i see this a lot on shiftblr and shiftok, people feeling that quiet sting when they see their s/o being shipped with someone else, or when they realise other shifters share the same person.
and i totally understand that feeling, it’s so incredibly valid and there’s nothing wrong with it at all.
for the longest time, i never chased romance in my drs. i was there for the world, the feeling of being, the experience itself. love was something that found me, not something i actively sought.
but recently, i found myself inexplicably drawn to someone in my dr, and for a moment, that same flicker of jealousy brushed against me too.
right after that, i made a beautiful realisation that diminished any jealousy i felt. and i felt compelled to share it with you. <3
the version you have of them is yours. always.
not in a way that claims or confines, but in a way that is deeply and quietly sacred.
because the one who exists with you is shaped by you. by your presence, your awareness, your way of loving. and that cannot be replicated.
your memories with them are yours.
the way they laugh with you as you share an inside joke, yours
the way they soften when they look at you, yours.
no one else will ever feel the exact warmth of their hand fitting into yours in that first, trembling moment, when the world seemed to soften around you, and gently breathe out a long-awaited “finally” at your touch.
no one else will ever watch the way their lips shape your name, like it was always meant to be theirs to say, laced with whispers of promises and devotion.
no one else will ever know the way their skin trembles beneath your touch as they trace every line of you with reverence, learning you slowly, holding you tenderly, as if your body was made for their worship.
no one else will ever stand in that same quiet place with them, where everything fell into a hush that belonged only to the two of you… something infinite in its depth, yet fleeting in its passing, but entirely and irrevocably yours.
even if they share the same face, the same voice, the same story across countless realities, the love you experience with them is singular. it is intimate in a way that cannot be copied or shared.
so you are not losing anything.
you are not sharing anything.
what you have is untouched, whole, and entirely your own.
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absolutely does katsuki bakugo win whenever you tackle him.
it started randomly, one day while he was doing nothing in particular, you just tackled him out of nowhere.
from behind, a shitty move, but it brought him to the ground. and part of him knew it was you — yet his competitive ass didn't care if he was dating you or not.
he easily flipped you over, pinning you down. "i won," he spoke, leaning down so he was in your face, smirking.
he watched your lips purse in thought, before you leaned up and pecked his lips.
"cute, but i still won," he hummed, though his gaze softened slightly.
you let out a small hum, leaning up to press your lips together once more, and his hand traveled to cup your face, angling it so your lips slotted together just right.
and when your now free hand came up to deliberately bring the wrestling on your side, his hand left your face, catching you by the wrist. though he didn't pull away as he brought your wrist back down to your side.
and katsuki finally parted with a shit-eating grin. "'m not that stupid, baby."
hellooo this is me reminding u to write about sleepy bkg leaving ur apartment at night and begging for more kisses 🫡🫡
GO HOME! (2.5k)
— bakugou katsuki x reader
your boyfriend doesn’t want to go home.
cw: suggestive, swearing, pretty tame
“i can hear you not putting your shoes on!” you shout from your kitchen, refilling up your water bottle by your sink.
it’s nearing eleven pm on a weekday and you’re nearing the end of your bedtime routine. after finishing your final session of tussling in bed with your boyfriend, you sleepily got to showering and doing your skincare while bakugou was tasked to go back home.
you’re screwing your lid back onto your bottle, bag of popcorn under one arm as you step into your foyer. you find your boyfriend slumped in your chair for putting shoes on, doing exactly not that.
bakugou katsuki is in his thick grey socks, a random pair of black joggers he left at your flat and his oversized khaki hoodie. he looks handsome, always does, but this time he’s appearing a little disheveled. a flower wilting as the clouds begin hiding the sun.
you’re his precious sun with the energy to keep him happy and at peace, till he’s forcefully pulled from your grip.
his hoodie is unzipped, the right side awkwardly longer than the left from being dragged on in a tantrum. his white tee underneath is creased from yanking it over his head with a guttural sigh. he’s even got a water stain on it from hovering over you when you washed your face in the bathroom.
he’s got his head in his hands, legs spread with his travel duffle by his feet. he hasn’t even managed to grab his shoes off your neatly organised rack by your door.
you potter over to him, shaking your head softly with a sweet coo.
bakugou does not want to go home.
“baby. go,” you hum, dragging your slippered feet across your floor.
you tuck your body between his open legs, putting down your bottle and snacks to lightly tickle under his chin. you receive the harshest glare you’ve ever experienced from him, though it’s still miles below the ones he gives at work.
calloused hands find the bare backs of your soft thighs and lightly, he squeezes.
“you fuckin’ hate me,” he huffs, but his pout comes through. all his features softening under your attention, minus the twist in his brows. “gettin’ rid of me like this.”
you don’t miss the hickies on his neck, two maroon bruises because all you’ve done together these past few days is kiss, cuddle, eat and have sex. since bakugou became your boyfriend, he often forgets about his own apartment. his home is much larger, much more luxurious with built in speakers in the ceilings and a double headed shower. but he always lingers in yours, though he never outstays his welcome. even now.
“i don’t want you to leave but you need to pack for your mission tomorrow,” you smile, taller than him as he sits.
he feels delirious when he stuffs his face in your cotton soft stomach. you smell freshly showered, clean, cosy and like home. bakugou feels like his heart has been stabbed with a fork. he already misses you and you’re right in front of him.
it’s like he’s fighting the devil on his shoulder, to just stay over again tonight and get up early tomorrow. he can grab his shit from home and go straight there. he knows that plan will throw his whole day off tomorrow. also you hate waking up early.
he blinks at you slowly, like a cat that loves what he sees.
for you, it’s easy to get hot from his touch alone and that stare makes you nudge in closer to him. you want to sit on his lap, kiss down his neck again, despite being all over him an hour ago.
“you want me to piss off so you can watch love island,” he breathes, looking up at you with the sweetest ruby puppy dog eyes. there’s a scratchy tone to his voice, sleepiness clearly taking over though he fights it to spend a second longer with you.
you know for a fact you’re the only person in this universe that has seen katsuki like this. that thought alone makes you want to call up his job and say he can’t come in tomorrow. say he’s sick so you can cuddle his big head in your lap. who would you even call? the hero commission? his sidekicks? he is his own boss.
“i do have a load of episodes to catch up on since you’ve been here,” you say sweetly and he eyes your snacks, then your water bottle placed on the shelf beside him.
he’s a grumpy baby in a twenty seven year old, muscled man’s body. he scrunches his nose at the mention of that show. he hates all reality tv, so he says, even though he ends up asking you for details throughout every episode.
“just say you hate me,” he grunts, tilting his head up for a kiss.
you don’t give in just yet.
“i love you but you’ve gotta go. you’ll be even grumpier without sleep in the morning,” you smile.
he rolls his eyes. ever the dramatic one. “yeah, yeah. i get it. love you too.”
you stand there for a few moments. his grip on your thighs getting tighter, his chin in your stomach. he rubs his cheek against your palm, his stubble prickling against you with every move.
“you need to put your shoes on—,”
“you look so pretty like this,” he murmurs, even biting down on his bottom lip.
you narrow your eyes at him. you know exactly what he’s doing and it usually has a hundred percent success ratio.
he pulls off you, keeping his hands on your thighs to look down your body. stupidly, it causes you to look down at yourself too.
your soft pastel pink boy shorts because you get hot at night. your comfy low cut navy strappy top, that has seen better days but you have no need to replace yet. your nipples poke through the fabric and you don’t miss bakugou’s gaze wafting over them with his tongue poking his cheek.
he looks as if he’s about to moan or take a bite out of you. you can’t tell yet. you don’t mind either.
“katsuki, stop it. you were supposed to leave an hour ago,” you look to your clock beside your front door. “an hour and a half ago.”
bakugou grits his teeth then relaxes by kissing the strip of your stomach between your vest and shorts. he releases the quietest whine.
“i wanna stay here with you.”
even though he’s being dramatic, you’ll see him in less than a week, every word releases tingles down your spine.
you press a kiss to his lips, to which he eagerly pushes back. his hands sneak up to your waist holding you with purpose. it’s only a peck but everything he’s feeling is translated through.
“you’re killin’ me,” he says onto your lips.
“it’s not me, baby. you have the world to save tomorrow. you can make love to your girlfriend when you get back,” you say tenderly, brushing your thumb over his cheek.
“i’m givin’ you a good fuckin’ when i see you again.”
“you always do,” you shrug playfully and bakugou chuckles, shaking his head in resignation.
“fuck. fuck my life,” he grunts to himself, pulling his slides off your shoe rack and shoving them onto his feet.
“it feels like you’re obsessed with me, kats,” you giggle to yourself, stepping back so he has space to stand up and sling his duffle over his shoulder.
he raises one eyebrow, a huffy laugh releasing from his throat.
“hm? you think?” he takes his hand through his hair, a light pink blush on his cheeks from your attention. “‘course i fuckin’ am. i’m comin’ right back to get you when i’m done.”
you lift up on your tiptoes, hands on his pectorals, “if you say so.”
“i do say so. i am sayin’ that,” he mumbles, hands finding your ass to lift you with ease.
you wrap your legs around his waist so he doesn’t have to bend to kiss you.
“next thursday, okay?” he kisses the corner of your lips, feeling your cheeks rise. “and still text me. i’ll have my phone on me in the evenings.”
you smooth down his eyebrows with your thumbs.
“yes, dynamight sir,” you drawl, but you lean in to peck him, a noisy kiss that has him chasing after you. he moans softly.
“another.” he whispers.
with your arms wrapped around his neck, you give his bottom lip a nibble, one that causes an exasperated groan. then you slot your lips over his, pushing your tongue into his mouth to tangle against his. it’s long, wet and pulses throughout your body.
you push your chest against his as if you’re trying to merge into one, bakugou’s fingertips sinking into your ass cheeks.
it’s you that pulls away, landing two kisses on his lips for good measure.
“baby, no.” he complains.
since you’re the only one with self control here, you tap his shoulder.
“put me down now. you’ve got to go.” you say controlled and bakugou throws his head back in annoyance, “need you wide awake on the field so you don’t get hurt. i don’t wanna see a scratch on your pretty face when you come back.”
that gets him putting you down, your feet finding the floor. since getting with you, he’s much more mindful of his recklessness and getting hurt. bakugou doesn’t want to scare or upset you. you’ve become his beacon of light, his conscience and answer.
“my pretty face?” he grips the handle to his bag, a smirk rising. he’s still taking in his last few seconds.
you nod, “yes. come home safe to me.”
“i always do. don’t have to doubt me, princess.”
the pet name gets you rolling your eyes to hide how it makes your stomach do flips. he undoes both your door locks and slowly opens it with his shoulder like it weighs a tonne.
as if it’s becoming real all of a sudden, you throw yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around him in a cuddle under his hoodie. you feel complete once you stuff your cheek between his pectorals and you squeeze him tight as thick arms cradle you in. katsuki’s always warm and toasty, a tall standing mattress for you to fall asleep on.
despite you urging him to leave, it doesn’t mean your heart doesn’t ache.
“i’ll miss you,” you say, eyes squeezed shut.
you’re just as dramatic as him, you just hide it better. you’ll see him next week.
“i’ll miss you. gonna think about you when i’m on the camp site shittin’ in the woods.”
your laugh makes bakugou’s chest swell.
“you’re so annoying.”
he shrugs.
with all the power he’s ever possessed in one single time, bakugou lets you untangle from him.
“i’m gonna go now.” he looks down your empty corridor, “i could stay over tonight and leave in the mornin’—.”
“you’re not waking me up at three.”
he turns to you with a frown.
“fine. another kiss, to wish me well,” he demands.
that you can do.
a smush of your lips, you gripping his tee as his hand cups your chin.
“another. for good luck.”
you huff playfully but still you give him another kiss. one that has you opening your mouth and letting him slot his tongue in between. it goes on longer than you mean, with you dragging him closer and his hands land back on your hips.
it’s when he groans without realising, a hardening bump in his waistband pressing against your stomach.
“go now!” you say, pushing him off you and bakugou drags a palm down his face.
“fuck,” he breathes, shaking the horny off his body. not the time. “i’ll see you next week. lock the door behind me. all of them.”
“i always do!”
he flickers down your body, one step into the corridor.
bakugou bites down on his bottom lip, “i love you. can’t wait to see you again.”
you awe, gripping the door and peeking out, “i love you too. i’ll keep you updated. even send you some selfies.”
bakugou nods rapidly, “please. i won’t be able to reply quickly but i will.”
“okay, i’ll see you later.”
he’s about to step away, he swears he is though he looks back at you peeping at him.
“one last kiss then i’m outta your sight,” he promises.
you eagerly pull out from behind the door, “last one! then you have to go!”
“yeah, yeah, yeah—,” he’s rough in the way you love, placing a palm flat on your back to pull you into him. you practically fall into his arms but quickly you’re up on your tiptoes.
it’s a kiss with the energy that it could be the last one you ever have. a hero going off on a mission and leaving his beautiful girl back home. though this isn’t one of his high risk ones, heck he’s going on his own because he’s so capable. yet still the day he returns feels like forever away.
you practically eat each other's faces, unable to stay appropriate down to your last moments together. you twist to the left as he goes right, holding the back of his head so he stays close. he’s not shy to push his cock into you, letting you know all the ways he will miss you.
it’s loud and messy. it’s trying to remember every inch of him so you can recall it in your nights alone. it’s bakugou groping every part of you he can get his hands on so he can mark you as his.
your blonde sucks on your tongue and you don’t mean to palm him but he ruts into you at the contact. you moan as pleasure sparks beneath your skin, the length of him growing cupped in your palm. you’re wondering if there’s time for another session even though he was meant to leave two hours ago.
the kiss only ends because you’re both breathless, using your last breaths to connect with the other. there’s giggles from you and three extra pecks before you force yourself to step away, using your front door as a shield from your riled up boyfriend.
you watch as he adjusts himself, rolls back his shoulders in a stretch and tries to screw his head on straight.
“goodbye now. for real, kats.”
he nods sharply, stretching his jaw side to side. “bye baby. i’m hard now.”
“that’s your own fault for begging for more kisses,” you grin.
he pouts, “how couldn’t i when you look like—,”
“bye katsuki. my tv is calling me!”
“fuck,” he groans, holding onto his bag strap and throwing his head back, “bye princess.”
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katsuki is convinced his heart has never beat faster until he got into a relationship with you and izuku
⋆˙⟡ the first time you noticed was when izuku got home from a long day of teaching, walked right up to you and planted his lips on yours, burying his hand in your hair and moulding you to him, licking along your lips and shoving his hand in your shorts
katsuki stood frozen with red cheeks and a tent in his sweats
⋆˙⟡ showering sends his heart beating wildly in his chest because he knows one of you will come in, he doesn’t mind but it’s the thrill of not knowing which one of you or if both of you will come in
when it’s the both of you, his eyes go wide as you both press him back against the tile and run your hands all over his slick body, cooing and admiring, kissing all over his neck but before it gets too heated you both let go and wash his hair and his body for him, drying him off with a fluffy towel and sending him on his way with pink cheeks
⋆˙⟡ the group chat that the three of you have is always filled with lewd messages, pictures and videos
izuku sent the first video in while katsuki was away on a mission, he had you spread out on the bed beneath him and a shotty camera angle of him lazily fucking you
“say hi to kats baby. i’m sure he misses you.” he coos and zooms in on your pussy sucking him in.
katsuki cums hard and alone in his hotel room that night.
⋆˙⟡ when he gets home from patrol he never knows how he’ll find the both of you, he’s always half hard when he walks through the door
his jaw is on the floor when he walks into the room and finds izuku fucking a dildo into you with a vibrator pressed right on your clit. you whine out to him, struggling against the restraints and izuku looks at him over his shoulder and smiles.
“c’mere kachhan.” he turns the vibrator up. “she’s about to cum.”
“i.. izuku.” he stutters.
⋆˙⟡ the mornings are some of his favorite times because he feels so cuddled and loved with you and izuku curled into his sides
on days he’s off he’ll wake up to you and izuku hooking a leg over each of his and your hands wandering up his thighs. you’re first to run your fingers up his cock as izuku buries his head in his neck and sucks small marks just under his ear.
“good morning kacchan.” izuku whispers, licking the shell of his ear.
“what do you want to do today?” you purr, wrapping your fingers around his hardening dick.
“want me to use that vibrator on you?” izuku chuckles at the shutter that goes through katsuki’s body.
“we can tie you up and everything.” your thumb swipes at the little beads of pre.
“please!” he gasps.
⋆˙⟡ when you’re away on missions and izuku has him to himself katsuki feels like he’s been hunted
“katsuki.” izuku calls from the front door after work, walking into the kitchen to find him cooking.
“i’m making dinner.” his neck flushing all the way up to the tips of his ears.
“what if i want something else for dinner?” izuku comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his waist, kissing the back of his neck.
“like- ngh!” izuku nips at his warm skin. “like what?” he pants.
“hmm..” his hand slips in the front of his pants. “i dunno..” katsuki leans back into him as izuku wraps his hand around him. “you look good.”
⋆˙⟡ when you and izuku are away on missions katsuki finds himself going through the group chat just waiting for the both of you to text, but you both always try to get a facetime in
“flip the camera, kats.” you coo. “let us see.”
katsuki’s brows scrunch but he flips the camera and shows you both his angry, pink tip, glistening with pre. “hurts.” he lets out a little whine.
“stroke it like i do, kacchan.” izuku scoots in next to you.
“i- mngh!” his hips jerk when he tightens his fist.
“yeah just like that, baby.” izuku nods.
you and izuku both talk him through it while he fucks his fist, gasping and cumming all over his abs. “when do you guys come home?”
“two days.”
“can you guys stay on the phone while i go to bed?” he starts to clean up.
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♪ ─── warnings: not a lot of x reader hcs, rather random ones (as a pro-hero, kid and student), sfw but has some swearing, maybe controversial movie/show takes, mostly gn reader but there's one kinda fem one ab a bag, mentions of ocd, America slander rip, it’s not that serious
♪ ─── a/n: i was watching mukbangs while writing this so a lot of them are food related im so hungry omg. i get scared when i post these bc i HAVEN'T WATCHED OR READ BNHA IN CENTURIES so this is purely just vibes
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Cooking > baking
The concept of making sweet treats doesn't appeal to him ngl
He rarely craves anything fun, but if he did, he'd rather just buy it from the store.
Chances of him baking raise by 1.3% if you subtly try to request something (prefers to do it out of his own free will rather than have someone ask for it = you gotta subliminally message him).
Doesn't like mac n' cheese
It was okay when he was a child
Probably ate a lot of dinosaur or pokemon shaped nuggets
Prefers green apples…
His aunt called him a durian once (she was referring to how they're spiky and are foul, insinuating that Katsuki was hard to be around)
He hates durian with a passion. He prefers jackfruit
This was at a family dinner. He threatened her, and then his mom hit the shit out of him.
He did not say sorry obviously...
He secretly likes the cauliflower/tofu substitutes for meat
His cortisol levels were disgustingly high and you know... not good for his body
Had to take precautions after certain events... 🎇
But before that, he refused to take meds
Didn't like Glee
It's always the singing aspect
I'm not sure why he even watched it to begin with, but he immediately turned it off after Rachel opened her mouth
Maybe someone was watching it in the common room and he forcefully turned the tv off
Watched How To Train Your Dragon and Race to the Edge as a child
Lowkey had a crush on Astrid, because she was so badass
Katuski wished she was the main character instead of Hiccup, because he was so lame and skinny
Also didn't like Snotlout (annoying) or Fishlegs (a nerd), but the twins were kinda funny to him
Viggo and Ryker dynamic was the first time he saw + understood the brain vs brawn (still preferred Ryker)
His favorite dragons were the triple stryke, the skrill, and the shellfire. In that order.
Thought Dagur was annoying and stupid af but respected his commitment (to an extent)
Did not enjoy seeing Dagur's zen character arc (but in hindsight, he resonates with it a little)
Watched The Umbrella Academy and thought they were all annoying
Definitely a Luther and Season 1 Viktor hater
Wants to burn all evidence of Anne with an E
He’s really picky about what he watches
Doesn't like a lot of old movies, because "if they had quirks, this wouldn't be a problem"
Whiplash. He liked it.
Dead Poets Society
Personally, idk if it's possible for Bakugo to even perceive this film
It's hard for him to imagine a world where he wouldn't be able to do what he wanted
He appreciates characters/movies by connecting them to something he's experienced (but he likes characters/movies bc of the energy and plot)
He also doesn't like poetry so...
Young Katsuki was Team Iron-Man. Older Katsuki is Team Captain America.
Don't ever mention Twilight around him. Please. For your safety.
Romcoms are a hard no for Katuski.
He thinks the plots are half-assed.
You'd have to strap him down and manipulate him into watching one, but even then, he'd find a way to escape.
OCD
He's vain; he knows he's good looking, but there's a small need to look perfectly symmetrical (especially his face and body; he's definitely overworked himself at the gym in hopes of "evening out" his muscles or smth)
It used to look like he was just flexing in the mirror, but he was actually making sure he was symmetrical
He grew out of it by the time he got that scar (and bc there were bigger problems to worry ab)
If you guys were dating during this era, your existence would accidentally fuel his need to look perfect
He wants you to admire him, and he thinks the only way that's possible is to be amazing in every aspect
It took a really long time for you to realize it was OCD, because it came off egotistical and "kinda sweet" that he wanted to impress you
You didn't know how to approach/talk to him about it, because he was really good at turning the convo around
His parents bought him an iPad in hopes of containing him in one area while they cleaned or cooked.
He loved it so much; he'd play a bunch of fighting games and watch All Might videos on it.
His mom would tell him to share with Izuku if he was over, but Katsuki definitely hogged it anyway (Only Child Syndrome)
Mitsuki made him (child Katsuki) carry her purse whenever they went shopping
He'd bitch and moan about it because he didn't wanna be seen carrying a purse in case people thought it was his (but he lowkey would defend it with his life)
If you ask him to hold your bag, he'll reluctantly but silently do it
After a while, he might just wear it on his shoulder instead of the usual heinous grip around the strap that cracks/creases the leather/fabric (you yelled at him about it once)
She also definitely forced him to go to the nail salon with her.
He complained a lot then too, but then she got him a foot bath or smth and he'd be moderately quiet.
He would rather die than visit America
Really likes McDonalds fries
Really good at grilling
Makes delicious burgers, never disappoints
Some onions, mushrooms, lettuce, cheese, no pickles bc he prefers jalapeños
No tomato, but maybe some bacon
His dad taught him well
His dad likes to cut burgers in half, bc it’s “easier to eat” but Katuski thinks that’s bs and eats it as is
Mitsuki doesn’t eat beef tho so she doesn’t understand the hype
Katsuki thinks chicken sandwiches are… okay
Nothing beats beef
For a few years, his phone was absolutely cracked, destroyed, borderline debris, but when he got a new one for high school, he kept that thing in pristine condition. Not even a scratch. Definitely has an elite screen protector on it.
Loves a good Korean bbq
He knows how to make the most out of it
Enjoys some good spicy boneless chicken feet
It must be boneless
He might settle for lemongrass
He thinks SNL is the stupidest show ever aired
He visited the States a few times as a pro (against his will).
He was lying in his hotel bed, surfing through all the channels on tv and stumbles upon SNL.
None of the jokes are funny; he hates the US a little more after wasting 5 minutes of his life watching it.
Loves a good pork cutlet
Thinks people who watch mukbangs are weird
Like why would you watch someone else eat...
Mitsuki collects vintage Coach bags/shoes
As a kid, Katsuki accidentally damaged a purse and hid it in the back of the closet
He uses Apple Music
Has been banned from multiple games bc of his abuse in voice chat
Tricked/forced to take photobooth pictures with the extras in his class
He's making the same expression in each one (😒) but the last one is this: 😐
His copy is taped above his desk tho
He secretly likes it bc you're squished in next to him (and bc the extras are kinda his friends ig...)
Collected random animals like beetles and frogs and made them fight in a bowl
He doesn't celebrate anything
Not even his birthday
But you threw him a surprise party once and that wasn't too bad
He thought it was... nice, even though no one really knew what to get him
He'd prefer more practical gifts
lazy kisses with katsuki… mmm. how he’d turn a simple peck into something worth melting over, making you defenseless without thinking. his tongue moves against yours in such a sensual way that you don’t even understand how someone like him, sharp-tongued and quick witted, could act so opposite. his hands always find their way under the fabric of whatever you’re wearing, finger tips pressed into the skin of your hips for that subtle bare contact he yearns for. it takes a good amount of time in a relationship for him to get to this point, but when he does? he never wants to stop. it almost never leads to anything else, staying as just a slow and deep makeout session to show how much he cares about you and not just your body.
“i can't believe you put all of my shirts in the wash,” katsuki’s voice is a bit muffled as he steps out of the bathroom.
your head perks up from the bed at the sound. “yeah, sorry about that,” you say, though your voice trails off a bit.
you watch him, completely mesmerized, analyzing the way his muscles shift with every single movement as he walks towards the bed. his blonde hair is still a bit wet from the shower, looking as messy and spiky as ever, while a few drops of water slowly roll down the defined ridges of his abs.
“this is the last time i'm letting you do any chore,” he grumbles, his voice thick with annoyance.
his tone forces you to quickly snap out of the trance he’s got you in. “i’m sorry,” you say, though it comes out almost robotic because your eyes are still helplessly glued to his big, squishy chest.
he lets out a scoff. the second he gets close to where you are sitting on the bed, he reaches out and flicks your forehead with his finger.
“at least look in my eyes, you damn pervert,” he grumbles, kicking off his slippers and climbing onto the mattress right next to you.
“who, me?” you fake, putting on your best innocent face as you rub the spot he just flicked on your forehead.
“yeah! you!”
you let out a dramatic sigh. “look, it was just a coincidence that i put aaallll your shirts in the washer at the same time, and now you just happen to have to walk around shirtless.” you pause, shrugging as if it wasn’t a big deal.
“that sounds stupid once you say it out loud, and you know it.”
he just shakes his head, giving you an exasperated look.
“now i feel bad, kats. really, really bad,” you assure him, sliding closer to him. you don't hesitate as you climb right onto his lap, your palms quickly finding his pecs and giving them a soft squeeze.
a sudden silence falls over the room as you just keep squeezing his chest, completely unfazed by the utterly baffled expression spreading across his face. he stares down at you, totally speechless for a second.
“is this helping?” you ask, looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes.
“hah?! how the fuck would this help me?!” he demands, his voice rising in annoyance — though you notice he doesn't actually push you off.
“well, i’m offering you support? it really looks like you need it,” you say with a bright smile, your palms still comfortably cupping his firm chest.
katsuki doesn’t need much of a fuse to explode, and that cheeky comment is the final straw.
“fuck off, i’m going to get one of your shirts to wear!” he yells, finally pushing you off his lap.
you roll over the mattress with a loud laugh, clutching your stomach.
“kats, no! wait! please!” you scream after him, trying to catch your breath.
“what now?!” he whips around to face you, his shoulders tense and his nerves already completely shot.
there is a brief, tense moment of silence. you look him up and down.
then—
“did you know your chest jiggles when you move around?”
his face flushes red. “that’s it! i’m taking your favorite shirt!”
“not the blue one!!” you shriek, sitting up in a panic.
“yes, the blue one!!!” he roars back, stomping off towards your closet.
katsuki who LOVESS when he gets people to laugh—more specifically, his wife. and okay, his friends also but like, whatever.
he's spent a lifetime either (evilly) laughing at people or being (playfully) laughed at and he never really cared for making people laugh much bc it never occurred to him until the first time he (unintentionally) made his girl laugh and ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, he was gone. a goner. red in the face and heart in a race. he will NEVER admit it, but he lives for that high all the time.
he's horrible at being intentionally comedic—evident by the way most of the laughs he gets are from the things he does unintentionally—but if he learned that something he did or said made his girl laugh, he'd spam it a little a few times just to get u to really laugh ur heart out w a wide ass grin on his face. would he embarrass himself or throw away his ego and self-worth just to make you laugh? sometimes. depending on the time and place. he'll be rude if it makes you laugh, he'll play dumb and go with ur antics, he'll wear stupid clothes red-faced if it meant helping with ur bad day.
but also if u think abt it, this mf could also probably be a good comedian anyway because i think when he gets in the flow he would ride that wave hard. he doesn't give a fuck about public speaking so he would probably be pretty good at it in his own style bc he's naturally witty, he's smart, he's observant and intuitive so he'd probably know how to get the hang of the unintentionally funny thing—he's annoying i hate him why is he good at everything.
also katsuki is A GIGGLER !!! i love the way he laughs in the sub for the mr. smiley ova bc he sounds like he's being tickled n that's exactly how he laughs at things he genuinely finds funny: hands on his tummy, head thrown back, turning away as laughter rakes through his body bc he doesn't want to be exposed to more of the funny—but unlike the louder cackles from the ova or from his fight w afo, i think he'd be a little quieter? like a helpless giggler; it's too funny and he's so weak n breathless he can't help but laugh. idt he'd wheeze, he's just soo tickled i think he is sooooo cute. he also snickers but i think that's obvious. i think the louder laughter is only when he's tweaking over something (fighting afo in pain) bc i genuinely can't see him cackling over a joke as much as i can see him do a spittake.
☾ — katsuki giggles,,,,,,, ok null time for bed. no one say anything abt how this was written bc i'm sleepy n idrgaf rn but yes ik it's bad shush pls. this is also just how i imagine papatsuki in his married life btw hehe. gn everyone i will now go snooze ♡
Years of brutal training. Endless patrols. Rescue missions that left him carrying concrete slabs like they weighed nothing.
A body like his wasn't built overnight.
It was earned.
Still...
You weren't exactly thinking about any of that.
Not when your face was currently squished against one of them.
"...Comfortable?" his voice rumbled from somewhere above you.
You hummed, nuzzling deeper into the warm muscle.
"Mhm."
"...You're usin' my arm like a damn pillow."
"'Cause it is."
A scoff. "Brat"
You were also convinced half of Japan wanted these arms.
The skin-tight hero costume certainly didn't help.
Every interview. Every press conference. Every rescue caught on camera had people online collectively losing their minds whenever he crossed his arms or flexed without realizing it.
Sure you loved his arms but the rest of Japan loved those arms for entirely similar reasons.
The hero rankings practically exploded every time a new agency photo dropped.
Reporters somehow managed to ask the most ridiculous questions just to keep him standing in front of cameras a little longer.
You'd seen the edits.
The thirst compilations.
The embarrassingly dedicated fan accounts.
Sometimes you were pretty sure the cocky bastard made it worse on purpose.
Coming home straight from the agency after squeezing in one last workout.
Veins standing out beneath tanned skin.
Sleeves rolled up just a little tighter around his arms than usual, buttons looking one deep breath away from surrendering.
Just enough to watch your traitorous eyes linger a little too long, smirking like he already knew where the night was going.
But none of that compared to the mornings.
Those belonged entirely to you.
Just with Katsuki.
Soft around the edges in a way the rest of the world would never believe.
Sleep-mussed blond hair sticking up in every direction.
Grey sweatpants hanging low enough to make you question his intentions early morning.
You shuffled into the kitchen, still half asleep, and without a word your hand found its usual place, giving his ass a lazy squeeze.
"Morning, beautiful."
He barely reacted anymore, already used to it.
Just huffed out a quiet laugh beneath his breath, the sound rough with sleep as he continued flipping the breakfast pan.
"Mornin', pretty," he rasped.
Your smile widened.
Naturally, your next move was to latch onto his arm.
Both hands wrapped around his bicep as you shamelessly buried your face into it.
"Hungry," you mumbled giving a playful nibble to his arm.
"For breakfast?"
"...Eventually."
His brow lifted.
You were already staring again.
Your gaze wandered shamelessly over broad shoulders, across his chest, down the defined planes of his waist before settling—once again—on those stupidly huge biceps.
He caught you. Of course he did.
That infuriatingly handsome arrogant half-smirk tugged at his lips.
"...See somethin' you like?"
Before you could get another word in, he hooked an arm around your waist.
The world tipped.
One effortless lift-
And suddenly you were sitting on the kitchen counter.
Somehow, he still towered over you.
"...Tch."
He leaned down, lips brushing your ear.
"Greedy little thing."
His hands settled against your hips as he stepped between your knees, amusement dancing in crimson eyes.
"just gonna keep starin'..."
He leaned in, big hands already parting your legs and trailing higher.
"...or you gon' work f'it baby?"
Prohero!Bakugo who had big biceps.
Strong enough to lift cars.
Strong enough to tear through concrete.
Strong enough to save lives.
The rest of Japan admired them because they made him a hero.
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New Katsuki illustration. He's about to eat an onigiri🥺
LOOK AT HIS SOFT EXPRESSION OMG. considering the sleeve, this is postwar. He is smiling and looking relieved? He looks like he's appreciating small details of his life after he died and was brought back to life💔 he's so grateful for being alive "I'm really alive and can eat an onigiri"
And pay attention, edgeshot is also standing next to him looking at him🥺
virgin!katsuki with his shaky hands and gasps as he fucks you for the first time, trying so hard not to show it but his face his scrunched up so cute and his lips are parted letting you hear just how good he feels. who whimpers when he fully bottoms out and has to bury his head in your neck and sit there for a couple minutes so he doesn’t cum right away. he’s still learning what to do with his big dick and gets so blushy when you tell him how much you love it.
── ✶ before you read: 1.4k words ; gn reader ; established relationship ; very corny cuddling shenanigans ; masterlist.
꒰ commentary ꒱ ✶ i saw a tik tok of a couple's ring camera footage catching a moment like this in the middle of the night (i cannot find it anymore) but it felt rly katsuki coded so here we are
It’s three in the morning, and you’re hot and sweaty, and Katsuki is as heavy as ever. He doesn’t snore any quieter either.
He shuffles closer, half-asleep, as he throws a leg over you, pulling you into his chest. His arms wrap around you like a trap, solid and impossible to pry loose, and then he shoves his face into your neck with a low, sleepy grunt. You blink your eyes open, lips curling into a frown as he goes right back to snoring.
“Babe,” you huff, tapping his arm. He grunts, barely registering your voice. “Kats,” you try again, shoving at him a little harder. “It’s hot—get off.”
“No,” he clicks his teeth, voice rough with sleep. “We’re cuddling.”
“But it’s too hot,” you say exasperatedly.
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is,” you snap, pushing at the heavy arm locked around your waist. “Your body heat is cooking me alive—I’m gonna die.”
His mouth twitches into a frown against your neck. “Stop being dramatic.”
“You weigh so much.”
“That’s fuckin’ rude. And I’m not even on you.”
“You are literally on top of half my body!”
He makes a low, irritated sound at your unwillingness to quietly let him have his way. (Heaven forbid, you think, that you choose not to spend your last moments under his crushing weight.) Stubbornly, his leg hooks more firmly over yours when you try to wiggle away, and his arm tightens around your middle.
“Stop moving,” he mutters.
“Move over.”
“No.”
“C’mon,” you whine, huffing tiredly. “Just move over a little.”
“There’s no space.”
You pause at his words in disbelief. Slowly, you lift your head from the pillow, squinting through the dark room. The curtains are cracked just enough to let a thin line of streetlight spill across the bed, pale and silver over the rumpled sheets. The other half of his bed is empty and untouched, just as you suspected.
Of course it is, when he’s abandoned his own side completely and migrated fully into yours.
You turn your head to glare at him as you hiss, “You liar.”
He doesn’t even have the decency to look at you as you catch him in his lie. His eyes are still closed, his face still buried in your neck, and his breathing slow and warm against your skin. “Fuck off,” he mumbles. “We’re cuddling.”
“I can’t sleep like this! You’re completely on my side of the bed—”
“It’s our bed,” he instantly corrects, giving you a grumpy look as he cracks one eye open.
“It won’t be for long,” you snap. “I’m going to leave.”
He waits thirty seconds before smugly humming, “Still here, huh? Knew it.”
“Where else am I meant to be?” you hiss, trying to pry his arm off again. “I’m being held hostage here literally against my will!”
He snorts. The sound is small and half-muffled, but you feel it against your skin, and that somehow irritates you even more because he’s clearly enjoying himself. Even despite being disturbed as he tries to sleep (doesn’t he have an early patrol in the morning?), even despite sweating through the sheets with you (and just how is he surviving this heat so unbothered?), even despite being shoved at and scolded (when will he grow a sense of shame?), Katsuki is still having a good time simply because he’s annoying you.
Your vein all but pops at the smug satisfaction he gets from getting under your skin.
“Katsuki,” you groan, going limp in his hold for one exhausted second. “Please. It’s so hot, and your quirk doesn’t help. Just get off—you’re so stubborn.”
His eyes finally crack open, narrowed and gleaming in the dark. For a moment, he just looks at you—hair messy, expression heavy with sleep, mouth pulled into that signature annoyed little line that it’s always tugged into permanently.
Then he clicks his tongue, offended. “Fine.”
The word is sharp and dramatic, and before you can even feel relieved, he releases you all at once and rolls over onto his back with a huff, taking all of his furnace-like body heat with him. The sudden absence should be a blessing. It is a blessing. You are relieved and can breathe again as cool air slides over your damp skin, and you can finally move freely without his arm compressing your ribs.
But Katsuki, of course, is not done being insufferable.
“So fuckin’ unbelievably rude,” he mutters to himself, purposely loud enough for you to hear clearly. “Always clingy during the day, crawlin’ all over me. Sitting in my lap ‘n stealin’ my food. But when it actually fuckin’ makes sense to cuddle, suddenly it’s a problem.”
You narrow your eyes as you pout, “I am not clingy—and you’re the rude one! It doesn’t make sense to cuddle in this crazy hot weather and die—”
“And if I said that cuddling you would kill me, then you’d send my ass to sleep outside. At least try to hide your fuckin’ double standards.”
“Oh my god,” you whisper to yourself. “He’s impossible.”
“I’m right here, too,” he grumbles flatly, turning to you, mildly offended.
You roll onto your side to face him, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him better. His arms are crossed over his chest now, biceps flexed, jaw set tight as though you’ve wronged him. (For someone who upholds the justice system of this country, you think it’s ironic of him to act that way—especially when he’s spent the last five minutes trying to suffocate you with his weight and body heat.)
You narrow your eyes. “Fine,” you click your teeth. His gaze cuts to you instantly as you throw the sheet off your legs. “You wanna cuddle?”
His eyes narrow suspiciously. “What’re you doing?”
“Exactly what you want,” you say sweetly, already moving. “You wanted to cuddle. So we’re gonna cuddle.”
“You—”
You roll on top of him before he can finish. All of your weight lands squarely against his chest as you sprawl over him, dramatically making a point to make your limbs seem boneless. One leg hooks over his thigh. One arm flops across his face. Your cheek smushes against his shoulder, and you make sure to go as limp as inconveniently possible.
Katsuki grumbles instantly, “Get off.”
“No,” you mumble into his skin. “We’re cuddling.”
His chest rumbles beneath you. “This shit isn’t how you fuckin’ cuddle, you damn idiot.”
You promptly ignore him, lifting your head just enough to shove your face next to his ear. Then you fake snore loudly. It’s an obnoxiously exaggerated replica of his own snoring.
Katsuki cringes before shoving at you (with little conviction). “Knock it off, moron!”
You snore louder, fighting back a giggle. His hand comes up to shove at your shoulder, but there is no real strength behind it. Not enough to move you, even though he easily could. Not enough to mean it, because he clearly doesn’t. His palm just rests there after a second, warm and broad against you, while he turns his face away like that might hide the way his mouth is starting to twitch.
You see it anyway—the small shake of his chest as the laugh he is trying very, very hard not to give you escapes against his will. You grin at the sight and snore again, right into his ear.
“Brat,” he snaps, but it comes out strained as he fights back a chuckle.
“Shhh,” you mumble, patting his cheek with the hand still flung half over his face. “I’m sleeping. You’re ruining our cuddle.”
“You’re ruining my life.”
“You’re the one who asked me out, so it’s your fault.”
“Well, I guess even I make mistakes.”
“So mean!” You gasp, lifting your head as you demand, “You’re saying I’m a mistake?!”
This time, the laugh actually breaks out of him. It is short and boyish, and it’s not something a lot of people witness. But you do—quite often, in fact, and you can’t help but melt at how sweet the sound is. Finally, you give in and properly curl against his chest, relieving him of the uncomfortable position your body is in over his upper half. Your eyes meet his, and you stare for a moment at each other before he looks away to the side.
The tips of his ears are just slightly red, you think—but it’s too dark to tell for sure.
“Just go the fuck back to sleep,” he mutters.
“Sure thing,” you beam as you tuck your face into his neck and fake snore one more time.
Katsuki pinches your side. You laugh into his chest, and this time, when he huffs in annoyance, he does not bother hiding the smile.
cuddling this guy in the middle of summer with that quirk must be miserable. u might as well cuddle a flame
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℘. synopsis: katsuki loves when you get a fresh full set of nails, especially when they’re sharp enough to mark him up. (w/c: 2.1k+)
℘. warnings: fluff, smut (p in v, mating press), scratching kink, mentions of blood, fem reader.
℘. a/n: first time writing smut so apologies if this is buns, but this might just be my favourite thing i’ve ever written Σ(O_O)
"Damn that's good, keep going," he groaned through a gritty voice, eyes fluttering shut as he relished the rapture of the moment.
"Katsuki, my hands are getting tired."
"I don't care, I said keep going."
Whining in irritation, you forced your hand through numerous cramps to sustain the gentle rhythm of massaging circles into his scalp. To Katsuki, it's a necessity that after you have your nails freshly done, he settles into your lap—head softly cushioned by your chest as he expectantly waits for head scratches.
Not that you'd planned on getting them done anytime soon. Before today, they'd been in a sorry enough state to earn weeks of blatant complaints from him. These aren't doing the job anymore, I can't feel a damn thing, they're useless, fix it.
In reality, your nails weren't entirely horrible. They just looked like they’d been carrying the same mundane identity for far too long—chipped edges, and faded gel polish hinting it was time for redo.
As a half-assed retort, you told him that to get your nails done, he’d have to pay this time. Although, your threat to his bank account was proven to be futile as when you’d woken up this morning, your eyes were politely greeted with a hefty wad of cash atop your nightstand. Observing closer, the white glint from a ripped piece of paper nearby swiftly caught your eye.
go do your nails or whatever it is you brats do. obviously I gave you extra, so treat yourself to something else. i’ll be home around 7
love,
𝒦
Smiling to yourself, you mindlessly reached for your discarded phone, before immediately clicking onto Pinterest.
The memory faded as a lazy tug on the hem of your shirt pulled you into the present of the evening. Looking down, your eyes met garnet ones that glared back at you in faux annoyance.
"Oi. Quit spacing out, and keep scratching."
"Sorry, sorry," you lightly chuckled, keeping a hand carding through the roots of his blonde locks as the other traced the fine hairs prickling his neck. Katsuki's eyes narrowed at the amusement in your voice.
"Stop laughing."
"Then quit acting like you enjoy this," you smirked.
A scoff passed his lips, but they way he nudged his head into your hand completely undermined whatever argument he was about to make.
"Don't start."
"I didn't say anything."
"Your face did."
Exaggerating the falseness of his claim, you attempted to relax all the muscle in your face, a blank expression easing your features.
"There. Happy?" You asked flatly.
"No."
You quirked a brow. The man looked away first, an undeniable hue of pink dusting his ears.
"You look prettier when you're smiling."
The teasing response sitting on the tip of your tongue died as you were caught off guard, enough for your fingers to still for a fraction of a second. Something in the way he said it, so matter-of-fact, made your pulse trip.
His eyes flickered up at you, aimless gaze falling to your lips briefly before flitting back to your eyes.
"What?" You questioned, an undeniable hue of pink now dusting your own cheeks.
Bakugou doesn't answer you right away.
Instead, he holds your look for a second longer, whilst his hand loosens on your shirt to slide lower—firmly resting on your hip.
He breathes out, "Tch, you're infuriating," the blonde dipped his head forward, catching your lips in a feather-light kiss that seemed to deepen as his grip tightened. It was intoxicatingly warm, and slow, a deliberate exploration that left you breathless and aching for more.
"You think I'm pretty?" You huffed into his parted lips, nails scraping his skin as your fingers curled into the hairs of his nape—eliciting a satisfied groan.
"I think," Katsuki muttered, his breath mingling with yours in the narrow space between you, "you ask stupid questions."
What started as a tentative movement became a demanding pace. Faces crashed together with bruising pressure, bodies mutually surrendering to one another, whilst tongues slipped past the slicked seal of lips, consuming total focus.
Reluctantly tearing yourselves apart, your foreheads rested against each others.
"You should put those nails to use."
"How so?"
"Y'know I love it when you mark the fuck outta' me." The man moaned lowly just at the thought.
Without another word, he pushed himself off of your figure, grasping your ankles before pulling you down the sofa to lie flat.
"I like to imagine how hard your nails can dig into my skin,” While divulging his fantasy, Katsuki began to strip your bodies feverishly, clothing and undergarments jettisoned across the wooden floor of the apartment, leaving you both bare and vulnerable, “so hard it scars for everyone to see and know that I'm yours."
As he leaned over you, breaking what little space was left, your wandering eyes couldn't help but flick down to his hips—heart skipping in arousal once you saw the semi-hard length enlargening between his thighs.
"Like what you see?" You gently nodded, suddenly unable to talk as your mouth watered, rendering your jaw shut. A roughened hand trailed up your side, cupping the soft curve of your breast, briefly tweaking a stiff nipple between two of his fingers.
The blonde gravelly chuckled at your pathetic whine, "Don't worry, pretty. I'll give you what you want, and you'll give me what I want."
Tugging at your hands, he latched them to his shoulders for you to claw into, before wrenching your knees open in hunger, eyes lowly-lidded by an exponentially growing desire.
While all this unfolded, an unmistakable wetness had been gathering at your heated core, to which Bakugou collected with two digits, groaning in satisfaction of being proficient in easily turning you on.
"Shit, you want me that bad?" He asked, a cocky smirk curving his lip as he continued to stare between your legs, eyes unwavering like your arousal was hypnotic while he massaged your slickened folds.
"Please, Kats."
"Need to stretch you out first. Open up f'me."
You bit down on your lip, a muffled moan merely escaping your throat as heavy fingers curled into the gumminess of your hot walls.
“Oi, don’t you dare try being quiet. Let me hear you.” The calloused hand pressing your thigh flush against your stomach came up to cup your flustered cheek, thumb tenderly stroking your parted lips. Vehemently, his broad fingers continued their loving onslaught, curving in the most delicious places he knew would soon have your body quivering.
“Mm, f-fuck Katsuki!”
Maybe it was the enthralling allure of his name slipping off your tongue, or the captivating resonance of your voice that made his cock subconsciously twitch. Bakugou would never admit it, but he found himself mesmerised by every possible part of you—your quiet competence, your undying enthusiasm, your enamouring beauty, and they way you’d hold on until he was close so you could orgasm together.
“It’s that good is it?” He smiled contently, scarlet eyes fluttering between your scrunched face and the joining of his hand against your pussy.
Obscene noises echoed throughout the apartment, loud squelches bungled with numerous moans of pleasure.
“I need more…” You whimpered, sweaty hands clamping the skin of his shoulders tighter, “more please.”
Giving in to your begging without hesitation, Katsuki carefully pulled his fingers from your worked hole, before pumping his weighty length a couple times, its tip glistening with luscious pre-cum.
One of your own hands quickly snaked down your body, wrapping around the pearly skin of his girth, feeling his pulse kick as you pulled at his hardened cock.
"Fuuuck, your hand is so much softer than mine." His hips bucked into your grip, both hands pushing down on your thighs. "Your nails look so hot around my dick."
After several tugs, you beckoned him closer, lining up his fattened tip with your aching hole. It nudged against you, eager.
"Breathe in for me, pretty." Bakugou whispered against your neck as his lips hovered over your pulse point, wracking your body with anticipatory shivers.
As he pushed in cautiously, your hands shot back to his shoulders, nails clutching the skin as the familiar burn of the stretch brought both delicious pain and troubled pleasure.
"—ohmygosh, ngh!"
"Shit, you're so tight. Don't fight it," The man winced, hands stroking the underside of your thighs as he squeezed further in, your walls contracting to snuggly accommodate his thick cock. Once balls-deep, only then did he pause momentarily, allowing you time to get used to the feeling. “You’re so good for me, y’know that? So damn good.”
Breathless, you smiled tightly in return, watching him pick his head up to capture your lips in an adoring kiss. "Please move," You breathed against his lips desperately.
"No need to tell me twice." Grunting, he started a steady pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin resounding off the walls as his heavy balls bounced off your ass. Even though Katsuki had fingered you prior, no preparation would ever be enough to fully stretch you to fit his bulky girth, ornamented by angry meandering veins.
"Hah, your pussy is so fucking good. I'd do anything to stay in you like this all the time."
"Ah! You're so big Kats!"
He smirked, "Damn right I am. And you're gonna take everything I give you, right?"
"Mhm, yes!" you cried.
"Atta' girl." The ash-blonde grinned, pecking yet another kiss to your lips before sucking on the velvety skin of your neck as he quickened his thrusts—heavy length carving through your warm insides as he forced in deeper.
At the change of intensity, your nails dropped to his back, clawing at the toughened skin.
"Yes pretty, scratch me up just like that," Katsuki loudly groaned, eyes falling shut as he savoured the stinging sensation, "mark me."
Relentlessly driving into you, he pushed your knees up to your chest, letting your ankles dangle at the sides, bending your pliable body into a mating press which had you seeing stars in record time.
"W-wait! Shit—too deep!" Unfiltered moans were forced out your throat, your nails now engraving red lines into his back, "ngh!"
"Fucking hell, make me bleed for all I care."
It must've been this new angle. Your frame began to shiver as the coil that had been gradually tightening in your stomach began to constrict all-too-quickly, pulling your muscles taut. He had to have noticed how your body suddenly grew frantic, a tell-tale sign of an approaching orgasm, as he snaked a sweaty palm between your sheened bodies to massage tight circles into your sensitive clit.
"Katsuki! 'm gonna come!" Whining, you curled a shaking hand into his short locks, whilst the other dug into the dip of his spine like an anchor.
"...don't worry pretty, I'm close too," Out of breath, both of your lungs heaved, breathing in the little oxygen left in between you. He moans, "Shit, you're squeezing me so hard."
The tight circles over your tiny bundle of nerves sped up in time with Bakugou's pounding, edging you insanely closer and closer to a delicious climax.
It only took a couple more brutal thrusts until you completely crumbled apart. The coil snapped—your jaw grew slack as your back arched of the sofa into his hot chest, muscles tensed and legs quaking as you clenched down on the blonde's throbbing cock. The passionate moans pushing past your lips were borderline pornographic, all of which Katsuki trapped in a sloppy kiss. Your arousal seamlessly coated his cock, a translucent liquid of high viscosity oozing from your pussy creating a pale ring around its girth as he fucked you through your high. The sudden, vigorous contractions of your smooth walls was enough to send Katsuki reeling over the edge too. With a gravelly moan, incredibly close to a whine, his balls tightened, pumping thick ropes of fertile seed deep within your womb, painting its confines a creamy white.
Collapsing onto your shivering form as his length remained pulsing inside of you, he buried his face into your neck—a mixture of purple and reds bruising your skin. "You good?" He breathed, fingers tracing idle patterns on your side.
You replied with a blissful hum, doubting that you'd be coherent if you were to talk.
Bringing your fingers to his scalp, you gently smoothed through the roots of his hair, a small smile curving your lip as the blonde relaxed into you, his breathing evening out.
"Oh shit." You managed to mumble, eyes widening as you watched multiple reds beading from the scratches carved into his back.
Simultaneously, he perked up with wide eyes.
"What? Please don't tell me I hurt you."
"No no, you would never hurt me." You scratched your head sheepishly, unknowing of his potential reaction, "Iscratchedyoutoohardandnowyou'rebleeding! I'm sorry, I didn't mean too. You should've told me to stop!"
His brows furrowed, eyes narrowing, "Why are you apologising? If you were lucid enough, you'd remember that I said I wouldn't care."
this is REAL . like touch their skin and feel the warmth kind of real . like have their arm hanging round your shoulder casually kind of real . like laughing so hard your stomach hurts only to catch their eye and laughing even harder kind of real . like scrolling through your chats and seeing a notif from them kind of real . like sending them a tiktok or the equivalent and seeing the text bubbles surface as they respond kind of real . it is all real . do not treat your dr as other . it's your life . it's real . you will live it . you are not removed from it . yearn as much as you want , but you are not stuck at the window gazing at the moon , you can be there the moment you want to be . have your cake and eat it too . thank you .
