#katsuki fluff

“no more.” he mumbles against your lips.

“one more kats please?” you chase after his lips as he pulls back.

“you’re fallin asleep, princess.” he kisses you again and you whine.

“kats one more.” you blink your heavy lids up at him “kiss me til i fall asleep.” you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to the bed with you.

“suppose.” he sighs and presses his lips softly to yours.

he peppers kisses across your lips, smiling with each soft sound that comes from you. he slides his tongue along the seam of your lips, slowly pushing in as he cradles your face. he deepens the kiss, thumbs stroking across your cheeks trying to lull you to bed.

your arms unravel from his neck and he pulls back to pepper the softest kisses across your face. he pulls the covers up and places a kiss on each of your eyelids before leaning back and admiring you.

“love you.” one last kiss to your lips before he curls around you.

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𖦹 content. k.bakugou x fem!reader. fluff

“What do you mean you’re together?”

Silence hit the common room like a slap.

Bakugou stood with his arms crossed, scowling. “Are you deaf? We’re dating. Me and her.”

All eyes turned to you. You gave a small shrug. “Surprise?”

“Since when?!” Mina shrieked.

“School festival,” Bakugou muttered.

“That was six months ago!!” Kaminari practically screamed.

“You’ve been hiding it this whole time?” Kirishima asked, betrayed.

Bakugou scoffed. “You extras would’ve made it a circus.”

“But you yelled at her over a croissant yesterday,” Jirou pointed out.

“She got mine after.”

The room paused.

Then—

The room exploded.

“You guys are unbelievable!”

“Who else is secretly dating?! Todoroki? Are you hiding someone too?!”

“I KNEW SOMETHING WAS OFF WHEN HE SAID ‘PLEASE’ LAST WEEK!!”

Bakugou clicked his tongue and looked away, ears just barely pink.

“Tch. This is exactly why we didn’t say anything.”

You tried not to smile too much.

He didn’t look at you—but he didn’t move away either.

Typical Bakugou.

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

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

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

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

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

“papa, mama says you have a bedtime too, is that true?,” asks your daughter, cute little cherub, genuinely confused. 

katsuki bakugo groans, body weak from all the hero work. 

“yeah, an hour after yours,” replies katsuki. 

just then, your princesses eyes go big and mouth drops, truly amused at the realisation her high and mighty dad goes to bed so early. 

she puts her fingers on his cheeks, tilting her head. katsuki returns the favour, holding her a little closer to him, her head laying on his chest.

“should we brush our teeth together then? it’s almost my bed time,” asks your daughter. 

“whatever you want princess” 

they both go to the bathroom, but just then your daughter motions you over to come brush your teeth with them too. 

“mama, you too!,” 

you walk up to the two of them, your daughter a total carbon copy of katsuki. did your genes even try? they both go to put the toothpaste on their brushes - katsuki’s electric one, and your daughter with her hello kitty one. 

your daughter grabs out your toothbrush too, putting a bit too much on the brush, and hands it to you with the most endearing smile ever. 

“oh thank you, sweetheart” 

katsuki smiles in between the motion of brushing his teeth, usual tough boulder all gone to dust. his hands grab onto your waist, and he pulls you closer to him. even while brushing your teeth he’s clingy. 

your daughter is sitting on the sink, exceptionally precise whilst brushing her teeth. as she goes to spit out the excess, her big curious eyes land on the sight that is you and katsuki blushing at each other. 

“mama and papa are flirting!” yells your daughter. 

“no we are not!”

He doesn’t even know what to do, he’s so caught off guard.

One second he was being his usual self, short tempered, too blunt, a little brash.

The next, you’re in front of him absolutely laying into him.

And not in that nervous, stumbly way people usually do around him either.

No.

You’re pissed.

“Get it together or get lost Katsuki. You’re a grown ass man, figure it out.” you snap, voice sharp.

And all he can do is stare at you.

It’s the first time he’s ever seen you angry.

He’d honestly started to think you didn’t have it in you, always so damn patient and sweet.

He’s standing there, mouth slightly agape.

A whole pro hero.

One of the strongest people around.

Getting chewed out by someone half his size and somehow losing.

He knows he looks dumb right now, he’s vaguely aware of it at least.

But the way you defend yourself, the fierce look in your eye that’s unwilling to back down.

It stirs something in him, something… hot and almost primal.

When you finally finish your rant, chest heaving and anger slowly simmering, he’s practically staring at you with stars in his eyes.

Your angry little frown deepens, “Anything to say?”

“No ma’am”, is all that comes out, cool and calm.

You huff, turning around and grumbling under your breath.

And he just watches you leave, heart beating hard under his ribs.

He thinks about it for the rest of the week.

..Then the week after that.

Then one day, retelling the story to Kirishima who’s got that dumb smug grin on his face, he realizes he hasn’t stopped thinking about the look in your eyes since.

And that’s when he knows.

He’s completely screwed.

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“tch’ cant believe your making me hold y’bag.” bakugo grumbled, tightening his grip on your charm filled school bag.

you giggled, taking another bite of the delicious treat. “you offered, remember ‘tsuki?”

bakugo flushed a light pink, “SAME THING!” he jabbed, leaning down to take a sip of your drink.

it was quiet before you spoke up again, “when should I pay you back kats—”

bakugos face flushed angrily, “I TOLD YOU DAMMIT’ DON’T TALK ABOUT PAYING ME BACK!”

“ah, sorry! I forgot..”

he rolled his eyes— though a soft smirk made it’s way upon his lips as he flicked your forehead. “stop forgetting things.”

“also! I was wondering ‘tsuki…do you wanna’ go to—” your voice trailed off as you gasped, stumbling backwards slightly.

“watch it.” the man spat, staring down at you. hands deep in his pockets as his friends laughed behind him.

before you could say anything bakugos voice sounded quietly from behind you. “what the hell..”

“kat’ wait—”

“—DID YOU JUST SAY TO HER?!”

in one swift motion your bag was dropped softly in your hands and bakugo grabbed the unknown mans collar, face inches from one another.

“YOU WANNA DIE?! YOU BUMPED INTO HER JACKASS?” his eyes were ablaze and brows furrowed.

“wait!— chill man, I was just—”

“DON’T TELL ME TO CHILL I AM CHILL YOU DAMNED EXTRA!”

you gulped nervously, watching as a handful of people slowly pulled out their phones.

“katsuki.. stop.” bakugos grip lessened on the now shaking man, his yelling quietened down almost instantly. the blonde looked down at your hand lightly gripping his blazer with a worried expression glazing over your features.

“c’mon.. there’s no use— lets go, okay?” you mumbled, pulling him ever so slightly.

bakugo grunted, dropping the man in one quick motion.

his eyes darkened as he stared daggers into the man, hair shadowing his features. “apologise.”

“s- sorry ma’am— wont h- happen again! so, so sorry!” he whimpered, hurrying off with his friends.

“thank you katsuki.. you always defend me.” you whispered, softly linking your pinky with his.

his ears peeking from his spiky hair were now tinted pink from the softness of your voice, “YEAH, YEAH.. dont gotta worry about that when m’around.” he grunted, his pinky securely holding yours.

“he reminds me of you, honey..” an old lady whispered, rubbing her husbands arm— watching as you both strolled past.

the old man rolled his eyes, “tch’ as if..” he grumbled, forehead creasing. “the brats got no damn manners..”though, the slight upturn of his lips said otherwise.