you were way too drunk, you realized it too late as you stumbled into somebody at some random house party. they caught you by the waist before you could fall. your vision was hazy, your eyes were glassy, but even through your bottle-induced haze, you saw those piercing red eyes staring back at you.
“...you’re pretty.” you muttered stupidly, allowing this familiar stranger to help you slump onto the couch. you couldn’t tell if they were drunk too, or if your compliment had gotten to them, but his face had an undeniable blush spread across it.. “..thanks. you’re drunk.” his voice was gruff, yet soothing. you would hear it all day. you wanted to.
“oh really? i couldn’t tell.”
he let out a scoff at that, seemingly annoyed with you. but he didn't move from his position next to you.
“.. he does this a lot too.” there was a pause after you said that, as if the stranger was contemplating on whether or not to ask further. he brushed a hand through his unruly blonde hair, “who’s he?”
“my ex. he acted juuust like you.” you booped his nose as if for emphasis. “he’d act all tough, but he didn’t leave me. well, i guess he did leave, but that's besides the point.”
you didn’t see anyone next to you for a brief moment, making you think you hallucinated the whole thing, before a bottle of water was abruptly shoved in your face. “drink.”
he slid next to you again like it was natural, his hand moved to go around you by instinct, before he retracted it, you grabbed onto his arm. “..please.”
as if on cue he cradled you to his chest, taking the opportunity to press his head against the top of yours. “you feel like him too.” you mumbled, “sweaty hands and everything.”
he didn’t laugh, but you felt his smile against your head.
it was comforting, the best you’d felt in the months following your break up. you felt the drowsiness overcoming you, prompting you to move your head closer to his chest and lay against his heart. it felt like the same heart that served as your lullaby for years.
“..i hope he misses me.” your eyes were closed, that familiar feeling of comfort and space welcoming you, though the last words that echo through your mind and fuel your dreams sound just like katsuki’s.
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you told katsuki you were a virgin much before your relationship started, and thankfully katsuki was actually pretty nervous about that shit anyways, mostly cause he was a little bitch deep down but also because he was terrified of hurting or scaring you off. sooo, you had time to get comfortable around him before you had to start worrying about sex. it didn’t worry katsuki either, not at the start of your relationship atleast. but when the time started to get around three months of dating, he was losing control. the more inlove and consumed he became .. the more harder trying to control the urges he promised he buried down became.
it became so bad nearly everything you did made him hard. you had this natural purity about you, the idea of corrupting and taking your virginity .. being the first to bury himself inside of you. it fucking ruined him.
the kitchen glowed with a soft warmth, sunlight spilling through the windows while the stove filled the room with gentle heat. beside you, katsuki moved around the counter with rolled sleeves and flour-dusted hands, making the whole space feel warmer than it had any right to.
you wanted to help him make dinner, obviously your help consisted of you standing there watching him stir the sauce. “yknow your a great help.” he muttered dryly, sarcasm coating his words as his eyes flicked to you. “you literally won’t even let me help.” his response was an eye roll but the corner of his lips quirked into a smile. mindlessly, he dipped two of his thick fingers into the sauce the consistency thick against his digits. “oo— i wanna try!” you stated, he stood back expecting you to do anything other then grab his hand and wrap your mouth around his fingers, your tongue flattened beneath his fingers gently sucking on the seasoning.
you’d think for katsuki he’d have some cocky reaction, but he just froze. unable to process the blooming feeling in his stomach. he didn’t feel like he was in control of the situation, blush coated his cheeks much more obvious then he’d like to admit, internally he swore he could feel all the blood rush to his cock as the hardening length strained against the fabric of his boxers.
his eyebrows were slightly pulled inwards as a little sound left his throat but the second your eyes met the weakened red ones looking at you, his composure pulled back. you had to manually pull his fingers from your mouth with your hand
watching in real time as his head almost dropped. “i-i uh gotta go to the bathroom. jus- stay here.” he muttered all the usual dry strain in his voice had melted down into a clearer sorta more aware vocality.
you hummed as he walked off, slowly smiling to yourself because it was just so easy to get to katsuki and you knew the second you let him on you he’d be fucking you senseless, you’ve always wondered how long can katsuki bakugo really hold out for?
don’t kill me cause it isn’t jaw droppingly freaky
katsuki wasn’t a perv. appreciating something he likes ≠ being a pervert…at least in his eyes. the pretty lace panties you wore deserved more love, he decided one night. when he found you laying in bed in nothing but your underwear and a thin tank top, he practically jumped at the chance.
he trailed kisses up your thigh, taking his sweet time to appreciate every inch of you. he hummed against your skin, getting lost in pampering you. your breath stopped each time he got closer to where you needed him most. he had you flustered, and he knew it. he chuckled, his bright red eyes boring into yours.
“everything okay?”
you nodded and reached forward to cup his face. he smiled at you and turned his head to kiss your palm. you grinned and he went back to littering you with kisses. when he finally reached your panties, he nudged them with his nose and inhaled.
“katsuki!” you swatted him playfully, but he kept his head nested in between your thighs. he seemed unaffected by your reaction. he kissed your clothed cunt and groaned softly.
“so pretty, fuck,” he murmured, the vibration caused heat to pool into your stomach. you whined softly and spread your legs wider for him. he smirked, pleased with himself, before hooking his finger under the fabric. he yanked them to the side and dove in. katsuki ate pussy like a man starved. he lapped at your cunt with hunger, slurping your wetness like a madman. his tongue glided across your folds with haste, making a mess of you and himself. the taste of you alone made him hard … though, he ignored the tent in his pants. right now, he was focused on you.
you squirmed underneath him, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of it all, but katsuki didn’t stop. he forced your thighs apart and inches closer.
“don’t run from me pretty, you just taste so good.” he practically whined into your pussy. you gummy walls fluttered at his words and you moaned his name softly. he was enjoying himself—flattened his tongue, working a finger inside of your weeping cunt—all with his face covered in your slick. to put it mildly, this was katsuki’s heaven. he could simply die here with his head buried in between your thighs, and he was prepared to. he kept at it, your broken cries only egging him on further. your fingers flew to his blonde hair and tugged lightly. he had on hand resting on your thigh and the other pulling aside your soaked panties.
“suki, feels s’good,” you whined. your back arched as he reached your sweet spot. trembling under his touch, the pleasure practically blinded you. you were so close you could almost taste it…and katsuki wanted to too.
he briefly came up for air. “cum for me, wanna taste you, baby, please.” you nodded frantically, eyes locking with his as you came. his name escaped your lips as your orgasm washed over you. he rode out your high, forcing your thighs apart so he could get every last drop.
𑣲 katsuki sends you a video of himself finishing for you. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
he normally never does shit like this—he's always way too damn busy, and besides, he has you.
but four weeks into a grueling hero trip, the distance was wearing both of you down. your constant messages about missing him—needing him—finally broke his last shred of restraint.
the video opens with his phone held in one hand, pointed straight down at his lap. the flash illuminates every hard detail; his abdomen, his broad thighs, and his hand wrapped around his hard cock.
his tip is wet and shiny—already leaking pre-cum and gleaming under the soft flashlight beam, stroking himself with a steady pace.
the quiet hum of the air conditioner is instantly drowned out by his heavy breathing, his slick strokes and low groans coming through crystal clear.
"couldn't wait one day.." he mutters breathlessly, strokes himself hard from the base. "got me workin' myself off in some damn hotel room."
"you're not gettin' out of bed for a week when i get back." he groans out raggedly as his stroke speeds up, the bed springs squeaking beneath him.
the wet sounds of his strokes fill your ears along with the raspy, uncontrolled groans he can't keep inside. veins stand out along his forearm, every muscle in his arm flexing tight as he strokes himself, completely unhinged by how good it feels to imagine it's your hands on him instead.
"fuck, i miss you so much." he whispered, his voice practically shaking with how close he is.
the pace turns hurried and rough, his palm gliding fast and tight up and down his length. his hips start tilting up into his hand, desperately. his thighs tense up hard and his abs clench once he hits his limit.
"shit.. m'gonna.." he moaned out, his voice cracking tight in his chest.
his hand speeds up into a few final, frantic strokes before he snaps—he orgasms hard, spilling white ropes all over his abdomen and fingers right under the camera's flash.
his stomach muscles contract harshly, every breath coming out as a harsh, shuddering heave.
"f-fuck, y/n.." he breathes out, the words completely wrecked and breathless as his strokes slowed down.
his flushed tip and mess-covered abs looked stunning, you can only imagine the look on his flushed face in this moment.
the video abruptly cuts off, leaving you in complete silence as heat spreads through your whole body. a second later, the screen lights up with a fresh text right beneath the clip;
There is a faint mark on your back, fading traces that resemble tight grip of fingers.
It isn't rare for you to be littered in bites and bruises, Bakugou took pride in marking you up any way possible, but this wasn't his mark.
"So, you let your side piece mark you up too?" He huffed, arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame, grey sweats loose on his waist, cum-gutters peeking through the elastic, whore.
"Which one are you talking about?" You move around sluggishly, trying to find whatever mark he was taking about, twisting your torso in an awkward angle before giving up and going back to getting ready.
"So, multiple side pieces, un-fucking-believable!" He groaned, arm raising up to run a hand through his hairs, "at least tell me, I am your favourite." He pleaded, tilting his head, sighing dramatically.
You scowled, "You are like 4th on the list." The pair of pants you had chosen today, refused to co-operate, stuck at your thighs despite your constant struggles to pull them up.
"Huh?! 4th?!!" He exclaimed, in utter disbelief, watching you hop around, "You better tell what he is doing so I can up my rank." He walked over, yanking you close by your arm, before reaching for your waistband gently pulling your pants up, hands circling your waist to make sure it didn't get stuck at the back of your thighs.
You let him manhandle your body, hands coming to rest on his shoulders as you lightly kiss his cheek, "He helps me dress up." Another kiss on his forehead. "Pulls my pants up for me." Another one on the tip of his nose. "Stares lovingly as I talk about my side pieces."
He grunted, zipping up your pants and pulling you closer, "Yeah." He mumbled against your lips, "Something tells me I might know this guy." Не pressed his lips against your jaw, hands tracing your body as he grabbed your shirt.
"Maybe." You slide your hands into the sleeves, letting him button up your shirt, "He is tall, blonde, and so utterly handsome." You moaned obnoxiously. "And he has a huge coc—"
"We can't have a cute moment, can we?" He sighed, letting go of your shirt buttons as he leaned his forehead against yours, "Your pant aren't too tight, are they?" He asked, eyes meeting your dumbfounded ones, "Ma can design you a perfect pai—"
You cut his words off, pressing your lips against his, swarm of butterflies erupting in your belly as you take in his words, "You considerate, caring asshole," You huffed pulling away from his lips, "you'll kill me someday."
He let out a breathy chuckle, cradling your jaw, pressing a kiss against your forehead, "Just trying to improve my rank, you know." He hummed, swaying slightly despite no music playing in the background, "Can't let your side pieces steal you away from me."
"It's a bruise by the way."
Bakugou hummed in question pulling away from you slightly.
"The mark you were looking at, bruise from sparring with Mina."
"Racoon eyes is your side pieces no.1?!!"
"Katsuki NO."
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a/n: reposting an older fic (that I deleted along with few other fics, last year when I was tweaking)
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hii do you write smut? 🫣 because if so then I am very interested in breeding kink bakugo who finally gives into his urges..
couldn't stop thinking about this ask so UGHH of course my horny ass had to write it. also was supposed to be a drabble but uhh i went overboard and wrote 1.5k words..
++ i wanted to preface i am not encouraging unsafe sex!! this is just fiction and a fantasy!! please practice safe sex IRL and wear a condom always!
content warning (please read!!): smut so MDNI!! 18+ only, unprotected sex, pregnancy risk, it's a breeding kink smut so idk everything you think would go with that lol
For the longest time, Katsuki had wanted to fuck you raw.
Usually you were responsible together, always pausing right before he could sink in so he could waddle over half-naked to the nightstand and rip open a shiny condom wrapper. He’d roll it down slowly, eyes locked on yours the entire time, jaw tight. Sex with a condom was good, safe. The right thing to do.
But if he was being honest, nothing turned him on more than the thought of feeling you completely. Your hot, silky walls squeezing him bare, skin on skin, no barrier between him and that perfect pussy. He knew you’d feel fucking insane.
So when you finally whispered that you wanted it too, your boyfriend was over the moon. The first time he slid into you unprotected, it felt like a door to heaven had been opened for him. As long as he pulled out, as long as he stayed careful… everything would be fine, right?
Tonight, after a long, brutal day of patrols, Katsuki came home to you already sprawled lazily on the bed in that tiny two-piece pajama set he loved, the one that barely covered your ass. He was freshly showered, still damp, muscles aching, and all he wanted was to bury himself in you. He scoffed at the way you’d made him shower first, but the second he climbed onto the bed, you swung a leg over and straddled his lap. His hands turned greedy instantly, grabbing your waist, squeezing your ass, kneading and claiming every inch of you like he’d been starving for it.
“Fuck, you’re already wet,” he growled, voice low and rough. His fingers rubbed over the damp spot on your panties, pressing the fabric against your slit. Impatient as always, he shoved the fabric aside and dragged two thick digits along your slick folds before pushing the tips inside.
A low groan rumbled in his chest at how soaked you were. Just from kissing and a little groping, your pussy was dripping for him. His dick throbbed hard against the waistband of his boxers, leaking and aching to be freed. He deepened the kiss, tongue sliding against yours as he sank both fingers into your tight heat. You moaned into his mouth, the wet, filthy sound of his fingers pumping in and out mixing with your heavy breathing. He curled them just right, stroking that spongy spot inside you that made your back arch.
“Y’so fucking wet for me, baby,” he muttered against your lips, voice gravelly. “This pussy’s been begging for me, hasn’t it?”
You nodded, dazed, fingers tangled in his hair. Your hips rolled against his hand, chasing the pleasure. He pumped faster, scissoring his fingers, stretching you open while his thumb found your swollen clit.
You were already trembling when he finally slid them out. With a low grunt, Katsuki gripped your hips and flipped you onto your back in one smooth motion. He settled between your spread thighs, keeping your panties pushed tightly to the side, the thin fabric still framing your dripping pussy.
He pulled at his waistband and his thick, heavy length sprang free. His tip was flushed dark pink and dripping pre-cum. He stroked himself once, twice, staring down at your glistening pussy like a man starved.
“Been thinking about this all damn day,” he rasped, lining himself up. His fat head nudged your entrance, teasing your folds. He pushed in slowly, savoring every inch as your walls fluttered and clenched around him. The raw heat of you made his eyes roll back.
“Fuck…” he hissed through gritted teeth. He set a hard rhythm right away, hips snapping forward, driving deep. Your back arched off the bed with every thrust, moans spilling from your lips as he fucked you into the mattress. One hand pinned your thigh wide while the other braced beside your head. Every powerful thrust made your tits bounce under your little pajama top, something that sent Bakugou even further over the edge.
“Been cravin’ you like a fuckin’ animal,” he groaned, leaning down into your neck.
You moaned, the sound shameless and needy as he filled you so perfectly. The stretch was overwhelming in the best way, pleasure bordering on too much. You stayed like that for a few more moments, rocking back against him, before he pulled out with a low curse.
In one swift motion he flipped you onto your stomach, your ass slightly raised just enough for him to bully his hips into you. Your white cotton panties were still on, the soaked fabric bunched and shoved roughly to the side, the edge digging into your skin as he stretched you open again. He knelt between your spread thighs, one strong hand gripped your hip, the other palmed the curve of your ass, holding you exactly where he wanted you.
“Fuck.” He groaned, voice low and rough. His eyes were locked on where your slick pussy swallowed him, the lacy trim of your ruined panties rubbing against his shaft with every thrust. “Look at you… taking me like this with your panties still on.”
You loved the feeling of Katsuki inside you, even more when he got hot and heavy, muttering dirty things in your ear, it only made you want to do it back. You turned your head to the side so that you could peer at him, the sight of him making you wetter. “You want to come inside so bad, right Katsuki?” You panted, gazing back at him with a needy expression that drove him wild. Another wet thrust made you whimper.
His rhythm faltered for a second before he rocked back harder, a low rumble escaping his chest. Ever since he’d confessed his breeding kink, you’d turned into a fucking menace. You’d made it your personal goal to break him every single time he fucked you raw, whispering filthy little encouragements, clenching around him on purpose, begging him to fill you up, to knock you up, to give you exactly what he was dying to give. He both hated and loved it.
He glanced down between your bodies, watching the obscene way your soaked pussy stretched around him. Thick strings of your slick stretched and snapped every time he pulled back, coating his shaft and dripping down to soak the sheets. You were so wet it was embarrassing. So tight he was losing his mind.
You pushed back against him, clenching deliberately around his length. “You want to pump me full” you continued, breathy moans breaking up the words of your pleads, “Make a mess of my pussy.” Your body clenched greedily around him, lost in a haze of pleasure, completely drunk on the fullness of him inside you.
“Shut the fuck up.” He muttered through gritted teeth. The words came out harsh and guttural, the same tone he used when he was seconds away from exploding. He knew if you said another word while he was still inside you he was finished. His hand slapped down on your ass, gripping hard as he sat taller, hips snapping forward with new aggression. The wet, filthy sound of your soaked cunt echoed louder.
You clenched tighter around him, a fresh gush of slick coating his dick and dripping down onto your bunched panties. “But Katsuki..” you whined, voice muffled and needy, deliberately pushing him. “I just need it all in my stomach..I want all of it..please.”
Katsuki didn’t know how he was still breathing, the animalistic side of him had completely taken over. He was always so responsible with you. He was always pulling out, always careful, never letting his fantasies actually risk reality. But tonight you’d pushed every single button, and the sight of you like this, face down, panties shoved to the side, juices spilling from your tight pussy with every thrust, had finally broken him.
He could barely keep it together when he heard your next words. “I’m gonna c-c-c—!” Your sentence shattered into desperate, dry moans as your orgasm hit hard. Your walls spasmed violently around his dick, gushing arousal all over him while your eyes rolled back.
A deep, feral growl ripped out of Katsuki’s chest. He slammed in deep and held himself there as thick and heavy ropes of cum exploded inside you. Pulse after pulse flooded your pussy, filling you with his warm release. Your eyes widened as you looked back at him, half-lidded, and a little scared. He never actually came inside.
He caught that look on your face and it only made him thrust harder. He thrust forward a couple more times before pressing deep, spilling every last drop inside you as he held you close.
You both caught your breath in the same quiet moment, chests still rising and falling together, before you finally spoke. “K-Katsuki…” you stuttered, still breathless, “you came inside…”
He let out a deep breath and pressed his forehead against yours for a moment. “Yeah… I know,” he muttered, voice rough. “Couldn’t help it with you lookin’ like that.”
He lingered just a moment longer, thumb brushing over your hip before he finally pulled out and rolled off the bed. You lay there, warm and glowing, listening to him rummage around the room. He came back moments later with a soft warm cloth and gently cleaned you up, his touch careful.
When was done, his arm draped around your body and he pulled you closer as you started to drift off to sleep. The room was quiet for a moment until his phone screen suddenly lit up on the nightstand. He reached for it with his free hand, the blue glow casting harsh shadows across his face while he quietly researched the cost of a pregnancy test.
Imagine stopping Pro-Hero Katsuki on the street to make a video in which you randomly call him your husband, as a way to shoot your shot.
“Hi, mom! This is my husband. He’s the famous and insanely rich Pro Hero Dynamight,” you say, gesturing towards Katsuki who takes off one of his earpods to understand what is going on.
His face shifts from pure confusion to smug pride in a split second when he catches on.
He steps in closer to get into the frame, his spiky blond hair brushing against your cheek as he leans over, the strong smell of his cologne invading your senses.
“Damn right I am,” he grunts, nodding at the camera — completely oblivious to the fact that he just agreed to being your husband on top of being rich and famous.
You lean closer as well, brushing you cheek against his.
“Also, as you can see, he is very handsome and fit,” you continue as you shift the camera towards him. He instantly starts showing off his face and huge arms proudly.
“We’ll be over for dinner tonight so that you can officially meet him. Be sure to make some katsudon for us,” you add, flashing a smile.
“Yeah, we’ll— wait, the hell?” He turns to you, his brows furrowing in utter confusion as he squints down at you.
“What? Don’t you like katsudon? Want something else?”
“Love it, actually, but why the hell would I go to dinner with you?!”
“You’re my husband. That’s why,” you explain, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He just stares at you, completely silent, his brain visibly short-circuiting trying to process what’s happening.
“Lady, I don’t even know you,” he says, shaking his head and taking a small step back.
There is a moment of silence in which the two of you just stare at each other with your video still rolling.
Then—
“Do you want to know me?” You playfully wink at him, giving him one of your flirty smiles.
He blinks, caught off guard by your sudden boldness. A second passes as he studies your face once again, the gears turning in his head before finally making a decision.
“…I kinda do now, yeah,” he admits, half confused, half intrigued, because who the hell approaches someone else like this anyway?
“Perfect!” You turn back to the camera. “See you tonight, Mom!”
a/n: inspired by leila layzell’s tiktoks. hope you like it!!
