My Sovereignty

No letter is pronunced the way it should.

all of his friends would gush about how much they looked forward to the cards from their significant other, the flowers, and the shower of compliments, but he didn’t seem to affect by it that much.

and, sure, maybe sometimes he wanted to spend it with somebody. sometimes he longed to hold somebody’s hand when he was working late into the early hours of the morning, a comfort he had longed for ever since he outgrew the childish need for touch. but, he was a busy man. he couldn’t outwardly look for something like that until it fell right into his lap.

yeah, well, that was until you.

and when you literally bumped into him on an early morning jog, looking off somewhere else to notice the 6’5 foot brute coming your way. he wasn’t sure how he managed to work his way through the awkward small talk, especially when you were such a cheerful person (at five in the morning, no less), and he had a date with you the following night. it turned into frequent meetings at each other's apartments, you spending some nights at his office, sprawled over the couch in the corner as you ranted about the annoying women at your work who kept piling shifts on you. and, much to katsuki's chagrin, he fell for you. in the way he promised himself he’d never fall for anybody. but it's fine, he'll be there to catch himself until it gets too much.

Kinktober Door #1: Body Worship

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral (f!receiving), soft/intimate sex, this got sappier than I intended

Notes: I just miss Bakugou I think lmao not a very kinky start to my kinktober, but oh well. Enjoy <3

Katsuki is sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone with the evening news droning on in the background when you plop yourself right into his lap.

You gently guide his phone away from his face and straddle him, winding your arms around his neck like you have so many times before.

“Can I help you?” He asks as his hands gravitate to your hips, his eyes drawn to the pensive expression painted on your face.

“Do you love me?”

“What?”

He’s practically insulted by the idea that you would even ask.

“The fuck d’ya mean do I love you? Course I fuckin’ do. What kinda question even is that?”

There’s a pout on his lip when he asks and you kiss it away.

“Why aren’t you payin’ attention to me then?” You muse as your hands card through his blonde locks. “I miss you.”

“I’m sittin’ right here and you’re on my lap. What makes you think I don’t love you?” His brow cocks as his large hands slide over your hips to grip your ass and his hips shift up into yours. “You want attention, huh? Baby, all you had to do was ask.”

And with that, he stands, effortlessly lifting you up onto his waist as he carries you off towards the bedroom, a smirk dancing on his lips.

“M’askin’ now.” You grin, tightening your arms around his neck while your legs lock around his waist. “I miss you, Kats.”

“I know, princess,” he says softly, stealing a chaste kiss when he stills through the door. “But we’re gonna fix that, ‘kay?”

and not the sort of in love that comes with dates and movie nights or even workplace dinners that he now has a girlfriend to bring to.

but by the sort of love that comes with an awkward first meeting, fleeting touches and shared, knowing smiles.

“oh, didn’t see you there!” is the first words you ever said to him, your face downturned into an apologetic grin as you shuffle away from the protein powders, watching as his gruff appearance slackened for a second when he took you in. you’d been contemplating on what to buy for your friend, and she wasn’t really specific in the flavor she wanted so you were huffing and puffing as you tried to imagine what she’d like. unfortunate it meant a certain somebody was standing behind you for the past minute without you realizing until he loudly cleared his throat.

“it’s-it’s alright.” he’d grunt, giving you a small, thankful nod as he grabs what he was looking for (vanilla flavored, yeah really bland, he’s aware of it), and spared another glance towards you.

you were pretty, really pretty as he didn’t know what to do. you had a scarf wrapped tightly around your neck that he couldn’t help but smile at seeing that it had little ducks on it as he pointed at it.

“nice scarf.”

you looked down, almost as if you had forgotten what you were wearing and then you gave him an even bigger grin that just made him flush a deeper pink.

“thanks!” but your smile grew into a grimace as you picked at its loose ends, “gotta sew it up a bit though, it’s nearly falling apart…” and although you two started off unbalanced with the way he barely knew what to say and you who always found topics to talk about, he walked around the aisles of the little store multiple times just to talk with you even though he already got what he came here for.

As his co-worker, you guessed imagining what he was like in bed was wrong, but you just couldn't help yourself when it came to Bakugou. However, a one night stand with Bakugou was much more than you ever could've expected or imagined.

His perfect muscles flexing as he laid under you, whispering praises into your ear through groans and curses. Perfect thrusts hitting that one tiny spot that shot an electric feeling through your entire body. Correcting you with his given name with a growl when you called out his hero name.

Sweaty palms gripping your hips tightly while you laid on his chest, too pleasured to even sit up. Pulling his hair as he gave you orgasm after orgasm, not even faltering when you wined that it was too much.

Pushing towards a round two once the memory of you clutching around his cock popped into his mind half an hour later.

The only problem was, you only remembered splotches of that night, while he remembered all of it. He remembered every moan that came from your mouth, all the scratch marks along his back, every bruise on your body caused by his mouth.

And he would remember it at the worst of times. Getting a hard on while at a meeting with his co-workers, you included in that meeting. When he was focused on tracking, tailing, or doing a stake out on a villain, causing him to panic when he lost track of them. And his mind couldn't help but wonder while he was in the shower, having all the time in the world to think about things, and sooner or later, his hand wondered just as much.

That took a turn a month later when he found you willingly stayed after everyone else left. Through flirting you both hid in the conversation, he booked a hotel room to have a repeat of the night that changed his complete life.

And soon after having the door closed, the night was filled with lustful make out sessions and passionate, breathless moans.

Bakugou has never looked at you the same after that, and neither have you looked at him the same. Changing your meetings and two-people getups into steamy sessions, he secretly started to doubt himself on whether he should continue treating you like you were some slut.

He found himself wanting to make it more than just 'fuck buddies'. He wanted to melt in your embrace. He wanted his cheeks to flush when you lovingly touched him. He wanted to comfort you when salty liquid coming from your eyes stained your features.

Is this what it was like to love someone? Is this what it was like for couples that he scoffed at when he passed them in the street? How can it possibly turn from mindless fucking to wanting to whisper sweet nothings into your skin?

"I love you"

You were hesitant at first. The words he spoke while his orgasm shook through the walls described exactly what you both felt. Just three words, and it made you pause. Did he really mean that? He only thinks of you as a fuck buddy, right? He doesn't love you, you were sure of that.

"I fucking love you"

The second sent a ring through your ears. Surely he ment it that time. He wasn't just playing with your feelings, was he? "You mean that?"

There was a deathly silence at your question the only sound being the wet squelches from cum seeping out and slow, heavy breathing.

Summary:

You woke up from a wet dream horny. The problem was, Katsuki was impossible to wake up. So you helped yourself to him.

Tw: non con, Somnophilia (m recieving), oral (m recieving), creampies, riding, overstimulation

Still working on some of yall horny bastards requests. Turns out a lot of yall want Part 2 to Bakugou’s Game and another breeding kink drabble. Yall should be friends.

You were drenched.

A wet dream is what made you wake up at 3 am, panting and sweating under the shared blanket. The only thing keeping you from freaking out as the dream was abruptly taken from you, making you feel hot and bothered, was the sound of slow breathing in your ear from your boyfriend.

The breathing on your ear not only grounded you, but also made you even wetter. “Fuck.” You whispered into your arm with a strangled sigh. Knowing you couldn’t go back to sleep in this state, you debated about waking but Bakugou to help you out. You both had only recently started fucking, and even more recently sleeping in the same bed.

Through pants, you turned over and started to shake the blonde. “Katsuki, Katsuki.” The attempt to wake him up was futile. He had always been a heavy sleeper, waking him up was near impossible. The only response you received was a twitch of the brows. You weren’t even close.

You groaned at the thought of what you could do instead. You could masturbate but you never fully felt satisfied without him so you doubt that it would be enough. You could just try to forget the feeling - no that wouldnt work. You’d be up all night before the heat would stop pooling in your lower body. Only to pool again when he woke up.

Your head started to get cloudy, he wouldnt mind if you just helped yourself, right? Before the thought could be reasoned with you were on top of bakugou, panting.

You carefully removed his lightweight pajama pants, practically drooling at the sight of his cock. It was soft, not having been touched, so you did the honors of giving it a pump.

You squeezed your hands around the middle of his length and pumped up slowly. Your clouded, lazy eyes looked up at his reaction. His lips had slightly turned upwards but he was still dead asleep.

You took the hardening cock into your mouth eagerly. Licking up and down, side to side, etc. You slid a hand between your thighs and played with yourself.

He was rock hard by the time you finished lavishing his cock. He breathed heavily and his eyebrows were knitted together. You could tell the dream he was having transformed into something more spicy. His hips started to naturally buck into your mouth, mimicking whatever the scene was in his dream.

The bottom clothes were the only ones that needed to come off for you. The tank top you wore didn’t do anything to stop you for using his cock.

You climbed on top of him, wiping the liquid off of your mouth from the quick head. You lined yourself up with him and took a deep breath.

You slowly sinked yourself down on his throbbing cock. His mouth dropped open slightly from the sensation and his eyebrows furrowed even more. Yet he was still asleep.

You had sighed at the feeling of him unintentionally thrusting up into you. As you reached the bottom of his cock you moaned as quiety as you could before setting a slow place of up and down.

Your eyes watered when he cock began to twitch inside of you. Every thought went away, the only thing you could think about was riding him until you didn’t feel such an aching pain of arousal.

When yall fucked, Bakugou would usually tend to hold in his moans out of embarrassment. But now since he was asleep, he couldn’t. Whimpers and moans fell through his lips like his first language. “Mmhm” “hngg” “uhnn” is all you heard from his mouth. It steered you on. You unintentionally started to thrust yourself harder onto him.

You were suprised that he was still asleep from the combo of you riding him, the bed squeaking, the pleasure, your moans and his, and the slowly fastening pace you set. He had worked himself to the bone today, getting up early to work out all day only to pass out as soon as his body hit the bed. That, and a combo of his usual abnormally heavy sleep habits, was a force to be reckoned with.

The coil in your tummy started to tighten. You couldnt hold yourself back anymore. You started to fuck yourself even sillier on his cock. You could no longer find it in yourself to worry about perserving his sleep from the belly ache you had.

You could tell he was close too. His head was turning slowly, his mouth was open even wider than before, his entire face was a deep shade of red down to his colarbones, his body began to sweat, his moans became more frequent, he started to fuck himself up into you more, his hands began to flex through his sleep, his cock twitched inside you the way it does when hes close and overstimulated, and his body started to tense.

Fluids dripped down his pelvis onto the bed rapidly. The sound of wet squelching and fucking was like a drug to you. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned loudly. You were beginning to loose yourself. You didn’t even notice when Bakugou’s was beginning to gain consousness.

He woke up just before your orgasm hit. His heart was racing and he was confused and panicked. The drool down his chin lost its stream when his bit his lip. He raised his head, only to moan loudly at the sight and feeling of you

You were fisting the bed sheets, coming down fast and even quicker up. You squeezed onto him when your orgasm hit. He whimpered, grasping the sheets and accidentally letting out a couple of mini explosions. “Fuck nmmfgh” he moaned.

He didnt realize it until it happened but the orgasm torn from his own body hit him like a truck. He whole body tensed so painfully that he was gonna have to stretch later. A long, loud, whiny moan/cry tore from himself before he could stop it. At first he couldnt believe the sound was from him. But when more came out he stopped thinking about it.

Your pussy clenched on him so hard that he could barely thrust. Not that he was intending to, his body was spasming so bad he couldn’t help it.

He muttered one last curse word before squirting out a heavy load into your pussy. Tears began to stream down your cheeks at the overstimulation. Another 2 ropes were unleashed inside you, and some mini squirts, before he stopped.

You dropped next to him, breathing heavily and sweating. He jerked himself up to look at you. “What the fuck y/n?” But when he turned you over to look at him you were asleep.