wisp

hey, i'm wisp & i mainly write timeskip bakugou lol a lot of my fluff is kinda suggestive- 🧡 = fluff 🧨= Smut 💥= Crack

Latest Post: In order from my first to my latest: Ignoring Bakugou On Purpose 🧨 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ Arcade Crush 🧡 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ Lazy day with Bakugou 🧡 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ Bakugou forgets his jacket in your dorm 🧡 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ Bakugou wants your attention 🧡 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ Fantastic by King Princess 🧨 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ Aftercare post over-stimulation 🧨

You know you're pissing him off.

That's the point.

You’re sprawled on the couch, legs tucked up, book propped open like Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t exist. You’ve been mad at him all day—about the mission, about the way he didn't bother to text you back when you worried sick about him. So you decided to do the one thing that drives him feral.

Ignore him.

You don’t even look up when he comes in. Don’t acknowledge the door slamming, the way his boots hit the floor harder than necessary. No response or running him to him when he gruffly announces that he's home. Instead, you stay put and keep reading.

You could hear his movement through the house as he looks for you, until he finally finds you.

"I'm home" he repeats, this time quieter as he looks down at you—frowning when he receives no type of acknowledgment or response.

You turn the page and he just stands above you—looking down at you, his head cocked at the angle of confusion.

His presence looming over you like a storm cloud—you could feel it in your gut. Bakugou was known to grasp the attention of any room he walked into, yet you stood your ground and didn't look up.

That’s when his hand comes down on the couch, right beside your thigh. His body now hovering right above you, his face inches from yours.

You suck in a breath and try to not look up.

“Look at me.”

It takes every nerve in your body to not look up at him—instead you try to focus on your book when your lovers face is inches away from yours.

After what feels like an eternity, you decide to start reading out loud—and that's what really gets him.

"Fuck, you're really doin' this?" he mutters. His face not pulling away but his fingers start tracing circles against your knee.

You continue reading—refusing to waver, stubborn to the core. But when his fingers start making their way up towards your thighs—his thumb tracing a slow teasing line against your core through your shorts, you let out a small gasp—your eyes betraying you and look up at him.

“There it is,” he says, smug. “That’s what I want.”

You hold his gaze for a second, the intensity of the gaze from his crimson eyes sending a pulse down to your core before you force your eyes to look away and go back to reading.

Bakugou swears under his breath.

"You mad at me?" he asks and you let out a huff in response.

He cocks his head before bringing his lips to your neck—you let out a shaky breath as he sucks on your neck. "What'd I do baby?" he breaths against your neck and you shiver.

When he pulls away to meet your eyes again you look at him in disbelief. You'd think he was fucking with you if it wasn't for that expression of pure confusion in his eyes and slight fear at the fact that he might have upset you. You wanted to do nothing but kiss him right now but you were also still annoyed with him.

"Check your phone Katsuki. You didn't even bother to tell me if you were alright " you argue, annoyance filling your tone.

His face crunches in confusion as he pulls up his phone.

"Yes I did- oh" you raise your eyebrow, "I did type the message, I thought I hit send." He pulls up the phone to your vision so you could read it.

Fuckers were blasted. I'm alive, be home in 20.

You feel yourself calm down a bit at that—you huff and look up at him. "I was worried sick, Kats" you whine and his jaw twitches into a smile—which quickly turns into a smug smirk.

"Yeah? Worried bout me baby?" he asks cockily and you just shove him off, "Fuck off."

"Let me make it up to you", his lips making their way back to your neck and your breath hitches, his hands on your thighs squeezing roughly—hiking higher with every movement.

His lips are kissing down your collarbone while his hands make their way to move your shorts to the side, you shiver as the cold air hits your aching cunt.

But suddenly he stops.

You glare at him in confusion and annoyance, but he just smirks, clearly enjoying this way too much.

“Thought you were ignorin’ me,” he adds. “So keep ignorin’ me. Read it.”

You blink at him, frowning—"Kats what the fuck—"

"I'm not touchin' you until you start fuckin' reading out loud."

You stare at him, lips parted, half in disbelief, half in frustration.

“You’re serious?” you ask.

Bakugou’s eyes don’t leave your face. “Dead fuckin’ serious.”

He nudges the book back toward you with two fingers, still smirking, still not touching you. “Read.”

You swallow—your pride along with it, fingers tightening around the page as you glance down. You can feel him there—too close, too warm, his presence heavy against your side.

You start, voice quiet at first.

He leans in immediately.

“Louder.”

You huff, but you obey, reading the words out loud—the same ones you’d been using to shut him out. Halfway through the paragraph your voice wavers, heat creeping up your neck.

Bakugou clicks his tongue. “That all you got?”

Your cheeks burn. You try again, slower this time, and you feel it—the way he stills above you, the way his breathing changes even though his hands stay firmly to himself.

“Yeah,” he murmurs near your ear, voice low and rough. “That’s what you were ignorin’ me for.”

You don’t make it to the end of the paragraph before you let out a moan as he shoves two fingers inside you.

Your back arching against him—trying to get closer to his touch but his fingers are still inside of you. Not moving. He looks at you with a knowing smug look.

Asshole. You whine but go back to reading.

As soon as you do—his fingers are thrusting in and out of your wet pussy. You stutter over your words and when his thumb finds its way against your clit, your brain is no longer even forming the words splayed out in-front of you.

Bakugou lets out a low, breathy laugh when your voice cuts off completely.

"There it is," he murmurs.

His fingers don't slow—they push deeper, harder, and his thumb presses down with intention, drawing a broken sound from your throat.

"Look at you," he adds, smug. "Can't even finish a fuckin' sentence."

You groan against his teasing, "Kats-" you start to whine.

"Read," he says again, getting down onto his knees. His breath dangerously close to your pussy.

You try—you really do—eyes flicking back to the page, lips parting as if the words might magically come back to you, but all that comes out is a broken sound when he rolls his thumb just right.

He notices immediately.

"That's what I thought."

Bakugou leans in, his mouth inches from your dripping cunt as his pace turns slow and cruel, each thrust of his fingers measured like he's counting them. His fingers curling, having you drip all over him.

"Go on," he groans—the dent in his own pants becoming painful. The sight of you dripping all over his fingers has his eyes fueled with need. "Read."

You shake your head, breath coming out in shaky little gasps, and that's all the answer he needs.

"Tch." His jaw tightens. "Say it."

His fingers still, buried deep inside you—not pulling out, not moving—just enough pressure to make your entire body tense.

"I can't," you whisper, barely audible.

He exhales against your throbbing cunt, satisfaction thick in his voice. "Yeah," he murmurs. "That's what I wanted to hear."

He pulled his fingers out of you but before you had time to register the loss—you felt a shot of pain and pleasure shoot through your spine when he spanks your pussy.

You cry out, your back arching at the sensation.

"All that ignorin' me," he mutters. "All that fuckin' attitude."

His teeth graze your clit, not quite biting but enough sensation to make you squirm out of his grasp—but Bakugou holds your thighs firmly, fingers digging roughly into your skin.

"And now you're the one who can't focus."

He lands another smack on your pussy and your legs shake slightly at the sensation—crying out a moan.

You try to close your legs but his rough hands grip your thighs, making sure you're spread out for him.

He runs his fingers down your slit and you groan, squirming beneath him.

"You're fuckin' drippin' all over my fingers. You like being a fuckin' brat?"

You whine wanting nothing more than for him to touch you again. Want nothing more than to fucking cum all over his fingers.

"Use your fuckin' words" he growls, placing another smack against your needy cunt before placing a kiss against your swollen clit.

"Please Kats- I wanna cum" you choked, tears swelling in your eyes at the pain mixed with pleasure.

You didn't know that being a journalist who runs a blog about pro-heroes would make you this famous. But what'd you expect—your personality stood out and therefore so did your blog... and maybe the fact that you're dating the number hot-headed hero, Dynamight. While your job involves writing blogs and interviewing heroes—you've somehow managed to form some sort of cult fan-base. And the people have been begging you to go live with Dynamight, got to give the people what they want. You squint as you adjust your camera and mic on your tripod your boyfriend got you to help make your job easier—little did he know that he'd be dragged into your shenanigans. Papers and sticky notes are scattered around your coffee table—your “research notes,” color-coded in red and purple, the margins practically screaming. Somewhere behind you, the kettle whistles faintly, but your focus is on making sure the camera angle doesn’t make you look like you’re going live from the catacombs. "Hey, can you guys see me?" you ask clicking your finger onto your camera.

we can see you! hi!! SHE’S LIVE

You squint at the screen, then lean closer. "Okay great! Hi everyon-", you're cut off by the unmistakable clatter of a cupboard being slammed shut.

A voice carries from the kitchen. "Where's my mug Y/n-"

Bakugou is cut short when he walks into the living room—slightly ruffled blonde hair—baggy tnt pajama pants you got him hanging low on his waist, watching you adjust your camera.

You glance at him over your shoulder. “…And here we go.” Of course, the stream hears him and start flooding the chat.

OMG IS THAT DYNAMIGHT?? HE’S IN PAJAMAS BABYGIRL ALERT

You giggle to yourself—your finger scrolling through the the live chat.

Bakugou stops, eyes narrowing at the camera like it personally offended him. “Why are there this many people watching me?” He leans next to you, squinting—an attempt of him trying to understand modern technology read the chat.

You tilt your head at him, completely unbothered—shrugging. “Because you’re loud.”

BABYGIRL IS HERE omg so domestic

He takes a seat next to you on the couch, squinting some more—"and why's your chat calling me 'babygirl'-" his brows furrowing as if both offended and confused. You let out a chocked laugh at that and he turns his frown towards you.

FREE HIM let him out the basement y/n

You roll your eyes at the chaos of the chat—clearly used to this. “No he’s not trapped. He lives here.” Bakugou on the other hand, was not used to this at all. “Why are they like this—turn it off—” this was Bakugou's first time joining in on one of your lives. Usually he'd just watch you, scoffing or mumbling under his breath over the things you say while he watched you with admiration from a distance. Obviously he didn't mean to join in—but he wasn't expecting you to stream before bed either. And you weren't expecting him to sit down next to you and start reading the chat. “And with that,” you say, clasping your hands, “welcome to tonight’s livestream.” "They're saying your mic is messed up idiot, let me fix it" he mumbles—his hands finding their way towards the mic on your neck adjusting it.

AWWW MARRY HER soft soft

When he's done you lean back in to read the flooding comments, "He only touches me for audio quality," you respond. “You’re sleeping on the couch.” He deadpans and you laugh.

interview him!! DYNAMIGHT INTERVIEW

“Well, Dynamight,” you say smugly, “seems like the people want an interview.”

He groans, leaning back into the couch but doesn't appose.

You go grab your notebook and a pen before plopping back down next to him. "Alright", you say clicking your pen for dramatic effect—“So how do you feel about the commission’s new urban combat regulations?” “They’re stupid.” “Elaborate.” “They’re really stupid.”

WRITE THAT DOWN ✍️PULITZER PRIZE MOMENT

You roll your eyes but a sly smile quickly replaces it when you pull up a draft article you wrote out of spite—"mind if we go through some articles written about you?" "Now we're talkin'. Do it, I'm fuckin' awesome" he smirks leaning back against the couch, his arms resting behind his neck. A cocky smile spread across his face but you knew it wouldn't last, trying not to laugh you read out loud “This one’s titled ‘Bakugou Katsuki: A Menace to society or Public Safety Nightmare?’” His smug grin instantly falters. He jerks up in a frown as he lunges for the paper in your hand, "Who the fuck-" but his confusion settles into a knowing annoyed look when he reads your name on the paper—you burst out laughing. "Yeah yeah, real funny", a faint smile creeping onto his face—crumpling up the paper before tossing it aside. Though he knew you had endless copies of it anyway. You’re scrolling through the chat, reading aloud questions for Bakugou. “Okay, someone wants to know… what you really think about Deku’s ‘amazing’ agency work...?" You read aloud confused. Bakugou frowns and leans in next to you, his shoulder brushing yours as he reads through the chat.

Suddenly, the chat blows up with anonymous comments:

freakaleekfan: hey dynamight, remember when you tripped over your own quirk? greenmight: hi kaachan!

"Is that- fuckin' Deku and Dunce face?" he groans as continues to read the flooding chat—his finger aggressively tapping the screen as if he's trying to erase them. "Maybe?" you squint at the flooding messages, the chat turning to chaos quick.

freakaleekfan: oh the wonderful y/n is with you, hey y/n! greenmight: hi y/n!! I loved your all-might article

You giggle reading back on the chat your friends were sending in through your live, "Hey you two, thanks."

Bakugou just groans in annoyance, "Ay, get out of my fuckin' chat."

You smirk at that, glad Katsuki was enjoying joining in on your stream enough to call it his chat—but also worried about the chaos that your friends were about to bring to your live.

freakaleekfan: hey Bakubro, remember those love letters you wrote y/n in school? greenmight: OH OH! I remember those! I honestly thought they were hate mail at first- freakaleekfan: did you ever end up giving them to her?

You barely have time to read what Denki and Deku are sending in chat before Bakugou grabs the phone off the tripod, out of your reach. "Hey-!" you argue as you try to get it back, "I was reading that!" He narrows the phone so that you can't read the chat, "You have FIVE seconds to leave the fuckin' chat or I will blast your asses to hell", Bakugou threatens, his ears turning red—but of course, they aren't threatened.

freakaleekfan: "y/n. rooftop after school. you better be there." pinkitydrinkity: i don't remember them being that bad- greenmight: i'd probably think he was going to push me off the roof- freakaleekfan: i'd file a restraining order hotncold_bykatyperry: Midoriya, I think you are simply traumatized but I do not disagree. He would have pushed you off.

More of your friends started to flood the chat, joining in the conversation about Bakugou's lack of romantic skills during school. You're trying to peak over his broad shoulders—but he keeps moving farther away, struggling to turn the stream off—his face getting more irritated and red as the comments go through. "YOU IDIOTS! Get the fuck out of my stream or I'll shove an explosion so far UP YOUR ASSES-" the screen shuts off and he blinks—a message popping up instead.

You've been banned from streaming for 24 hours due to violating our community terms.

For a moment, the living room is quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and your own laughter tapering off.

Bakugou stands there, shoulders tight, jaw clenched, staring at the phone like it personally betrayed him.

“What—what happened?” you ask, breathless, as he shoves the phone back into your hands. “Katsuki! You got me banned!”

He scoffs, running a hand through his messy blonde hair. “Tch. Stupid platform.” His ears are still red. Very red.

You glance at the notification again, then sigh dramatically and flop back onto the couch. “Twenty-four hours?? I just rebuilt my engagement,” you groan.

He doesn’t respond. His face looking the other way.

You watch him for a second, then soften.

“…Hey,” you say gently, scooting next to him. “You know them, they were probably just messing with you about the tripping thing.”

“…That’s not—” he starts, then cuts himself off, jaw tightening.

You tilt your head, studying him. “What?”

He looks away—embarrassed that something so stupid got him feeling so small. “Nothing.”

You reach for him anyway, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. His shoulders ease just a fraction as he looks down at you.

You’re just about to say something else when your phone buzzes in your hand.

Once. Twice. Then it doesn’t stop.

You frown, pulling it closer. “Huh… that’s weird.”

Bakugou stiffens. “What.”

You scroll. Your eyes widen.

“Oh my god.”

“What,” he snaps, leaning in despite himself.

You turn the screen toward him.

A clip. Already gaining more engagement by the second than any of your lives. And there on your screen. You see.

Bakugou adjusting your mic, careful fingers steadying the clip at your collar, his expression focused, soft, almost gentle. The caption reads:

“When Dynamight forgets he’s on camera for 12 seconds.” #softugo #babygirltechsupport #domesticdynamight

Your breathing is heavy, struggling to catch your breath after your boyfriend just bent you over the vanity and made you cum countless of times until you could no longer form a single coherent thought.

You feel dirty, wet and sore but satisfied, in the best way. He probably would've kept going if you hadn't stopped him.

You attempt to properly stand up but your knees buckle beneath you, thankfully Bakugou catches you before you hit the floor.

You roll your eyes embarrassed—but he just smirks as he effortlessly plops you into his lap, placing a kiss on your forehead—before looking you down, examining the aftermath of his mouth sucking on your clit while his fingers curled inside your dripping cunt for hours.

"What?" you ask embarrassed, closing your legs a little.

Your mind replaying the scene, he had you bent over the vanity—legs spread out, your ass and pussy on full display for him and he did not disappoint.

His face buried into your aching wet cunt, licking, spitting, sucking—like he needed this more than you ever did. His mouth spilling filthy praises making you needly clench down onto his fingers earning a groan and more filthy praises.

"Look at you, all spread out for me,"

"Doin' so good for me, so fuckin' good and needy for me,"

"I know, baby.. but I know you got one more in there for me yeah? Come on baby, one more",

You try to shoo the thoughts away as you feel your core ache again at these memories—but you know for a fact you're way too sore to go again. You already had lost count.

"You're a fuckin' mess down there," his eyes never looking away from your swollen, overstimulated cunt—even when you bring your thighs together self-consciously.

"Your fault" you mumble—feeling your cheeks warm under his gaze and comment.

He chuckles at your embarassement finding it enduring, "yeah yeah, my fault for makin' my girlfriend cum so hard she can't wal-" he's silenced by your hand covering his dirty mouth.

"Just shut up and help me get to bed.." you groan cheeks warm, you could see the amusement lit in his red eyes but he doesn't appose—he picks you up, bridal style—plopping you gently onto the bed.

"Be back," you watch as he disappears into the bathroom and when he's back he's holding a wet towel.

He sits down at the edge of the bed, in-front of you. "Spread your legs for me again," he commands and you do.

You notice his jaw tightening slightly as he takes you in again for what seems to be the hundredth time that night—like no matter how many times you display yourself to him he's never going to get enough of you.

He slowly starts to wipe your mess but you immediately whine, jerking back a bit.

"Too sensitive?"

Without waiting for a response he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your swollen clit earning a whimper from you.

"Katsuki-" you barely breathe out— "shh" he silences you by gently blowing against your oversensitive flesh before placing another kiss there.

You wince, closing your eyes at the oversensitivity and pleasure.

He leans back up and cleans you properly this time—being extra careful with your sensitive areas.

When he's done he puts away the towel, dressed you into one of his hoodies and boxers—before laying down next to you, pulling you into his arms.

💥 synopsis ! ﾒ being a pro-hero didn't mean you could always save everyone, you could only try. sometimes there are battles you will unwillingly lose and Bakugou had just lost one. he comes back home from work, his mind filled with dread and guilt gnawing at him for being unable to save everyone. all he wants and needs is you, he wants to do one thing right today. 💥 note ! ﾒ i just finished watching arcane.. and the song "Fantastic" from the show has been stuck in my head on repeat. so i decided to write this piece inspired by the song.. listen to the song while reading for a better experience :) warnings ; adult content/smut if you will, adult pro-hero Bakugou x fem reader.

You were in the kitchen humming to one of your favourite songs, about to get started on dinner. Your husband had texted you earlier assuring you that he will come home a bit later tonight as duty calls which meant you started cooking later than usual. You hear the front door slam shut and you smile to yourself knowing Katsuki is finally home. You rush to the front door to greet him—his blonde hair was a mess and frankly so was he. You watched as he dropped his gear lifelessly onto the ground—hard. Harder than usual. He was quiet, dead silent. His face more tired than usual, crimson eyes staring ahead but devoid of any emotion.

Usually when Katsuki was home he made sure you knew it, he made sure his presence was known. "I'm home" he'd grunt slamming the door and rushing to find you. But right now he didn't look like he wanted to be found. You cocked your head at him, "Katsuki?" you asked softly, a simple call but it was more than enough to get his eyes to settle onto you. He doesn't say anything, you watch as he walks towards you with slow careful steps, and without saying a word his hands immediately pull you in for a rough kiss.

You don't move, you don't pull away, you just let him kiss you deeply gasping into his mouth as you melt into him. When he pulls away to catch his breath, you quickly ask— "what's going on-", "I need you" he breathes out, his voice desperate, rough and shaky. You look into his red eyes, wanting to understand but you know Bakugou doesn't want to talk right now. Clearly something happened and he needs you, he needs you to ground him. You could tell by the way his hands move shakily in circles against your hips that he needs to know you're there, that you're real. "I'm yours all baby" you whisper and that's all he needed for his lips to crash right back onto yours. Katsuki was usually rough, but tonight he was rougher. It didn't seem like he meant it, his bigger hands roaming all over your body—pressing into your curves hard enough to mark. This wasn't him trying to be dominant, it was him assuring himself that you're really here, with him. His lips crashed against yours, his tongue searching your mouth, desperately trying to get drunk off of your lips. Hands desperately roaming all over your body as his lips swallowed you whole.

You let out a gasp, gripping his broad shoulders when he started kissing his way down your throat. "Katsuki-" you whine and you could hear him groan in response against your neck. He then pulls away and your face gently slams against his chest, your legs dangling over his arms as he carries you towards the bedroom. He tosses you onto the bed, hovering above you as you lay there looking up at him. He notices the question in your eyes and exhales sharply, jaw tightening. “Don’t,” he mutters. “Please. I don’t wanna talk.”

He walks towards your speakers, which were now playing "Fantastic by King princess"— he desperately turns the volume up, his hands lousily slipping slightly against the buttons before turning to face you again. Mm, you believe that I'm in pain Help me disassociate ♫

Then, quieter, almost ashamed— “I just wanna make you feel good.”

He doesn’t wait for you to answer.

He doesn't have to.

He sees that you understand, the way you look at him, he doesn't have to say a single word. You know he's carrying guilt he doesn’t know how to verbalize, you know this isn’t escapism—it’s grounding. He needs to feel real again. He needs to feel you. He needs to do something right.

Katsuki moves to the bed, his movements slower now, like the closer he gets the heavier his body feels. He's hovering over you. Your back against the headboard—the music thrums through the room, low and steady, bass vibrating beneath your skin. When he reaches you, he doesn’t kiss you right away. Instead, he presses his forehead to yours, eyes shut tight, breath uneven against your lips.

One of his hands slides down your side, fingers curling into the fabric of your clothes, grounding himself in the warmth of you. The other braces beside your head, knuckles white.

“Just—” he exhales, voice rough. “Let me.”

You nod immediately, hands coming up to cup his face. Your thumbs brush beneath his eyes, gentle, reassuring. “Okay,” you murmur. “I’m here.”

That seems to be what breaks him.

And just like that, his mouth finds its way onto your neck again—his hands, all over you.

Your hands grasp onto his muscular arms as he sucks onto that sweet spot on your neck—he pulls away for a second to shakily remove his hero gloves with his teeth, tossing them on the floor before his warm hands made their way under your shirt.

He roams your warm flush skin before pulling your shirt above your head.

Which is then tossed on the floor— "fuckin' pretty", his hands and mouth instantly making their way towards marking your bare chest. Your breathing is heavier by the second, all Katsuki wants to do is please and God. Is he pleasing you alright.

Katsuki shifts down the bed, kissing his way down your body—movements deliberate, almost reverent. He takes his sweet time, making sure every inch of your naked skin has been properly attended to.

When he finally settles between your thighs, he looks up at you. You're breathing heavily, chest rising as you make contact with your blonde.

He doesn't cut the eye contact, his eyes looking at yours—desperate, begging—as if asking for permission. You could feel the warmth in your core amplify with the way he's looking at you right now. You give him a subtle nod, your eyes pleading. You want him just as much—and that's all he needed.

He kisses the curve of your lower stomach, just above your waistband before he pulls it down—taking your underwear down with it and he tosses it aside without a second thought. For a moment, he just looks at you. Katsuki’s pupils dilate instantly, dark and blown wide as his gaze drags over you, slow and unashamed. Like he’s memorizing you. Like he’s grounding himself in the sight of you laid out beneath him. His jaw tightens, a quiet breath leaving his nose as if seeing you like this has knocked the air from his lungs. You shift beneath his stare, a soft squirm betraying you before you can stop it. Heat curls low in your stomach, your body already reacting to the intensity of his attention. You feel exposed under his eyes—seen, and it only makes the ache between your thighs worse. He notices. His gaze flicks down, sharp and knowing, lingering where you’re already wet, already aching for him. The corner of his mouth twitches—not quite a smirk, but something darker. Hungrier. “So fuckin’ responsive,” he mutters, voice low and rough, more to himself than to you.

One of his hands slides down your thigh, thumb brushing just close enough to make you gasp. He doesn’t touch you where you want him to—not yet. He just watches the way you react, the way your hips tilt up without thinking.

Like he needs proof.

Like knowing he can still make you feel like this is the only thing keeping him steady. He leans in against your thigh, kissing dangerously close to where you need him most. You groan in want as he teases you—lips and teeth exploring your inner thighs, making your core soak by the second.

"Please" you whimper—and fuck Katsuki can't take it. He loves it when you beg for him, he can't tease any longer.

I just want to be a good passenger ♫

The song swells in the background as he focuses entirely on you, like the rest of the world has narrowed to the way you sound, the way your body reacts beneath his hands. He stays close, grounded, one hand gripping your thigh like an anchor, the other smoothing up your stomach in slow, repetitive motions—as he leans in, he exhales against your aching cunt which causes you to grip his hair—whining at the teasing.

He chuckles deeply at your reaction before finally giving in, parting your thighs more deliberately, and lowers himself fully between your legs. The heat of him against your wetness makes him groan low, muffled against your skin, and you shiver, fingers tightening in his hair.

His tongue glides over you slowly at first, dragging through your folds with careful, deliberate strokes, testing, tasting. The sound of your whines, of your hips pressing into his face, draws a growl from him—rough, throaty, unrestrained. “Fuck…so wet for me,” he rasps, lifting his head just long enough to catch your eyes, pupils dark and blown wide. He dives back in, more eager now, letting his tongue probe deeper, flicking and circling with precision. Every gasp, every trembling whine from you drives him further, like he’s trying to imprint himself on your body, trying to prove—through the way you melt under him—that he can still make you feel this good.

You grip his hair tighter, murmuring, “You’re doing good…always do…” Your words are soft, steady, grounding him as much as they ground you. And he needs that—needs to hear it—needs to know that he’s still enough, that he can still do one thing right today. I'm feeling fantastic, I'm fucking fantastic ♫

He hums against you at that, the sound low, almost broken. His grip tightens for a second before easing again.

“Mm…yeah? You like that?” he growls, licking up the sensitive skin and pausing to let the friction of your thighs against his face drive him insane. “Tell me you like it, say my name.”

“I-I do, Katsuki…you’re amazing…” you gasp, voice shaky, nails brushing his scalp. Your reassurances hit him like a tether, pulling him back from the edge of his own guilt and self-loathing.

He hums into you, low and satisfied, tongue sliding in slow circles as he lets your moans guide him, hands pressing into your thighs to hold you steady. “Good…so good for me…” he mutters again, between licks and quiet groans, voice rough and desperate. “…so fuckin' good for me…”

Every sound you make, every tiny movement of your hips, every whispered reassurance, is like a lifeline. He buries himself into you completely, eating you out with a mixture of feral need and careful devotion, grounding himself in the one thing that makes sense tonight: you.

The guilt doesn’t disappear—you can feel it in the way he pauses, the way his breathing stutters—but each quiet reassurance seems to ease it just a little. You murmur his name, over and over, grounding him the same way he’s grounding you.

I'm feeling amazing, I'm fucking amazing ♫ Just when you thought it couldn't feel any better, he thrusts two fingers inside of you while his mouth devours your clit. Your back arches against him in a desperate moaning plea—your grip against his hair tightening as the sound of his fingers fucking your wet cunt fill the room.

"Suki- I'm close" you stutter as he sucks on your clit, fingers thrusting in and out of your dripping folds.

"Come" he groans against your clit, sending shivers down your spine. "Come in my fuckin' mouth." And with that—your orgasm comes crashing down. Like a wave, hitting the shore, leaving your body with a gasp.

You just have to take it (Take it) If you want someone crazy like me, babe ♫

Katsuki doesn't stop devouring you until your body stops shaking. When your climax fully washes over you, he pulls his fingers out of you—earning a whiny sigh from you at the loss. He pulls his mouth away—but not before placing one sloppy kiss on your swollen, overstimulated clit causing your hips to buck slightly.

He doesn’t move to get up right away.

He stays there rested between your thighs. Laying his head against your thigh—he looks up at you. You're both breathing hard, your face flushed red, the afterglow of your orgasm filling your cheeks. His face wet with a mixture of his spit along with your juices.

Eventually, he wipes his face on his sleeve as he climbs back up beside you, heavy and warm, collapsing into your arms like he’s run out of fight entirely. His head finds your chest, one arm slung over your waist, possessive even in exhaustion.

You run your fingers through his hair, slow and rhythmic. His breathing evens out gradually, tension bleeding from his shoulders with every pass of your hand. His lips press against your collarbone, and he exhales softly, a long shuddering breath that carries everything he’s been holding in all day. For a moment, he doesn’t speak—doesn’t move—just clings to you. You let him, holding him tightly, letting your warmth reassure him wordlessly. You trace small circles on his back, feeling the tension melt with every pass of your fingers. Occasionally, his hand twitches against your waist, almost like he’s trying to memorize the feel of you, to imprint your presence into himself.

“…Stay,” he mutters sleepily, voice barely there.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promise. You lay like that for a while. The music on repeat in the background—his head on your chest as you softly run your hands through his hair and trace circles on his back. Eventually his breathing evens completely, slow and heavy, eyelids fluttering before closing fully. One last small sigh escapes him—a release, a surrender—and then he’s asleep, completely surrendered and trusting.

"I'm so proud of you" you whisper, placing a soft kiss against his forehead.

He murmurs something incoherent in his sleep, face nuzzled against you, and you can’t help the small, fond smile that tugs at your lips. In this moment, the world outside doesn’t exist. There’s just him, just you and the song playing in the background. And I'm thinking of you When I'm up here higher- ♫

summary: Bakugo isn't the type to ask for attention, he's used to you being up his ass anyway. But when you're really caught up in your book for hours, he gets a bit clingy annoyed.

note: God ive been hating my writing a bit lately fjfbdkdb AAA.

You're fully absorbed by your book. Body curled on one end of the couch, book sprawled open in your hands as your eyes chase after the words.

A low irritated exhale from the other end of the couch.

Bakugo's sprawled on the couch, his arms crossed as he taps his foot against the ground.

Another huff.

Another glance in your direction.

"Tch."

You keep reading.

He finally snaps, "how long are you going to stare at that stupid book?"

You raise an eyebrow, "I thought you were busy." Nodding your head towards the phone in his hand.

"I am" he lies, scowling. "You're just.. breathing too loud." he grunts.

You blink confused and then it hits you- you smirk.

"Someone wants-"

"Don't." He ears going a bit red, "I don't want anything."

Liar.

You focus your smug face back to your book.

A few seconds later you feel him shifting on the couch, moving closer. You ignore it pretending like you don't notice but then you feel a hand rest on your thigh.

You feel his hand tighten around your thigh possessively, you look up at him.

You smirk.

He glares.

His ears bright red.

"Just read your damn book" he mutters.

"You clearly don't want me to Kat" you giggle as you rest your hand atop his.

"If you want my attention just say so" you smile softly at him and his expression softens.

His gaze lingers a bit between you and your book, the gears of his mind moving in thought before he moves.

"What are you-" you gasp as he positions you in his lap, his hands firmly gripping your waist.

"Just keep readin' baby," he groans against your ear, and your breath hitches as his lips placing rough kisses down your neck while his hands roam down to your thighs.

pairing: Bakugo x bestfriend f!reader note: again, this is inspired by the full-story fic im working on... first chapters will be up on wattpad soon! @drainedwisp there too. :) Also please give me requests I don't know what to write here..

"Bakugoo?" you groaned dramatically, forehead pressed to the desk. "Quick question, if you divide by zero-"

"You don't," he cut in immediately, not even looking up.

"But what if like, I really wanted to?"

He finally raised his head, eyes narrowing at you. "I swear to god, if you're doing this on purpose-"

Your plan was faltering, you wanted out of the study session. Not that Bakugo was a bad teacher, in fact he was great but your brain couldn't process anything any longer.

"I'm not!" you lie dramatically, "I'm just creatively confused. God forbid a girl is creative" you groan rolling your eyes.

Bakugo let out a long, suffering exhale and tapped the notebook in front of you. "The problem. Again. Now"

You rolled your eyes and squinted down at the problem in front of you. You're so tired that the entire equation is starting to blur. "Do I really need to find X? It clearly doesn't want to be found." He slowly closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.

You grinned. He was two seconds from combusting. Perfect, everything was going according to plan.

He was in the middle of explaining when you pull out a long plastic pointer with a mini pointing hand at the end of it. He paused, "What the hell-" he starts but you accidentally almost poke him in the eye with it.

"Shit- SORRY-" you start but it's too late he took it from your hand and you're suddenly being jabbed to hell.

You screeched and collapsed off your chair giggling, and he fought a smirk but failed as he grinned down at your fallen figure. "If you didn't want to study you should've just said so, dumbass." "I DO!" you argued, rubbing your shoulder where he poked you. "I'm just really tired Bakugo- Aizawa has been working my ass off" you groaned stretching your arms back.

His eyes flick over you for a second while you stretched, his jaw twitching a little before he looked away.

"We'll finish tomorrow", he muttered, pushing his chair back from her desk as he stood. He picks up his books before heading out of your dorm. "Night!" you call back and he replies with a grunt before closing your dorm door.

You stretch about to finally rest when you spot something on the chair, Bakugo forgot his jacket on the chair. An evil grin spreads across your face. The next morning you're walking into the common room, strutting all proud.

Bakugo's jacket hung off your shoulders, practically swallowing you whole. You did your best to ignore how warm it was and how it stupidly smelt good, smelt like him. Everyone's eyes widen when they saw you.

Kirishima's jaw dropped mid-bite of his protein bar.

Sero elbowed Mina so hard she almost fell off the couch.

Denki almost choked on his donut.

And Bakugo- standing at the counter drinking his shake that he nearly chokes on when he sees you. "Morning" you grin smugly giving a little twirl, thinking nothing of it. "Where- the hell? Did you go through my shit?" he barked, his voice slightly cracking at the end. You smirked, "Finders keepers." You shrugged teasingly. "You forgot it at my dorm last night" you say tugging on the collar.

Bakugo opened his mouth. Closed it, then opened it again. His eyes swept over you, the jacket drowning your frame. He never really noticed your size difference until now, his ears went bright red.

"I'm not taking that back until you wash it-" he grunted unable to look away. He was lying of course.

Summary: Just some headcannons about what I think a lazy day in with Bakugo would be like... I'm thinking of turning this into a little fic/drabble..? Let me know if you'd like that :) Bakugo is anything but lazy, that man is always in action. Whether he's on patrol or beating the shit out of a boxing bag in training, he's always on the move. But he'll never admit that he loves the lazy slow days he gets to have with you every once in a while.

pairing : bakugou katsuki x female reader

note : hey i'm new to posting on tumblr! I'm currently in the works of writing a wattpad story fanfic starring bakugou katsuki and a lot of my posts on here are kind of going to be inspired by that in a way.. feel free to send me requests and tell me what you think :)

"They have those dance machines- no way!" Denki practically vibrated as he shook Sero in excitement.

The crew stepped into the arcade and took a look around, Lights flashed, machines beeped, there was so much they could do and they couldn't contain their eagerness to try it all. It was overwhelming in the best way possible. Bakugo grunted as he followed the group, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets. Kirishima slowed his pace to join him, elbowing him in the ribs. "You know, arcades are like the perfect place to make moves man" he wiggled his eyebrows as he glanced a knowing look at Y/N. "Shove off, shitty hair", Bakugo snapped, frowning in response as he pulled away from Kirishima, but he didn't budge. Bakugo's eyes drifted unintentionally off to Y/N where she was laughing with Jirou and he felt his pulse stutter, fuck. He glanced back at Kirishima who gave him a knowing look, as if he knew this would happen. Bakugo rolled his eyes annoyingly before muttering, "Fine." That earned a wide spread grin from Kirishima as he began to blurt out his cupid plan to Bakugo. Y/n looked excitedly around the arcade, she'd never been here before and she loved games. She was a bit overwhelmed by the amount and didn't know what to start with until she got nudged by a shoulder-.

She looked to her side to find Bakugo's crimson eyes looking down at her, his expression unreadable. "They have a shooting game" he muttered, jerking his head lazily towards something that looked like a capsule booth. She blinked a little confused, processing what he had just said. "You've got good aim", he smirked then added "Or so you claim." This got her attention, her competitive switch flipped instantly. Y/n raised a challenging eyebrow at him, "If you wanted me to beat your ass so badly you could've just said so" she smirked crossing her arms as she strutted towards the capsule. Bakugo let out a quiet breath of relief that this worked as he followed her towards the game, he looked back towards Kirishima who gave him two thumbs up. Bakugo flipped him off.