Lalalalalaaa

he slaps a hand over his eyes, leans back in his work chair, and groans at the memory of you falling into his lap like a fruit from a tree. stumbled and landed your plump ass right into bakugou’s hands. you’d been so terrified he was gonna report you for workplace misconduct, you begged him for forgiveness the entire day afterwards. he had waved you off, of course, but when you’d gone and returned to your work, all katsuki could do was sit at his desk, eyebrow twitching, and wonder if you mess with his head like this on purpose.

he’s had you pressed to his chest tight in a packed elevator on the way to a business meeting with another hero agency. had to turn his head to keep from leering at how your tits were spilling all over his chest. you’ve even accidentally flashed him—when katsuki said those fuckin’ skirts are too small for you, he meant it—the way your face twisted when you realized you’d fallen out of your chair so hard, your cute dynamight panties were poking out to say hello to dynamight himself?

“you didn’t see, did you?” you had practically begged, terrified and eyes filling with tears.

after clearing his throat, bakugou lied to your face, “see what, dumbass? get off the floor.”

(and then katsuki went home and fisted his cock so hard at the picture of his face all dewy and soaked against your clit, it was sore the next day.)

anyways, back to the present—you’re ruining his life. any chance he has at free time, his brain falls back to you. you, and your round cheeks, and the way you look like a chipmunk when trying to scold him when he messes up, and the way it feels like you’re so close, but just always slipping through his fingers right when he thinks he has you.

you’re just so skittish with him, like you’re always walking on egg shells. always calling him sir and boss—say his name, wouldja? maybe he would be more incentivized to work if you’d call him by those stupid fucking nicknames you call deku. that’s what pisses him off the most. you can be all buddy-buddy with that jack off—deku isn’t funny enough to make you giggle the way you do, and katsuki knows that—but you can’t look bakugou in the eyes when he’s talking to you?

fucking ridiculous.

he’s not… dangerous. not to you, at least. he doesn’t talk to his employees like their dogs. he’s a little rough sometimes, sure—but he’s not the absolute worst boss on the planet, right?

bakugou grits his teeth. he’ll just show you, he decides. he’ll break you out of that habit. no problem. you can’t be shy when your legs are folded to your ears and your cunt’s dripping down his cock. can’t cry for izuku when it’s katsuki’s cock making you feel good. it’ll be a good staff relations building exercise. he’ll grab those round cheeks of yours and make you look him in the eye. how about that?

you knew it was greedy. acting as if you were unable to wait just another hour for him to be home, but desperation decided to take over your rationale, slippery fingertips fumbling with the indented button on the side to toy with the fancy settings.

pressing it once caused it to lightly buzz, assuming it was the perfect speed to tease your clit with, pushing it two more times, the buzzing continued, only leveling up the intensity of said movements, the third setting surely too much to handle tonight.

clicking to the forth, fifth, and sixth setting, the bullet completely changed up its previous vibrations, different courses of uneven patterns stuttering and pulsating so intensely it shook your wrist. widening your gaze, you felt unsure of where to even begin with the toy.

you settled on the second setting, not too soft yet strong enough to make you squirm, it was just what you needed to relieve the ache katsuki couldn’t help with. tearing your panties down your legs, you swiftly got to work, adjusting yourself wide open for your new found friend of the evening.

a gasp released from your lips once you pressed it up against your cunt, the circular tip smushing perfectly on top of your slippery clit, giving you just enough stimuli to feel complete.

it was heaven sent. finally having something to pass the time alone, the dull ache between your legs starting to subside as it massaged your gushy folds expertly, little jolts of pleasure sending jitters down your thighs. you slammed your eyes shut, shaky gasps unraveling into roaring moans, not care about anything else other than the toy buzzin’ between your thighs.

getting lost in the feeling, you were unaware katsuki came home and was currently staring at you in the doorframe. for once, he was unable to find the right words to say, cluelessly leaning against the etched mahogany with his hands crossed over his waist, mind at a crossroads with exactly what to do with you.

you looked so pretty like this, the small cast of light shining just below your navel, fingertips gripping the vibrator as if you needed it to stay alive, squelching cunt rivaling the dull buzzes the toy sings into the night.

vibrant garnet eyes watch you play with yourself for what feels like hours, only choosing to finally speak up when he notices you getting closer to your climax, his voice cutting through the tangled sounds directly in front of him.

“gettin’ started without me?”

you practically fall off the bed when you hear his gravelly voice, stumbling over words of uncertain apologies, quickly pulling the toy away from your clit. it vibrates in your hand, sounding hallow as it sits in a flat fist pressed into the mattress. leaning up on your elbows to face the man who caught you playing with your pussy, your voice begins to shake, “k-katsuki! i—”

“—i what?” he’s questioning, legs dipping into the edge of the mattress, tongue clicking to the roof of his mouth when you don’t respond, “now that you know i’ve been standin’ here for ten minutes you wanna get fuckin’ shy?”

“it was not ten minutes!” you gasp in horror at the fact was watching you for so long, the weight of him getting closer causing your heart to rapidly pound in uneven repetitions, blood pooling in your eardrums.

“it’s been long enough for me to notice you gettin’ off by yourself, thought you were going to wait up f’me.”

“i was—i am!” you feel bad now, laying in his bed, soaking his expensive sheets, you should’ve just waited. quickly recovering, you clear your throat, laying back down and sighing, “i’m sorry kats, but ‘s not my fault you took so long getting home.”

“got home as fast as i could,” he pushes back, toying with the uncomfortably tight waistband of his pants, voice continuing, “now, are you gonna let me watch you play with your pussy, or do you want me to do it?”

.

when you reluctantly handed over the purple toy, you never expected for katsuki to use it like this.

running the little bullet up and down his thick cock with legs spread wide on his side of the bed to give you the perfect view of the toy caressing his cock. the royal purple’s a stark difference to the milky shade of his veiny shaft, thick fingers tapping away at the ‘on’ button, the fluttering noises rapidly changing.

“shit, didn’t realize how many fuckin’ settings this thing had,” he’s cursing, a pearly bead of pre drippin’ out of his heated slit, the clear mixture drifting to towards the buzzing toy.

your confident boyfriend settles on the third setting, the vibrations just as loud as the growl roaring from his throat once he slides it up to his head, “fuckkkk…” he’s cursing, body tensing at the new found feeling of the vibrator caressing him with strange sensation he’s never felt until now.

you’re glad he turned on the lamp, watching in awe at his face twisting up in pleasure, eyebrows pinched, eyes slammed shut. “how’s it feel katsuki?” you’re questioning, tastebuds slick with jealousy at how sexy he looks like this, the toy looking so minuscule against his girthy cock.

“feels pretty fuckin’ weird, he grits through his teeth, starting to get used to the sensitivity, swirling the bullet around his tip, hips bucking off the bed at the harsh setting, “s-shittt! i can get why you were usin’ it without me baby.”

“jus’ missed you tsuki, you know i’m sorry, don’t you?” purring, you claw at his bare chest, nails raking down the plush flesh of his pecs, translucent chest hairs tickling your fingertips.

he opens his eyes to look at you, pupils blown wide with lust, “you know i woulda fucked you all night if you just waited on me.”

“you still can katsuki!” you whine, cunt clenching around nothing when he’s gripping the bottom of his base, knuckles blanching as he squeezes it tightly.

“fuck—lay back ‘n spread yourself f’me baby, wanna see all of you.” blond hair nods in the direction of the sheets you messed up, eager to watch your slick cunt again; this time with a light on.

nervousness creeps up the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine, “it’s still d-dark in here ‘tsuki—”

“—don’t care how dark-shittt!” he interrupts, fist beginning to pump at his cock. he lets the toy do the rest of the work vibrating down the head, pretty rose hued tip beginning to bloom a painful shade of maroon, “little fuckin’ piece of plastic feels so damn good baby.”

you watch with an opened mouth, shoulders dipping backwards to the sheets. you spread your legs eagerly for katsuki to gawk at your slit, your pussy lips squelching at the new position, sticky sap practically doubling in size since you started watching katsuki play with himself in front of you.

you swipe your fingers through it, spreading them wide enough to open your glistening insides, biting your lip when katsuki moans, his cock uncontrollably jerking upwards in excitement, “hmmmm? but i feel better, don’t i?”

“fuck yeah you do,” katsuki shakes his head, unable to focus on anything but the mess growing in front of him. suddenly he’s ripping his fist off his cock and grabbing your slick covered hand, pulling you in his direction the best he can, “c’mere ’n give me a kiss.”

stumbling forward, you grab his hand for balance, shakily crawling towards him. he leads you to sit on his bare thigh, cunt dripping on the tensed muscle beneath it, your body so close your knee knocks into his hard vibrating cock.

“s-shit! get closer baby,” he’s groaning, abs tensing at the pleasure overcoming him. the toy feels good, too good. way better than any time he’s ever fisted his cock alone and almost as perfect as your tight lil’ pussy.

almost.

you lean into his pursed lips, pressing a messy kiss into them. instantly katsuki sticks his tongue out, swiping it over your bottom lip to coat you in his spit, and when you gasp in pleasure, he’s biting it between his teeth with just enough pressure to make you melt.

you’re fully humping him now, squelches and vibrations soaring through the bleak bedroom, both of you fully focused on making yourselves feel good, fucking yourselves silly with hopes to fall apart together like you always do.

you’ve been attempting to cum for far too long, the teasing of your achy clit allowing the bundle of nerves to fester into intense sensitivity, each roll of your hips heating up deep inside your core.

he brings the vibrator down his shaft again, this time swapping the hand on his base to squeeze at his tip. the vibrator drifts towards his balls, tracing the thick vein that travels at the very bottom of his shaft.

katsuki wants to grab at you so damn bad it’s killing him. face flushing maroon, he listens to the little exasperated breaths you’re pressin’ past his lips. “love you baby,” katsuki mumbles into your mouth, sucking on your tongue. he can taste the leftover toothpaste from your night routine, smiling when you moan around his mouth. “you close? can fuckin’ f-feel it. you’re soakin’ me like crazy.”

“mhm—please kats!” you whine, gripping the prickly locs of hair at the nape of his neck, the vibrations of the toy rubbing your leg each time you feverishly rock against him.

he desperately wants to see you cum first. the sinful look on your face as you fall apart always sending him right over the edge, he knows you’re getting closer by the way your words quiet down and your breathing gets heavier.

“come on, you got it,” he’s grunting, clicking the button for the next option of vibrations, settling on the one where it stutters on and off, hips jerking at the uneven feeling, “shit! cum with me baby—fuck, fuck, fuckkk.”suddenly, katsuki can’t hold back anymore, the change in pace instantly forcing his cock to erupt all over the two of you.

it coats you in waves, the warm creamy liquid making a mess on his washboard abs, the droplets cascading the side of your body. you can feel it spilling all over you, leaking from your waist down to your thigh, syrupy liquid wrecking the sheets.

“katsuki! oh my god!” you’re mewling, clammy hands gripping him into place to rub your clit just right. his words are like your very own magic button themselves, body trembling as your high tears through your body, hips halting to allow your release to roll through you, core tingling, eyes prickling with stars.

not bothering to turn the toy off, katsuki lazily throws it to the side, two hands pulling you completely on top of him in a straddle, sticky palms running up the expanse of your back. “got ya real fuckin’ messy, didn’t i?”

“mhm,” breathing out, you lazily fall into his neck, placing a kiss to the soft skin between his shoulder, “that’s okay though, i love seeing you all needy like that.”

“huh? y’call that needy?” tossing you on your back, he hovers over your body, lips curling into a smirk, “the only one needy was you fuckin’ that toy instead of waiting on me to do it myself.”

your jaw drops. then closes. then opens again.

“c’mon, y’know im jus’ teasing you,” katsuki shakes his head, placing a kiss to the middle of your breasts, blond hair lowering between your thighs, “lemme clean ya up.”

“keep goin’ just like that babydoll—fuck!” he curses, voice gravely with an intensity that makes you clench, his cock stirring deep in your squishy walls.

his hand falls down to the fat of your hip, gripping and prodding the flesh like his own custom stress ball, an occasional soft slap landing on your ass cheek just so he can watch you gasp, kissing the sounds clean of your mouth.

unfortunately for you, it’s so damn laborious to keep up with the pace you unintentionally set, the pro hero’s stamina easily allowing him to go all night deep inside of you. a refractory period practically non-existent with a refusal to give up anytime soon, the strong man barely breaks a sweat as he enjoys the ride, his hand effortlesssly guiding you to rock back and forth.

your exhausted, inner thighs burning, back aching. kirishima can tell, your feverish movements halting for a gentle roll of your hips, sticky cunt gliding against the dark patch of hair against his pelvis, body lacking stimulation.

“eiji! i can’t! need your help,” you beg, cute fucked-out face warbling down at him in a pitiful plea, hips fully coming to a halt.

“ahh of course you do,” clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth, he grunts low, testing the waters with a big fat ‘slaaap’ of his hips, your body almost bouncing off his muscular thighs.

“eiji—oh fuck!” squeaking at the feeling of his candy-red cockhead swabbing past your g-spot and ‘round your tough cervix, you grow breathless—unable to do anything besides sit there and take it.

you gasp at the feeling each time he plops you down, his strong body easily holding you up as if you're a featherweight, throbbing inches smooching your gummy spot so perfectly you’re beginning to see a multi-colored array of pinpoint stars and patterns.

“you like that? like makin’ me do all the work?” he laughs at your cockdrunken state, blown out vermillion eyes raking up and down your soft frame, watching your tits bounce with every snap of his thighs.

“f-feels so much b-better when you do it,” your toes are beginning to curl, the metaphorical rubber band ready to snap in your core, a white-hot heat flashing through your veins.

“love it when i use you, is that it?” he’s teasing you now, a calloused thumb fumbling with the soft velvet between your sensitive folds, rubbing small circles to your sensitive clit, the motions making you hiccup. “should’a just asked me—fuckkk! could have gave ya what you wanted wayyy earlier babydoll.”

“mpfph! yes— b-but—”

“—but what baby? cock got ya dumb?”

it’s pitiful, the way he’s so easily able to turn you into a puddle of lust in his hands, your body at his disposal to fuck into, knowing each time he will give you what you want as long as you tell him exactly what it is.

“use your words ‘n tell me how you’re feelin’.”

nodding, you answer him, lips quivering as you try your best to form a coherent sentence, the words sounding almost silent from the sounds of soaked flesh smacking. “‘s too much!”

he places a sloppy kiss to your open mouth, tongue trailing down to bite the bare flesh of your neck, his ivory shark teeth piercing the skin. “said you needed my help didn’t ya? now you’re stuck takin’ whatever i’m givin’ you sweetpea.”

His gaze barely wavers from one spot on the dance floor, scowl permanently etched on his face as the sight forces him to sip his drink. Your eyes follow his, every inch of you praying he wasn't on guard for some woman tucked between the writhing bodies.

Instead, you catch a glimpse of three men as dangerously out of place as he is — you can only imagine that they're his friends.

They look too grown to be here. broad shoulders shoved in dark button-ups, watches glinting beneath the flashing lights while they stumble over their own feet — flirting with women who cling to them like accessories.

The redhead of the group looks towards the blonde in his drunken stupor, yelling that "he's got another one coming" — yeah, they're his friends alright.

And he does — two at that. 

Two women in short dresses brushing their fingers over his inked arm. he's respectful, but certainly not fazed — barely sparing them a glance as he nods along. 

The conversation doesn't last a minute longer; the two of them sent off with a scoff and flat expressions, already scanning for their next target.

Mina's eyes are already on yours when you turn toward her, reaching for your drink as she smiles in his direction. 

"Looks like it's now or never," she says.

Your breath catches when you're met with crimson eyes staring back, taunting and expectant — like he's been watching you longer than you realized.

He's waiting.

The glass in his hand does nothing to hide the smile on his face, light catching on the crystalline rim as he watches you expectantly. Every step feels like a beckon, willing you with the glow of his irises and the slight spread of his legs to come just a little closer.

Like you're the one being tested.

The booth feels like the only quiet spot in the club. Music and drunken chatter dulling out from your senses — until suddenly all that's left is him.

He's bigger up close. Veins trace his forearm under the low light as he swirls his drink. your eyes catch on the brazen ink — thick, intricate lines curling over every muscle.

"I like your tattoos" you say, elbows resting on the table as you try to ignore how suddenly out of place you feel.

His mouth twitches into a toothy grin, scowl once dominating his face all but gone as it's replaced by a sharper look — he's intrigued.

"Yeah? you like them?" he leans back, eyes dragging over you before it flicks back up to your face, "Means a lot coming from a pretty girl like you."

"Hm" you hum, smile matching his even as you falter under the weight of the new pet name, "They're… hot" 

He lets out a quiet exhale, almost a laugh. 

"The tattoos?" he tilts his head "… Or me?" 

He doesn't wait for your answer. Instead, he trails a thick finger over the skin, pushing his sleeves high enough to expose the ink disappearing beneath his shirt.

Your hand reaches out before you can think, barely grazing his arm before—

"Careful," he warns, voice husky beneath the music, a roughness that hits your ears at just the right tone to make your thighs squeeze, "Some of these are older than you, pretty"

That does it.

"Really?" you tease, fingers now fully tracing the outline of his tattoo, "Is that supposed to scare me?"

You don't miss the way his eyes widen just slightly — gaze flicking to his friends who've seemingly been paying no mind to him all night — before they land on your lips.

"You tell me."

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and he hates it. you can feel the way he freezes for a moment, horrified by his own lack of control. “don’t—”

“don’t what ? don’t stop ?” you tease, rolling your hips again.

“stop fuckin’ lookin’ at me like that,” he’ll grumble, turning his face away even as his hands white-knuckle your hips, pulling you closer.

but you’re not having it. you reach back, tangling your fingers in his sweat-damp blond hair, and pull his gaze towards yours. “let me hear you,” you murmur “wanna hear how good i make you feel.”

“no,” he shakes his head, stubbornly, eyes squeezed shut. “can’t. it’s too damn embarrassing.”

“it’s hot” you counter, “you’re hot katsuki. now let me hear you.”

“don’t — hah — say shit like that” he groans. his hips, now freed from their self-imposed prison, thrust up to meet yours. his moans become more frequent, little whimpers and moans he can’t swallow, each one is followed by a tightening of his jaw, a rosy flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck.

“that’s it kats,” you encourage, “just like that.”

when you lean back, changing the angle just so, he finally, truly surrenders. his eyes fly open, wide and glazed with pleasure, and his mouth falls slack. a string of curses,spills from his lips. “fuuuck . . . you’re so—hck— damn you”

his face is completely red, and he’s so, so loud but he’s past the point of caring. his hips slam into yours, his movements losing all finesse, driven purely by need

“gonna. . fuck, baby. . i’m gonna—” he chokes out, and it’s the most warning you’ve ever gotten from him.

he cums with a strangled cry, your name a wanton mess on his lips. his whole body all but arches off the bed. the sounds he makes are muffled by your skin, but you feel them all the same—the whimpers, the groans, the exhausted panting. for a long moment, the only sound in the room is his ragged breathing and the pounding of your own heart.

then, slowly, he relaxes, his body going limp against yours. you know he’s replaying every sound, every whimper, and cringing. you card your fingers through his hair, holding him close, and wait. eventually, he shifts, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your sternum before muttering against your skin, “that’s never gonna happen again”

you don’t have to say anything. you just smile, because you know that next time, when you’re skin against skin and joined together as one, you’ll break his silence all over again.

he’s got this deadpan look on his face. like he’s got botox inserted everywhere and can barely move besides the crinkle between his eyebrows every fifteen minutes. he’s all pent up and he knows this isn’t the place to share how he feels. instead, he can live in this in-between state with you.

“‘m alright,” is all he manages before he slams his face into yours for a kiss.

you know your bodies so well, that it’s pretty easy to get riled up. he just has to sneak under your snoodie to pinch your waist, you just have to tug a tuft of his hair by the crown of his head.

it’s all enough for moans to tumble out and the air to thicken.

“your roommate home?” he mumbles in your ear, sucking your earlobe as he’s about to tug off your clothes. way too many layers for whatever he’s about to do to you.

“n-no. she’s on a date.”

“hm. good for her.”

instead of dragging you to your room, the room that only makes bakugou yearn for more, he settles for less. lifting you to plop you on your living room sofa.

you’ve got a small flatscreen tv that you have to connect to a dongle at the back to make it smart with all those apps. there’s board games and card games under the wooden coffee table and piles of blankets of different themes slung over the sofa. a halloween one, a christmas one, a fluffy beach one. who needs a fluffy blanket during the summer? beach balls and sun loungers pictured all over it. it just pisses bakugou off more.

he’s got his teeth nibbling your neck, before he yanks off your snoodie to leave you in a white vest. you’re laying across the sofa, legs wide enough for him to slot himself between.

you can tell something’s up. if not his few words, it’s how impatient every action he makes is. it’s a harsh movement to separate your thighs. he’s leaning more of his body over you than usual and it’s suffocating. the bites on your neck, they feel like they might draw blood.

“wait, wait,” you say, grabbing his face between both hands to hold him above you. 

you’re surprised to find him panting, scarlet pupils shades dimmer than usual.

“what?” he presses his crotch over yours, the thin layer of your shorts doing nothing to protect you. it almost makes you want to ignore the clear problem in the room because you know how good he can make you feel. though it doesn’t feel right.

“are you sure you’re alright? you’re not acting your usual self.”

bakugou doesn’t have enough fingers to list everything that’s bothering him recently and you cover at least three fingers. he just wants a release of it all, in any way he can.

he sighs, grinds against you again. “i always come over with my dick hard. what’s the issue now?”

that makes you blink, push him off you and there’s a space between you both on your three seater sofa. you’ve never dealt with bakugou katsuki anything but his usual grumpy self who loves to be here and wait on you. he’d follow you around your little apartment listening to what you say, buy ingredients to just cook in your kitchen while you watch. you’ve snuggled in your bed to watch a movie on your laptop more times than you remember. although, all those times ended in sex, it just sounds awful putting it like that.

bakugou understands your reaction immediately. you’re cringing away from him, tilting your head confused like he’s an essay question you don’t want to start.

“sorry, i just…”

you both have never climbed this fence. this isn’t who you are for him, as much as he wants it to be. if he opens this door to his life, who says you’d even walk through?

but you’re pawing at his chest as he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face.

“just tell me what’s up. then we can go back to normal.”

bakugou wants to. he wants to confide in you, hear your resolutions on his week, he wants you to wrap him up in a cuddle even though he knows once he feels it from you, he’ll crave it every time.

“work’s been shit.” he grunts, staring straight forward at your old fireplace that’s surrounded by candles you and your friends have collected. there’s also a pile of books beside it that he’s going to move later. fire hazard.

you respond in all the way he wants. a small purr in sympathy, rubbing his chest like he’s a baby that needs to be burped. you even rest a leg over his lap to be as close to him as possible.

“wanna talk about it?”

he flings his arm around your shoulder, looking down at you to find you looking up at him. he rubs his eyes so hard he sees stars after.

“katsuki… or i can put something on for us?”

it’s not in your job description to be caring for him like this. he’s not sure if you’re pretending to care so you can continue having sex without him acting like a rabid animal in heat.

“no, just the commission is on my ass for a bunch of shit. i’ve got a goddamn mission coming up next week, a new publicist and we haven’t got any new info on the target since last month. on top of that, i’m just exhausted. don’t have it in me to give a fuck about anythin’.”

you nod through it all, your arm draped over his chest in half a hug. you surprise him when you peck his cheek softly.

“sounds like you need a day off. it’s like you’re in writer's block at the moment.”

bakugou half laughs, “heroes don’t really get days off, baby. constantly on call.”

you sigh petulantly, “then you need to find a way to let this all drain out of you day to day so you can come back to it with a fresh head. when i have writers block i just consume whatever i need to write in another way and then go back to it.”

for him that’s practicing his special attacks, doing research before giving it to his team. it’s called talking to someone about it so it can leave his system.

“is that what they’re teaching you in university?” he’s trying to mock but it just comes out a tired breath.

you kiss his neck, “yes they are. who else has pissed you off, dynamight? i know there’s a few people on that list.”

your eyes are expectant, your thumb massaging his bicep. he wants to list you first. that he wants you to be his girlfriend, for you to trust him but you’re still not up for it. another roundabout reason for him to wait while you get your cards in order. whatever that means.

so bakugou sinks further in your sofa that’s way too soft from wear and hugs you into his chest.

“if you let me start, i’m not gonna stop until you kick me.”

“let me hear it.”

the blonde goes on a rant that would probably scare any normal person off. how he damaged a building beyond repair and commission is angry at him. how there’s an issue that they want to drop him on hero ranks but the public still keep voting him high. how his publicist he recently hired pisses him off and wants him to be kinder? what part of his job role requires him to be kind?

that makes you laugh, “you’re kind to me.”

“well yeah, that’s because you’re my…”

the air gets colder in the room and bakugou cannot find a word for it. you refuse to have a label.

“what’s he like?” you fill the silence.

“she. she follows me around in events. wants me to wear my hero colours more. i’m not wearing an orange shirt to a fuckin’ charity event. sayin’ i need to stop swearin’ in press interviews but if you’re talkin’ to me, you know what you’re gonna get.”

you shrivel up, biting your tongue for whatever stupidness that’s about to leave your mouth. the sound of another woman around your katsuki. it sounds like one of those forced proximity, enemies to lovers, romance books you love to read. you want to push her into moving traffic. he’s not even your boyfriend.

“just fire her. you’re literally four on the charts through public opinion. why do you need a publicist?”

he takes what you say, completely missing the jealousy that seethes through you. “kaminari’s got one. said she helped him.”

“yeah because he needed it,” your hand is on his cheek, “you don’t. the people like you how you are. can’t change on them now.”

“yeah. you’re probably right.”

it’s a few seconds of silence but it’s not awkward. it’s a comfortable cuddle on the sofa. bakugou feels lighter, closer to you too.

“have you eaten? i can whip somethin’ up for us.”

you shrug, “i’m not hungry yet. do you feel better now? you’re not gonna claw my clothes off and bite my ear?”

bakugou flushes, a deep red diluting his cheeks to match his eyes. “i was just pent up. i shoulda went gym and punched shit before i came here.”

you adjust to straddle his lap, “it’s okay, just tell me next time so i can prepare for the pain.”

his hands sit on your thighs and slide under your shorts to your ass. “you liked it?”

“under the confusion, somewhat.”

bakugou grins, his first one for tonight as you begin kissing down his neck, your hands tugging the hem of his jumper.

“off.”

he listens, because the only thing he’s sure about is that doing what you tell him keeps you happy and around. keeps him happy too once he shoves away his wants, that will only rise to the surface soon.

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This morning, unlike the many startled awakenings you were used to, you're not dragged from sleep by the blaring sounds of your alarm. This time, you're met with something different. Something much quieter. 

Crimson eyes watch you from his spot on the bed, the blonde propped on one arm, gaze fixed as he studies your tired form.

The sound of Katsuki's tail thumping on the mattress may as well be your alarm clock —its pace quickening as he watches you shuffle beneath the sheets.

"…Katsuki, why're you staring at me?" you blink, throwing the blanket back over your head as the weight of sleep pulls you back in. The sheets leave you just as quick as they'd covered you, yanked off your body and thrown aside before it's replaced with his, much heavier frame.

"Don't go to work," he mumbles, so quietly you almost miss it. He doesn't let you question it, too embarrassed to admit why, his lips pressing into the nape of your neck as a distraction. Firm hands trail the sides of your body as he plants lingering kisses between your shoulder blades.

And for a moment, you let yourself slip. Leaning into his touches and gracing him with some of your own, lips turning from passion to fervour in a matter of seconds. You can feel where this is heading before it even begins. 

The small shift of his hips against your thigh is enough to snap you out of it, your body pulling back from where it pressed against him as you glance down at your phone.

Your heart drops at the sight — the time on the screen showing a good thirty minutes past your scheduled alarm. 

You shoot up from the bed, Katsuki's weight still draped over your back before you escape his hold. Your legs moving too fast for your brain as you rush toward the bathroom, the blonde grunting and following your every step.

"Why didn't the stupid thing go off?" you huff, stripping yourself from the confines of your pyjamas as you move around the bathroom.

Katsuki's practically frozen where he leans against the door, arms crossed, eyes dark and sharp as he watches you under the ambient lighting. 

He doesn’t answer right away, because he's honestly not sure why either. He'd really meant for it to go off an hour later, not turn it off completely. Whoops.

Though it was difficult to feel guilty when he's in so much pain.

His tail slows its twitching only to start again, a constant battle between urge and restraint. All he can do is watch the way your body responds to the coldness of the air — nipples perked, skin prickling, goosebumps overtaking you like wildfire. The aching heat pressing at his bottoms serves as a reminder of why he wants you here. 

Why he needs you here. 

And why you're sure as hell not going to work today.

"Katsuki, are you listening?" you huff, though it all comes out muffled around the bristles of the toothbrush. Movements frantic as you rush around in only a thin pair of panties, work clothes suddenly nowhere to be found. 

"… I called them. Told them you were sick," he grunts, tensing as you brush past him. The brief contact is enough to make his head spin, his eyes pinned on your every move as you search for the outfit. The one he had hidden under a blanket in the closet ... he gets a little lonely when you're gone. "So don't leave."

You blink at him from over your shoulder. He called them? Katsuki could barely tolerate people as is — and he'd willingly called your boss? And on top of that, there was the mysterious illness that you didn't even remember having.

Your mouth opens to argue, but a hand closes around your wrist before the words come out.

You have no time to question him as you're pulled to the bed, the familiar feeling of the mattress under your back, and Katsuki's body hovering over yours. He pauses for half a second, breath hot and unsteady against your skin before dipping his head down, tongue flicking at your swollen buds. His body stuck to yours as he sucks on the mound before switching to the other.

"K-kats, what do you - fuck - mean you called them?" Though you know he won't answer. Mouth preoccupied with planting kisses down to the waistband of your underwear. He only grunts in response thumbing at the elastic hugging your waist. He guides the fabric down your legs, watching as your clit twitches from the breeze of the cool air. Tail wagging behind him as if it had a mind of its own. 

"Don't worry about it" he grins, giving a teasing kiss to your clit. Your legs are hooked over his shoulders as he pulls your body towards his mouth, testing blows pressed against your heat as he watches you squirm.

Katsuki looks hungry, starved. Eyes bloodshot as he stares up at you from between your legs. He gives a teasing flick to your clit, pressing a sharp pinch to it when you move too much. He mutters a quiet, 'stay still' before pressing his face into you, pink muscle wriggling its way inside you with skilled movements. His head bobs as he buries himself deeper between your thighs, nose nudging your clit every time he presses back in.

Your heels dig into his back, breathy whispers of his name slipping with every thrust of his tongue. The thought of work is long forgotten, replaced only with the man between your legs. Every movement of his is deliberate, calculated — sending a chill down your spine as he watches you with hooded eyes.

Katsuki was insatiable.

"When did you - fuck - even call?" you whine, thoughts trailing as your hips buck against his tongue. Your hole clenches as he moves the muscle inside you, thighs squeezing around his head as if you're trying to suffocate him. But you know he doesn't mind. 

Katsuki only groans, seperating his lips from your cunt with breathess gasps, "Still thinking about that shit when my tongues inside you?"

The vibrations are sent straight to your core. His mouth continuing its relentless assault, against your clit before he trails back down to your hole. Alternating between the two as his hips grind into the mattress. 

Through wet lashes, you catch the subtle rock of his hips as they rock into the mattress. Eyes squeezing shut from the taste of you on his tongue and the friction of his cock against the bed.

"'Suki, fuck. Pleasepleaseplease-" you beg, hips moving along his tongue as you lose your own rhythm.

You can only whine as he laps at your release, tongue continuing its movements until his own hips stutter from where they dig into the sheets. Deep groans only pushing you further over the edge as he slurps your juices. If it wasn't for the way you tugged at his hair, you're not sure he'd ever leave the space between your thighs. 

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his tongue slipping out to lap at the juices on his fingers.

You watch his movements in awe, jaw slack as he smears the blank on his lips before pressing them to yours. You moan at the sensation, the tangy taste of your release seeping into every inch of your mouth.

"Katsuki" you mumble between kisses, breath uneven. "What did you tell my boss?"

And throughout his time in the house, Katsuki's picked up a few things. He may not know how to follow orders or sit still, but he sure as hell knows how to distract. 

Your mind feels cloudy as he pulls your body to his, arms wrapped in a firm grip around your waist, as you slump against his chest.

"Stop worrying about it. Just sleep," he sighs. 

Though you're not really sure who it's addressed to.

Although Katsuki wants to be comfortable, he's not. His boxers soaked from the remnants of his release. 

Obviously, these urges weren't something he could push down — not even after the way he ravaged you. His cock still aching against the thin fabric of his boxers as he watches you sleep through hooded eyes.

He needed you to stay. 

And calling your work? Yeah, that could wait.

The apartment takes on a comfortable silence after. Limbs tangled, silence only broken by your slow breaths against his chest. His tail twitching where it curls around your leg as you stir.

"... Suki, I can't feel my arm," you mumble, voice thick with sleep as you try to sit up from his chest. He grunts in response, loosening his grip around your body as you trail into the kitchen.

"Where're you goin'?"

"Just getting water" you mutter, still half asleep.

But Katsuki's hot on your tail.

Your movements around the kitchen are sluggish. Legs trembling and a little unsteady as you fill a glass with the liquid from the fridge. That comfortable silence returning once again as you lean against the counter, staring at the blonde with each sip.

"Will you tell me what's wrong now?" He blinks. Tail suddenly drooping between his legs, losing its usual confidence.

"Nothings wrong."

"Katsuki"

"I'm fine."

"You're insatiable."

He grimaces at that. Snatching the glass from your hand and downing it in one smooth motion. His throat bobs as he swallows, then he huffs and turns away like he regrets even stopping to answer at all.

"It's stupid. Some weird hybrid instinct thing. I don't know." he mutters, as he makes his way towards the couch. And even though he doesn't put a name to it, you know there's more he's not telling you. Ears drooped and a soft pout present on his face.

A good owner does their research.

"... So, you're in heat?" you ask, walking over to him and pressing your body against his broad frame. Phone in hand as you scroll through hybrid heat articles.

He's embarrassed, you can feel it in the way he tenses behind you, annoyance practically radiating off him as you skim some random website's advice. His tail flicks lazily against the couch as you shift in his lap. So you don't press. Only search for solutions for the hybrid behind you.

"This one says there's pills for it," you mumble, pointing at the words on the screen as he lets out a rough sigh.

"That shit's not gonna work."

That grants him an eyeroll as you stand up from your spot between his legs, slipping out of his hold even as his hands twitch like they want to pull you back.

"I'll just grab them to be safe," you smile, brushing a hand over his cheek and pressing a small kiss to his face. "If they don't work, we'll go to Plan B."

He doesn't answer — only watches you move across the room, eyes narrowing, and tail going still across the couch. The silence says enough. So does the fact that he doesn't follow you. 

"I'll only be 15 minutes, Kats. I promise," you add, glancing over your shoulder at where he pouts against the leather.

Katsuki wasn't going to tell you. Some things were better left unsaid. It was his pride, mostly. The idea of admitting that he couldn't handle this on his own — admitting how even the smallest touch sends heat straight to his groin. 

He'd rather grit his teeth, ignore the way his ears twitched every time you move and clench his fists than give in to the instincts he so desperately fought against. 

He just needed to wait it out. It'd pass, it always did.

Right?

The apartment is noisy when you return.

The sound of Katsuki's tail against the couch is missing — its rhythmic pattern is absent as he'd pretend he wasn't happy to see you.

But tonight, there's nothing familiar about these sounds.

"Katsuki?" you call, though it falls on deaf ears. You follow them without thinking, your steps cautions despite the way your heart picks up. Your eyes peek through the slim crack of the door, muffled noises now recognizable as you watch his movements.

Oh.

Oh.

You blink. Like your brain can't quite process the sight in front of you. The websites didn't cover this. Nothing about what to do when your hybrid is masturbating with your favourite pair of underwear and your pillow between his legs. 

Your heart thumps against your chest as you press an ear to the door, your body reacting to the guttural sounds that slip from his throat.

You know Katsuki partakes in the occasional… stress reliever. You've seen it all before, even when he tries to hide it. Fabric shoved away into desolate corners, doors closing just a little too quickly when he claims he just "needs some space", always denying it when you question him, even when it's obvious. 

The soft creak of the door on its hinges pulls you out of your thoughts, catching Katsuki's attention as if you were his prey. He smiles as he watches your thighs shift through the slit of the door, a finger unconsciously teasing the waistband of your pants before you pull them away.

Fuck.

Mentally, you prepare yourself for the door slam, or the snide comments at the way your legs squeeze together from behind the door.

But it never comes.

"Y-you're late," he huffs, eyes glossed over as he stares at you standing in the doorway of the living room. His hands don't stop. Scarred fingers laced with the thin material of your underwear between them, pumping them along his shaft.

And unlike the other times, he doesn't even try to hide it. Doesn't look away. If anything, you're convinced that your eyes on him only make his hand move faster. And that alone fuels a tightness in your chest in a way you can't quite place.

"... I'm only late by two minutes…" you say, but it comes out as a quiet mumble as you desperately try to keep your gaze on the floor. Katsuki glances at the bottle in your hand, then back at you — eyes sharp and bloodshot, lip caught between his teeth. 

"Mmm, baby fuck - don't be shy," he groans, and from the way his legs squeeze together, and his head lolls back, you know he's close. "Y-You gonna help me? I ain't gonna beg," his words cut off by the moan that breaks through his throat.

And you want to. You do. 

The teasing heir draining from your body as you fully move into the room. But your feet feel like they won't move. Stuck in place from where they're planted on the mahogany floor. Knees weak, and an intense heat simmering through every inch of your body as you watch the mess of red lace now glint from its slick coating under the lamp.

"S-seriously, baby. Got to- t'help me out here." 

So much for not begging. 

You move this time. Closing the distance before you can even process. Warm hands circle yours as he guides your movement along his length, faces pressed together as he pants into your mouth. You lift a finger to his mouth, thumb swiping at the drool that seeps out of the corners.

"Don't stop. Don't fuckin' stop" 

And you don't plan to. Hips grinding against where they straddle his thighs, dazed face matching his as you both stare at his leaking cock. You try not to be selfish, shove down the way you so desperately want to mount him.

But Katsuki can feel your eagerness. He can practically smell it.

His mouth claims yours in a messy kiss — lips clashing and tongues fighting for dominance through your parted mouths. It turns sloppy, fast, uncoordinated movements from both your lips and your hands as he cums under your touch. 

He only pulls away long enough to pant against your lips, abs tensing, hands gripping the globes of your ass to ground him. You thread your hand through his hair as it spills over, messy strands sticking to your fingers.

Hot breath mixes with yours as you pant into each other's mouths. Your body is sticky where it sits on top of him, hands loosening their grip around his cock. Even after his release, it doesn't seem like enough. His red eyes still searching for more, searching for something else to ruin rather than a flimsy piece of fabric.

"Um, I- I have the pills…" you mumble, trying to ignore the way you feel so exposed under his gaze. Like his eyes are stripping bare before his hands get the chance to. You distract yourself by moving off his thigh, pretending to search for the pills lost in the valley of sheets. 

But you don't make it far.

"It's too fuckin' late for that," he laughs, clawed hand dragging you back until you're fully straddling his lap. His fingers dip into the band of your pants as he presses against your soaked underwear. "Gonna have to do this the natural way."

You have no time to question as his fingers ghost over your heat. You cling to him tighter as he thumbs your clit. Circling the swollen nub before trailing his middle finger to your slit. A feeling you knew all too well. His finger slips inside you skilfully, holding your body taught to his as you adjust to the stretch. Before he slips in a second.

"Feel good?"

You can only gasp in response. Two of his thick digits stretch you open as he curls them inside you. Your hips move to match his pace, his hands suddenly not moving fast enough, where they thrust against your g-spot. The hybrid is awestruck, watching your every movement, bringing one of your nipples into his mouth as you move against his fingers.

"'M gonna cum" you mutter, through breathless gasps, voice breaking between every word.

"Yeah? Gonna have to save it f'me." That's all the warning you get before his fingers are gone. A sudden emptiness now in place of where his fingers once were. 

"Katsuki," you whine. A defeated huff escaping your lips.

"Yeah, yeah. Gotta go to Plan B, pretty girl. Or I won't last."

Plan B. The second tip on all the infamous hybrid websites. Mating ties. Of course.

Katsuki's hands slip to cup your ass, moving them along his length before he rubs his tip along your slit. You can sense his urge to push inside you from the way his cock twitches, the way he wants to bottom out in one quick thrust and bounce you on his lap. But the primal urges are no match for his control when it comes to you.

At your own pace, you sink onto him. Thick cock dragging inside you as you squeeze his shoulders. Your lips burn from the bite of your teeth. Small beads of tears clumping on your lashes before trailing their way down your cheeks. 

"Kats-"

"Please. P-please don't speak. I'll…," he grunts, cutting himself off before he says too much. Your breath is caught in your throat, mouth falling into a wide 'O' at the stretch of his cock inside you as he guides your hips up and down. Every ridge of him is palpable against your gummy walls, tail flitting between his legs as he squeezes his eyes shut. "D-don't think you know how - fuck, don't squeeze - how much this hurts."

Katsuki can barely look at you. His eyes either squeezed shut or staring at something in the distance as he tries to control himself. His hands balled into tight fists as he tries not to cum just from the warmth of you wrapped so tightly around him. 

Like he's trying not to lose himself.

Keyword: tries.

Every drop of your body against his cock is electric. Sharp jolts sent straight through his body and yours each time his tip kisses your cervix. Your legs are shaky as you bounce on his cock, your tears dropping down his chest before rippling over his abs. 

"Mmm, so good. Gonna fuck you so full, baby." His eyes are heavy as he watches you move. The sight of slick connecting your hips before you sink back down onto him is enough to make his toes curl. 

And suddenly his urges are no longer so patient.

"Hold on, babe. Promise I'll be gentle, okay?" he huffs, shifting his body underneath you and holding your hips in place. You still for a moment, mind cloudy as you lay against his chest. But the confusion is quickly wiped away by the feeling of him pounding inside you at an unforgivable pace.

"S-Suki - fuck - so good," you whine, nails clawing at his back as his pace quickens, hips snapping against yours repeatedly. Your thoughts scatter, mouth agape as he abuses the sweet spot. Katsuki murmurs small praises, occasionally tripping over his words as he feels his climax approach just as quickly as it left him. 

Every slap of his hips against yours feels like a mantra, a solemn melody that hypnotizes his every move.

Knot. Knot. Knot.

His hips are rabid as he fucks you through your high, his not too far behind. Your hole practically milking him as he fucks you through every moment. The rhythm falters, then stills. Sharp canines digging into the hollow space between your neck.

"Fuck, Katsuki." You stare at him, completely dazed, the feeling of him nuzzled inside you at the forefront of your mind. Your body pushes itself closer to him, as if every inch wasn’t enough.

"You did good, pretty" he nods, hips glued to yours as he feels the sensation of his knot swelling. "Just.. Just don't move." 

But you do. Ever so slightly. If Katsuki wasn't such a good pet, he might've missed it. Your hole fluttering around his cock, as if its milking him for all it has left.

And even though your body is spent, your mind still wants more. The whispers of his name against the shell of his ear are the only tell — what you need from him.

And he didn't hesitate to indulge.

Though he might need to ask your boss to give you more time off.

Maybe nine months?

© — tokkushin ! all writing belongs to me pls do not copy or repost.

“just—relax,” kirishima instructs in his ear, obviously the calmer one between him and his best friend. “denki told her you like her, but she didn’t believe him. actually, she just…laughed.”

bakugou pauses—mid-turn towards his chair. “she laughed?”

“yeah. she went kind of…bug-eyed for a second before bursting into laughter.”

that makes bakugou frown. “yeah? w-well, what kind of laugh was it, huh? was she fucking—i don’t know—disgusted or some shit?”

“no, no. definitely not disgusted. it’s actually kind of the opposite, really. she went all self-deprecating on us.”

wait.

“hah?”

through his phone, he can hear kirishima shuffling, as if taking a seat. “yeah, i know. just said, and i quote, ‘there’s no way’ and snorted, as if she found the entire idea ridiculous.”

“ridiculous,” bakugou parrots lamely, the crack in his voice betraying his hurt.

“like i said,” kirishima quickly continues before the ash-blonde can get ahead of himself, “not in the insulting you kind of way. when sero asked her what she meant, she said something about you being a top pro-hero and her being…well, her.”

“the fuck did she mean by that?”

“i had the same reaction, so i asked her just that. minus the expletives, of course. she just shrugged and gestured to herself with a wince.”

“i still don’t get it.”

“that’s what denki said!” kirishima blurts loudly, and bakugou has to instinctively pull away from his phone with a curse.

“sorry—sorry, i got excited there,” the redhead lets out a stilted laugh at his outburst. “anyway, so he asked her to expound, and she got—get this—flustered. she refused to say anything more, but after denki’s third admittedly grating plea, she finally gave in and said something along the lines of her not being exactly gorgeous.”

“bullshit.”

“right? she’s so wrong for dunking on herself while praising you like that.”

at that, bakugou stills.

“…what did you just say?”

he can practically hear kirishima tense all the way from the red riot agency.

“uh—” kirishima sputters for a beat, suddenly unsure, “i didn’t mean to imply that you’re not gorgeous, but—”

“no, not that,” bakugou is quick to correct him.

he doesn’t give a flying fuck about that somewhat backhanded comment. knowing his best friend, he probably didn’t mean it like that, anyway.

but what you said—

“what do you mean ‘praising me’?” bakugou asks despite himself, his heart thrumming loudly against his ribcage and his will.

“well, what else could it be?” kirishima enjoins confidently, “she was clearly comparing the two of you, and was giving herself the short end of the stick. which leaves you with the long end, a.k.a. she thinks you’re amazing and well—gorgeous—while she’s not.”

and when bakugou doesn’t say anything, kirishima decides to keep going.

“this is the reason why i called you, actually. not because she found out, but because all three of us genuinely think she likes you back.”

then, a good-natured laugh emanates from bakugou’s speakers. “i think it’s time, bakubro. for you to tell her how you feel.”

to that, bakugou doesn’t get to protest, because as if on cue, an array of knocks resounds from his doorway, prompting the ash-blonde to look at the source, still shellshocked from the revelation.

only that shellshock immediately morphs into terror when he finds that the person knocking is no other than you.

a/n. credits to nonie for sending me this idea back in my previous blog! i think this is one of the most hilarious drabbles i've ever written, and i still think of it really fondly up to this day lol (0.8k)

after making out you’d mumble to him that you want to be on top but as soon as he slides inside of you, katsuki will just look at you and your whole body flushes with heat. it has you mumbling under your breath, trying to look away from him but then his hands are on your thighs and he’s softly cooing at you. compliments about how you feel around him and how pretty you look on top. 

which leads to you either leaning forward to cover his eyes with your hand, covering his whole face with your hand so he can’t talk either or just whining that you can’t do it and he needs to take over.

he shuffles around so he’s facing you, your minty breath on his face. he gives you three soft pecks, catching your lips with every brush.

“hm no, don’t give a fuck about me in this. if you feel good, i feel good.” he whispers and it makes you tighten your leg around his waist, your crotch against his lower stomach. 

he’s noticed how shy you get on top. the frustration. if he’s honest he thinks it’s adorable. at the beginning of your relationship it was him stuttering like an idiot, overthinking everything he did and assuming every text from you was going to be ‘it’s not you, it’s me.’ which would mostly mean it was him all along.

bakugou is also an idiot for how you beg for him to take over, crawling into his mouth for a kiss. covering his eyes so he can’t see how your breasts bounce and how insanely sweet you look slotted over him. you, all of you, shaking and trembling as he thrusts up. but although he’s into this rare shy version of you, if you want to work on not being so like that, he’ll be there.

his ruby eyes are so caring, a little frown on his face like he’s urging you to understand. 

“i do want to make you feel good though,” you rub your palm against his bare chest, feeling every breath he takes. “be in control over the pace.”

“y’can look at me and i feel good. tomorrow we’ll try. see what position has you comin’ over my cock.”

you smile, “i’ll put it in my diary.”

he gives you a kiss, rubbing his nose against yours after, “why d’you feel shy for? ‘s just me.”

that has you slamming your own eyes shut in refusal. laying on your back to sigh into the ceiling.

“because of you. you’re all…,” you wave your hands in the darkness for a terrible explanation. “and the pressure. you’re usually in control.”

that’s true, he is unless you’re giving him head. “i’m what?”

you open your eyes and stare at him. “you make me all shy. staring at me like that while you’re literally inside me and you’re all… big and sexy and i’m so exposed and now i need to make you come while you look like that.”

bakugou grins like you just proposed. the sight of him below you, usually with an aroused dopey smirk, always saying what’s on his mind. the sweat across his forehead or the worst, when he lays on his forearm behind his head without a care in the world. like it’s an everyday occurrence that women sit on his dick and you’re next. it turns you on more than you can admit, it makes you feel like a shy virgin being naked in front of a boy for the first time.

along with the thick cock pressing against your warmest points, it’s too overwhelming for you.

“big and sexy?”

you roll your eyes, “that’s all you heard?”

“y’know i love when you’re on top. happy to do whatever you want,” he chuckles boyishly and the big arm that haunts you, wraps around your waist to drag you into his body. “like i wasn’t shittin’ myself when we fucked for the first time. lookin’ up at me like your life depended on a hard fuck.”

you guys dated for two months before you got intimate. to say you were going crazy for a single touch from this man, would be an understatement.

“no i wasn’t! but you look cocky and mean in a sexy way,” you gasp looking at him, “you look like dynamight. tv dynamight.”

tv dynamight is an alternate version of dynamight and your usual boyfriend bakugou katsuki. tv dynamight is the one you see snappily answering after fight interviews or smirking when the crowd cheers for him or rolling his eyes when he’s on a talk show and he gets a stupid question. you never get this version of him, he’s so much softer and love struck with you. doesn’t mean you don’t love watching it.

bakugou frowns, “i just look at you and say you look good. that sounds like a bad thing.”

“did you miss me saying you look sexy? so sexy it gets me feeling like an idiot.” you cross your arms under the covers. “i just want to be good at it. able to make you come like that.”

as much as he loves you still feeling nervous around him, he wants to get to the bottom of this.

“we’re sortin’ this tomorrow.”

having planned sex is a whole different game than simply assuming you’ll have sex tonight or having it spontaneously. it includes you turning up at bakugou’s apartment, more excited than usual, flinging your overnight bag on the ground and your arms around his neck. 

“i watched a few videos and read articles on how to be comfortable and i did a few stretches at home,” you say, kissing him hello and katsuki has to blink into realisation.

your conversation before bed. he’s been thinking about having you tonight all day that part of him believed it was all his imagination. he kisses you back, then your cheek.

“y’look pretty,” you’re in a matching comfy pink gym set. he doesn’t know the last time you went to the gym but you always ask him to buy you these expensive ass sets. “and wait, you stretched to prepare?”

he chuckles bubbly, grabbing your bag off the floor. you pout immediately, “don’t laugh at me. i’m trying here! all you have to do is lay back.”

“i’m not laughin’ at you, baby. i love you,” he grins, “i’d never laugh.”

but you’re clenching your teeth, looking away at the dinner he’s started preparing for you both. ah, this evening he’s got his sensitive girlfriend. perhaps this was a bigger deal than you originally made it out to be. 

“maybe i shouldn’t—,”

“no, we are. it was just fuckin’ adorable, i should have had a wank before you came so i don’t bust as soon as you’re naked.”

he walks into his bedroom to plop your bag on the floor and you follow behind.

“you do that?”

“i used to when we started datin’. meant i’d last longer. the fact we planned this i should have done my prep.”

his last syllable is cut off when you lay your lips over his, tugging the end of his white tee so he pulls it off.

“don’t expect this to be good, i’m just trying and testing tonight, okay?” you mumble and just as quick as usual, katsuki hardens in his basketball shorts.

the idea of being your test dummy, your experiment while you ride him, sounds like a fantasy to him. it’s true that you’d ask to be on top usually and then upon not being able to find your groove, you give up. then katsuki will grab your ass cheeks and slide you up and down like you weigh a feather.

“sounds sexy, baby,” he groans, nibbling down your neck and in turn, being rewarded with sweet gasps from you. “get naked for me.”

bakugou lays back in the centre of his bed butt naked and hard as a rock while you sit on your knees beside him, also butt naked. 

“sit on my face,” he orders.

“no! treat this seriously.”

“i’m so fuckin’ serious, c’mon. you say you need to get comfortable, you’re always comfortable on my face. maybe i needa make you come first.”

he doesn’t know what the hell he’s saying, he just knows you're wet right now and he wants a taste.

it does sway you a little. thinking about the videos you’ve seen and articles you’ve read. educational ones! some being porn also. stretching your hips is necessary and it’s not that you’re uncomfortable around your boyfriend, just being on top, shyness takes over.

his hand drifts up your thighs, then your soft stomach before squeezing your breast. you see katsuki twitch out the corner of your eye. your mouth waters at the sight of him. always so pretty, thick and long, dead weight on his stomach. only from some kissing and being naked together.

“we could sixty nine?”

he grabs your hips, dragging you closer and manoeuvring you so you’re sitting on his upper chest. he can smell you from here, he’s sure pre is leaking from him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“we’re focusin’ on you.”

“says the one begging to eat me out.”

katsuki’s smiles always drive you crazy, mostly because they’re always dedicated to you. the world gets his smirks and as sexy as they are, it’s never a genuinely excited smile. especially over the prospect of having you on his face.

his gold tooth catches the warm lamp light and he reaches to kiss your thigh, “you’re so close now. can smell ya.”

before you can let the intimacy overwhelm you, you sit up on your knees and carefully slot your pussy over your lover's face.

katsuki only needed one session with you to be good at eating you out. an annoying thing about him is how he’s simply good at everything, whilst you, after months of dating, still need to work on things. you think about the sex positive podcasts you’ve listened to recently and it’s true, not everything is going to work out of the box. you’re two completely different people coming together. in both ways. 

but katsuki, he always knew exactly what to do to get you trembling. it’s firstly his enthusiasm. probably the biggest turn on. how he clutches your thighs like someone’s about to take you away. the meat of your legs will definitely have an imprint after this. how he closes his eyes and moans into you. rocks your hips into his face as his tongue laps up everything you are. 

like a man starved, his death row meal and he’s asked for you on a platter. he sucks on your clit and opens his eyes to see you lean over to grab the headboard. watching your tits and how they shake at every movement he makes. katsuki loves to talk but because his mouth is preoccupied, you just get vibrations through you along with the accompanying moans and groans he can’t help. 

“fuck, y’taste… so fuckin’—,” is all he can manage, sticking his tongue down your centre and licking as much as he can. 

“‘tsuki, so good,” you cry, you meet his eyes and your whole body heats up to boiling temperature. his ruby pupils are narrowed, as if he’s testing you to come now, on his face.

you grind your hips on him, following wherever feels good. he slaps your ass and you mewl. “i’m gonna, baby, i need to come.”

since he can’t speak even if he wanted to, you do as you please, coming all over katsuki’s face. your body trembles as he swipes up every drop that comes out of you, keeping you still so you don’t fall off. you clench your eyes shut, wailing loud enough that in any other part of the city, you’d have angry neighbours.

you flop onto the bed beside katsuki, as he wipes his face with the back of his hand. you’re quick to give him a cuddle, basking in the come down of your orgasm.

“good, baby?” he asks, rubbing your back slowly.

you nod against him, stuffing your face in his armpit as you catch your breath. 

“how are you so good at that?”

bakugou laughs, chest swelling with pride, “‘m just passionate.”

after counting to three in your head you get up slowly, biting down on your lip. 

“you wanna take another second?”

“no! and i think you were right. the orgasm helped.”

you swing your leg over bakugou’s thighs to straddle him. carefully you take hold of his cock, flicking your wrist up and down him. 

katsuki reaches his arm behind his head to lay on his forearm. everything about the man is sex. the massive biceps, his flushed face. how he kneads your thigh to check you’re still there with his eyes shut.

“just like that, babygirl,” he grunts, “been thinking about this since you mentioned it. horny all goddamn day.”

you smile at him, “thinking of me in your meetings?”

you squeeze the base of his cock, your other hand coming in to rub his balls in your palm. his hips jolt into your hands, chasing every movement.

“i always fuckin’ am. b-but you on top, ridin’ the shit outta me.”

you moan without meaning to, “i want to do that for you.”

bakugou’s eyes slid open, “today is about you. findin’ out how you like it.” he pulls your hands off him and you pout. “sit on me and start movin’.”

“yes, sir,” you say playfully but it only makes bakugou exhale shakily, blinking away any newfound arousal.

he holds your hips, as you angle his cock into you. you’re already soaked from what he did to you, so he slides in like a dream, bottoming out completely.

“oh fuck,” you curse, planting your hands flat on his chest. staying still feels good, you feel him everywhere, prodding your softest parts, your walls sucking him in like he belongs there. but you know it could feel better, you just need to work out how.

“i wanna fuck into you. didn’t realise how hard this shit would be for me,” he groans, adjusting the pillow behind his head. 

you blink away the horny fog the best you can. he’s still got your shine on his chin and he’s staring at you like he’s a second away from taking over. swinging you so you lay flat so he can take control. you feel his gaze on every part of your body, the focus on your soft stomach then where you meet between your legs. what gets you most is how he focuses on your face as if he’s recording every expression and exhale. the clear proof of him being so into you, the smirk rising onto his cheeks at the position you’ve got him in.

the fact he’s so into you, whilst looking like an adonis statue in an art gallery, makes you so shy.

 “s-so last time i just grinded on you but i didn't feel anything? i watched a few videos on how to bounce on you without aching.” you try to look away from him, but it just has you staring at his chest. littered with these gorgeous scars. his golden body that can protect you and the country. you have to close your eyes.

“you’re watchin’ porn without me?”

you and bakugou have never watched porn together with the aim to come. sometimes you’d send him a video of something you wanna try but that’s all. 

“for research! and some girls on tiktok helped.”

“okay, babygirl. do your thing, pretend i’m not here lookin’ big and sexy.”

“shut up,” you mumble, firstly planting your feet into the mattress by his hips and keeping your hands flat on bakugou’s chest to begin bouncing on his cock.

it’s a position you’ve never tried, one that always embarrassed you to imagine getting into and moving like so. you’re grateful for your stretch beforehand because bakugou glides in and out like butter. it’s more intense than just sitting on him, your body is squashed and he knows he’s gonna be using this image to get himself off till the end of time.

“oh, oh…,” you whine, tits smushed, stomach clenched to focus on what feels best. “i like this. feels good, baby.”

bakugou clenches his teeth. he can see you suck him up with every bounce, your thighs wet, so is his length. he could come like this alone if you moan any louder.

“you comfortable?” he asks, “you look insane, babygirl. can’t believe this… i could come.”

“don’t!” you squeal, whines flowing out of you without meaning to, “my knees are hurting.”

“i can help,” bakugou thrusts his hips up into you and he’s about to thrust you down into him, like what he usually does once you give up.

“no, no, let me try something else.”

without pulling off him completely, you press your knees into the bed and lean all your weight onto your left side. you begin to bounce again, up and down, up and down.

you fling your head back, mostly from the burn switching from your knees to your thighs. 

bakugou’s obsessed with whatever position you get yourself in, “doin’ so good, princess.”

that has you looking at him, leaning forward for a kiss. he meets it without thought, biting down on your bottom lip when you pull away.

“i am?” 

he nods rapidly, swearing under his breath. he’s got a layer of sweat on his forehead even though he’s barely done anything. forcing himself to not move is more exerting than just moving. 

“yeah, baby. feels like torture though, not gonna lie to you.” he squeezes the fat of your hips, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds. 

you switch your weight onto your right knee, sighing in delight, wetness leaking from you. your bodies are getting louder now, the slap of your skin against his. graphic with the white ring forming around bakugou’s cock. 

“now you know how i feel when you won’t let me come,” you whisper and he’s about to lean in to bite your lip as a punishment but you rotate around so your back is facing him.

you’ve never tried reverse cowgirl before but you can already predict how katsuki will feel about it. bakugou’s least favourite position. you know this because he always goes on about how he loves to see your face. your sweet loverboy. but equally one of his favourites because it’s a front row view of your rippling ass every time you slap down on him. it’s enough to make him come, a few bounces and he’s done. it’s also a good break to not have to think about him staring at you. the number one tip for other shy girls on that blog site you read.

you forward, grabbing his knees and for a second you can barely move.

“princess?” bakugou asks, caressing your ass slowly. “you okay?”

“i can feel you in my stomach,” his cockhead nudges against your insides, somehow further than you’ve ever felt before. why the hell haven’t you tried this before?

bakugou sits up on his forearm, sneaking his hand to your stomach, “does it hurt? you wanna pull off?”

you shake your head, then you remember he can’t see you well. you moan, grinding back into him. you can’t be quiet, can barely make out a coherent word either. you’re between crying and moaning, soft breaths of “‘tsuki,” and another wail.

“so good, fuck, i’m gonna die,” you gasp and the warmth in your stomach bundles together and tightens. you ignore the burn in your knees, focusing on the obscene amount of pleasure that bursts under your skin. you reach between your legs to play with your clit, slow circular rubs to make everything last as long as possible.

katsuki gets where you are now. the idea of you using him like a toy is what had him boiling all day. you’re moving on your own accord, focusing on yourself and what feels good. he begins to help, meeting your thrusts just so you scream louder.

“cmon, baby,” he says behind gritted teeth, “let me hear ya, louder for me.”

bakugou’s strict with his thrusts, obsessed with how your body shakes when it comes into contact with his. how his thighs are equally soaked and the fact that you’re both leaking onto his bedsheets. he keeps moving and before he knows it, only hearing your whines, he comes inside you.

jolting harshly, a hand on your hip bone to keep you close while he comes. it has you looking back at him with a frown.

“s-sorry, i couldn’t fuckin’—,” he’s gasping for air, back arched off the bed. he holds you down and you’re grinning like you’ve won a prize. “fuck, holy shit.”

“you came.” 

delight blossoms inside of you, your body burning for your own release. katsuki looks exhausted. red cheeks, sweat coating his forehead. he genuinely looks pissed that he came. you look at the mess between your legs, so much come.

he grunts in annoyance, “i didn’t mean to i—,”

but he’s cut off as you face him again, ignoring all the liquids spilling out. you plant your feet by his head and lean back, your hands on his knees.

“touch my clit for me,” you ask politely and bakugou does what he’s told, mentally preparing himself for the overstimulation about to come.

you begin bouncing again, using your hands to guide your body up and down, rolling your hips to grind to hit a specific spot. all the shyness you ever felt before has evaporated, simply following your body to catch whatever feels good. 

bakugou on the other hand, feels as if he’s about to pass out. if it’s the squelch in the air, the sight of your pussy drenched and his cock soaked. your pubic hair has strings of his come and his lower stomach has a shine to it. his cock is still hard, aching, twitching in painful flicks of pleasure. but there’s no way he could say no, not with you looking practically angelic.

you’re in your own world with your little mumbles, your whines that sound troubled but are anything but. he’s not sure how he can have you in any other position but on top after this. you ride him like you own him, like he’s yours to play with and use to relax. your breasts are soft, nipples perked to the ceiling and as he rolls his thumb against your clit, he knows you’re ready to come any second now.

“oh my god, katsuki.” you make those odd grunting sounds that make bakugou leak, “faster, w-why haven’t we done this before?”

you say in a rush and bakugou obeys, speeding up his rubs on your clit. 

“this is all we’re gonna do now, huh?”

you hum, pace slowing as the burn of your knees radiates.

“lettin’ you ride my cock while i come early like a fuckin’ teenager,” he moans, frowning harshly because he’s too sensitive now, way too sensitive. 

bakugou takes matters into his own hands, especially once you whine for him, “help me, ‘tsuki.”

you lift your head up to lock eyes with him. you’re fucking crying. tears down your cheeks, “i love you so much.”

he thrusts into you, meaning you no longer need to strain your body anymore. he moves you for your own pleasure, sliding you up and down, mimicking how you were moving and he’s ready to come again.

“nah, you love my cock. tell me you do.”

it takes only a second for you to reply, stretching your arms straight, your back arched so bakugou can see all the beautiful curves of your breasts and waist. he bites back his bearish groans, this is way too much for him right now. he thinks hes about to come again.

“l-love your cock so much. feels like heaven, like i’m gonna split open,” you babble, “love it so much, ‘tsuki.”

“my good fuckin’ girl, usin’ me like this. love you so much, princess,” he hums and before you can even catch yourself, after all the noise tonight, your orgasm is a silent one.

these strained gasps come from your throat as you lean forward, your whole body tensing. you don’t mean to dig your nails into his chest, but bakugou welcomes the pain especially when he orgasms again, loud enough for you both.

he growls into the air as you hold yourself up over him, open mouthed, tears falling from your eyes.

you can barely contain yourself, your body still bouncing as he continues thrusting his hips. everything is lewd, the stained bedsheets and the trail of sweat down your breasts. the sound of your ass hitting his balls only draws out your orgasm, your bodies soaked with each other.

“oh my god, oh my god,” you whisper. you stare at your boyfriend in shock as he slows down and wraps his arms around your body to drag you to his chest. “we’ve never… it’s never felt like that before.”

you can feel him pulsating inside of you and your walls are hot around him.

you both breathe, catching your breaths, plastered to each other.

“you’ve got me fucked,” his chuckle is dry, but you shuffle to get comfortable and bakugou yelps. “don’t fuckin’ move. please.”

you smile, pressing kisses into his chest until you realise what you’ve done. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to…”

you trail off, lightly brushing your thumb over the red scratches over katsuki’s chest. bakugou’s half lidded eyes catch yours, grabs your hand to kiss the centre of your palm.

“it felt good, princess. needed any distraction to ignore your warm pussy.” he pouts his lips and you happily meet his, “you confident bein’ on top now?”

bakugou twitches inside of you, “yeah. i know what to do now.”

“you looked…,” and he doesn’t know how to describe you. but you’re patiently waiting for an answer. if anyone likes to be complimented more than him, it’s you, “like a goddamn angel. thought you were gonna kill me.”

“i’d never,” your eyes droop, ready for an evening nap. “you need to pull out now.”

bakugou sighs, “this is gonna be a mess to clean up and my dick aches.”

“i’m sore too!”

bakugou rolls his eyes but he knows he’s going to be kissing your knees and thighs any minute now.

“still want me to cook dinner or order in?” he asks, pushing you on your back to slowly slide out of you.

you whine softly as he does, not used to the feeling of not being full. you almost want to sit back on him, clamp your legs around him and never let him go.

“fuck,” bakugou grunts, then he sees your pout. “after dinner.”

your eyes light up, “really?”

“you’re goddamn insatiable.”

“it’s just there’s one more position, well two, i want to try with you sitting up and me laying down.” 

he climbs off the bed to grab a clean flannel from his en-suite. “you wanna break me, huh?” he calls.

you giggle, “no, i just wanna know how it’ll feel and the website i found has loads of positions we haven’t tried.”

you have the audacity to look innocent while he wipes your legs with the damp flannel. then your lower stomach and very lightly between your legs.

“you should have told me earlier i would have booked tomorrow off work.” he kisses your knee, “we can do whatever you want. until you get all achy.”

there’s no doubt he’d be able to get hard again for you, especially looking this eager about trying a new way to have sex with him.

you nod softly, running your hand down his face, “can you still cook? i want your udon noodles.”

if it was up to bakugou he’d order in. he’s way too tired to cook for you right now and still have energy to have sex again after. he had a whole patrol and training earlier today too.

but one thing bakugou has always struggled with since he met you, is the ability to say no. especially not when you sit up and grab the flannel from him to slowly swipe across his stomach and then his softened cock.