yurrr

you roll your eyes, tutting loud and annoyed. “no ‘good morning baby.’ no, ‘you look so beautiful this morning. sorry for waking you up.’ you’re asking if i have panties on. i should kick you out on the street.”

bakugou’s smirk grows, he can deal with you pissy in the morning. in fact, this is exactly how he wants you. looking at him like he’s dirt on the bottom of your shoe, ready to slap him across his face for being crude.

he’s missed you. he wants you.

you eye his golden biceps. muscled and juicy in his tight thick tank. the bulletproof material hugs his pectorals, every ab and points his nipples. you ignore your name tattooed in cursive on his collarbone, the first and last letters peeking out of either side of his left strap. there’s leftover black eye makeup under his eyebrow and sweet sweat all over his body that makes him look similar to a glazed doughnut. he pull off his trousers last, leaving him in these black shorts he wears underneath. you can see his thighs tense as he lands back on both feet, his stupid thigh tattoo being revealed for a split second before hiding beneath the fabric.

bakugou should be exhausted after working for eighteen hours straight, he usually is. but fuck, if you don’t give him a new lease of life.

“good morning my sweet baby,” he coos, almost mockingly, just enough syrup laced in the words to keep you looking at him, albeit still frowning. he steps in closer to you, fingers gripping your chin, “been thinkin’ about you.”

you look up, head tilted in his grasp expectantly. he should be kissing you, right smack on your lips as a hello, maybe even an apology for waking you up.

instead, you follow his ruby pupils as they flicker over your face. lastly, staring at your lips. not kissing them. you hate how easily your body reacts to his proximity after how long he’s been yours, after him being so annoying.

your heart races when you can feel the heat of his body beaming onto your shorter one. you relax at the touch of his hand, any second now and you’re about to lean into his palm. you hate how even the sweaty smell of working on the streets, lingers loudly and warms you from the centre out. you’re one big reactive nerve for your boyfriend, ready to jump and rub up on him like a cat in heat.

“sorry for wakin’ you from your beauty sleep, princess,” he bends in closer to you, his pretty face right in yours. plucked eyebrows, shaven face, a streak of dirt on his cheek. then he smirks, slow and sexy, “is that enough for you?”

at that, you yank out of his grip, slapping his hand off your face. “why are you being so annoying?” you whine, spinning around to go back to your bedroom. “don’t follow me!”

bakugou’s always been good with following rules but he’s choosing not to today. he bounces after you, right on your tail as you push open the door to your bedroom.

your crumpled white bedsheets, one side lifted over from where you were laying before. there’s a box of condoms on the side of your bed he claimed, left from the last time he was around.

“nuh-uh, i meant it. sorry for wakin’ you. i know you hate mornin’s,” he brushes his lips against your ear when he speaks, his hands finding your waist and he’s not surprised by how you lean into him.

“you need to go shower, stinky,” you mumble with a pout.

despite everything, you’re a fool for his attention.

“i will, i will,” he mumbles, slowly pushing you back onto your bed.

you fall back with ease, head on your pillow and bakugou climbs over on top of you. he’s got one of his knees between yours, hands on either side of your shoulders.

you adjust your hips to wrap your legs around his waist and ignoring his own face on your tee, he looks between your legs.

“ah, so you do have panties on,” he grins, hooking his finger on the fabric at your hip and pinging it to your skin.

you slap his hand, still in a mood, “ouch, idiot. obviously, i do.”

your fiery glare serves as loving warmth and heat at bakugou’s crotch. your eyebrows are furrowed yet your legs tighten around his waist. your fingers fiddle with his clothes, adjusting his tank making sure the straps are equal. you’re fighting against him with that cute little pout. bakugou likes when you’re about to snap, he hardly gets you like this.

“y’gonna let me take ‘em off, beautiful?” he plays, rubbing his thumbs over the fabric of them, your pubic hair peeping out the top.

you pinch his bronzed side, “no. say sorry and greet me properly.”

bakugou grunts a laugh, both hands finding your hips and pulling you to his crotch. he notices how you inhale at the feel of his thickness, blink a few extra times.

“i’m not sorry for wakin’ you up. i wanted to see you,” bakugou knows the rules. happy life, happy wife. agree with everything your girlfriend says. but he’s in the mood to push, play with you a little.

you stifle a yawn beneath your palm at the same time birds chime outside. the morning sun is peeping out below your curtains and in this moment, you’re both levelled with how quiet it is.

“say sorry for forgetting your keys and making me climb out of bed to get you.”

“but then i wouldn’t have you and your little attitude lookin’ like you wanna bite me.”

you flick his forehead, your voice in need of some water this early, “so this is an attempt to seduce me? annoying me out of my panties?”

bakugou shakes his head with a grin, his hair thick with the grime of the day. “i don’t needa seduce you anymore. i bet i could slide right in. i bet you want me to.”

you shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest. you refuse to touch him but your legs stay put.

“not true. we aren’t kids in a playground. you don’t have to be mean because you have a crush on me.”

“more than a crush. i love you,” he breathes, ducking into your neck to lay a few kisses down. he kisses a trail up to your jaw, lightly biting down on your skin. the angle pushes his cock between your legs and you fight the urge to grind up into him.

“you haven’t even kissed me hello,” you whine, gritting your teeth. “you’ve been mean to me.”

he lays a kiss to the corner of your lips. “is that all my baby wants? just a kiss?”

he’s got you all softened, he knows it. your eyes turn down at the edges, your lips keep twitching every time his face gets closer, your arms wrap around his neck to keep him close.

you nod slowly, “i’ve been telling you.”

“yeah? sorry, baby. it’s been a long day, f’me,” bakugou grins against your lips before slotting his over yours.

he focuses on your bottom lip. sucking your flesh until it’s tender, feeling all your limbs tighten around him and your hips rub against his cock. you’re so reactive when you’re sleepy, like your body is just acting on need and instinct.

once he gets a long sweet moan out of you, complete with a cute, “kats,” bakugou tilts his head to slink his tongue into your mouth. it’s wet, messy and slow. he works you like you’re a puzzle to unwind, to get you as relaxed as possible so he can fuck you back to sleep. you let him take control, all the fight slowly spilling out of your body.

it’s you that’s needy now, his plan all coming together.

he licks around your mouth. sucks on your tongue in order to draw a few more moans from you. you twitch beneath him, fingers grabbing at his tank top.

“kats, please,” you whine, spit connecting your lips to his.

bakugou kisses it away. he rumbles against you, gives you a grind against your core in return. it gets your back arching, a gasp pulled out of your throat.

“what, baby?” he grunts, so sure his arousal has taken over his face. “say it to me.”

“take off my panties. let me feel you,” you say loud and clear, never shy about your needs. bakugou’s always loved that about you, especially in the early days when he could never spit the words out.

bakugou works quickly, lifting your hips to grab your comfy floral panties. he pulls them up off your legs and he wants to stare at you, needy and ready for him but he’s distracted by something, “might need you to take off the tee too. don’t wanna be lookin’ at my face when i’m lovin’ you.”

you look down at his crumpled face, mid cursing in his hero uniform on your tee. “don’t wanna. it’s cold.” you pull up the fabric, resting it all on your breasts to reveal your stomach. “there.”

bakugou grunts, shoving the fabric under your chin. your breasts rise and fall with every breath and he doesn’t miss the goosebumps that prickle around your nipples, “there we go. i’ll keep you warm.”

you roll your eyes, a smile about to break, “get naked, hero. then i can go back to sleep.”

bakugou chuckles under his breath, unable to take his eyes off your face. the curve of a smile appearing and the squint of your eyes. he’s gonna treat you good, now and forever after.

bakugou pulls off his tank with the skill of a model in a perfume advertisement, sexy and purposeful, giving you enough time to skim down his body.

immediately, your hand flies to a spot just below his armpit, “you have a bruise! where were your sidekicks? did you take them?”

bakugou is quick to shush you, “wasn’t from patrol. was sparrin’ with them.”

“oh,” you whisper, resting your hand over the purplish spot, bakugou adjusts to shuffle out of his shorts and underwear in one go. “they need to go easier on you.”

then you look between his legs. you hope he doesn’t go easy on you.

“no the fuck they don’t. i let them have this one. they didn’t get ninety nine percent of their shots.” he replies, taking his cock in his hand before you can.

bakugou has a gorgeous cock, one you speak about when you’ve had too many cocktails and beg for when he walks out the shower with a towel low on his waist. you’re about to start, pulling him to you by your legs at the sight of his scarred hand looking somewhat small when he gives himself a few pumps.

“okay, honourable senpai. you’re so kind letting your protégés hit you for a confidence boost.”

bakugou smirks, just like he knows how to rile you up, you know how to him. “you sure you wanna talk like this now?”

you smile, ignoring him, “get a condom, you’re already leaking.”

you brush your thumb over his head, swiping his pre and sticking it in your mouth.

“fuck,” bakugou gulps, stretching to grab one from his bedside table. “you win, whatever.”

“yay me.”

it’s exactly what you both wanted. bakugou stuffs a pillow under your back, grips your hips and slides completely into you.

you’re a little tight this morning with no foreplay but it’s a stretch you welcome. bakugou’s already panting, stumbles of swears and even a “get it to-fuckin’-gether,” to himself when you accidentally clench around him.

“h-hold on, baby,” you say, eyes closed as you find the best spot.

he feels so good inside you, thick and hugging, so close to prodding your favourite parts.

“you good?” he flicks his gaze away from where you join to your face, lips parted.

“hm, yeah. there we go,” you only needed a few seconds. “move. move, kats.”

bakugou begins his thrusts short and controlled, testing the waters before he can really go how he wants. you feel incredible, amazing, wet and warm and like the love of his life.

he’s already given you his soul, but during sex is when he offers you more and more.

“i love you. fuckin’ love you so much,” he stutters through pants. every thrust louder with a pat pat pat. “been thinkin’ about you all day. comin’ to you. seein’ your lil face.”

you’re listening to every word but you can’t manage to reply to each comment. “faster, baby. harder.”

you can really smell him now. the smell of the day now becoming sweaty sex. your eyes roll back into your head, your clit pulses in need.

bakugou listens like you’re his north star guiding him home. he plants his knees into your mattress and thrusts. harder, controlled yet always careful of you.

“oh fuck,” you moan, slapping your hands onto his back to pull him in closer to you. his thrusts are strong, every single one sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. “fuck, fuck, fuck, kats. oh, i love you. love this so much.”

you’re rambling, unable to think straight and the harder bakugou goes, your headboard begins to rattle against the wall.

you both couldn’t care less.

it’s a bundle of moans, body parts that have no beginning or end. your bonnet is falling off your head, some of bakugou’s left over eye makeup has smudged into a sweaty substance by his eyebrow. it gets too much when he pushes your knees by your temples, getting you into a mating press.

you sneak your pointer and middle fingers between your legs to rub on your clit. you do swift circles, already lubricated by your own come.

every thrust has you inching further up the bed to the point, bakugou stops thrusting for a second to pull you to the centre of the bed.

“pillow. under your head baby,” he reminds you and as soon as you move to grab it, he’s back to those sweet skilful thrusts.

one hand on your clit, another flat on his clenched abdomen.

“you’re so—,” you start, losing yourself as a spark of electricity shakes down your legs. your dam is about to break any second now. “so beautiful.”

bakugou huffs, sweat beads bumbling on his forehead. your breasts jiggle with every motion, your hand falling on his chest with every shake.

“thank you, baby. you’re everythin’ to me. you know that.”

you nod, eyes lazed, “i do. i know.” then your mouth gapes open and you release a long mewl. you grab at his side, back arching as your hand speeds up on your clit. “i’m gonna come. i’m gonna come, baby.”

bakugou keeps up his pace, ignoring the tightness of his lower stomach. you’re always first. “i’ll look after you. come on, baby.”

you fall apart loudly. incoherent mumbles where bakugou can only make out wisps of his name and a screech from the back of your throat that makes him grin. your body jolts up and down your bed throughout it all, your toes going numb as your legs stiffen in the air. the pleasure is immense, a stream of rushing waves slapping against rocks. you want to tell him to slow down but he knows without you saying.

bakugou does slow down and the second he does, he spills into the condom with a grunt deep enough to make you come again. it comes from the pit of his stomach, all the exhaustion and stress of the day falling off his shoulders and into this bed with you.

bakugou pulls the condom off, ties it and throws it in your bin across the room. then does he finally, lay beside you in bed.

“thanks for that. needed it,” he whispers, kissing your shoulder.

both of you lay with your eyes closed, too sweaty to touch the other so you just brush your fingertips against his.

“you’re welcome,” you giggle before turning into a downturned smile, “we need to shower—.”

bakugou pulls up the duvet over your bodies, mentally resigned, “no, we can do that when we wake up and change the sheets.”

“but—,”

“you’re about to fall asleep. let yourself,” he whispers, adjusting your tee down your body and spooning you from behind. he kisses the top of your head, “goodnight, baby.”

“it’s the morning.”

“i said goodnight.”

bakugou looks for your snappy reply back but you’re already gone, fast asleep with a palm under your head.

a jolt shoots up your spine when he taps his length against your folds, once, then twice — thin lines of slick connecting you.

your hands are practically glued to your face now, heat setting in like a tidal wave when he presses against your entrance, just to pull away once more, "katsuki"

"hm? what is it?"

he guides your hands away from your face, burrowing his nose into the crook of your neck and planting chaste kisses against your cheek.

"please."

"please what?"

"katsuki, you know what."

"okay, okay," he snorts out a laugh, prying himself from the spot in your neck and smiling at the dark bruise already blossoming, "'m gonna go slow. you gotta tell me if it hurts though, alright?"

a nod normally wouldn't be accepted so easily — but when every inch of him is aching to touch you, he thinks he'll let it slide just this once.

an elbow digs into the mattress next to your head, his other hand guiding himself along your entrance — foreheads knocking together as you both peer between the valley of your bodies watching him sink inside you.

no feeling could compare to the one in this very moment. perfection in the form katsuki bakugou settling into every part of you

your neck falls against the sheets, all hopes of hiding your sounds slipping away with every new inch. 

katsuki's not so composed either, sweat-soaked forehead pressed against yours as he bottoms out with his lip between his teeth. low grumbles of your name muffled in your shoulder as he basks in the feeling — the feeling of you.

a comfortable silence fills the room, bodies heaving as he forces himself to be still inside you.

"good? f-fuck, are you good?" he murmurs, lapping at his bottom lip to clean the metallic droplets from the force of his bite, "won't move until . . . until you say i can, promise. but fuck baby, you feel s'good"

"move, katsuki"

". . . you sure? i'm not forcing you into anything if you're not ready—"

"katsuki, move now please." you groan, hips grinding down against him in search of any friction you can get. "please."

to say katsuki's amazed is an understatement. heart racing against his ribcage as you writhe beneath him despite the expression on your face — as if your body spoke more truths than your mind ever could as you cling to him in your desperate haze.

"ok," he starts, readjusting himself above you. "ok, yeah 'm gonna move."

and he does, slow and measured — dragging against every inch of you as if it's his god-given solace.

he's never felt more intoxicated. barely able to keep eye contact when you cup his face and moan against his lips. katsuki's hypntoized by it all, crimson orbs drinking in every reaction he pulls from you.

and he's always prided himself on being the steady one, a comforting balance when the grip of anxiety gets to be too much. but when you pull him closer like space is a barrier, moan softly in his ear — katsuki's not sure who's grounding who.

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“four. handsome. deliciously so. body and face. rare,” bakugou laughs, boyish and booming, “thanks, babe.”

you feel uncomfortable, perspiration dribbling between your breasts, limbs heavy with exhaustion.

“what is that? what are you reading?”

still bakugou ignores you and continues reading from the paper, “five. successful and ambitious. six. good friend even though he pretends he’s not. protective!! seven. so gentlemanly, holding open doors, paying for dates, very clear on why he likes me.” ruby pupils flicker over to you, “that last one is bare minimum.”

then it clicks, about seven points too late. your head snaps over to him robotically, eyes about to fall out of your head. “where the hell did you find that! stop reading it! stop katsuki!”

you hop up from your seat on your sofa, speed like no other taking over you as you run across the room to grab at the paper in bakugou’s hands. his laugh only booms louder, holding the flimsy sheet in the air over your head as you jump like a child.

“seriously, don’t read anymore!” you shout, trying to hoist yourself up his larger body, using his arms and shoulder as a climbing frame.

nothing about bakugou budges, he just continues reading with the paper in the air.

“it’s getting good, baby!” he laughs, ignoring your jumps and furrowed brows, “eight. listens to me. really listens. makes me feel heard and remembers what i say.”

he looks down at you, whose fingertips are slapping the bottom of the paper. you recognise it all too clearly now. the pink ruled lines, the edges ripped out from one of your old notebooks. your handwriting. “that’s cute. i still listen to you, don’t i?”

“you’re not now! give it back!”

“i’m almost done, two more,” bakugou says, hooking his arm behind your back to keep you locked close to him. you’re both sweaty and sticky. you’ve got no choice but to listen, “nine. cooks. such a good cook! you added five exclamation marks there. ten. fulfils some of my love languages. some?”

“now stop.” you urge. he can’t turn the paper around. he can’t.

bakugou pecks your forehead, his cheeks blushed with all the compliments. he continues skimming the list, rereading it. 

“so this is why you chose to date me, huh?” he looks down at you, pours his lips, “c'mon gimme a kiss.”

if you just grab it out his hands, he won’t see the other side. with pros always comes—

he stops pouting at you.

“give me the paper. i wrote this all a few years ago!”

“if these are the pros, where’s the cons? you must have done a cons list.” 

you shake your head, side to side. he holds the paper away from you. the opposite side, the list of all your cons, written back at you. you loop out of his arm, trying to reach for it.

he notices you staring, eyes fixated and that’s when he flips the paper around. CONS in big red capital lettering.

“this is private! you weren’t meant to see this, you shouldn’t be snooping in my room!” you squeak but bakugou’s already half down the page, pupils running across every line like he’s in a race.

“one. WILL choose his job over me—,”

“well obviously, your job is to save the world!”

“two. odd relationship with his mother? but apparently it’s better than before.”

“it’s so much better now!”

bakugou’s eyebrows drop now, voice getting lower as he continues, “three. argumentative. argues with EVERYONE. his agency workers, the media and his friends.”

“i understand why you argue with them all now! it makes sense!”

“three. his job is terrifying.”

bakugou looks over to you, solemn narrowed eyes and you don’t have a positive word to say about that.

“it is, sometimes i don’t know if you’ll come home.”

“four. he doesn’t do much else besides work. all his friends are from work.” bakugou pinches his nose bridge, “really? you think that?”

“now i don’t! and i know they’re childhood friends and… and we do things together all the time. i know you love to read, game, you’ve got your lego. i didn’t know all of that then.”

“five. don’t know if my friends and family will understand.” bakugou steps away from you, “the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

you huff on the spot, “this was from when i met you! all they’ve seen of you is shouting and yelling on the television. they didn’t know how lovable you are. how well you treat me.”

bakugou looks at you, then back at the paper. scratches his head. “six. inexperienced with sex but it’s really cute. has never had a girlfriend?”

“but number one pro is that you know how to use it. obviously we’re experienced now, we know everything about each other,” you flick your finger between you and your boyfriend. 

“and the girlfriend comment? i can’t help the fact you’re my first.”

“no, i mean yes i know that. it was just a question as to why. it doesn’t mean anything to me now.”

“but it was a factor in whether you wanted to be my girlfriend,” he states.

“well, yeah,” you drawl, “i thought maybe there was a reason as to why. that’s all.”

bakugou raises his eyebrows, looks back at the sheet, “seven. doesn’t always have time for me. travels a lot for work.”

“that hasn’t changed.” bakugou grunts. it’s something he knows you struggle with while dating him. it’s even been a conversation you’ve had a few times throughout your relationship. quality time. you want to spend more time with him but he simply can’t. 

you sigh, grabbing his chin between your fingers so he looks directly at you. his eyes are half lidded, cheeks red and exhausted from the negativity and heat. “we’ve been through this. i’m still gonna stick by you, everything i love about you means more than all the things i find difficult.”

he takes your palm away from your face and squeezes it. but you can tell he’s feeling off. “the last one. eight, he’s surrounded by beautiful women all the time.”

“you’re with celebrities, pro heroes, socialites a lot,” you shrug, “that was jealousy on my part, nothing to do with you.”

“i don’t give a fuck about any of that.”

you nod sharply, “i know! i wrote this a while ago, two years even? a lot has changed.”

bakugou sighs from the pit of his stomach, then flings his head back in a huff. “fuck, baby.” he groans.

then he looks down at you, looking up at him.

“just wanna put it out there, that was private, you weren’t meant to see that, my opinions have now changed and i’m sure you had a mental pro con list for me. i just wrote mine down.”

bakugou folds the paper, “yeah, yeah, i get it. you hate my job that much, huh? it covered half of the fuckin’ cons.

“i also said i liked you were successful and ambitious.” you sit on the back of the sofa, crossing your arms. 

bakugou mirrors you standing, crossing his arms too. “but nothing about my job has changed since we’ve got together.”

you groan, leaning your head on your shoulder, “katsuki, i think you’re making problems out of nothing here.”

“you made a list of the problems with datin’ me.” he frowns, holding the folded paper between two fingers.

“and a list of the reasons why i wanted to date you. obviously the good reasons won if i’m with you now.” you glare at him with a sharp tone.

he begins to pace around the room, paper still in hand. a terrible sign. you watch as sweat trickles down his skin, body flush with heat.

“but, babe. the problems you’ve had with me from before we were dating are still problems now. i still don’t have time for you, you still are terrified every time i’m minutes late from a mission, you don’t think i’d choose you over my job and you don’t think i do anything but work.”

you moan aloud, “and i still want you despite that all. i get the world needs you, heck, i need you if i come across a villain. i don’t hate you for being a hero.”

he stops behind you, on the other side of the sofa, “i don’t want you to resent me when you realise you could have been with someone who does have more time for you, isn’t obsessed with their job, can put you first and doesn’t scare you.”

you hop off the sofa. leaning your forehead on his collarbone. “katsuki. i wouldn’t be here if i didn't want to be. i love you. i choose you everyday. i don’t want to argue with you.”

bakugou doesn’t touch you. there’s a shake to his voice, “i’m sorry i’m not better. i’m gonna try to be. just wait for me, fuck, maybe when i’m slower and the younger lot take over, they’ll need me less. it’s just now—,”

“it’s okay. you have time for me right now but you wanna argue with me," you pout up at him.

“you did put that i’m argumentative,” he looks away from you as your hands link around his neck. 

“look at me.”

shiny lava red pupils find you. you ground him, takes him out of the what ifs and the failures of his past and places him in the present with you. 

“i have dated bakugou katsuki for two years and i love him so much. i love how kind and generous he is, always putting his loved ones first. how he dedicates his life and body to saving the world. how even if he’s tired from a long week of working, he still comes over to cook me a three course meal because he wants to see me eat his food. who was so open and willing to change for me. to change his routines and learn my body. who is argumentative because he wants to make things right. who wanted so hard for my family and friends to love him and manages to see his mother once a week just to check up on her.”

you search in both his eyes and he’s listening, he always is.

“i can write an updated list for you, if you want.”

he shakes his head, stuffs his forehead into your neck and slowly pushes you down into the sofa. you laugh, his hands plastered into your waist as his body crushes you in the plush cushions ever so slightly.

“‘m sorry. i shouldn’t have read it. even though i enjoyed the pros.” he muffles, lips tickling your skin.

you tap his shoulder. “you shouldn’t have but it’s okay. i still need you to get my fan. it’s hot.”

“promise you’ll tell me if you want somethin’ to change between us. i’m not wakin’ up one day to you leavin’ me for a reason right under my nose.” he urges and you can see him pleading. the desperation for you to agree.

“promise. now you promise me.”

“course i promise. i couldn’t even fill out ten reasons as to why i hate you.”

“i didn't say i hate you. and sure you can. you hate my cold feet. you hate how i moan about my job. you hate how i hate your job. you hate how i always want a massage. you hate how i wait until the last minute when you’re tucked up in bed for you to get me a glass of water. you hate how i’m indecisive for what i want for my birthdays and—,”

bakugou sits up, “i don't hate any of that shit. love listenin’ to you and half that shit is cute as hell.”

you pout, “you hate when i wear low cut tops out—,”

he frowns, “that’s foreplay, baby. you let me suck your tits after to make me happy. couldn’t give a shit what you wear.”

“how about how protective my friends are? and the fact i tell them everything?”

bakugou shrugs, “you deserve friends that love you that much and that you can tell everythin’.”

“i get snappy when i’m running late or too much is going on or i’m hot.”

with that bakugou gets up. your fan. though not without hovering over you to give you a peck. then another. you press your soft lips against his though you don’t open up because then you will get even hotter and snappy.

he pulls off you and rises from the sofa, “that makes sense, baby. you’re stressed and uncomfortable.”

you roll your eyes, “stop being so understanding!”

he walks towards your bedroom, but not without turning around to look at you. his fingers grip the door frame, “i love you.”

katsuki's always had this knack — a silent understanding of the way your brain works. your quietness was never something he pushed against, only something he wished to ease.

even as his thumb drags slowly over your cheeks, you know he's only trying to steady you.

you whisper a small breath of his name, circling your hands around his wrists as your foreheads press together — that's all it takes.

and maybe, that's when something in you finally gives — when all that hesitation breaks the moment his eyes stare patiently into yours, and why you're the one pressing your lips together before you can even think twice.

he tastes like caramel, a warmth that settles onto your tongue slowly, like the sunlight peeking through an open window. 

surprisingly tense under your touch, his hands pause against your back — his mind insistent on following your guidance. 

he presses his lips gently against yours, slow and tentative, like if he rushes this moment it may end too soon. groaning breathlessly into your mouth when your hands card through his hair, and give the strands a gentle tug before they're back on his face.

it's not long before your confidence wavers, his muscles tightening subtly underneath your palms as you pull your lips away, breathlessly.

katsuki's cheeks are red, hair stuck to his forehead and a faint shine coating his chest. his lips are flushed a bright pink, spit-soaked — breathing unsteadily as he looks at you like he's trying to figure out what you're thinking.

"again," you murmur, chest heaving against his, "please?"

a toothy grin spreads across his face when your eyes dart over his features — as if they're in search of something — some kind of reassurance.

which katsuki is glad to give when he presses a teasing peck to your cheek, adjusting himself underneath you so your body's pulled even closer and whispering, "you drive me crazy, you know that?"

you can't help but smile.

lips skimming his for the last time tonight — this time with no intentions of pulling away. guiding his hands to your lower back as you press into his palms. 

your hips move against his thigh at a steady pace, soft sounds of your lips meeting blending with the hum of the AC.

"katsuki?" 

there's an annoyed sigh that tumbles from his mouth when your lips detach, "hm?"

"my bra . . . take it off"

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a/n: kali loves intimacy! i like writing this more than smut let's be so fr. i tagged it as smut cuz i don't want people yelling at me so just to be safe! -> masterlist. | comments and reblogs greatly appreciated! 💋

Katsuki Bakugou, as you've now come to know him, lives lavishly — expensive furniture scattered around his apartment surely making for good company. The walls are surprisingly bare, save for a handful of art pieces you're sure costs more than your rent.

He doesn't stop long enough for you to inspect them, only dragging you through the apartment with his hand around your wrist.

"You live alone? Mr. Bakugou . . ?" you question, following closely behind him.

Lost in the haze of tattoos and his woodsy scented cologne, not once did the idea of him being taken cross your mind. Nor what you were meant to call him — Mr. Bakugou? Sir? 

Although judging by the grin on his face, he'd probably enjoy hearing either.

"You sure ask a lotta questions," he smirks, twisting the golden knob of the bedroom door. 

He drags you into the darkness of his room, guiding you towards the bed while he flicks on a lamp. The sheer force sends your body flying off the mattress, bouncing against the plush foam before its grounded by his body over yours.

"You askin' if I'm a cheater, sweets?" 

A thigh slots itself between your legs, the stitching of his pants piercing through the thin fabric of your panties. The feeling makes your back arch — hips moving against him as if they had a mind of their own. 

"Of course not," 

Pressing yourself harder against his leg ,your body buckles at the feeling, a hand snakes it's way to his face as you tug him towards your lips. Warm breath mixes in the minimal space between you two before he closes the distance.

Every clash of lips and tongue is messy, much unlike his composure before. The sloppy grinds against his thigh forcing your mouth to fall open. 

It only makes room for his tongue, weaving itself into the soaked confines of your mouth as he swallows every sound you make. 

"Take off my shirt," he whispers, ending his statement with a kiss against your cheek. Katsuki towers over you as he watches, ruby eyes boring into your needy form as you reach for the plastic. "A good listener too? Someone's horny."

You roll your eyes.

The buttons on his shirt come loose with little effort, his collared shirt slipping from his shoulders and pooling onto the floor. Bold ink stretches over his right arm, trailing it's way over his chest — the dark lines winding over golden skin. 

Your gaze follows the pattern from his forearm to his shoulder — until the design stops. His left side surprisingly bare in comparison.

"Did you run out of things to tattoo?" you smile, reaching out to brush your fingertips over the untouched skin.

"No."

"Then why's this one empty"

A crooked grin tugs at his lips as he fiddles with the hem of your dress, eyes flicking over you like he's already distracted, "Savin' it."

Much like him to answer so vaguely. 

Amused, he watches you, laughing as your brows crease in thought.

"I can hear you thinkin' about it." 

"I'm not."

Liar.

The blonde doesn't waste his breath arguing, actions speak louder than words, after all — like the way your hips buck when he blows softly at your clit, or how your thighs squeeze around his head when he gives the swollen nub a kiss.

He licks a long stripe on the outline of your slit, saliva coating the thin cotton of of your underwear as it sticks to your wetness. Rough hands busying themselves with your chest.

"Mr. - Sir-, please"

Hips bucking against his tongue, dragging the wet muscle over every inch of your core. His tattooed hand moves in front of you, guiding one of yours to his blonde locs. 

"Sir?" he snorts, signalling you to lift your hips as he slips off your underwear, "You're makin' me sound ancient. Just call me Katsuki, yeah?"

His tongue is on you before you can dwell on it — two hands sprawling your thighs apart, as he basks in the glow of your cunt under the dim lighting. He hikes your thighs over his shoulders, inching himself closer to the spot he knows you need him most.

His tongue darts out as if he's testing the waters, dragging it along your slit as he hums against you — his fingers rough on your waist.

You're putty under his touch, thighs clamped around his head as you moan softly into the dim room.

Too quiet for his liking.

He pulls away with your slick coating his mouth, trails of sticky release spanning from his chin to his nose as he mumbles, "Fuck are you so quiet for? You gettin' shy on me, pretty?"

You whine at that, rolling your hips against the air as his lips ghost over your cunt.

"Just feels different."

You certainly caught his attention with that.

"Different, how?" he questions, trailing two fingers from his tatted arm against your soaked entrance, "You gotta talk to me."

His body's now fully on top of yours, bare skin rubbing against your chest as his free hand cages your head. Lips giving a teasing lick to your ear as he watches your writhing form.

With a sigh, your hands cover your face — your body betraying your coyness when his fingers prod at your entrance.

He knows what he's doing — shallowly pressing two fingers inside you before he's pulling them away. Bringing his lips to your face as he commands, "Tell me how it feels."

"G-good. Feels good, Katsuki" you whine, smashing your lips on his to hide the embarrassment clearly written on your face. Your voice is honeyed with want and lust, pressing yourself closer to him as his fingers curl inside you. 

He nods knowingly, nose brushing yours lazily as his fingers move faster. "Yeah? That's a good girl"

Wet squelches bounce off every wall, the sound ringing in your head as heat fills your tummy. Your hands cradle his face as you near your high, moaning into his mouth from the speed of his fingers and the steady gaze of his eyes. 

Even as you cum, his pace doesn't falter — only pulling his fingers from your sopping cunt when you push at his arm. He licks the digits hungrily, milking the droplets of your slick for its every last inch.

Palming the bulge uncomfortably tucked in his pants, he laughs, "That wrecked just from my fingers, hm?"

That earns him another eye roll.

He makes quick work of taking off his clothes and yours, his belt clanking on against your dress thrown in the corner of the room. 

Every inch of his body is a sight to behold, muscles protruding against his honeyed-skin as he fists his cock. It was as if he was sculpted by hand, every detail crafted with the utmost care. 

He's so hot.

"Do you have a condom?" he asks, digging in his drawer. His hands raise in defence when you stare at him offended, rummaging through the drawers of his nightstand as he pulls one out.

He makes slow work of the latex — painfully slow. Thick fingers fussing with the plastic as the room washes over with silence — you have half the mind to yank it from his hands.

So you do.

The shimmery packaging tossed onto his floor. 

"That's not safe sex." he taunts, although the subtle bounce of his cock against his toned chiselled torso tells a different story. 

You ignore him, opting for focusing on the reason why you "actually" went home with this man in the first place. 

"Why wear long sleeves when you've got all…" you pause, gesturing to his arm " … these" you murmur, scooting yourself towards his spot on the bed as you lie back against the bed, watching him impatiently.

You're the one being ignored this time — tattooed hand pumping itself lazily as he coats himself in his own slick.

Just like the rest of his place, his room doesn't tell you much about him, keeping the blonde man with his scarred skin and smug-attitude an untold mystery, which only makes the tattoos scattered all the more interesting.

Trailing your gaze over every inch of his room — something you probably should've done before had this man turned out to be a serial killer.

"What's that one for?" you hum, eyes catching on the litter of small explosions inked on his arm.

He stares at you, then down at himself, a silent questioning of your timing written all over his face before he follows your gaze, "That one was a stupid mistake"

You eye him suspiciously before pointing at the linear art on his pec, "And this one?"

"Even stupider."

Surprisingly, no eye roll this time.

He's over your antics now, laughing at your defeatedness as he cages you underneath his body. Dragging his tip over the slick of your cunt as distraction. 

"Is this still okay?"

You nod softly, grabbing his shoulders to pull him towards you when you feel the gentle press of his length between your thighs. 

"Enough of that quiet shit," he groans, words cut off as he presses himself in deeper, "Be loud f'me, or else I'll stop"

His threats fall on deaf ears as you whine beneath him, hips twitching against his. The words once waiting to be spoken caught in his throat as he buries himself to the hilt, hips pressed against yours as his face falls into the crook of your neck. 

You whine against his cheek, his thick cock splitting you open in the best way possible — sweat and sex blurring your senses as you adjust to his size.

There's a soft rock of his hips, then another — each thrust a testing push that buries him deeper inside your gummy walls. He groans at every sound that slips past your lips, losing himself in your hear as he drives himself further with every slow thrust.

"Still too quiet" he grunts, finishing each word with a sharp thrust, hips fastening their pace, "Louder."

Your mouth falls into a wide 'O' at the shift in speed, skin slapping in rhythmic motions as he thrusts deep inside you. 

Low, and guttural — you moan into the empty space on the left side of his neck before giving the unmarked skin a teasing nip.

Paintings rattle against their spot on the walls as he drags your hips to meet his, a chilling reminder of just how fast he was going. 

Slipping a hand down the valley of your bodies, he toys with your clit. A whine of his name is ripping from your throat as he does so - his cock reaching lengths so deep it pummels the spongy spot inside you like he's trying to learn it. 

Each thrust is more desperate than the last as he watches you underneath him. His eyes honed in on your every reaction as you cry out blissfully. 

"Feel good?" he asks as if his voice alone doesn't force your walls to clench, squeezing around him like a vice he wouldn't dare try to escape. He smirks when you nod your head, pressing his face just a little closer, "Say it."

"F-feels good, 'Suki" 

The words come out in a breathless hush as the feeling of his cock clouds your mind, thighs shaking around his waist as you desperately try to pull him closer. He grunts in response, whispering a small 'Fuck' at the new name, his body suddenly flustered as his pace falters before they're given less than a second to recover.

Warm breath fans over your lips, his nose forcefully pushing against yours with each brutal thrust. 

Flustered, and maybe a bit shy, your eyes lock on his unmarked skin, waves of lust guiding your every move. 

Mindlessly you bite, plush skin sinking into the whites of your teeth as you gnaw and lap at the his shoulder — you're sure that'll leave a mark.

He hisses through his teeth, hips stuttering their pace as he relishes in the sting before they pick up in speed once again. 

"Yeah, mark me gorgeous. Like I'm— fuck— 'm all yours, huh?"

His. His. His.

Every inch of your body taking on a new wave of confidence as your mouth moves against the spot — licking, biting, sucking on the honeyed skin as your eyes well from pleasure.

The sounds in the room are nothing short of lewd — hips colliding, muffled moans against his shoulder, shameless grunts tumbling from his bruised lips — it's all too much for either of you to take.

His resolve snaps when you squeeze around him. Hips jolting almost painfully against you as he fucks you through your high, his not far behind. 

Symphonies of groans and whines reverberate through his apartment, his last few thrusts sloppy inside your sopping walls before he's pulling out with a wet 'pop' Your juices leak down every inch of his cock, mixing with the white globs that drip from his tip. 

He's fully on top of you now, pounds of muscle stuck to your skin through the power of sweat and pure filth.

"You still with me?"

You hum softly, grabbing at his cheeks to pull him into a deep kiss. There's a softness to it, one that holds a thousand different feelings in the warm hush of your quiet afterglow.

"You should wear more short sleeve shirts" you whisper against his lips.

He chuckles, brushing away the hair that sticks to your forehead, as he smiles playfully, "Yes ma'am." 

Katsuki rolls you over with ease, your body now pressed comfortably against his chest as he holds you in his arms — the tattooed one tracing your curves lazily.

"… Kats?" you whisper, voice hoarse from its earlier exhaustion, "One more time?"

You hide your restlessness by pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, thighs spread over his as you settle on top of his chest. Your hips move slowly against his cock, the appendage still sitting painfully hard against his toned frame. 

A hearty laugh this time.

"You sure, sweets?" he asks, two thick hands making themselves comfortable on the globes of your ass, "You look pretty tired to me."

You huff, adjusting yourself to prod his weeping cock against your entrance."No, that's you." you huff, adjusting yourself to prod his weeping cock against your entrance, "Don't tap out on me, Grandpa."

Katsuki would rather die than do that, especially when the words "tap out" and "grandpa" used to describe him, are something he's more than happy to fuck right out of your head. 

. . . 

Only a few weeks later, and you're glad to call "Mr. Bakugou" your boyfriend. Spoiled in the luxury and comfort of his heart, he dotes on you in a way no man ever has.

The next time you see Katsuki, you're both clad in a lot more clothes — well, sort of. His burly frame looks almost out of place in such a small café, broad shoulders plopping into the seat across from you.

"You look good" he smiles, beckoning towards the few hickeys that have yet to fade

One more eye roll for the books.

You hum at that, swirling your drinks in the white porcelain as you bring it to your lips, hiding your smile "Short sleeves this time?" you question, swigging the drink in your mouth, "Looks good on you."

Now it was his turn to smile.

He stretches his arms under the light of the cafe, muscles tensing as he does. The tattoos now exposed in broad daylight moving across his skin as your eyes trail from his forearms to his neck—

What the fuck was that?

You reach for the collar of his shirt before you can stop yourself, tugging at the fabric to reveal the ink on the left side of his collarbone.

"Katsuki, is that my fucking name on your shoulder?"

He only stares at you blankly, an unfazed look on his face. "'Course it is." 

He smiles at your awestruck face, laughing as you thumb the skin to check if it's real.

Clearly you couldn't put the words together, and Katsuki's smirk is far too good at filling the silence.

"Your birthday. I'll put that—" he points to a spot on his forearm, thick veins pulsing under his skin "—right here." 

If it was any consolation, you still had yet to find the tattoo of your lips at the back of his neck.

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a/n: i'm too easily influenced, WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT GUYS PROMISE ME!! don't fall for blonde men and their burly builds and their disgustingly hot tattoos </3 also this is fiction, i really don't think he'd ever get tattoos save for a few small ones but we ball and idgaf -> masterlist. | comments and reblogs greatly appreciated! 💋