Gojo's Spouse

"you know i'm huge, right?" he says. "Pornstar big."

"Shut up."

"i'm serious. im massive." "touch it and see."

when you go to reach, he's pushing down his pants to give you a proper handful of the biggest cock you've ever seen-

"holy shit. that'll break me."

gruff toji x younger gf who triggers his cuteness aggression ♡

the couch creaks under both your weight while you stay tucked into tojis side, practically melted against him beneath his arm, cheek warm against his chest while your fingers lazily toy with the collar of his shirt.

tojis trying real hard to ignore how cute you look.

but then you tilt your head up at him with that soft little smile, all warm eyes and sleepy affection, and something in him immediately snaps.

"fuckin’ hell," he mutters.

before you can even react, his hand grabs your face, squishing your cheeks together while he glares down at you like this is somehow your fault. you squeal instantly, giggling when he manhandles you closer, and that only makes it worse.

"aint nothin funny," he grumbles, voice rough while he drags you fully into his lap, one big arm locking around your waist tight enough to keep you pinned against him.

then he starts biting you.

rough little bites against your cheek, your jaw, your shoulder when he buries his face against your neck, all low irritated muttering under his breath while you squirm and laugh in his hold.

every squeal just makes him hold you tighter, and every giggle gets another bite.

he grumbles against your cheek before biting there again. "got me actin insane."

youre laughing so hard you can barely sit still, hands pushing weakly at his shoulders while he keeps mouthing at your face and neck like some irritated oversized dog taking all that cuteness aggression out on you.

his grip never loosens once, and If anything, he keeps dragging you closer every time you laugh, like he physically cannot get enough of you pressed against him.

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Y/N: I still loved when he was btw-

𖦹 content. k.bakugou x reader. fluff

Katsuki Bakugou liked to think he wasn’t the type of person who got distracted.

He trained harder than anyone else in Class 1-A. He didn’t waste time daydreaming. He didn’t stare out windows. He certainly didn’t spend entire lessons watching someone instead of paying attention.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

The problem was you.

Bakugou still remembered the first time he saw you. It wasn’t dramatic. No slow motion. No grand realization.

You had simply walked into class on your first day, looking mildly annoyed because your bag strap had gotten caught on the door handle.

Most people would’ve ignored it.

Bakugou didn’t.

And somehow, after that, he never stopped noticing you.

At first, it was accidental.

He noticed how you always arrived a few minutes early.

How you tapped your pencil against your desk whenever you were thinking.

How you scrunched your nose when reading difficult material.

How you secretly slipped snacks to Kaminari whenever he forgot breakfast.

Tiny things. Meaningless things.

Things he absolutely shouldn’t have remembered.

Yet somehow, they stayed.

Watching you became a habit.

Then the habit became his favorite part of the day.

He’d catch sight of you laughing with your friends in the hallway.

See you practicing your quirk after class.

Hear your voice across the training grounds.

And every single time, something inside him settled.

Which was incredibly irritating, because Bakugou Katsuki didn’t do feelings. Especially not whatever this was.

Unfortunately, his classmates were beginning to notice.

One afternoon, everyone was gathered in the common room.

You sat across the room, completely unaware.

Bakugou wasn’t even trying to stare.

He just happened to glance up.

And then glance up again. And again. And maybe a fourth time.

“Bro.” Kirishima’s voice cut through the silence.

Bakugou frowned. “What?”

Kirishima looked between him and you.

Then back at him. “Oh.”

Bakugou immediately hated that tone. “Oh what?”

Kaminari suddenly sat up. “What? What happened?”

Kirishima pointed. At him. Then at you.

Bakugou’s stomach dropped. “No.”

“Oh my god,” Kaminari gasped.

“NO.”

“You like her!”

“I DON’T.”

“You’ve been staring at her for fifteen minutes.”

“I HAVE NOT.”

“You literally smiled.”

The room went silent.

Bakugou froze. “…What?”

Kaminari looked horrified. “Dude.”

Kirishima looked equally shocked. “Dude.”

Bakugou’s eye twitched. “What are you idiots talking about?”

“You smiled.”

“I did not.”

“You did.”

“I DID NOT.”

“You looked at her like she just won the Sports Festival.”

Bakugou felt heat crawl up his neck.

Impossible. Absolutely impossible.

He was careful. Nobody was supposed to notice.

Unfortunately, at that exact moment, you looked up.

Your eyes met his.

For one terrible second, neither of you looked away.

Then you smiled. A small one. Soft and warm.

Only for him.

And Bakugou forgot how to breathe.

Across the room, Kaminari slammed both hands over his mouth.

Kirishima looked like he was witnessing history.

Bakugou immediately stood. “I’m leaving.”

“You’ve got it bad.”

“SHUT UP.”

He stormed out of the common room while laughter erupted behind him.

But as he walked away, one thought lingered stubbornly in his mind.

Because for all his efforts to hide it—

for all the years he’d spent pretending not to care—

there was one truth he could never escape.

Watching you had become his favorite habit.

And he wasn’t sure he wanted to stop anymore.

“kats..” you said quietly as you set your keys down on the kitchen counter. your shoes already shucked off by the door. you flicked multiple lights on as you made your way up to the shared room. “katsuki..” you whispered, hoping that the man who always slept rigidly at 9pm was awake. “katsuki pls be awake..” he shifted and grumbled something before blinking awake to look at you. “what woman.. it’s fuckin late..” you chewed your lip, mumbling “i’m so sacred..” that woke him up quick.

he furrowed his brows and grabbed your arms fast checking for wounds and flicking the lamp on to examine you. “what?? why. what the hell happened-just tell me who did it.” you shook your head fast, “no no it’s just..the movie i went to see w mina was so so scary. i was literally shaking in the theater” your heart was still jumpy if we were being honest, hands gripping his shirt. he sighs and lays back “fuck i thought u were hurt baby, didn’t i tell you not to see that shit??” you felt better already, shrugging w a coy smile “it was so good though.. but i wish u were there so i could grab those warm biceps.” you looked him up and down. it sent blood to his head. i won’t say which though.

his eyes filled with mirth and heat “yeah? want me there comforting you? my baby jus wanna run to me” he pulled u closer and took your palms to his mouth to lay hot kisses on them, teeth softly scraping ur fingers. “silly woman.” he mumbles as he tugs you to lay on him. “nothin scary’s gonna get my girl here, you got that? i’ve gotchu baby” he comforted softly while flicking your forehead.. you smiled anyways and swatted back-stretching out against that solid body. “promise?” gentle doe eyes stared up at his red heavy ones. “mmm, fuckin promise.. now go to bed woman.” he covers your mouth with a grin as you laugh. you eventually drift off to sleep with that sexy man protecting you-but right before you did you mumbled a quick “love u..” he grunted something intelligible and tightened the muscle around ur waist. “night baby”

pointing to one of the lip balms, “ones for you so we can match.”

and he just laughs a huff out his nose.

when all the items get scanned through he nudges you and you pull out your phone to show your membership card so you can collect points. “i’m saving up my points for a new hairdryer.”

“how many do you need?” he hums, pulling out his wallet and licks his thumb to count his cash.

“about ten thousand.”

“how many do you have?”

“three hundred.”

he glances over at you, a raised eyebrow and cocked jaw. you can read him clearly, he thinks you’re being a little… optimistic. he hands three clean bank notes over to the cashier.

“thanks man.” he says to the cashier who looks at him with starry eyes. a dynamight fan you can only assume.

then to you, “i’ll just buy it for you. that’ll take you ages.”

he lets you take the bag of chocolate so you can nibble on some on the way and he grabs the two boxes of condoms, your blush, your multivitamins and the two lip balms in one hand.

“i just keep using them but i’m going to try. imagine a free hairdryer.”

takes your hand with his other hand and pulls you under his arm.

he’s down there, eyes half lidded, tongue lazily lolling against you. hard to tell what’s slick and what’s spit. his hands on your thighs forcing them apart further as his tongue slides in even deeper. he’s practically moaning into you.

“ffuck kats- it’s too much!” you whine as he pumps a finger into you, sucking harshly on your clit.

“i can’t baby, y’just taste so damn good. can’t get ‘nough of ya..” as he removes his finger and goes back to slurping you up. breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert. he wants you for all of them.

and he’s so embarrassed by this but he always humps into the bed and literally cums into his pants every damn time. you always poke fun at him for messing up the bed and shit but then he just drags you onto the floor or couch and the whole thing repeats and he’s asking if this spot is better but your legs are shaking too hard to even form a thought.

: katsuki bakugo x reader

synopsis: katsuki bakugo and his girlfriend, reader, are cuddling after an exhausting day of training

content: mdi — second year!katsuki, sweet!reader, gentle affection, after the war au, praising, light kissing

wc: 0.8k

— searching…

everything was quieter now. 

 the hallways in u.a., the streets under reconstruction, the common room in the dormitory building. it seems like the end of the war brought peace upon everyone.

 this feeling of peace and silence was also present in a certain loud-mouthed, overly temperamental student– katsuki bakugo.

 he had sustained some of the worst injuries in the war, right there beside izuku. a hole blown through his chest, dozens of broken bones in his right arm and hand so severe that he had to undergo weeks to months of physical therapy. his heart was in such critical condition that his doctors forbid him from undergoing any massive levels of stress while he was still healing– which meant he had to tone down all the yelling, and explosions, and loud threats..

 it was irritating having to soften his demeanor but what else could he do. 

 reader made the whole situation more bearable though. her soft-spoken words and gentle attitude had already started to rub off on him before the war, so afterwards, when peace had fallen over the country of japan, it gotten even worse. it was like her sweetness was sticking to his skin and seeping into his bones as well as the deepest parts of himself.

 so now, here he was, his face buried in the crook of her neck while he lounged on top of her, resting most of his body weight on her. they were cuddling on one of the couches in the common room– which, in most cases, would be too public of a place for katsuki to even think about being affectionate, but the whole class was gone on some clean-up mission so they had the dormitory to themselves.

 only reader and bakugo were allowed to stay back, having over-exerted themselves at training– boyfriend like girlfriend, apparently. 

 “quit bein’ a jerk and scratch my head.. brat.” bakugo grumbles under his breath as he nudges his head into reader’s chin, his voice slightly muffled by her shirt. 

 “i was texting.” reader shot back, placing her phone down onto the floor beside the couch before reaching up and cupping the back of bakugo’s head. she pushes her fingers into his thick tufts of ash blonde hair and starts to gently massage and scratch with her nails. 

 it was a comforting action that reader had been doing for months now, starting when bakugo first broke down in front of her after his kidnapping. it had always been able to soothe him into relaxation, something katsuki craved. 

 “ashido was jus’ asking me how you were doing.. they’re all still a bit worried bout you, if ‘m being honest.” reader murmurs in explanation, pressing a light kiss to the top of his head. 

 “tch.. like i care what those extras worry about. ‘m fine.” katsuki grumbles as he snuggles deeper into her embrace, his muscles starting to relax with her touch. 

 “i know.. they jus’ care. don’t be too grouchy.” reader comments as her hand continues to move in his hair. 

 “.. ‘m not grouchy.” he grumbles in slight irritation, though it was mixed with such apparent fondness it was hard to tell if he was truly annoyed or not. 

 a comfortable silence soon falls over them, only the chatter on the tv and the sound of bakugo’s deep breathing is audible. reader continues to gently massage his scalp, occasionally pressing kisses to his head or rubbing circles on his back. 

 she strategically waits till he was half-asleep, knowing he would now be too exhausted to protest what would happen next– which was a long assault of praise and affection that katsuki usually rejected cause he was too prideful. 

 “mmm..” reader hums in contentment, planting a gentle kiss onto bakugo’s head. “my brave boy.. so tired after working so hard.” she praises quietly.

 katsuki, meanwhile, grunts in annoyance (though it seemed more like embarrassment than anything). “mmm.. so strong an’ hardworking.” reader repeats with a quiet laugh, her expression softening.

 “stop teasin’ me..” he grumbles, shaking his head and nuzzling deeper into her chest (when had he moved down there?). 

 “.. ‘m not teasing you, ya big baby– ‘m praising you.. cause i love you so much.” reader explains with another gentle kiss to his head. katsuki doesn’t say anything for a few seconds and then shakes his head, grumbling like a stubborn cat.

 “i love ya too.. stupid brat.” katsuki mutters after a few seconds of silence. 

 “ah, my good boy–”

 “oi! ‘m not yer damn dog!” his head snaps up, his eyes narrowing into a glare of pure flustered annoyance. 

 when the rest of the class returns in the late afternoon, they find katsuki lying on top of reader, both of them in deep sleep. over a dozen photos were taken by numerous classmates that day– and used as blackmail later…

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