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i’m sat.

f1 racer!katsuki/touya x (any occupation!) reader

written enemies to lovers w the classic jealousy trope maybe? co workers and/or fake dating! f1 racer touya & katsuki hv been in my HEADDDD and happy 6k! <3

WHAT IF I KILLED MYSSEELLLFFFF AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i rlly do needthat so bad hes sooooo hesssss ssssooooooooAAHHHH but also mannn fuck u for making me choose between katsu and touya but also THANK YOUUUU bc i love this hehehehe

f1 racer!katsuki // job fair

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“good luck out there,” you say, fixing the zipper to his jumpsuit, “don’t embarrass me.”

“wouldn’t dream of it,” katsuki scoffs.

with a few minutes of free time before katsuki had to get on the track, you had no idea why he would decide to spend it with you. the tunnel under the stadium barely muffled out the roars of the crowd, and yet it was still too quiet between you two.

“what do i get when i win, huh?” he teases.

you cross your arms, eyes unleaving his, “well, you’ll get a big fat kiss on the podium of course. it’s more so for your PR manager if you win, but you know, not everyone gets to kiss me sooo..." you trail off.

your lips grow into a smirk as you catch the end of a dramatic eye roll.

“well aren’t they fucking lucky.”

in the corner of your eye, you see mechanical crewmembers walking down the tunnel from behind katsuki. reflexively, your hand comes up and wraps around his outer forearm as he leans against the wall behind you with a hand resting beside your head.

you smile. lovingly look at him in the eyes. crinkled your nose a bit as if he told you the funniest thing you’ve heard all day.

“crash into a wall and die,” you whisper, nuzzling your cheek against his arm.

he slightly turns his head over to shoulder and nods to the crew members as they walk by and shoots you two a smile as they hurry along, making sure not to interrupt the star couple.

he turns his gaze back to you, “sweet words from japan’s number one sweetheart.”

“who just so happens to be stuck in a contract with japan’s number one asshole.”

as the words left your mouth. you spot another flash of red in your peripheral.

“eijirou!” you beam, peeking your head around from katsuki’s figure. 

from under your hand you feel katsuki’s forearms flex as he heaves out a deep exhale through his nose.

“hey guys!” he waves his helmet at you two, taking the invitation to approach with a loud slap of his leather glove on katsuki’s shoulder blade, “gotta get out there, man, we’re gonna get rolling soon.”

“is it that time already?” you pull your phone out from your pocket, "sorry babe, lost track of time."

“yeah, i’ll be out in a second. got the biggest distraction in front of me,” katsuki says as he returns his attention to you.

“let him go and lose this race like a man, y/n," he teases, biting his tongue at katsuki, "see you in the crowd?"

“you will,” you smile, “good luck, red!” you wave him off.

“won’t need it, but thanks!” he laughs before continuing down the tunnel.

your eyes trail him for a moment to make sure he’s out of earshot before turning back to katsuki, only to be met with a deadpan expression.

“what? you heard the guy, time to get going.”

your hands move to his shoulders, giving them a tight squeeze and shake as you try to get his energy up for the race.

“good luck, red!” he mocks before rolling his eyes.

“oh come on,” you laugh, “that’s my friend! are you jealous or something?” you lean in, lowering your voice, “you know when i get to the stands, it’ll be your name that i’ll be screaming.

the corner of his lips quirk up into a smirk. 

“right. don’t scream too loud. i don’t want to to be able to hear all that yapping from the track.”

katsuki takes a step back and picks up his helmet from beside you and holds it under his arm and against his waist.

“be safe for real, okay?”

“obviously.”

he steps forward and takes your chin in his free hand, and presses a kiss to your cheek. he quickly swipes his gloved thumb over the spot. 

“see you after with that kiss.”

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2:15 am 🌙

"Katsuki."

"Mmmf"

"Katssss."

"Mmhgg what baby?"

"Do you still love me?"

There's a deafening pause in the already quiet bedroom. You had woken him up from a deep sleep at —he turns to look at the clock— 2:15 in the morning, just to ask if he still loved you.

Nothing happened. No fight, no arguments, in fact you went to bed with sweet kisses and a rom-com on the television.

Not even a good night can save him from your antics.

"Baby," He turns back to you. "It's 2 in the morning, why are you asking this?" His voice is gravelly with sleep and his eyes are bleary, half opened and watery.

"Just answer Kats, do you still love me?"

"You're a menace y'know that?"

"That's not an answerrr." Your sing-song voice causes him to grab you gently and pull you back toward his chest, guiding your head to lay down. Your body goes flax and you melt into him, wrapping your arms around him in turn.

"I had a dream," you whisper. "I don't wanna talk 'bout it, but a bad dream."

His breath hitches for a moment before he wraps himself around you tighter, brushing one hand over your back, drawing little shapes and the other carding through your hair, scratching your scalp.

His ministrations lull you back into a dreamy state, not fully asleep but much more comfortable and relaxed than you were.

"I love you more than anything," he whispers. "Gonna marry you one day, and that's a promise."

And with that you're out cold, happy and content in the arms of your fiance-to-be.

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notion | k. bakugo

Notion M.list | Next

Summary: What do you do when your best friend needs your help with something they have no experience with? You help them, obviously, even if things are complicated.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo/reader

Warnings: smut, 18+ minors do not interact, oral (f!receiving), fingering, squirting, fwb, virgin!Bakugo (he's in his 20s tho)

Word count: 7k

All characters are 20+

Now that the everlasting glow of midnight sparks at the middle of the sky as time keeps slipping away in that too-loud-to-be-good clock of yours, you find your throat tight, smeared with agony in your breathing, the thudding in your heart too repulsive to ignore. You're trapped with your legs spread, too far gone from the mere act of simply flashing the fuchsia of the panties that you're wearing to your friend, eyes shut in embarrassment because a singular look into his eyes, a mere glance of his face between your legs can send you over the edge.

Yet, at this point, no amount of shutting your eyes will do, the problem isn't just going to go away by simply avoiding it this time, because it's present right here, right now and if you take a peak with your left eye the problem has his platinum hair brushing your knees, so you hide your face behind your fists and your stomach takes another turn.

It would be diligent, wise, elegant -thoughtful even- to consider -to revision- how you even ended up in this situation in the first place seeing as you're about to throw up in your mouth from all that non stop pounding of your heart.

Well -you guess- it starts with immaturity. It boils over you being a people pleaser, it foams with you giving yourself to others because you think that if you don't, you will be left with no one. But that and just solely that, cannot be the reason you find yourself splayed like this on your couch in front of Bakugo, even whereas, it could perhaps explain the reason you agreed to what he asked from you.

To go over the basics, you've not known a single day of peace ever since Kirishima introduced you to him oh so many years ago in high school, demanding that, even if you weren't in the same class as they were, you'd spend your breaks with their group to which you agreed -as always, how could you not- for Kirishima's shake. Naturally, this quickly turned into you being attached to the hip with all of Kirishima's friends -and to your surprise and much much effort- even Bakugo eventually became one of your closest friends.

So close that, even now, in college, the two of you, despite not being on the level of friendship he is on with Kirishima or Midoriya, you're close enough to find yourself stuck at home on a Wednesday night, watching Spiderman alone with him.

Which is…. A regrettable choice really.

Or else it would have been, had you known where this night was heading to.

Bakugo behaves like a gentleman around you -save for the occasional potty mouth, shocking hand gestures and his temper- so much that you almost blame your crush on him on simply that. The way he respects your space and helps you clean up after the group visits, how he's the first to come and the last to leave. How he always helps you -begrudgingly- at everything you ask him to. You've even become the comedic duo of your group, you, being the person who decides to cut their hair at 3am and Bakugo being the one who agrees to be the one to cut your bangs for you.

You spend nights out evenings with the group by his side when everyone else is getting hammered and nasty and you talk about anything and everything. Your heart is filled with so much joy when he tells you he loves the songs you recommend to him and your stomach is always tied into tight knots when he tells you that you look good or when he calls you by his own nickname for you.

You convince yourself, he's shy about making a move too, because, why else would he be spending one on one time with you, watching movies on the same couch as you, feet barely grazing yours, but never retreating back onto his chest. You think, your head will explode from all this over analyzing. Rightfully so, since you somehow manage to convince yourself you've nothing to over think about.

You muffle the noise in your head until the ending titles roll down. It's almost too vain, too little as you feel your head seep into a thousand thoughts per second. You're in disdain about the distress of becoming self aware again

"Do you even remember when we watched this movie in the theater in middle school?"

"With that shitty kid that wouldn't stop asking what was coming out of Gwen's nose? Yeah."

You muffle a giggle at the memory when he grunts in annoyance "Feels so different to watch it now"

Bakugo looks at you and hums, flashing a sideways, and frankly awkward, lip to you, it's kind enough to reassure you he's fond of the remembrance of the shenanigan -you even think you can never bring yourself to laugh as hard as you've laughed back then- but there's something else imprinted in that look that you cannot simply overlook.

Since you like to consider yourself a good -a great- friend, you often decide to put your own feelings to the side when it comes to people you do care about and that drop on Katsuki's face when he finally turns his head in its original position isn't just somewhat concerning anymore. It's him, urging you to coax the matter out of him.

You take in a moment before you speak, before you let out your question, to examine him, how his body's ticking like a bomb unlike the very likely and very usual explosiveness that comes with him. You don't, not even for a moment, think it's overbearing, not when he's worried and wide eyed like this, not when your knees are already pointing towards him.

You hit him with the same awkward yet overly worried look he threw at you earlier "Baku“ you place your hand on his shoulder and he turns to look at you "Is something wrong?"

You'd be damned to not admit that you get flustered at the way his skin is glowing, knowing full well there's something lovely about the way his cheeks turn bright pink by the time he snaps his head in your direction "'s nothin'" Is his only response.

Kirishima and Jirou swear on their lives he's into you, because who's ever seen Bakugo so attached to a person before? And they fill you with hope, because perhaps, one of these days you could finally gather up the courage to confess to him, perhaps you think you'll finally feel how beautiful it is to have your feelings reciprocated. And judging by the flustered look on his face you come to believe that this is the moment you've been waiting for

And you have to play it cool. Cool cool cool. Cooler than the first autumn breeze that hits you on a late August night while on vacation, to remind you that summer will be over soon -that your days in the sun will be swapped with nights in heavy rain.

"Spidey rubbing you off in the wrong way?" Perhaps you regret coming up with this seemingly teasing response, but it's ultimately what comes out of your mouth, so by the time your face drops, there's no helping it either way.

"Ah no, no, I even got tickets for the new one"

Your face lights up when he turns his head away from you and you find your leg bouncing up and down, your palms getting stiff. You find comfort in bracing yourself mentally for what you're about to hear, your mind taking turns on its engines to flood your head with a thousand day dreams per second; you squeeshing your face into Bakugo's when he asks you out and smiling into the lustful kiss you're going to trap his lips in, the two of you having a blast at the movies, cheering on every second of the film while feeding each other snacks, cooing into his arms when he wraps my around you.

And you give in to your day dreams, so sweet, like marshmallows on hot chocolate on a cold December night exactly like this one, you fail to notice when your lips pucker up ever so slightly as you lean and you lean and you lean into the blond's face.

And just when you think you've gotten it right, you're reminded that fate has always been scheming against you. Or else, there's no really any other explanation for what comes so very angrily out of Bakugo's mouth

"Oh you're fucking mocking me too?"

"What?" You pull back, face subtly hiding in the long neck of your sweater "why would I be mocking you?"

"You think I'm an idiot? Hah? Does everyone in our group think I'm so fucking incapable of going out on a normal date-"

He says the words and your heart flutters, you clench your jaw, here it comes

"-Ochako"

"Oh my God Katsuki of course we c- Who?"

"'Chako" He grunts, turning his head to the complete opposite side of the room.

It's definite by now; your heart has sunk so low into your stomach that you think the burger that you ate a while ago won't last another minute in your system. And finally, you're trembling, all of the pent up anxiety running through your body like bitter poison, granting your heart control of your body. "You have to be kidding me" You utter and Bakugo's gaze falls upon you like a dagger

"Why?" He snaps, voice raised hundreds of octaves higher than it should be this late at night "is it so fucking unbelievable that I like someone too?"

"Uhm...no, uh, i- I didn't mean it like that and you know it" You say and quickly silence yourself before you say another word.

"Yeah like I fucking do, are you implying that she wouldn't like me back? You think I'm a-"

"No Bakugo it's fine, I would never laugh at you, I'm just shocked you like Uraraka, that's all" You swallow hard, your tone slowly dying down as you turn your own gaze away from him.

It's up to him to spark things up again right now and as usually he doesn't fail to do so, gathering all the grumpiness in his voice as you hear that fearsome growl of his bottle and boil from the depths of his throat

"Hah? Why wouldn't I like her?"

"I literally just said I'm shocked it's her, get over it she doesn't strike me as your type"

"Why?" He growls, voice pitch raising once again "Who else was it going to be, Mi-?"

"I'm not looking down on you. I'm not. I promise" You shout, just to ease him up and apparently it works, he seems to catch his words from exiting his mouth momentarily and you almost wipe the sweat and anxiety off of your forehead in relief at that.

But you don't. Because you have the decency not to do it, despite wanting to or feeling like it.

"Please don't yell at me Katsuki, I'd never look down on you"

"Tch, I know" He grunts and scoops to your side, bumping his hip against your own "I'm a big asshole"

To reply with the fact that you know would be atrocious, you've just now figured, because you're afraid that the trembling in your core will show and you don't exactly have a way to explain it to him.

You shoot him a tired smile and quickly look at the clock "it's uh.. late"

It's the only remark you can make yet you don't understand if you say it to yourself -feeling tired and hollow by processing the unspoken rejection from the person you have feelings for- or if you say it so he can leave you alone, to sulk on your own while watching pride and prejudice for yet another time, as a way to cope with your own feelings.

You only hope he gets the hint, by looking at him with soft eyes, forcing yourself to look even more tired than you are. For a second he looks you in the eye as you're yawning and you get filled with the hope that his absence will leave you to mourn your feelings on your own. And you watch him open and close his mouth and shuffle with the edge of his hoodie -that's it, he's finally going to leave, he's going to say just what you want to hear.

"Dammit," he growls "I need your help with something" Silence "but if you make fun of me I'm blowing you to next week"

Of course luck isn't on your side tonight, like always. And frankly you'd rather be alone, you can't get past another minute of being in his presence, sighing and heaving and struggling for air, you feel like your lungs will collapse any second now and Katsuki Bakugo shall be the only reason for your downfall.

"And what would that something be?" You eye him "it's so late can it not wait until tomorrow?"

"No it can't" He says firmly and turns his whole body towards you, back straight and lips puckered to an angered perfection

"Alright, shoot it"

You try to make yourself look convincing on the fact that you're interested in what he has to say, that you're more than okay with getting the hot details about what he wants to tell you about Ochako while making a mental note to kill Kirishima for not telling you about it the next time you see him.

"I need to-" He pauses and suddenly his head is buried between his palms -you wonder if he's flushed because he sounds like it, especially when he lets out a muffled 'fuck' under his breath.

You're suddenly worried, completely mentally disheveled over the fact that he sounds like he's in pain and your own worries are out of the window in a millimeter of a second. You place your hand on his back and rub a soothing circle over that very spot and when he seems to accept your affections, fortunately, you sigh in relief.

"You good?"

"Yeah" He hisses, peeling his head from his palms

"You can tell me anything" You smile hazily at him, you hope it's at least a bit comforting

It seems to work because he exhales loudly and squints his brows together as if contemplating on what he wants to say. Still you reassure him that it's fine with another rub of your hand on his back, completely ignoring the burning feeling in your gut and that voice in the back of your head that keeps repeating that his hoodie is soft and he's warm like a heater.

"Thanks"

"So?"

You come to realise that this little push to let go of the thought that sits in the back of his throat ready to spill into words is one of your biggest mistakes

"Obviously I heard Shindou eating you out at Jirou's party-"

"You what?" You look at him, utterly shocked, your jaw barely dropping at what he's admitting to "why do you even know that?"

"Because obviously even your love life is greater than mine"

"It really isn't" You admit, furrowing your brows

"Yeah well, I haven't had sex with anyone. Ever." He stops and examines your face, timid as he searches for any sign of you potentially mocking him, when he's assured he doesn't find any he proceeds "was hoping you can help me with… Some things''

He blurts the words like he's bearing gifts on Christmas Eve, loud and clear, free of any raspiness in his voice, eyes slant, sharp and casual like always. You gulp, knowing full well you're not going to be able to neither stomach the fact that he's a virgin nor the fact that he's asking you out of all people for tips.

"I'll give you tips yeah" You say mechanically and you watch Katsukis face contort into an infuriated pained expression once again.

"You told Shindou and I quote 'let me teach you how to eat pussy like a pro'-"

"Bakugo!" You snap, wide eyes and flustered

"-and if you can teach that asshole you can teach me too. 'f you wanna, you don't have to"

If your heart fell to your stomach just a few minutes ago then right now you're sure your guts have turned into a hot, bulky and not so smooth-at-all smoothie, you feel like your brain has turned into goo, like your eyes are simply holes in the middle of your head.

You even think you forget how to breathe. Why did he ever think it was okay to ask such a thing from you? Your mind is wandering off to so many places, that night he's referring to always as a mark in space and time where you were trying to finally, finally gather some courage to try and get over your crush on him only to end up having sex with Shindou and getting ghosted by him in the next 24 hours. It's even wandering to how you're offended over the fact that you look easy enough to be an erotic class subject to your friend. It's stress that overwhelms you; does your whole group think of you like that?

"Whatever, you don't have to, I shouldn't have asked"

You feel a little pulse of disappointment, suddenly, as he says that, but you want to slap yourself for even feeling this way. You shouldn't want to be in this position, and you definitely shouldn't be thinking that you can get Katsuki so pussy drunk on you that he won't have eyes for anyone else.

It's him who's pulling the strings here, since he's not even embarrassed in the slightest to ask this from you, just to be able to perform it to someone else, and it's you who's being objectified, it's you who's thought of being turned into an adaptation of ero just because you want to be a good friend.

So you shouldn't want to actually do this. You shouldn't even be considering it.

Thus by the time he opens his mouth to speak again your defenses are up "just watch some porn, buy a flesh light, hell, I'll even buy you a flesh light if I have to" You say and you steal the words -and breath- out of his mouth.

"But I can't even know if I'm doing things right"

"Aren't you the guy who never goes wrong? The man of many talents? I'm sure you'll eat Ochako out like she deserves"

If you could, you'd smile to yourself for building up the courage to not only say no but to overcome the great fear of abandonment that's bringing you down on your knees right now.

(Take that, you loathing, self -destructive mechanism, your punch is rougher than Kirishima's quirk.)

But now, now that you're proud of yourself for the tiny mental progress that you make, your gut churns as you see Katsuki's face drop. You're a bad friend now aren't you? Acting like this over him asking something as simple as you teaching him how to eat someone out.

It's Katsuki right? You've been friends since forever, it's not like something as simple as this will split the two of you apart, even if you don't manage to somehow get him so pussy drunk that he'll think about you every time he's with someone else he'll think about the things you taught him. Right?

"Porn's not the fucking same.. "

Well, you could try, just to help him out. Definitely not because you want him to.

You sigh "if I, if I let you do that" Great, you haven't even uttered two words and you're trembling again "we'll have some rules, kay?"

No, no, you really shouldn't be letting any of these words leave your mouth. Your leg is bouncing again, religiously bobbing up and down and it's what really catches Bakugo's eye. He places a hand on your thigh and tells you to calm down, that he agrees with what you just said so long as you're comfortable with what he wants from you. If only you could tell him that your skin under his palm burns with excitement.

"I'm going to wash up for a second." You announce and get up from your spot on the couch, Katsuki's eyes following you everywhere "But before I go. Rules. Think them over while I'm gone. One. We don't act weird afterwards and two, you stop when I tell you, I don't want you to make me come. It's weird"

"But Shindou-"

"Katsuki, I was flirting with him. Shindou and I really did hook up that night"

"Oh" He raises his eyebrow "flirting with him?"

You sigh once again "I'm not a porn teacher, I'm only agreeing to this to help you"

When you retreat to the bathroom you almost manage to convince yourself that you can back up from this, send him home and cry yourself to sleep. Maybe that'll be less embarrassing than spreading your legs for him. You keep repeating the thought in your head as you quickly wash from the waist down, relieved that you already took a shower after your classes today. Had you more time to yourself, you'd really back up and not meddle with something like this, you'd let your rational thought take over.

But quickly after getting out of the bathroom, you find yourself in a t shirt and the only remaining pair of clean parties that you have -yes the fuchsia hipsters that you only wear when there's nothing else to wear that you only ever own because Mina had thought it was a good idea to buy you a pair of panties like her own (terrible idea really)- that are not even comfortable. Well, it's not like they'll stay on for long. You even muffle a nervous laugh at the thought.

"Hey" You're greeted by the blond the second you enter the living room, he's eager much you notice, he's gulping on his own spit, clenching jaw. That makes two of you, you think.

"Hey" You greet back, patting your legs dry completely.

He chokes on thin air when you sit by him on the couch for a second before pivoting your body to the side, lifting your legs off of the floor and finally coming to sit cross legged at the end of the couch. Then, he chokes on his spit.

It's eerily cute, how he can't focus on anything else but the apex between your thighs that's barely covered by the oversized T-shirt you have on.

"Eyes up here Bakugo" You even almost burst out laughing when he looks at you like you've caught him with literal blood in his hands. "You ready?"

He breathes in and mutters a small response "yes" and your heart is spiraling again. For how can he be so casual with his demeanor when you're laying down on the couch, you, slowly opening your legs and him lowering himself with you, his head resting so obnoxiously over your stomach.

Your mean, traitorous core seems to be really responsive at the sight of his blond hair finding a spot to rest on your thighs.

Great. So there's problem number one for you. You can't make -not that this is your ultimate plan- Katsuki pussydrunk on you because you're the one drooling all over for him. You can strongly recall all the other times you've tried to have sex with other people, how you can't get yourself wet this fast, if not even at all, but all this excitement and tension inside of you that's ticking, ticking, ticking like a clock bomb is finally starting to come apart at the seams.

And Katsuki, with his sleek, sharp eyes is so forgiving and worried over the pulse in your stomach, you can see it in his look, when he rests his chin on his conjoined palms just over your abdomen.

"You're nervous? Why are you nervous? I can't even rub one out of you. Don't even know how" He grunts and you notice he has a glow in his eyes that you've never seen before, and it's driving you insane more than you could ever imagine.

"Don't say things like that. Please don't"

"'M not even gonna make you feel good, doubt that I can do it on the first try"

You wish you could open your mouth and stop him from saying another word, or decide to let go of the ones you've been fermenting in your heart for far too long now but that would only ever spoil things, you're sure of it, and you'll end up ruining even the smallest moment you'll ever spend with Katsuki in a situation like this.

As egotistical as this sounds you're not ready to give this up.

Thus for tonight you're literally drenched in the fact that you're a people pleaser. You remain like this when you open your legs, always repeating to yourself that you've committed the highest of treason against your own self.

"I'm not the most experienced, but I'll tell you what feels nice"

He nods and your eyes are drunk on that dark burgundy of his irises, so much that you don't even get to have a second thought about bunching up your shirt and pooling it over your stomach, shaking him off in the process. He comes to rest on your thighs, nose dangerously close to where your legs meet.

He looks so beautiful when he tries to hook his fingers under the sides of your underwear, only to stop himself from proceeding any further. Your core is burning, whether it's from just his gaze or the lustful factor of embarrassment that continuously washes through you.

"Dont-dont stare at me. It's so embarrassing" You plea, religiously, his name falling from your mouth like a mantra. Yet you remind yourself, this isn't about you feeling good, it's about teaching him how to make you -or rather someone else, how to feel good.

"Is this alright?" He says as he tags on your underwear and his eyes snap open and he looks like a deer in the headlights over you shaking your head in denial.

How, oh how on earth could you ever give a response that doesn't sound too needy or dismissive, how do you produce words that aren't forbidden? When you're too tangled in between feeling disdain for being drenched so much that your words are stuck in the back of your throat, no intention of blurting them out ever washing the crevices of your brain.

"You have to tease me first" You say and wonder what's that going to feel like when your core feels like it'll explode if you're not to satisfy it yet.

Katsuki simply looks at you, though your brain is way too foggy for you to try and read between the lines.

"You can't just put your tongue on me- uhh.. her like that, you have to make me- make her want it"

And then swallows hard, only stopping the flutter of his eyes to give you a little nod

"Suck on my thighs" You prompt and buck your hips further up, just enough to feel the supple skin on your legs brush against his soft hoodie.

"I know what teasing is" He informs you and for a second the cockiness of Bakugo is back and you must be insane, but it stirs you up in all the right ways, nonetheless, the mood pushes you to let your wild side free

"Then tease me, show me what you got"

"Tch, idiot"

There's a grunted response as the knuckle of his pointer finger shimmies over your clothes slit, starting from that drop of wetness at the end and then slowly working its way up to your clit- you try to stop yourself from letting out of the nastiest moans that could ever escape you.

There are admittedly some interesting kisses that are sprawled all over your inner thighs, though nothing compares to that one bent finger that's been ghosting over your slit finally slipping underneath your underwear and taking a hook of your panties. Katsuki's skillful enough to even scrunch your panties in his hand and pull firmly until some of your clothed skin is finally met with the hotness of his breath.

"Fuck, that's good" You yelp and you glance over to red eyes staring at you, unsure of where to go with that stunt he's pulled "you can, you can kiss- fuck- you can kiss on the skin, I promise it feels good"

He complies, lips heavy as he's placing open mouth kisses on the outer skin of your womanhood, always gripping the underwear impossibly tight over your slit- you have to hold yourself before you cum in your panties from how good it comes to feel.

"Fuck, take them off" You breathe out and in response your stupid fuschia hipsters are beginning to be yanked off of your body, vigorously "no, not like that, you gotta be sensual-"

"'M doing the best I can"

"Katsuki, I could accept you yanking my leg off like this only if I were robbing a bank and you were trying to stop me. But this isn't hero work. Now relax and be more sensual" He grunts, shoving his hand away from the panties that are now resting on your thighs

"What the fuck does being sensual even mean" His gaze, anything but soft, mellows yours, enough to make you snap your legs closed to avert his attention from your cunt to your face as you sit up, your right hand reaching for his face. He leans onto the palm of your hand like a cat- you've got to hold back once again from literally showering him with kisses

"Katsu"

"Yeah?"

"You wanna know how to be sensual?" You purr and he nods with a pout "unfurrow your eyebrows. Yeah, just like that, close your lids halfway too. Perfect. Mouth slightly open, or bite the inside of your lip"

When he struggles, he almost explodes "ahhh what's the point of this if-" but you demonstrate the look you're describing to him while grabbing the string of his hoodie, using it as leverage to try and lay back down on the couch, your legs spreading as little as possible. You shush him, you show him how to place kisses all over your legs to get you going.

He gives a kiss to your ankle, then along the inside of your knee, melting on the spot as he decides to alternate between your two knees, - you're too ticklish you say and he get rougher with his kisses, rougher until he hears you let out a small whimper to let him know he's doing well. Then he travels right between where your thigh and sugary sweet skin and kisses tenderly at that spot as well.

You're so drunk in his gaze momentarily that you almost forget that he's no idea what to do once again; you give him a pressed lip smile, coaxing your legs open a little bit wider, carefully so you don't have your leg fall off the couch. Katsuki backs his chin up, tucking it between your thighs and your hips snap at the sudden, tingling sensation that emits from his stubble rubbing over the hood of your clit.

He sticks his tongue out and you notice that it's dense and awkward -how he tries to run it over your folds and you guess he can't help it, there's not a single media he could consume that shows how he should maneuver his tongue.

Good thing you're here to help him.

Your back is lifted from the arm of the couch once again, hands softly touching around Katsuki's head, your thumb stroking his cheek, then traveling down to his lower lip and brushing a spot tenderly to finally trapping his chin between your fingers. You scratch his stubble with the nail on your thumb and be coos, eyes sheepish and mouth dry.

"Spit on it" You say and you don't know how your heart still hasn't combust out of your chest, you've never been this vocal during sex

He breathes in response, face almost just as red as his eyes. He doesn't say a word other than nodding his head vigorously, his eyes tormented on balancing between looking at your folds and your eyes. His breathing is heavy as he's opening his mouth and letting saliva pool to the flesh inside his lips. Once he's gathered enough, he forces it out of his mouth and onto you.

Your fingers tap on your folds before you proceed to spread yourself for him and if it wasn't for the burning sensation of his spit on your clit you're sure that even that would be enough to get you moaning like a pronstar.

"See that nub right there?" You ask and he confirms he does "that's my clit-"

"I know this much dammit"

"Oh shut up" You say and tighten your grip on his chin "you're going to lay your tongue flat and whatever you do keep it soft" You emphasize and Bakugo nods again. "Wrap your lips around it, be soft"

Your head is over the moon when he does as you say, lips hugging over your hooded clit, his hot tongue darting out to test the waters, this time softer than before. You moan loudly -how can you not- when he repeats the action acting out on his own this time by pressing his mouth further onto you.

"Yeah, just like that" You finally say and roll back onto the couch, clenched fists and eyes painfully shut.

Bakugo keeps his ministrations, giving kitten licks here and there, drawing eights with his tongue on you, nudging his nose at the top of your slit. You think- you know- you won't take it for too long.

He starts sucking, it's subtle and sullen at first, drowned in the wet sounds he's making while getting his face wet in your mess but you feel the pressure of it and squirm, hips bucking towards his face once again. And he lets you buck them again, desperately, throaty moans in sync with each bump and your core and your best are scorching so bad.

Until he bucks away.

You whine so loudly that you almost pity yourself, 'no's falling out of your lips like a short lived prayer and you don't even bother to think if you're crossing the line in what's going on. All that you know I'd that your foot wiggles it's way easily further down Katsuki's stomach and finally meets with his angry, throbbing cock and your mouth falls agape when you feel wetness coating his sweatpants.

You don't even know how you're going to keep yourself from not pushing him back and swallowing him whole and the thought of him trying to find relief while timidly rubbing one off on your couch isn't doing you any good. You have to stop thinking about it, you have to focus on-

On his mouth against you once again, tongue rougher than before, yet still not showing any sign of awkwardness or reluctance. Katsuki's even bold enough to trail a finger to your hole, circling it around tenderly. He pulls his mouth back once again, thumb coming to replace his tongue for as long as a few seconds count.

"Hey, look at me" He pleas and it takes all your courage to bat your eyes into his right now, but you do, breath hitched in your throat, words tied under your tongue and his middle finger is once again at the border of seeping into your velvety entrance "can I put one in? Will it feel good?"

Does he even know what he's doing to you? This has to be on purpose.

"Are you kidding me?" You breathe out "yes, yes… please yes"

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he thrusts his finger in, his mouth quickly joins his thumb to their assault on your over-stimulated clit and where his tongue soothes his finger flicks and you just can't help but pop your head up to look at him. Your stomach churns as you watch the sight that lays before you, pushing that knot that's tied low in your abdomen to finally seek the sweet feeling of freedom.

Your body is going limp. Your thighs are clamped around him, pressing his ears but Bakugo is restless, determined to bring out the worst -or best- noises that he can, his mind set on trying to coax an orgasm out of you and his tongue is what's going to help him get what he wants. He takes pride in the fact that you're this undone when he has to guess half of the things he's doing to you.

He retreats to himself, to wipe what's dripping down his chin and neck, to be able to drown himself even more in you. And there goes the back of his hand wiping at his mouth and he looks absolutely feral, as if he's about to devour you and you can't help but yelp, pussy throbbing as you try and get some friction from the still, thick finger that's filling you up.

Katsuki puts his mouth on your thigh again, this time biting down hungrily, sucking the plushy skin into his mouth and he attacks another spot the moment you try to beg for him to stop, to focus on you again, but if anything porn has taught him is that he needs to take his time -frankly because it's never shown in it; porn is a rub and go, it's supposed to serve for these short moments that you need to take care of yourself and Katsuki's smart enough to know this isn't most definitely what doesn't happen in real life.

When he forces your legs open once again, spitting on you more forcefully than before and hears as you cry out, as you squirm into his touch he's sure he got this right. You're at a loss of words and when he doesn't know what to do he knows he can't expect an instruction anymore. It makes him smug and it feeds his ego to see you spent like that. And so, when trying to get another delicious reaction out of you and puts a second finger into you, he hisses and feels your cunt clench around him, throbbing. He stirs his fingers inside your syrupy walls until his digits are nice and snug inside of you.

Your hand reaches down, fingers running through blond locks to keep him close to you and he hopes you don't see the way he's grinning against you

"Hit-ah- thrust your fingers in and hit on that spot to where your pads are touching -fuck" You mewl and the blush on his face his back, his cock throbbing as he suddenly feels your foot rub against him, wiggling into the band of his sweats.

He moans against you, but drowns it with his tongue attacking you again. You pull on his hair tighter and he loves it, he just loves the pain of it so much that he starts nibbling on you, hitting that spongy spot inside of you just like you said and this time there's no smiling, no grinning, just him, his tongue and his fingers ruining you, while you're crying out and bucking against his face. It's raw, primal, and he moans uncontrollably at your taste and the pride inside his chest for what he's making you feel.

"Katsuki, that's- that's goo-good" You choke as if to say that it's enough but you don't try to push him back, it's written in your eyes as you're looking at him that you want him to make you cum. "Fuck I'm gonna- 'm gonna-"

He moans against you, slowly sucking your folds into his mouth before bullying his fingers deeper into you until he feels your legs go slack, your hands grabbing onto his hair like crazy, painfully, until your knuckles turn white. It's then that you come undone in streaks of clear as you cry out curses, you feel like you're gushing, your stomach going numb as you feel yourself free of all that pent up pressure.

For a few seconds all you can see is white. Everything is sensitive and numb and you can't even begin to acknowledge Katsuki between your legs. You're in euphoria, calm and serene when you hear him chuckle, it's only then that your eyes open, lazily looking into his before you almost choke on your own spit.

His whole face is covered in wetness, his hoodie is strained on the front; even his hands on your thighs - still keeping them pried open- are covered in sleek and you don't have enough time to realise if all that is from you overflowing or squirting before he cockily runs his mouth against you.

"Fuck, has anybody ever made you squirt like this before?" He asks, eyes glaring at your clit when his right hand sets your leg free and comes to join your foot inside his sweats. He gives a pump to his cock.

"No, no I've never even squirted before" You say and you try to keep your composure.

"Fuck" He licks another strip up your slit and you jolt

"I'm so sorry, so sorry-"

"What are you apologizing for idiot, that's so fucking hot, so hot" He repeats and finally he pushes up, seating himself onto his ass.

Where did all his shyness go? Was it lost in the process of driving you insane with his tongue game? Not that it would be surprising, you know, yet you decide be deserves the praise either way"I knew you'd do well though, you do everything so well, even if it's your first time"

The whining in your voice is ruining him so much and his cock throbs in his hand again. He's so sweet when joins his fingers with your own and trails your hand on him, over his other hand. He even hisses when the pads of your digits touch his tip.

That doe eye look of his is back again and your core starts blazing up immediately. He brings his face inches away from yours, lips slowly wrapping against the lobe of your ear.

"I was wondering if you could teach me how to rub one off the right way?"

"Yeah," You choke "sure I can do that"

Your shaky fingers are reluctantly going to grip on the edges of his hoodie to try and pull it off, you can't have him get too hot, right? You're going to have to take real care of him since you can't say no to him either way.

The only thing you can do is try to compose the text you're going to send Kirishima and Jirou right after tonight is done.

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holy im speechless

Beach day with Katsuki + grinding and cuddling with him underwater in a sea cave. 🤧🥰

Pairing: Bakugo x fem!reader

Tags // Warnings: NSFW-ish, MDNI, grinding underwater, loads of kissing, fluff, i might write smut for this

Unbeknownst to him, Katsuki is the funniest person in existence and today, every time you look at him, you giggle a little more.

Maybe it’s because he’s too huge for the pedal boat the two of you rented for the day, or maybe because he looks ghostly white from the amount of sunscreen on his face. Or it’s both, paired with his ridiculous long sleeved white shirt that he said is specifically for swimming, while he’s peddling in the middle of sea.

Then again, it’s the ‘one piece’ style hat as well.

You’re not even sure when the laughing started—maybe when you first caught sight of Katsuki trying to stuff his long legs under the tiny canopy of the pedal boat, scowling like it personally offended him. 

Or maybe it was when he insisted on applying a “proper layer” of SPF 100, smearing it across his nose and cheeks with the precision of a soldier applying war paint. Either way, it’s been downhill— rather, down current— since.

Because now, as he continues pedalling furiously across the open sea in his bright white rashguard, sleeves pulled all the way down despite the heat, face ghostly pale with the overzealous application of sunscreen, and his wide-brimmed fisherman hat flopping slightly with every gust of wind—you lose it again.

You giggle. Just a little at first.

He glances over his shoulder. “What.”

You bite your lip, shaking your head. “Nothing.”

But it’s not nothing. It’s quite literally everything.

It’s the way his knees keep hitting the bottom of the console, his arms comically too broad for the flimsy little steering lever. It’s the hat string tied snug under his chin like a five-year-old on a field trip. It’s the gruff, sun-drenched expression of a man trying to maintain dignity while slowly being baked alive by the sun and his own fashion choices.

“You’re laughin’ again.”

“I’m not.”

“You are. You’re lookin’ at me and laughin’, what the fuck is this funny?!”

You snort, trying to hide your grin behind your water bottle. “You’re funny.”

A new wave of laughter hits you and this time Katsuki shows his annoyance by painting it on his face. He squints his eyes and pouts, jaw almost slack to the side, nose scrunched “I’m careful of the sun. Im not funny”

“You are. You look like a diver ghost trying to cosplay as a sailor.”

He narrows his eyes at you, hat brim casting the perfect dramatic shadow across his sunscreen-smeared face. “You wanna swim back to shore?”

You burst out laughing, the kind that makes your stomach ache and tears well at the corners of your eyes. He glares, cheeks just barely turning pink beneath the layer of zinc.

But you see the tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth, the glint of embarrassment in his eyes and way past him, finally, the shore of the tiny piece of land in the middle of the shallow part of the ocean where there should be sea caves to explore.

“You’re so cute though Kats”

“Tch-whatever”

By some miracle—and Katsuki’s terrifying leg strength—you actually make it to the island without capsizing. It’s not much more than a slab of rock in the sea, scattered with tide pools and jagged inlets, but it’s quiet, glimmering under the sun like a secret.

Katsuki hops out first, water splashing around his calves. He grabs the edge of the boat and steadies it so you can step out—like he hasn’t just spent twenty minutes being heckled by you nonstop.

“Thanks,” you say innocently, taking his hand as he helps you onto the slippery rocks.

“‘Course,” he mutters, eyes flicking down to your feet like he’s trying not to look anywhere else. “Don’t slip, babe.”

The sun glints off the water, the air smells like brine and sunscreen, and everything feels a little too golden. You wander inland a few steps, the soles of your sandals squelching as you step over barnacles and shallow tide pools. Somewhere up ahead, under the overhang of rock, a dark slit in the stone opens up into a shallow cave.

“Oh,” you grin, turning over your shoulder. “That’s definitely swimmable.”

Katsuki squints at it. “Bet it’s cold as hell.”

“You scared?”

His brow twitches. “No.”

“I think you are.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

He steps forward suddenly, casting a shadow over you, his hat flopping forward like an exclamation mark. “Say that again.”

You’re grinning, not backing down. “You’re scared.”

Without warning, he bends down and throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. You shriek—startled, laughing, kicking gently at the air as he stalks toward the cave entrance with you dangling upside down.

“Katsuki! Don’t you dare—”

“Too late,” he growls, amused and smug, wading into the water. “Say I’m funny again.”

“You are—you’re the funniest man alive—Katsuki, seriously—!”

And then you’re dropped.

Not hard—just enough for your legs to splash into the cold seawater with a high-pitched yelp as he lets go of your thighs. You scramble up, soaked and squealing, water rushing around your waist as you shove at his chest. He just smirks, towering, smug as hell, droplets clinging to his lashes.

You splash him back, hard, both hands against the center of his chest. He barely budges, but the water does, sending a spray straight into his smug face.

“Asshole,” you mutter, squinting at him through the salt. “This shirt isn’t even for swimming.”

“Yes it is,” he fires back immediately, swiping water from his eyes. “It’s UV-protective.”

“It’s ugly-protective.”

Katsuki scoffs like he’s offended, but his grin gives him away. “You’re pushin’ it.”

“Or what? You’ll throw me back in?” You gesture to the waist-deep water, arms flung out. “Go ahead, I’m already soaked.”

He stares at you for a beat too long. You can hear the waves lapping gently against the cave wall behind him, the muffled echoes of water in stone. The cave’s mouth darkens the light just enough that the world feels cooler in here, more private. Your laughter settles into your skin like warmth, like the sun above.

Katsuki’s smile fades into something softer.

He doesn’t answer with words—just wades in closer. His hands find your hips under the water, fingers curling with the casual certainty of someone who knows he’s allowed to touch you like this. You blink up at him, water dripping down your temples, your hair sticking wet and cold to your cheeks.

You reach up and gently push wet bangs from his eyes—those sea-glinting, vermillion eyes that always look a little wild when he’s outside, untamed by four walls or mission structure. “You’ve got sunscreen on your eyebrows,” you murmur.

He rasps a laugh. “Don’t fuckin’ care.”

You lean in. Press your mouth to his in a kiss that tastes like salt and sun and the tinny sweetness of your water bottle. His lips are hot and dry and then not—they part, wet now, his breath low and uneven against your cheek as he leans down into you, both of you half-floating in the cool sea.

It’s unhurried. Lazy and warm and something else, too. Something that simmers right under the surface.

His hand slips down your back,  tracing the dip of your spine. The heat of his palm feels sharp against the coolness of your skin, and you shiver—but definitely not from the temperature of the water.

You tilt your head and kiss him again. Deeper this time. He makes a sound at the back of his throat, quiet and wrecked, like you’ve caught him off guard. His grip on you tightens—just slightly—and he walks you backwards until your hips hit the slippery rock ledge at the edge of the cave wall.

Water sloshes up, foams around your waist.

“Katsuki,” you breathe against his mouth.

He exhales, lips brushing yours as he kisses you again—slower now. Hands sliding up under the sides of your bottoms, knuckles grazing then the band of your bikini top. “Fuckin’—look at you,” he murmurs, forehead against yours. “Drippin’, laughin’ like that, makin’ fun of me…”

You grin lazily. “You liked it.”

“Did not.” He pouts

“You love it when I tease you.”

He leans in and kisses your jaw, your cheek, just beneath your ear where his breath makes your skin rise in goosebumps. “I like shuttin’ you up.”

“Mmm.” You tangle your fingers in his hair, damp and briny, push it back so you can see the flush rising on his cheeks. His hat is long gone, washed back into the sea like a tiny white flag of surrender, housing his silly UV protective shirt in it as well. For a second you chuckle at the thought.

He looks beautiful like this—messy and wet and glowing, skin ever so slightly kissed by the sun and heat and your hands.

“Then shut me up,” you whisper.

And oh well he does.

Not all at once—he’s too deliberate for that. His kisses turn slow again, wet and open-mouthed, tasting you like he’s letting the heat build in his chest before it bursts. His hand slips under your thigh, lifts your leg around his waist so he can press closer, even though you’re both still half-submerged in seawater. It doesn’t matter. Everything feels far away except the friction of his body and the way he holds you like he’s trying not to lose control in the middle of an Okinawa island.

It’s slow. It’s messy. And it’s summer—thick and golden and heavy in the air between you.

And when he finally pulls back, breathing hard, hands still curled around you like he might pull you under, you rest your forehead against his and smile through the salt on your lips. 

“You still look ridiculous,” you murmur before licking your lips “And you taste like sunscreen”

“Yeah,” he grumbles. “But now you’re wet and clingin’ to me, so who really won here?”

You laugh, low and breathless. “Shut up.”

He kisses you again. And this time, you let the water take you both.

You don’t know how long you stay like that—held against him, half-kissing, half-laughing in the shadow of the cave—but at some point, the heat gives way to something quieter. Softer. The rush of saltwater settles around you like a warm hush, your limbs suspended, your thoughts weightless.

Katsuki’s arms stay locked around you, solid beneath the surface, palms smoothing over your back as if anchoring himself just as much as you. His thumb brushes slow circles against your spine, and your fingers stay curled in his hair, gently scraping at his scalp. You think he likes that, from the way his shoulders drop just a little, from the breath that stutters out of him like he’s finally letting go.

Your chest presses to his. Stomach to stomach, hips to hips. Nothing between you but warm seawater and soaked layers of fabric that stick in all the wrong places.

You shift, just slightly, adjusting your hold on his waist—but that’s all it takes for your pelvis to slot directly against his. You freeze.

So does he.

The contact is faint—filtered through your swimsuit, through his swim shorts, through the fluid drag of the water—but it’s unmistakably… there. Real. And close. His body is warm beneath yours in the cold water, legs braced wide, feet anchored to the rocky sea floor as if he knows the second he moves, he’ll give himself away.

You don’t move. Not yet. Your lips hover just beside his ear, and nearly trembling with a soft whine.

“Kats,” you murmur.

He makes a sound. Low, nearly voiceless—like a caught breath, or a confession too small to speak. His hands slide lower, splaying across your waist now, thumbs brushing your ribs as he tries—badly—not to shift against you.

He doesn’t want to let you know how hard he is from grinding against you underwater… But your thighs tighten around him.

You pull him closer, wrapping both legs around his hips with a lazy sort of slowness. The water makes it feel effortless, sensual in a way dry land never could. Skin glides over skin without resistance, your bodies suspended, pressed together in a floaty kind of weightlessness that feels too intimate for daylight.

Your forehead rests against his. “Feels nice like this,” you whisper, voice thick with heat.

He doesn’t answer right away. His eyes are dark, half-lidded, mouth parted like he forgot how to close it. But he’s blushing—bright and sharp across the top of his cheeks, even beneath the faint smudge of sunscreen. And not just there. It trails down his neck, creeping beneath his collarbones like warmth spreading from inside him out.

His hands tighten on your waist. “You’re not helpin’,” he grunts, voice rough and low.

“Helpin’ with what?” you tease, nudging your nose against his cheek. “I’m just swimmin’.”

“You’re—fuckin’—” He groans under his breath, the sound vibrating against your collarbone. “You’re grindin’ on me like that and sayin’ you’re swimmin’?”

“You didn’t say stop.”

“Didn’t say keep goin’.”

“Then stop me.”

He doesn’t—Of course he doesn’t.

Instead, his grip slips under your thighs, fingers digging in as he lifts you higher, tilts you just slightly until your core rubs right over and against his. The sensation is muted but unmistakable, heat blooming in your gut, your pulse syncing with the lazy roll of your hips. The water licks at your skin, cool in contrast to the fire rising in your stomach, and Katsuki watches you like he’s somewhere between wrecked and mesmerized.

Your lips find his again—slower this time. Deeper. Salt and sun and breath shared back and forth as you move against him, as the gentle waves lap at your sides like they’re urging you on.

“You feel good,” you murmur between kisses, and you feel him tense—just briefly—before relaxing into you again, letting the truth of your words melt him a little even if he’s hiding from the sun.

“So do you,” he grits out. “Too good.”

You smile into his mouth, pressing your forehead back to his. His hair’s wet, matted, dripping over his blond brows in messy clumps, and you push it away again with gentle, pruney fingers.

There’s a silence between you then, charged by the soft sound of water and lust. Like the sea itself has paused to let this moment happen and in it, you feel everything.

His heartbeat through his chest.

His breath on your cheek.

The twitch of restraint in his thighs.

The unmistakable swell of tension between your hips, straining against its own boundaries in the water.

“You gonna lose it if I keep doing this?” you whisper.

Katsuki exhales shakily. “Fuckin’ maybe.”

And god—you like that. The admission. The edge in it. How he wants to be good for you, even when his body’s fighting against it.

You kiss his neck, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Then maybe we save the rest for when we get back.”

“You’re so evil,” he mumbles, voice hoarse, lips pouty.

“You like it.”

He doesn’t deny it. He just kisses you again, deeper now, like he’s holding himself together with your mouth. Like if you just keep kissing, he might make it back to shore in one piece.

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[lissdiary]

prof!izuku who loves to come home to you after teaching his students all day. his tie loose, and his collar unbuttoned. he sets his brief case down on the counter, watching you come down the stairs to greet him. you give him a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck before he picks you up by your waist. settling you down on your couch, “zuku..? w-what’s going on-“ he sets himself down on his knees infront of you, in between your legs. “long day, missed you so bad princess..” he tugs your shorts off before disappearing into your thighs

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katsuki bakugo who comes home after a big fight that lasted all night. his adrenaline high, face scrapped up, & his knuckles bruised. he’s heavy breathing, catching his breath but by the time he gets to your shared bed, you sit up, worried. all it takes is for him to see your face before grabbing your chin and kissing you. he needed to reassure himself that this was real, that you were real. “‘m sorry baby, i’m fine. just needed that..”

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boyfriend bakugou texts for da soul

˖⋆࿐໋ . fem!reader . crack

˖⋆࿐໋ . katsuki

my god, love’s embarrassing as hell

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omgghjugff i love this

13 hours // katsuki bakugou smau

when you're abroad for an internship and he's starting to lose it

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pressure to party // katsuki bakugou

when he clearly has a favorite roommate

a/n: so there was indeed supposed to be a written portion with this but it was too srs n i just needed to make something silly <\3 roomie kats in my brain is sssssoooooooooooooo rated r i think i would go crazy

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mha tag: @lotuslovers @babylambdietcoke @0skullyard0 @kaldurahms-lover @commonmisery @moonstonejpg @twoplayergaymers @simp-plague @xvilluis @haruhi269 @starliightfiend @k0z3me @straows

katsuki tag: @bitchyfestivalbouquet @kaldurahms-lover

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First time fucking Katsuki and his phone won’t stop ringing.

It’s taken so much patience to get to this point in your relationship with him. There were so many things to work past to even be in his bed right now. Insecurities, misunderstandings, inexperience, interruptions, timing. EVERYTHING has been an obstacle.

Now, finally, he has you here underneath him. He’s hard as a fucking rock after making you cum on his fingers. He wanted you to be prepared to take him completely. You looked at him like you might as well have had hearts in your eyes. You were both ready.

Just as he began to pull out his leaking cock from his boxers, his phone rang. You both paused to look over. He grabbed his phone with a swiftness that almost skipped your eyes to decline the call. You smiled at him before he reached for his boxers again.

He didn’t even get to pull them down before his phone rang again. His face contorted into a furious expression. Turning your head, you noticed the caller ID. It was Kaminari, probably asking about when you guys were gonna pull up to the random function that the group wanted you guys to come to.

Katsuki grabbed his phone and silenced it. He turned your head and kissed you deeply, trying to preserve the mood. It didn’t take long for the lust was back full force. He lined up his cock to your entrance, opening his mouth to ask you if you were ready. He only got half a sentence out before the ringing began again.

You have known Katsuki for a LONG time, but you had never seen him this type of pissed. His brows were furrowed deeply to enhance his aggressive scowl. Red cheeks were the only clue that this wasn’t pure anger, but instead blood boiling sexual frustration.

“Maybe we should get going, yeah?”

You offered, reaching for your bra while you began to get up.

“It’s just that fucking-“

He couldn’t even get a sentence out without gritting his teeth. You smiled at him again.

“They probably really want us to go. We haven’t been out with the group in a bit. Cmon, we’ll just try for when we get back-“

You practically jumped out of your skin at the sound of explosions. The pair of phones were now in shambles on the floor.

“YOU BLEW THEM UP?!”

He looked satisfied with his decision. There wasn’t an inch of regret on his face as he dove his head down to your delicate skin.

The complaints died on your tongue as he took your nipple into his mouth and lined himself up against you.

“I’ll buy new ones tomorrow. Open up for me, Pretty.”

[lissdiary]

katsuki definitely has your initials engraved onto his gauntlets, or he keeps a polariod picture of you in his car.

[lissdiary]

hi everyone !! sorry to be gone for a while but i just started uni & i needed time to adjust in order. will get back to write soon !! xx

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"the fuck?" was the first thing that came out of katsuki bakugou's mouth as he stared at his phone in his hands.

dress to impress.

you snicker, mentally patting yourself on the back as he walks his avatar around, the bewildered look on his face turning into a comical look of disgust.

"this is a fuckin' dress up game." he scoffed, about to turn off his phone, only pausing as you grab his wrist. "c'mon kat, play with me!"

he stares at you.

you stare at him, pleading with your eyes.

"...fine. i'm only doing this shit once." you giggle, pulling out your phone and opening roblox, making a mental note to change katsuki's roblox avatar and joined him in the game, walking around his avatar.

The theme popped up and you groan, frowning at the screen.

"....acubi? what the fuck is an acubi? is that some sort of fuckin cheese?"

you snicker, deciding not to help him out. he would learn on his own. his avatar followed you around like a lost puppy, several grumbles of complaint sounding beside you.

"...ew. why are all the faces so trashy."

"they're not trashy, it's just how it i-" your eyes widened as you finally took a glance of his rather... atrocious avatar. (that was the only way to make it sound nice)

"W-Why is your skin orange? Why are you an ora- KATSUKI ARE YOU A CHEESE?!"

"WASN'T THAT THE FUCKING THEME?!"

you cackled, the timer ticking to its last second. katsuki glared at you, before turning his attention back to the screen. "all of them are shit." he mutters, his eyes widening as he saw your avatar.

"...eh. its decent." you smugly grin at the compliment, resisting the urge to laugh again as katsuki finally entered the stage.

in his orange, cheesy, glory.

he didn't even bothering posing, instead typing out a simple " I thought the theme was about cheese."

you gave him three stars (because you were competitive and wanted to win) much to the fury of katsuki (who gave you a four stars because he loved you)

and the podium was revealed.

you were in second place (which wasn't bad) but the avatar who was in first was....

"kATSUKI?!"

katsuki and his cheese avatar, won first place.

a slow smirk formed across his face and he turned towards you, a insufferable look of triumph on his insufferably proud face.

"...maybe this game isn't so fuckin' bad after all."

[lissdiary]

MERCH GIRL

Pro hero!Bakugou x Model!Reader

When Bakugou debuts as a pro hero he becomes popular overnight due to everyone knowing him since he was a first year at UA. Because of that his team are already in the works for his clothing merch. When it's time to do the promotion they hire you to model in his merch.

When he first meets you he doesn't know why he's drawn to you, when you ask him what specific shot he wants you to do he just doesn't answer and stares at you. You are confused and think you've done something wrong so you ask him if there's something wrong, and he just yells that he was thinking and tells you how to pose.

The past week of shooting you guys get to know each other more and talk a lot behind the scenes. However when you are around him, Bakugou has been fighting with himself to what this feeling is he has with you. Why does his heart rate increase whenever you talk to him? Why can't he take his eyes off of you when you are in front of the camera? And why does he lose his breath every time he sees you wearing his merch?

You're just a model he thinks, models are supposed to be good looking. However, when he sees the other models that are shooting for his merch, he feels nothing with them like he does when he sees you. When shooting is done his team throws a launch party for it and invites everyone who worked on the shooting, including you.

During the party he is a nervous wreck because you are a feet away from him, talking to the other models. You look stunning in that dress, he thinks you are the most beautiful person in the whole room. Since he's nervous, he hasn't talked to you at all during the party. That makes you feel a little sad, you truly liked him and thought you two had grown close during the shoot.

Bakugou pushes the nervous feeling down and leaves his friends to go talk to you, during the time you guys are chatting he finally realizes that he likes you a lot. So he just takes a deep breath and interrupts the conversation you guys were having and just asks you if you want to go out on a date. This catches you off guard, but smile at him and say yes. You are definitely going to keep on modeling for his merch he thinks.

A/N: I wanted to post this before I get busy with college:(

Thank you so much @peachsukii for helping me with this!! I couldn’t have posted this sooner without your help!!(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[lissdiary]

When you and Bakugo got married, he made it very clear that he wanted a ton of kids. of course, you didn't want like 12 kids, and you told him that, but he completely ignored you and looked right at you and said "I don't care, you are my wife, and I expect you to give me some brats"

you were (rightfully so) offended by this and you countered saying: "well if I have to pop out a bunch of kids for you then I better be able to quit my job, and become a stay-at-home mom, and get my nails done and my hair done whenever I want. and I want you to pay for everything and buy me clothes and flowers and chocolates all the time" thinking it would shut him up about having a mini army

but your plan backfired and just like that you became a pregnant, stay-at-home mom with 4 kids, no responsibilities (other than the kids), and a loving husband who came home with gifts every night. and despite the smug grins from your husband and the stress of having a bunch of kiddos running around you wouldn't have it any other way

[lissdiary]

CASH i feel like bakugou would be the type to kiss your shoulders ESPECIALLY if he's behind you.. just wraps his arms around you and places some kisses on your shoulder (some itching just a tad bit too close to your neck teehee)

AAZZZZUGHH. AUGHHHH ????? IM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH,A,AB

omg omg and that last line ??? you're trying to kill me.

n then pro hero suki omg. he is 100% a shoulder kisser (and biter lol). you cannot convince me otherwise and especially when you wear something that reveals them to him?? it's free real estate at this point. yes dead meme usage is necessary.

hes very much treading the fine line like,, the first kiss is sweet, yknow ? it's a cute little shoulder kiss to let you know he's there. it's nice, it's sweet. but then he realises you smell really good, and there's another one. and then he's holding onto your shoulders for the third one. huffing into your skin and then it's a little rapid fire of little smooches to make you giggle n try to shrug him off, to which he always grumbles about. he sorta takes it as a challenge, you're trying to keep him away ? he'll get even closer. and then uh oh, he's kissing all up your neck n nape n stuff. he will absolutely just do this in public and you very much have to remind him he is lolol. and with his stupidly handsome smirk he goes "what's up ? m'not doin' anything bad. "

ERRRAAAGHH SOMEBODY SEDATE ME.