loud. he pouts, petulantly like a child. his hand taps away at the counter now that it’s unoccupied. antsy—and yet kirishima remains unfazed. his gaze is turned away from him, but katsuki can tell he thinks he knows better.
that sooner or later he’ll spill all his secrets to him, like he was weak willed
well, him and that smug look could keep on dreaming because it wasn’t happe—
“fine ! fuckin’—whatever !” snapping, bakugou knocks his head to the counter hard, a groan leaving his mouth in irritation “dammit...”
kirishima doesn’t speak yet, but he simply brings the drink in his hands to his lips, to which katsuki frowns in disgust.
“what ? “ he raises a brow innocently “i’m not drinking from you ! i spun it around !” he demonstrates, twirling katsuki’s glass forward and back.
“…that’s fucking disgusting.” he groused.
“f’you’re not drinking it i’m not wasting it.” kirishima objects.
katsuki’s head falls forward again. “whatever, i don’t care anymore.”
…
a heavy sigh falls from the blond’s lips after a long silence. he takes the chance while his vision is covered to speak into the air.
“i don’t know what the fuck to do...”
it’s weak, slurred and sluggish. he hates it. he hates that he feels this stranded.
“i don’t know what to say, i feel like an idiot. dammit, i feel—”
stupid. he feels stupid.
and it’s all because of you.
softly, brokenly he says it with his lips smushed into his shoulder.
“i fuckin’ love ‘er, man… don’t know what to fuckin’ do with myself.”
kirishima sighs, he knows he can’t offer any words of comfort and katsuki knows it’s because he’s done it to himself and there was only logical thing he should do.
well, fuck that, he swears. he’d rather die.
“well, dude. i think you should just—“
“no.” he speaks adamantly.
“it could help you out even if—“
“i’d fucking rather die.” katsuki interrupts, fingers digging into his skin. it’s embarrassing because somewhere along the lines of his consciousness he knows he’s being stupid. unsurprisingly.
“i mean, i knew but—i didn’t think you’d let it get you this worked up.” kirishima bemoans, scratching his hair with a heavy sigh.
katsuki almost wants to get angry—he’s the lovesick fool here, not him !
but something else catches him off guard…did he just say—“
“hold up ! whaddya mean you knew ?!” he denounced.
kirishima looks none the wiser, it does nothing to calm katsuki down.
“what ? you told me you did.” he states casually.
“wha-no i fucking didn’t !”
“uh, you sure did, man..” kirishima giggles softly, eyes following the slowly melting ice in glass he’s twirling. “you remember when she had that watch party back in highschool ?”
thank god he isn’t shit faced drunk, because katsuki can remember that after a blink. he finally sits up, finally eye level with his fellow pro and former classmate.
“no, i didn’t.” katsuki rubs his hands down his face, a groans makes it’s way out of his throat but it more so resembles a whine of sorts.
a smile slowly morphs back onto his friends face, but he wipes his mouth. katsuki assumes he’s trying to give him some grace to not laugh in his drunken face.
“yup, you did.” he affirms again, finishing the last of his drink, down to the ice and talking with his mouth full. “you were half asleep we know how you get when you’re sleepy. we were walkin’ back to our dorms an’ i only mentioned how much fun we had, but you kept talking about her.” the man explains.
katsuki digs his face in his hands “fucking god—“
“then you kept talking about how she looks when she’s thinking and about how she smelled and how-“
“i get it !” he snapped, moving his hands to let his voice project before quickly hiding his face again. kirishima’s chuckle makes him wish he could just blow himself up.
“fuck off..” he fumed.
“i’m not the one stuck with a nine year long crush here, dude.” kirishima retorts.
fuck, he has nothing to say to that.
and if we’re being honest, he was way past a crush right now. what he felt for you, no matter how much paperwork he threw himself, how many villains he fought—how many interviews and karaoke nights he had to endure, you always made your way back to his mind.
he thought if he ignored it it’d go away. and when that didn’t happen he decided he could just tell you. but when he realised that it wasn’t that simple, that loving someone that much was heart achingly sweet and terrifying and he got cold feet every time he tried, he decided he just wouldn’t tell you. never ever.
but that wasn’t an easy feat, far from it. besides recovery, this was the hardest thing he’s ever done, he believes that whole heartedly.
and now, here he was. shoving bitter drinks back in his throat to forget how much he longs for you. your smell, your face, your touch—and yet it only made him long for you even more.
feelings and alcohol we’re a horrible combination, noted. if ever feels this stupid again, he’ll punch himself in the gut and set himself straight.
“i don’t know what to do..” he repeats, more vulnerable than before. it would embarrass him any other situation, but he knows kirishima well enough to know he isn’t the type to seriously mock him over this.
the man beside him sighs again, it’s kind and warm, like the damn good guy he is. katsuki’s sure that kirishima had more of a chance with you than a brute like him. he had the type of personality that made everyone want to be his friend and anyone who wasn’t felt like they were missing out. no wonder why he’s been climbing the ranks so quickly.
“i really think you have a chance though. i mean, you should see the way it looks from our point of view. you guys are like-head over heels for each other and you don’t even realise it !” he hums.
katsuki raises a brow once more “the hell is our ?”
eijirou chuckles nervously, humming in fake thought “probably like, the whole class. even todoroki, that was surprising.”
any type of question or exclamation dies in his throat, katsuki’s too tired to be surprised about anything else tonight.
“i think—me, personally-“ kirishima starts again, shrugging “that if you talked to her, if you told her, she’d tell you the exact same.” he insists.
bakugou scoffs, like he hasn’t already tried. “can’t do that. it’s just—“
it’s just that, embarrassingly, katsuki’s been holding onto these damn feelings for so damn long that he’s convinced that no matter when or how he asked—it’d never be able to come out smooth or suave. he’d end up professing his undying love to you like a bumbling, stupid nerd and he’d rather eat a chunk of his own hair straight off the bone than ever embarrass himself like that, even less so if you didn’t feel the same, despite what kirishima affirmed.
“it’s—not that simple..” he says weakly.
kirishima hums again “yeah, and it’s not gonna get any simpler. y’know, i’ve been hearing she’s been kickin’ it with someone.”
immediately katsuki, with the swiftness a drunk loser like him definitely shouldn’t have shoots up to glare at his friend. said friend offers him a sneaky side eye.
his eyebrows furrow “who ?” his voice is low, cold “tell me now, red.” he orders.
“i don’t know ! it’s what i’m hearing.” he raises his hands in surrender
“so gossip.” the blonde rolls his eyes, he can’t believe he got so stirred up on unfounded tabloid claims no doubt. but it still tugs at him. how can he be so sure you’re not seeing someone ? would you even tell him if you were ?
fuck. this is stupid, he knows it’s stupid. and yet—
kirishima is turned away, so he doesn’t notice the way katsuki’s settled, seemingly sobered up. “well again, it’s just speculation. you don’t have to—“
before he can say anymore, katsuki chair squeals from the force of him scooting it back. he haphazardly throws his jacket on. and shuffles around in his pockets to grab some cash.
“woah, man ! what’re—“
“i’m going home.” he growls.
kirishima’s eyes almost bulge out of their sockets “are you kidding me ?! you can’t go home like this !” he protests, trying to sit the man back down.
katsuki swiftly shrugs him off, eijirou worries if his prodding had went to far and his friend called it quits on this evening all together. but his face looks from the rage he’d expecte to see.
“so you fuckin’ take me home, then. you’re the one who brought me here.” he ordered, when he turns, he speaks lowly.
“got shit i need to do in the morning..”
kirishima snaps out of his stupor in three blinks, pure joy taking over his face that he cannot hide however hard he tries. “okay well—i need to say bye to the guys, but you can go ahead an’ wait outside, i’ll tell ‘em you got sleepy again.”
katsuki, suddenly full of energy, grunts. already walking off “you better not bring any crumbs in my car !” he demanded, before the front door bells clink shut with an abnormal amount of force.
after wishing his goodnights, sero makes his way to kirishima for a short chat.
“d’you get it out of him ?” he says it lowly, like somehow dynamight himself would manage to hear them from outside sitting grumpily in his car.
“i think so...” kirishima sighs “i feel kinda bad, though. i did lie to him.” he admits, sheepishly scratching the back of his head.
“that guy’s head’s thicker than a cinder block. it’s a necessary evil.” sero offers him a reassuring pat on the arm. “besides i need them to get that weird stare-down mating ritual over with. i was sitting in between them once, almost grossed me out of my food having them practically whisper sweet nothings into both my ears.” he jests, “s’not really my thing.”
kirishima throws his head back and laughs. “let’s hope the necessary evil was worth it, then.” he huffs a final chuckle, making his way to the doorway to his friend, who while determined, will most likely feel like shit tomorrow, for more reasons than one.
“he said he has to be up bright an’ early tomorrow, so wish him luck for that and we should be fine.”
kirishima brings back a katsuki who’s already limp and pliant with sleep. one already complaining about how much his head is killing him and passed out in bed barely having taken off his shoes.
and kirishima leaves him with a glass of water and his very best wishes.
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THREE A.M. ✶ FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI
── ✶ before you read: 1.4k words ; gn reader ; established relationship ; very corny cuddling shenanigans ; masterlist.
꒰ commentary ꒱ ✶ i saw a tik tok of a couple's ring camera footage catching a moment like this in the middle of the night (i cannot find it anymore) but it felt rly katsuki coded so here we are
It’s three in the morning, and you’re hot and sweaty, and Katsuki is as heavy as ever. He doesn’t snore any quieter either.
He shuffles closer, half-asleep, as he throws a leg over you, pulling you into his chest. His arms wrap around you like a trap, solid and impossible to pry loose, and then he shoves his face into your neck with a low, sleepy grunt. You blink your eyes open, lips curling into a frown as he goes right back to snoring.
“Babe,” you huff, tapping his arm. He grunts, barely registering your voice. “Kats,” you try again, shoving at him a little harder. “It’s hot—get off.”
“No,” he clicks his teeth, voice rough with sleep. “We’re cuddling.”
“But it’s too hot,” you say exasperatedly.
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is,” you snap, pushing at the heavy arm locked around your waist. “Your body heat is cooking me alive—I’m gonna die.”
₊˚⊹♡ what do you when your pro-hero husband comes back home reeking of another woman's perfume?! katsuki x fem!reader
if there's one think katsuki will always be, it's a homebody. as much as he absolutely loathes traveling, it's necessary as a pro-hero, and he's learned how to push through those difficult days without you physically present, whether it be facetime calls, text messages... or even keeping a small bottle of your go-to perfume on him for whenever he misses your scent.
after finally being given the green light that his mission was done, katsuki goes through the same dance he's done time and time again now—call you and let you know he's safe, get off his flight and onto the first uber available, and spray the travel size version of your perfume on his wrist, one which he keeps on his person almost all the time, before taking a power nap on the drive back home to you.
katsuki was too exhausted to notice the different scent of the perfume, one much stronger than your own, because he was out like a light after a few minutes. later, he'll realize he'd been sent the wrong version after checking his order history, but right now? he has absolutely no idea.
despite katsuki telling you earlier not to wait up for him since he'd be home late, you couldn't fall asleep—just how could you? you'd be seeing him in person for the first time after nearly two whole weeks apart! rolling over in bed, you grab your phone and check his location, following the little red dot that was driving closer and closer to your area of japan.
you're practically vibrating with excitement, and when you hear the familiar sound of the front door being unlocked, you throw you blanket off and stuff your feet into your slippers, practically skipping towards the front door downstairs as your dear husband stands there in all his glory
he's still in a suit—probably because he headed straight to the airport after his final meeting, and he looks exhausted beyond belief with his suitcase dragging behind him, but there's this little spark in katsuki's eyes that appears and shines when he sees you come down the stairs for him—and he audibly groans in relief
"fuck, that was hell. i can't believe i'm home." he grumbles, kicking the door shut behind him before you're moving forward on fast feet to embrace him. katsuki catches your hug with a grunt, wrapping his arms around you as the tension in his shoulders disappears and the crease between his brows softens
he's pressing kisses onto your hairline, gently cradling your head against him before being cut off when you raise your head from his chest with an odd expression
"what?" he frowns, not sensing what was wrong as you suddenly grab the edge of his suit and sniff
"the fuck..." he grumbles, watching you with narrowed eyes before you reel back from him with a mortified gasp
he smells sweet. sickeningly so. whatever scent is on him is so potent and feminine that you're struggling to accept the fact that he smells like this
"katsuki, why do you smell like that?" you ask in a taut voice, stepping back nervously as he stares at you blankly
"like what?"
"like another woman!"
his face scrunches up immediately in disgust and disbelief, lips parting as he shakes his head incredulously
"what?! no the fuck i don't!"
"yes you do!" you accuse, and he raises his arm to sniff the edge of his sleeve himself before paling as a brief flash of panic crosses over his face
"w-well, i don't know! i must've... ordered the wrong perfume or...something." he mumbles, a flush crawling up the side of his neck
your brows knit together in confusion. you know katsuki wouldn't ever cheat on you, but you'd certainly like to know why he smells like this
"what do you mean 'the wrong perfume'? how do you accidentally buy a women's perfume instead of your normal cologne?" you press, leaning closer to try and observe him, almost like you're searching for other signs of infidelity, and katsuki's genuinely offended as he sputters stupidly for a response
he digs his hand into his suit's jacket, pulling out the tiny perfume bottle that is indeed not your usual scent upon proper inspection, and he grumbles before moving aside to toss it
you watch him suspiciously, and he drags a hand over his face as if this was the most embarrassing moment of his life, mumbling a string of unintelligible words underneath his breath before you glare at him
"i said that i buy your perfume sometimes just to...smell it. and those fuckers sent me the wrong one this time around." he snaps furiously, gaze sliding towards you almost nervously afterwards as he watches you slowly process his words. but then he's groaning, because your eyes widen a fraction before a grin overcomes your face
"oh? realllyyyy?" you question, and his eyes snap towards yours before he's shaking his head and dragging you back towards the bedroom, grumbling angrily underneath his breath all while he strips himself of his suit, showers, and changes into his pajamas
he doesn't stop his incessant, angry mumbling until his arms are wound around tight your form and that familiar scent that is entirely and undeniably yours invades his senses. he relaxes, practically sinking into the bed, and you decide you'll tease him for this in the morning when he has the energy to bark back—for now, you press one last kiss into his freshly combed through hair and hold katsuki nice and close