#bakugou x afab!reader

[shutit-haha]

"Katsuki," you swayed, "I think I might have been roofied."

"What!?" He gives himself whiplash from how fast he turns, neck cracking and muscles giving a slight pull. The two of you are in some damn frat house because someone invited you and you REALLY wanted to go. Knowing full well that you would stay here for an hour tops, half-hour if everything was already in full swing. This was certainly knew though, I mean 45 minutes in and you've been ROOFIED!

"I said," you leaned against him. Closing your eyes and attempting to take deep breaths even though those very same breaths seemed to make it feel worse. "Sorry Kat," you grabbed at him tightly with your hand. "My stomach's getting all swirly."

He goes into full fucking panic mode. His large hands wraps around your arm a little too tightly dragging you into the crowd with him. He's moving like a fucking linebacker just shoving whoever's in his way. The blonde takes a sharp left turn around a corner yanking you into a hallway with him. The lights here are shut off making it damn near pitch black. His shoulder slams into strangers making out and dry humping and the two of you cringe at the moans that come from the many bedrooms. The floor underneath your feet is sticky, and with the way you feel right now it's a fight just to rip yourself off the wood. Your muscles feel heavy, eyes barely open. The world keeps swirling and spinning, bright colors popping out at you even in the darkness. There's this terrible throbbing between your legs, making your thighs tremble slightly.

"Kat," you whine. He kicks open the bathroom door throwing out the couple currently occupying the space.

"Yea," he gently guides you over to the toilet bowl. "Wait actually don't fucking touch anything in here, it's all disgusting. Bastards don't know how to fuckin act." He's tugging you out into the hallway again, the couple from just a few seconds ago scurrying back in.

"Katsuki," your legs are struggling to keep up. You feel weak in the knees, stumbling over yourself as a result. Your hearing comes and goes, a war between absolute silence and migraine inducing noise. "Bakugo I can't," air escapes you in huffed breaths. "I can't keep up, please," you beg him.

The blonde -still rushing for a reason you don't understand anymore- scoops you up in his arms. "I'm gonna get that shit out of your system, and kill that asshole. Fuckin scum, piece of shit doesn't deserve to walk the earth." He grumbles clutching on to you even tighter. Your brain is so fuzzy you giggle at his silly words. "What," he looks down at you for a quick second.

"Hot, Kat. Tired," you yawn. Moving with large strides Bakugo carries the two of you out of the fraternity. You shiver the moment the cool air hits your sweating skin. "Cold," you whine curling into him and wrapping tightly around his neck. The poor man chokes with the grip you've got him in. How the hell is he expected to breath in a condition like this?! Not only that but you're pressed flush against him with the way you've twisted yourself around.

"HAH, didn't you jus' fuckin say you where hot?!"

"I'm hot on the inside Katsuki," you screech and wail. You say it like it's common knowledge and it kills him a little. "Wait," your hands fly outward. "I got throw up." The man damn near drops you, only half careful of how he's handling you. Your feet hit the ground and you bend at the ankles and then knees. Just as you're situated it all hurls itself back up. It's ok though, because he's here to hold back your hair for you.

"Gotta get your dumbass home," he mumbles under his breath. You whine bringing your hand up to your mouth to wipe away the mess, only for Bakugo to grab at your wrist. "Don't you fuckin' dare, that shit's gross."

"How am I supposed to clean myself," you look up at him with big blown pupils. Your lashes leave long shadows on your face from the streetlight, lips puffy from whatever drug was forced into your system. There's water lining the bottom of your eyes, a result from emptying your guts, and you're still so hot.

"Just hold on a minute, dammit." His head whips around in search of something, though to no one's surprise there's not much to clean with on the front lawn. His eyes fix onto the door, resignation settling in. "Don't you fucking move from here," he points down at you aggressively. "Do you understand?"

You nod absentmindedly, hand coming up to your mouth once again.

"Don't do that shit! Just sit still dammit, I'll be right back." He hates having to run back into that fucking mess of a party. It reeks worse than it did before, the odor much more noticeable after breathing in some fresh fucking air. He fears that if he makes the wrong step he'll roll his ankle from the sticky floor, and then theirs all the bodies. These jiggling, sweaty bodies, in sync and yet still so far off beat. He's quick, bulldozing through all those extras to get to where he's going. You've been fucking drugged by one of these damn creeps and part of Bakugo worries that they'll find you while you're all alone out there.

"Katsuki," big gooey smile, when he emerges back outside. A shiver racks through him, the cold catching him off guard. He immediately steels himself right afterward determined not to let it happen again. "Katsuki," you sing, "kat-suki, suki, kat. kat, suki," you giggle and then smile. You're clearly out of your damn mind, body rocking back and forth while your hands grip onto your ankles tightly. You look like a fucking kindergartener, at the thought of that he snorts.

"Here," he throws the whole paper towel roll at you.

"Thank yoou," more singing, and an even bigger grin.

He only spares you a couple seconds to clean yourself before he's yanking you up onto your feet. The rough skin of his hand wraps around your elbow, and you stumble right into his side. The roll is hugged close to your buddy like some sort of stuffed animal, thighs pressed together tightly. "Can you carry me again?" Your eyes fall shut sleepily, cheek resting against his hard shoulder.

"Hah!?"

"Please," your hip presses against his now. "Please, I'll kiss you if you'll do it for me."

"Don't say that shit," his cheeks dust pink like a school boy.

You giggle, "I'll kiss you even if you don't pick me up." Paper towel roll still pressed against your chest, you lean into him lips grazing under his jaw. "I wanna kiss you," you hum breathing in his scent.

"Don't say that shit!"

"But I wanna kiss someone," you whine.

"Someone?"

"Anyone," you kiss the flesh at his jaw and neck.

"That shit's getting to you."

You nod absentmindedly again, placing another kiss on his warm skin. "Mhm, I think so."

"I'm taking you home," he bends at the knees slightly begrudgingly picking you up.

"Mmmm," you hum, "I like the sound of that."

He squeezes your thighs harshly receiving a slight hiss from you. "Gotta fucking behave if I'm gonna be doing this shit for you. Not gonna fucking baby you for you to be a brat."

Your arms wrap around his neck bringing yourself as close to him as possible. That damn paper towel roll still smooshed between the two of you. "Does that mean you're gonna punish me?" It was said so innocently, still made his cock twitch.

"Don't say that shit," he growls at you, jostling your body as a way of adjusting himself.

"I'm sorry," you kiss his neck, "I'm sorry."

"Don't do that shit either."

"But," you grind against his abs, "I need to feel something."

"Not me! Take care of yourself later," the thought of you touching yourself quickly popped into his head. Once again he was jostling you to adjust his pants.

"You feel so good," another innocent comment as you grind yourself against him.

"What's I say about behaving," he snaps at you.

"But you said to take care of myself."

"Later!"

"Are you gonna punish me now?"

Thank god the car was coming into view. "Oi! I'll fucking drop you!" He hakes his head, "the hells your obsession with that shit."

You shrug, "like how your hands feel on my ass." Another kiss to his neck, and then your hips jolt on their own grinding against his hard abs. This time you just can't stop yourself, the pit of your stomach feels like it's on fire and the way your muscles are contracting- you just have to. You need too.

"Hey," some part of his subconscious had clearly been paying attention to you. The part about his hands, and the punishment, because his hand came up and then down in one sudden slap. You could hear it whoosh in the air, and then that crackle when it met your rear. You stilled, moaning and arching your back. He nearly fucking dropped you, the one hand holding you completely unprepared for that hell of an arch.

"Fuck," you panted. Your lips kissed a trail up his neck and then nipped the skin behind his ear. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry d-" You bit your lip, suppressing what so desperately wanted to be said.

He fucking dropped you.

Your legs where shaky, knees buckling soon as your feet hit the floor. You expected to fall onto your knees just like you did on the lawn, but he slammed you up against the car. Your back roughly hit the metal, one hand keeping your hip trapped against it, the other hand keeping hold of your wrist. "You're driving me fucking crazy you know that," he spat in your face. His breath fanned against your skin, eyes burning. "I have no clue what that fucker gave you but-"

You kissed him, hips wiggly in his hand in search of friction. He bit your bottom lip, teeth sinking into plush, your back arched. "Fuck me, please. Please just fuck me, swear I'll stop after that. It'll make it stop just fuck me please just-"

He leaned back in, mouths smashing together, teeth clinking just before he forces his tongue in catching a taste of your mouth. Aphrodisiac, "bastard gave you a fucking rape drug."

You shake your head, hips wiggling with more vigor. "No want it," you breath heavily, "want it."

He shoves you aside, opening the passenger door for you, "just the drug."

"No," you're crying now. Hand venturing down to your waist band to give yourself some kind of relief. "Want you," you bite your lip when your hand grazes your clit. "I-" pant, "want you." All your weight is held up by the car, eyes shut to better see the fantasies. "Fuck," you groan.

He doesn't know what to do, he's kind of just watching you. It feels gross, feels wrong but, fuck he likes it. Mouth agape while you fuck yourself to him. It's not real. He's gonna wale up. It's just a wet dream, a movie.

"Wanted you since-" gulp, "that compression shirt, at the- at the gym." You whimper at that, "sweat, nipples were hard." Your eyes open all half lidded and hazy, pupils having consumed whatever color was once there. Your sclera isn't even visible anymore. "You're such a whore," as if your fucking pussy wasn't literally squelching right now.

That was it for him, you weren't gonna fucking insult him like that. As if you were some fucking saint. Yeah, right. He slams the passenger door shut, the back door flying open followed by him quickly shoving you into the car. Your back bounces on the leather seats, one hand quickly rushing to yank down your pants and underwear. The burly man climbs in right after you moving with quick hast, he shuts the door behind him with another loud slam.

"Keep that fucking mouth shut," hand squeezing a the sides of your throat. He's fucked once or twice, never like this. In the back of his car, cock aching, in such a hurry. With the way you were acting it seems like it's only take a couple strokes before you tapped out, you had already been edging yourself in a way. (I mean with you grinding and whatever else and him stopping you every other five seconds.)

He unbuttons his jeans, briefly thinking about turning on the air-conditioning only to decide against it. Fuck it, let the windows fog up. (That'd be new too.) Katsuki doesn't even unzip his pants he just tugs at the sides and forces the zipper to go down itself. You brely catch a glimpse of his boxers before those too are tugged down his muscled thighs. Damn gym rat.

He rudely slaps away the hand you have between your legs, only to smack his dick against your clit. "Condom," you mutter.

"Didn't I say to shut up," it's a nasty snarl, yet still you have the balls to smile at him.

"Please," you spread your legs for him.

"Didn't bring one," fuck please don't tell him this is what's gonna cock block him. He'll fucking destroy this car with the amount of anger that wants to blow. Yet you ever so seductively reach into your bra and pull one out.

"Here." You take it between your teeth tearing at the packaging while he pumps himself. You pass it over to him, the wrapper gracefully falling somewhere underneath the seat, condom rolled on in a blink. No prep, just his dick getting shoved into you.

It's a stretch, a painful, hissing stretch. Your tugging at his shirt pulling it off of him while you adjust, his hands sliding up and under to unhook your bra. "Move," it's a command, an order. And despite his big fucking ego, he listens to you. One large hand placed next to your head, the either forcing your shirt up as it ghost over your body. Your scratching at his back, and rubbing his scalp. It's an odd combo of pain and pleasure for the both of you as a result. "More," you're shouting now, "more," you gasp.

"Take your shirt off," his voice is gravelly and out of breath. The hand once fondling with your breast is now gripping under your thigh. It's pushing your legs up and up and up, till they're resting right on top of his strong shoulders. Your pussy clenches around him upon feeling the muscle moving under your legs. His mouth comes down to suck your right nipple, eyes staring dead into yours.

Fuck you're cuming, quick with his name on your tongue. "Not fuckin' done," he groans, grinding into you with another thrust. "Don't even think about movin' didn't-" He hisses, "fuck, didn't get to cum yet." Another grind and then he's bringing a calloused finger to your clit.

"Katsuki..."

"Yeah baby," it's low and husky, drawing more slick from you.

"Was lying about the condom." He gives you a harsh thrust at that, clearly fucking pissed. "Don't give a shit about it," he nearly pulls all the way out to slam back in. "Just wanted to-"

"Get to the fuckin' point," other hand squeezing at your throat.

"Want you to come in me," you're fucking yelling. "Please," begging.

"Fuck baby, that's enough to make me come on the spot."

You whine at that, "no."

"No?"

"No, please. Inside please."

He pulls out, smirking when he sees how your walls clench around the empty space. "Missing me," he teases rolling off the condom carelessly dropping it onto the floor. In a snap he's back in, three strokes and then he's gone.

The liquid is fucking hot, it's scorching. You wanna taste, wish you would have gotten the chance to. The thought of that has your walls fluttering and coming a second time. Your eyes are all dazed and glossy, hair sticking to your neck and forehead. Carefully Katsuki pulls your shaking legs off his shoulders, while your hand reaches up to push his hair out of your face. "Fuck you're a brat," your lip tint smeared all over his lips.

It makes you smile all soft and gooey. "I'm tired now."

He snorts, pulling your underwear back onto you. "'Course you are," he tugs on his boxers and jeans. "Don't let any of that shit spill out you understand me?" He's pointing at you, face back to that scowl. You nod, pulling your pants back on. The both of you tug on your shirts, he moves to the front while you remain laying in the back. You find a sweater of his and tug it on while he starts the car, rolling down the windows to air the thing out.

"We're doing that shit at least one more time," he says pulling the car out of park.

"You're place or mine," you smile at him through the rearview mirror.

[mysicklove]

thots on kitty!bakugou getting his nipples played with for the first time? feels so good it scares him, i bet. good enough to break down his sense of pride to beg for you to get your wrap? hehe

𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄

Pairing: Sub! Bottom! Cat Hybrid! Bakugou x Dom! Top! AFAB! Reader

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Pegging, HEAVY nipple play, anal play, mention of collar, katsuki swears in like every sentence, nickname "kitty", hints of sadistic reader, pain/pleasure play ig.

A/N: I kinda changed it up just a tad anon im sorry lol. but i loved this idea so much i had to turn it into a fic. damn another fic that is not a kinktober one, ughhh

Your kitty has a very sensitive chest. Of course, Bakugou would never tell you this. You have a problem with bullying him a little bit, poking fun at him until he hisses at you, or teasing his body until he cries from frustration. Telling you about his nipples is a one-way ticket to mewling under you. He's not taking that ride.

So he hides it. Relatively well too; he tries his best not to press his ears back and whimper when you accidentally graze one of the buds. Instead, moving your hand away from his chest either up to his collar or beneath his pants.

You never suspected a thing. Just how Katsuki like it.

"Kitty, I'm home!" You chirp, opening the front door with a small content smile on your face. Katsuki peers up at you from the couch where he was napping, a frown plastered on his face.

"Why did you take so fucking long?" He complains, automatically getting up from the couch, and making his way over to you. He leans slightly leans down, and your hand reaches up to pet him. His ears twitch and he lets a gruff sigh at the feeling of your fingers.

"Sorry, Kats. There was a car accident on the way home. Traffic was bad. But anyways, how are you?"

He pulls away from you before he starts purring, his pride getting the better of him. "Fine. Dinner is getting cold."

He walks away toward the kitchen before you can respond, fixing you a plate while you sigh and slump against the dinner table chair. He sits down next to you, and you thank him. He lets out a grunt in response. The best you'll get out of him.

Dinner goes down relatively quietly. Katsuki isn't much of a talker, and you were tired from the day. You needed a little bit of energy before holding a conversation between you too.

"Want to do it tonight," He says finally breaking the comforting silence. 

You pause, looking up with a raised eyebrow. He doesn't make eye contact with you, but his cheeks are slightly pink. He tries to act all bold, but both of you know he always is so embarrassed to suggest these things. A prime subject to tease. "Do what?"

His ears fall back and he glares at you. "You know what."

You balance your head on your hand. "Hm?"

"Want to...Fuck." He sighs, staring at his bowl with bared teeth.

"You want me to fuck you?" You say, now grinning at him.

Katsuki dramatically stands up from the table, his face now blooming red. He leaves the bowl on the table, and his tail sways behind him. 

"Never mind. I'm going to bed."

You are up in an instant, chasing after him before he gets too far. Without really thinking much of it, you reach out from behind him and grab his chest, pulling his back against your front.

Katsuki doesn't have time to hide himself. He feels your hands grip accidentally grip his nipple, and he whimpers. Loud and shakily, while his eyes furrow to process the overbearing feeling.

The two of you freeze, both with wide eyes. He doesn't dare to move, afraid of what you'll say.

You loosen your grip slightly on his chest, and he lets out a breath of relief. But you don't dare to let him go, now intrigued. Slowly, your hands begin to run over his chest, taking notice of the way his breath hitches when you hit his nipples.

Your face curls with a feral grin, happy to find something new about your pet. "Oh, Kats. You didn't tell me you were so sensitive here."

His ears are pinned to his head, and he gulps. "Fuck you. 'm not"

You gently pinch his right nipple and his eyes widen, a broken whine falling from his lips. "Hmm? You sure, love?"

"Don't do that!" He pleads as he shrinks away from your fingers and into your chest, afraid you'll pinch him again.

You press a kiss to his neck in apology. Then you grab his hand and lead him into the bedroom. "Let's go fulfill your request, yeah kitty?"

He stares at the hand and then you, nervously. He knows you are going to abuse him, and he's not sure if he can take it, but on the other hand, he really wants to be fucked.

He's willing to take the risk. "Alright."

You know too much. Another thing to hold above his head. How is he ever going to escape your cruel hands if his body is so complaint with them?

"Fuck you! S-Stop! The teeth."

Your mouth has made his way to his chest in a matter of minutes of the two of you being in the bedroom. He is laying limp against the mattress, and your finger is moving in and out of his hole, prepping him for later.

But your current fixation was seeing how far he can go with his tits solely. You are still working on the intensity, and seeming to how Katsuki is dripping tears, it's probably too much for him. Your teeth barely even grazed him. "My fault. Didn't mean to, shhh don’t cry kitty."

He clenches his teeth together and the back of his arm covers his face, embarrassed about the tears You begin kitten licking the nipple and he sniffles, being okay with this sort of pressure.

Gently, you reassure yourself and your fingers continue their prodding. He has already taken two of them, and now you are scissoring the hole. He was taking them well, moaning gently under you with no complaint.

You gently begin to to suck, and the cat let's out a shaky moan. Not a whimper or a cry, a better sign. Your other hand travels to his other side and you gently travel circles around the pink nub. His back arches slightly and his mouth opens.

“There ya go. See we did it Kats. Doesn't hurt so bad now, hmm?”

He gulps, slightly gripping onto the sheets from the prodding sensation and your antics on his chest. It's overwhelming him, and he is struggling to bite back moans. “Dumbass. Just be gentle.” His voice doesn't hold a bite, instead it's higher in pitch and shaky.

Cute. But he always was, unitentionally of course. His pride is to big to try to act cute sole for you (even if you begged him multiple times).

He keens when you press your fingers onto his prostate, clenching his teeth with his ears pressed against the top of his head. You immediately distract him from the sensation by gently sucking his nipple.

His eyes fling open in an instant, and he choking out moans. "Not at the same time!"

You ignore his pleads, and switch to the other side. He grabs the back of your head and grips onto it desperately. The feeling makes you wince, but you don't stop your movements.

Eventually when it gets too much for the cat, he forces you away from his chest. You glance at him, slightly peeved, but your eyes widen at the sight.

Tears are streaming down his face, and he's trembling. His ears are pressed flat upon his head, and drool slightly drips from the corner of his lips. He is shaking his head at you, slowly but full of emotions. "No more. No more. 's too much. Just fuck me already!"

You peer down at his chest to see both of the nubs swollen and throbbing. You have abused them for too long, and it almost made you feel bad. Your poor kitty didn't deserve this, but alas, his wet teary eyes made it worth it. You couldn’t help but bully him if he looked so cute.

But, you take pity on him, and grab the strap, lubing it up, along with his entrance. He bites back a whimper at the coolness, but you force it out when you press a kiss to his thighs.

You pull your fingers out and he lets out an obviously displeased noise, trying to follow the digits. "So needy," You coo, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes, but blushing.

Then you line the toy up to his hole, and his ear twitch. He gulps and stares at the silicon, trying to contain his excitement. You begin to press it in, and he sighs, closing his eyes.

Slowly, you bottom out, and the cat lets out a breathy moan. A finger travels up to his chest again, and he jumps when you drag it over again. "Not—Not again."

You lean forward, now completely above him, waiting for him to adjust to the length. You circle the bud and kiss his cheek when he whines out. "Cant' help myself. You're so cute, Kats."

"F-Fuck you! Stop teasing me," He warbles, his eyes hazy and lips wet from his own saliva.

You begin your movements and he clings onto you. His mouth flies open, exposing his pointed canines that you are so fond of. "Such a cute kitty with such an adorable, sensitive body. I'm so spoiled."

He shakes his head, tears dripping down his cheeks. "Just shut up, and fuck me!"

You giggle into his neck, and pinch one of his nipples. His whole body jerks and whines, loud and pathetic. He trembles under you and glares at you, which doesn't look threatening at all considering they are wet from tears. "Be nice Katsuki."

He doesn't say anything, afraid you'll pinch him again. Instead, he nods his head and wraps his legs around your hips, silently signaling he wants more and quickly.

You abide his wishes and quicken your pace, and he mewls out, latching his mouth onto your shoulder. You grin at him and kiss the side of his head, mumbling words of encouragement.

His grinds himself on the strap, and his eyes roll at the feeling of his throbbing cock rubbing against your stomach. Mixed with earlier teasing, he felt like he was already close to cumming. He grips onto you and begins to beg for you to go faster.

But much to his dismay, you don't listen to him. Instead, you purr in his ear, "Katsuki~"

He clenches his teeth at the thrust, but whines at your words. Something bad was coming, he could tell. "Hmm?"

"Touch yourself."

He doesn't hesitate to reach down and begin stroking himself off, but you catch his wrist with the first stroke. He gulps and glances at you hesitantly.

You stare at him, smiling softly. Then, you lean forward and press your lips to his ears. "Your nipples, silly."

Your pace hasn't slowed and he can barely process your words, but the way you drag his fingers back to his chest lets him know exactly what you want.

He shakes his head furiously, clinging onto you. "Nooooooooo. Fuck, they hurt!"

You balance yourself on you forearm above him, and use your other to thumb over one of the buds. He moans, slightly arching his back. "They won't. See? Gotta be gentle, love."

He looks up at you with a pout and teary eyes, but nods hesitantly. His hands travel down to his chest, and he uses both hands to trace circles on them. The blonde whimpers out, shutting his eyes to try to manage the strange mix of pain and pleasure.

You finally quicken your pace, and Bakugou groans, not knowing what to with his body. He feels the sticky feeling of pre cum leaking on his abdomen, but his hands are too busy to wipe it away.

"m gonna cum."

"Are you asking for permission?"

He wasn't, and the both of you knew that. "Y-Yeah."

You smile at him, pressing a kiss to his tear stained lips. "As long as you touch your nipples through it all."

He wants to protest, already feeling overstimulated from both of the intense pleasures, but he also wants to cum. So, he nods with a sniffle. You rub you fingers over his twitching ears, and he leans into the warmth.

The pressure begins to build up, and hes now gently flicking his nipples. Hes withering from his own ministrations, and the ruthless pace of your strap isn't helping at all. Every breath is a moan, or a whine, and he shivering. "Fuck. Fuck. Im cumming. I can't!"

"Go ahead, kitty."

His whole body contracts, and his eyes screw shut. It tears viciously through him, and he's crying out. Its loud, high in pitched, but cute.

His hands clench up on his nipples, so you lean down and press your mouth to one. His shaky hands find the back of your hand and he curses, back now arching completely off the sheets.

Cum leaks onto his stomach, and some onto yours. His tail goes pin straight, and his ears are pinned to his head.

His high lasts longer than usual, about thirty seconds, and by the end of it his clinging onto you desperately while you coo at him.

When he comes down from his orgasm, he is heaving, trying to catch his breath again. You gently pull out during this time and he lets out a small gasp, but other than that doesn't complain. He falls limp against the bed, his body sweaty and flushed.

You take off the strap and begin to wipe him down with a washcloth, humming softly in your work. You are careful to leave his nipples alone, knowing hell prob freak out if you even graze them now. They are puffy and red, and most likely throbbing.

"You with me Katsuki?" You say, glancing hesitantly at him, almost feeling bad about his chest.

"Yeah, I'm here, you brat."

You laugh gently, glad your cat is back to his usual antics. "Ironic," You tease, grinning at him.

He doesn't find it funny. "Hey fuck you. I listened well today! Even after you tried torturing me." The last part comes out as a mumble, pouting into his pillow.

Your eyes whole a sadistic glaze to them, and he gulps, wondering what you are going to say next. "If you think thats torture, oh kitty, what do you think we buy you some nipple clamps?"

He throws a pillow at you and hisses before you could finish your next thought.

[lesinquietes]

Summary: Dynamight can’t seem to focus on his duties with a pretty little thing like you taking your sweet time scoping the crime scene.

Adult!Bakugou x Forensic Detective!Reader

⚠️ fluff. violence.

l Next l

You’re trying to gather a sample of blood for evidence and he’s standing behind you with his arms crossed, jabbing at his teeth with a little wooden pick. When he’s done his idle activity, he tosses the pick in the trash. At least he’s meticulous about keeping the crime scene uncontaminated… for the most part.

“You done yet, princess?”

You purse your lips. If this was the first handful of times he used the pet name, you might have corrected him. It’s clear, at this point, that he doesn’t care to respect your wishes, so you elect to ignore him. Unfortunately, he seems to have a chip on his shoulder.

“Hey. You hear me?”

And you ponder to yourself, who the fuck do you think you are? because never, in your four years of being a forensic detective, have you dealt with a hero who acted like this.

You snap your head around to glare at him. When he greets you with a cocky grin — a very made you look expression — you want nothing more than to throw the victim’s keys at his face. Dynamight. You heard he helped save the world from All For One’s return, years ago, when the world was abandoning hope. You don’t doubt that his involvement is true, but surely his personality should have matured since then.

“Do I look done to you?” You ask rhetorically, latex gloves strapped to your elbows and vibrant eyes hidden behind thick lenses. “It’s only been half an hour.”

Bakugou’s grin widens upon getting a good look at you. You think he’s going to laugh. He’s seems like one of those jock types that still bullies because he never grew out of it. Much to your surprise, he doesn’t do anything of the sort. Instead, he sighs and walks over to you.

Normally, you would tell him to back away from the scene, but the words of caution catch in your throat. His sharp auburn eyes are boring into yours. There’s a spark on amusement dancing in the depths of his irises, though it’s the other emotion that catches your attention: curiosity. Perhaps this blunt hero has some semblance of professional focus, after all.

“Exactly. Half an hour. We could’ve gotten this shit done in five minutes.”

You roll your eyes. Forget what you thought. He just wants to go home. Well, if that’s the case, you can put him to work.

“Make yourself useful and hold this device for me.”

You shove the item into his hand. He grasps it instinctively. You don’t hear any complaints.

While you swab for a solid sample of the victim’s blood, he waits idly next to you, silently studying your process. He observes your craft with respect, knowing heroes can’t do their jobs as well without your role. His younger self — who so visibly struggled with disobeying any form of authority — might have roofed the device after it was forced upon him. He’ll hold onto it for you. At least it looks like you’re being thorough with the case.

But as the sequence goes on, he finds his gaze drifting to your features. He’s immune to a lot of things, but not pretty women.

You catch him when you finish your task. He’s swift to glance away. Oblivious to his fascination, you smirk.

“Didn’t know you were interested in forensics.”

He snorts.

“I ain’t. I’m interested in you.”

And he doesn’t miss how you bite your lips to stop yourself from smiling.

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

Bakugou hears you talking to Mina and Sero one night out with the group that you’re happy with being single- really- but you think all your problems would go away if a guy just platonically held your tit for 15 seconds to remind you what a man’s touch feels like.

He’s maybe had one too many beers and maybe Kaminari’s hushed commentary about how he’d hold the fuck out of your tits, but not in a platonic way, gets under his skin in a way he doesn’t quite understand but before he really knows what he’s doing, he’s stepping into your space and cradling your tit in his hand.

All the conversation stutters to a stop around him as you stare down at his hand in shock, shifting slightly and he realizes he can feel your nipple stiffening beneath his thumb, risking applying gentle pressure just to feel your breath hitch beneath his palm.

It’s only when you lift your gaze to meet his, eyes hooded and mouth parted, that he realizes that maybe this isn’t what you meant when you said platonically, and that he wants nothing more than to see what other sounds he could pull from you with just his hands-

Laughter erupts around the two of you, reminding him of where he’s at, and he’s quick to drop his hand, both of your faces heating as your friends question what the hell that was about, in between choked laughter.

All he can do is avoid your gaze as he mutters out “Just got tired of hearing her whine about it.”

[agendercrisisx]

Bakugou x Afab Reader

Bakugou who planned the perfect picnic, doing everything in his power to make it as perfect as you. Feeding you chocolate-covered strawberries and as the sweet taste implodes in your mouth you let out a strained moan. He has to do everything in his power to contain himself.

He presses a hand against his boner trying to get some of the pressure off. But none of it matters, cause you are a dumb slut and wore a skirt with no underwear. So the only thing on his mind is eating out that pretty pussy of yours until you have cum in his mouth so many times you can no longer think.

[trueshellz]

Warnings: female reader, pregnancy, swearing, babies mentioned, hormones, some fluff that came to mind today

Set in the same timeline as THIS and THIS

Sending Bakugou to go on patrol even though you're heavily pregnant, feet swollen and hips sore despite doing your stretches with him this morning. He's worried, frowning at you over the dining table when you push his mask into his hands (usually his gauntlets, but there ain't no way in hell you're picking those up when you're carrying that precious bundle). And he's worried the whole time, checking his phone and ensuring it's on loud not vibrate in case you or his mum call him.

It's an hour until he comes home and suddenly, he glances down for the umpteenth time and his battery is dead. Empty. Black screen, no matter how many times he presses the side buttons and he wants to throw the damned thing off the bridge for dying on him, even though he knows it's his own damned fault for messaging you every five minutes and checking the house cameras in case you've fallen over and cant get back up again. (The one time you sat down on the beanbag and couldnt lift yourself up, he came home to you in tears still stuck in that same place) His name being called loudly across the street as Kirishima runs at him, his mask in one hand as his eyes almost bug out his skull. The phone in his hand thrust into his face, Bakugou fearing the worst and panicking until he realises it's you on the other end yelling at him.

"Katsuki, you idiot."

"I-"

He barely gets a chance to speak when you're keening in pain, his eyes widen as he starts running to the hospital... except goes the wrong way and has to turn around again.

"Motherfu-"

"I'm on the way. Don't have the baby without me."

"Yeah, lemme just cross my legs." A gasp as you whine in pain, he can hear his mum in the background soothing you and honestly, he can't get there quick enough.

He's barely stuck his head into the room when you throw something at him, ducking down and hearing it crash to the floor as he glances back to see a paper bowl lying there. He would laugh but his mum pats his shoulders as he walks by and the look on her face tells him that would be a bad, bad idea. Closing the door behind himself, he nods at the nurses who, at this point, know him all too well before sitting on the chair next to your bed. (Learning the first time that he needed to stay at your head, not down by your legs even though he had already seen every inch of you)

"This is all your fault!"

What?!

"Babe, listen. I-"

Hands held up in surrender, he's vaguely aware of all the nurses and midwives smirking while they tend to you. Your skin all flushed and shiny, you look tired and your brows are furrowed in that cute way he loves so much. Your legs are up in the stirrups you hate with a passion and you're chomping on ice like it's going out of style... but you're still the most beautiful person in the world.

"Katsuki! Get that look off your face. That look got me pregnant. No!"

"What look? I was just thinking about how gorgeous my wife is."

Eyes narrowed at him, you reach over to grab his hand for support when another contraction hits, grunting low and long as you feel the pressure work through your body. Your knuckles white as you squeeze his hand, he doesn't even bat an eyelid at the force you're putting on him just reaches across and tucks your hair back before kissing your knuckles.

"No more babies, Katsuki."

A chuckle as you open your eyes and try to glare at him, failing when he raises a brow.

"You said that the last two times as well, babe. I even have that on video."

Fuck.

[vampkats]

Warnings: Swearing, reader is introverted and has social anxiety, reader likes horror movies and horror games and also the reader doesn't have a specific gender in this but I used they/them pronouns in some parts<3

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"Hey Bakugo!" His head immediately whips around and he stares at you with his piercing red eyes, he then glares coldly at you.

"And what the hell are you doing here?? Who said you can come in my damn room!?"

"You agreed to help me with chemistry.."

Katsuki rolls his eyes.

"I had to say yes, you know how bad you are at it, but can you really not do without me for one single fucking day!?"

"You're my sugar daddy, of course I can't live without you." You joked because you really enjoy seeing him getting mad at something stupid like that.

Before you could say anything, in one swift move Katsuki covers your mouth and pulls you against him, his hand is firm on your mouth so you can't speak and his body is pressed against you.

"I'm not your 'sugar daddy' I'm your damn boyfriend and stop saying weird crap like that, it doesn't matter how 'cute' you try to make it sound."

"..since when did I agree that you're my boyfriend?" You look at him wide eyed.

He loosens his grip on your mouth and lets you speak. He sighs as he realizes he just fucked up.

"That..fuck..was an idiotic assumption wasn't it? I guess because of how clingy you are, you'd want me to be your boyfriend or something..."

He then looks away, as if he doesn't want to look at you.

"But don't get any ideas, we aren't a couple." He said, there was bitterness in his tone and it sounded harsher than he wanted it to.

"..I wasn't complaining." You said and looked away too. I mean, who would refuse to have their own crush as their boyfriend?

Katsuki stares at you, his face is showing no emotion but he turns his head and suddenly his eyes are locked on to yours.

"So are you asking me to be your boyfriend?... because if you are, the answer is no."

"Why? You said you were my boyfriend earlier."

Katsuki pauses for a few seconds as he realizes how contradictory his words were. He sighs as he looks away from you, scowling.

"Forget it, I don't even know why I said that... whatever, do you want me to be your boyfriend or what?"

"I said I wasn't complaining." You whisper.

Katsuki sighs.

"Can you for once just directly say yes or no, I swear to fucking God when you talk I can't tell if you wanna murder me or ask me out."

You look away slightly, getting kinda shy and sighing before answering him.

"It's a yes, Bakugo.."

Katsuki pauses for a moment as he ponders for a few seconds... finally he looks up at you.

"Fine, sure we're a couple... whatever."

You blushed, you couldn't believe that he actually said that.

Katsuki looks away and sighs. He lies down on the bed with his hands tucked under his head and then glances at you.

"So you actually wanted us to become a couple, right?" He averts his gaze back at the ceiling trying to act unbothered by how you're gonna answer but really he's so nervous he could explode.

"I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't want to."

You stare at him.

Katsuki grunts as he stares at the ceiling.

"So then... what now? It's not like we're in love or anything."

"Not yet..." You didn't know how to feel about his last sentence but it surely didn't make you happy...

Katsuki lifts his head up and stares at you.

"What do you mean 'not yet?' Do you seriously think I'm gonna fall in love with you?"

"Eh.." That hurt. You swore you could feel like something stabbed you in the heart and it hurt for a second. You both stay quiet for a few seconds before you mumble.. "I already fell in love with you."

You weren't sure if he heard you or not but you could see him scoff and frown slightly.

Katsuki groans and pulls himself up to a sitting position.

"So now that we're a couple does this mean you wanna start doing weird couple stuff, like... holding hands?"

You roll your eyes at his words. "It's not weird, it's cute. ..I would if you wanna."

Katsuki groans again as he looks away.

"Fine... but keep in mind this is not because I want to or anything."

"Then we won't if you don't want to."

Katsuki stops and glances at you... he's quiet for a few seconds and he doesn't say anything.

"No, we'll do it alright?... for fucks sake, it's not gonna kill me to hold your hand..."

"You said you don't wanna."

Katsuki sighs.

"Look, just because I don't want to doesn't mean I won't do it, alright... just shut your mouth and take my hand."

You see as he reaches out his hand and gently takes yours, he doesn't look at your hand but rather stares at the wall instead.

You sat next to him and intertwined your fingers with his, holding his hand gently.

Katsuki grunts but doesn't bother protesting. You see him roll his eyes as if he was disgusted and his grasp on your hand is pretty tight. For a few seconds, you could swear that you saw a hint of blush on Katsuki's face. His palm is warm and slightly sweaty as you hold his hand, after a few moments he breaks the silence and speaks while still staring away from you.

"So... when are you gonna start calling me 'babe' or something?"

"It's a preference...I don't have to if you don't want me to."

"Good then don't call me any shitty pet names at all." Katsuki sighs and then stares down at your hand.

"This is fucking awkward... we're literally a couple now but it doesn't feel any different than when we were just friends or whatever."

"Yeah." You said but you knew that it was a lie. You felt happy that he wanted to get close to you and spend time with you in a romantic way.

Katsuki scoffs at you.

"So... do all couples do this? Like... hold hands and go on shitty dates and stuff... because I swear if so I don't think I'm cut out for this."

"I don't know. It's a preference too, I guess. I never had a boyfriend/girlfriend before so I don't know."

Katsuki sighs and looks at you.

"Well... neither did I, not that I would let anyone else know... but do you wanna go on a date? I mean... we are a couple so I guess it's only natural... even if it sounds like such a pain in the ass."

"I don't really like public places or places with lots of people in them. I'm..an introvert so.." You trail off.

"Oh great, you're one of those people who get overwhelmed in a crowded area?"

"I guess you could say that." You were starting to get slightly insecure about it. He knew you were an introvert but he didn't know that you have social anxiety too.

Katsuki sighs again and sits up fully.

"Well do you just wanna... stay in here? I don't know... this whole dating shit is such an annoying hassle..."

"We could watch a movie if you want.."

Katsuki rolls his eyes.

"That's so cliché but.. yeah sure... I guess... do you have any fucking preference or are we watching some stupid ass romance flick?"

"I don't like romance.. I prefer horror." You said.

Katsuki looks at you surprised for a moment then sighs, he rubs his eyes for a few seconds and then looks back at you.

"Horror... you're telling me you'd rather be scared than bored?"

"Yeah." You really liked horror. It was just way more entertaining than some romance or something depressing to watch.

Katsuki stares at you for a few seconds and sighs, even though it's a bit strange, the idea of you, a cute person wanting to be scared definitely intrigued him.

"Well... at least you'll be screaming in my arms and clinging to me for comfort, I don't think any other guy would put up with such nonsense."

"You wish." You roll your eyes.

Katsuki scoffs.

"Oh don't act like you won't do that, I know you'll be clinging to me if anything actually scary happens."

"I'm not that kind of a person."

Katsuki makes a mocking noise.

"So... what, you'll just scream and faint like those people who are 'not like others'?"

"I'm not a damn pick me..." You were slightly annoyed by his words.

Katsuki rolls his eyes then he sighs.

"You won't faint like those stupid girls and guys, you won't try clinging to me? Then what the fuck are you gonna do if you get scared?"

"I won't get scared." You said confidently because you probably watched every horror movie that exists and played almost every horror game.

Katsuki scoffs at you.

"Oh really now? Just watch, you'll be screaming in my arms before the movie is even halfway over."

"In your dreams, yeah." You scoff. Did he seriously think you were that sensitive? I mean, sure you have social anxiety but you do love horror!

Katsuki sighs.

"You're so annoying... but if you won't faint or hold my hand then what are you gonna do when you get scared shitless?"

"I won't even get scared in the first place."

Katsuki rolls his eyes and looks away from you.

"Just... don't come crying to me when the movie gets scary."

"I'm probably gonna flinch but nothing more than that."

Katsuki rolls his eyes.

"Oh great... my first night as a boyfriend will be spent with my lover flinching and covering their face with their hands... what the hell did I do to piss off the gods so much, I feel like my first lover is gonna be a goddamn psychopath or something."

"Maybe I am." You spoke with obvious sarcasm in your voice.

Katsuki freezes for a few seconds then he glances back at you and stares at you with an annoyed and agitated expression and raises one of his eyebrows. He knew you were sarcastic but chose to take it seriously.

"Are you serious?"

"No. I'm not that dumb." You lean your head on his shoulder.

Katsuki's expression softens ever so slightly when he sees you get comfortable on his shoulder and lean your head on him.

"Well... you're already acting like a real lover by doing that so... I guess we might as well watch the damn movie then."

You got up and turned off the light, before sitting back in your previous position and leaned your head on Katsukis shouler.

Katsuki is slightly taken aback, he raises one of his eyebrows at you.

"So now we just... what, lie down and watch the damn movie...?"

"We don't have to lie down. Any position you want." You thought that it was too soon to lay next to each other. Sure you do sit next to each other in common areas like in the cafeteria but this was... different. You'd be laying down and you thought it's too intimate since you basically just started dating.

Katsuki scoffs when you say 'any position you want' and he then glances away.

"So what the hell are we supposed to do instead then, it's too uncomfortable if we sit up and if we lie down it's way too intimate..." He thought that it was intimate too and at that you just nodded and said:

"Do this?" You pressed your back against the wall behind you, pulling him back with you so you're both pressed against the wall and then you lean on him again.

Katsuki's eyes narrow slightly as you press yourself up against the wall and lean on his shoulder, he scoots himself a little closer to you so that you could have better comfort. Katsuki sighs and puts his arm around your shoulder, the heat from your body could be felt through his shirt and he closes his eyes as he leans against you.

You turn your head slightly to get comfortable on his shoulder as you watch the random horror movie you picked.

After the movie is over, Katsuki lets out a yawn and turns his head so he's facing you.

"Well... if I'm honest, being so close to you is making me pretty fucking tired."

"It's because it's way past your bedtime." You said and pointed at his clock, it showing that it's currently 21:17 (9:17pm)

Katsuki raises one of his eyebrows.

"How the hell do you know what my bedtime is?"

"..I observe people. And you always leave the common area early." You said.

"So... what, you've been like... stalking me and shit?"

"No.. just watching. I don't follow you around or do anything." You couldn't help but stare at him often... he's so handsome and beautiful and all the pretty words you could say that he is.

"Well... I mean... fine I don't give a shit but still why, who the hell just...watches other people, how is that entertaining for someone like you, the introverted, quiet person?" He asked, looking at you like you were crazy or something.

"Eh." You shrugged.

Katsuki grumbles under his breath.

"Whatever... it's late now... are you gonna sleep in here?"

"I don't think I should."

"Why? Are you afraid to sleep next to me or something?" He scoffs.

"Y'know that Aizawa Sensei checks to see if everyone is in their dorm by 23:00 (11:00pm) and I'm sure he's gonna check on you especially after everything that happened to you..." (I heard it somewhere so consider it a headcanon of mine because I'm not sure they have a curfew in the dorms...)

"Well that's stupid... I'm almost 17, who makes rules about teenagers going to sleep at a certain time...? This place was supposed to be more free and open than normal schools, yet here I am, being confined by the stupid rules of some stupid fucking teacher. How is Aizawa allowed to just go into the dorms whenever he wants? Katsuki grunts in annoyance.

"He wants to make sure we don't do anything. Besides, he'll stop after a month, I'm sure of it. It's because he doesn't know us that well yet but he'll trust us eventually I guess.."

Katsuki scoffs.

"It's pathetic that even though the year has just began, he needs to check on us because he hasn't built up a level of trust yet. And for the last time we're not 'kids' we are almost adults at this point. We can make our own damn decisions, we don't need him to babysit us."

"Yeah yeah, I need to go.." You glance at the clock, it's already 21:32 (9:32pm)...

"Yeah, like hell you are. You're staying here."

You blush slightly at his demand but shake your head.

"Bakugo, I can't. I don't want us to get expelled or something.."

"For fucks sake fine then just go!" He's irritated.

You turn to him and quickly press a small peck on his lips. You got off the bed, say "Night." And ran out.

Katsuki is about to scowl and argue when you kiss him, the action catches him off guard and his annoyance and aggravation melts away as your lips touch his. Katsuki's heart leaps into his throat and he freezes as the feeling of your lips against his sends a shiver down his spine. He wanted to say something but you ran out... hmph.

You were embarrassed and were blushing hard. You couldn't believe that you just kissed your crush who's apparently supposed to be your boyfriend now too...you pinch yourself in hopes that you aren't just dreaming.

Katsuki sighed and leaned back on his bed after you left, he closed his eyes and covered them with his right hand. All he could think about were your soft lips grazing his, your scent filling his nostrils and your body pressed up against his for a split moment then. He scuffles underneath the blankets and groans again, he tries to sleep but the thoughts of that kiss prevent him from doing so. Katsuki stares at the ceiling and scuffles underneath the covers again, he groans again, opens his eyes and he stares at the ceiling, his heart beating quickly and heavily. The memory of your lips kissing him is still burned into his brain and the feeling of your warmth against his skin is imprinted into his mind. Katsuki slowly sighs as the memory of the kiss replays over and over again in his mind. He groans again and rubs his eyes for a few seconds. Damn you. He can't sleep because of you now, are you happy? He feels weird, like there are butterflies in his stomach and he just groans loudly, covering himself with his blanket and closing his eyes tightly in hope to forget it, to forget you. He whispers "Go to hell, shitty y/n...".

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I guess there was no time to actually do something productive and learn chemistry like you hoped to but this was better than learning, right?

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Comment if you want me to make part 2🫶🏻

(Sorry for grammar mistakes if there are any, English isn't my first language)

[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere Bakugou Katsuki with a female darling who's on her period + a little scenario at the end

Request(ed?): Yes! - Hello, please ignore this if this is too uncomfy. Could i request bakugou with his girlfriend who’s on her period? This shit hurts and i need some comfort from my favorite yandere. Love your work :) — submitted by anonymous

Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, talks about periods/blood, sex mention, cursing.

Author Note: I’m so sorry you're in pain, I know the feeling. Make sure to take some advil; drink plenty of water and stay in bed for a bit so you can rest. Maybe stretch, take a walk or do yoga! Those tend to help me. If I can do anything, please tell me!!

Katsuki knows a bit of periods, but as he’s the only child in his family; he never had sisters or his mom explain it fully to him, till he got older, dated a few women and started taking notes on what to do.

He’s very observant, and it’s almost impossible to hide something from Katsuki. So once you show signs of starting your hell week, he’s on you, asking what’s wrong while examining you for any injuries or signs of discomfort.

If you decide to tell him, his reaction is a deer in headlights, with a small worry in his face: ‘Ah. Sorry about that… What can I do to help?’

Now, if you decide to hide it and not tell him, but rather let him find out; he’s gonna be a wreck. He’s gonna be pulling at his hair, snapping at anyone at work as he browses Google to find out what’s wrong. Once he starts to put the symptoms into Google, it snaps like a key in a lock. He rushes to the nearest store, buying literally any sanitary products and snacks and rushes home. Once he comes in, he gives you a huge big crushing hug while whispering in your ear gently; ‘I love you, but sometimes you're an idiot. Why didn’t you tell me you were on your period? Well, get your ass on the couch while we watch some movies and I cook your favorite, m’kay? Love you so much, dumbass.’

Katsuki would take some time off hero work and stay home with you the entire week, he doesn’t care what others say. However, in a rare scenario, if he can’t; he will call you at his breaks and lunch, even coming over to cook you something and ask if you need anything.

He’d grab and cook anything you are craving, but he does check the food you eat/want and tries his best not to give you a lot of salty, sugarery, and dairy products.

He goes into full on protection mode, following you around. He gets irritated if you decide to climb up on the counter to get something, he will carry you in a bridesmaid way. He absolutely hates you not resting (staying in bed or the couch), saying ‘it’s a way to heal’ as if you were ‘injured’.

He will run you a lot of baths, even offer to go in and wash your body and hair so you don't ‘strain yourself more as you’re already hurt’.

He’s surprisingly okay with your mood swings, but very confused. He tries his best to be supportive, get you anything you need, but he can get a bit irritated sometimes. Though, he tries his best to not yell or snap back at you; he keeps reminding himself that you're in a lot of pain and have a lot of stress on you at the moment, that clearly you don’t need any more of that.

If you’re having a hard time sleeping, either with cramps or just can’t sleep because of insomnia; he will offer to massage your back, take a midnight walk around the neighborhood with him or get you some sweets that he knows you would be craving.

He’s your personal heating furnace, he’s always warm; mostly walking around the house either with no shirt or shorts and a sleeveless shirt. He often pulls you into his lap, massaging your lower back, hips, and stomach while talking about things to ease your mind.

Whenever you cry, he never mocks or makes fun of you. He just grabs you, cuddles you while rubbing your back and stomach, while kissing your neck to try to calm you down.

As he’s a pro-hero, he’s a very light sleeper; meaning if he hears, sees you groan or yelp out in pain, he’s up in a second, asking what’s wrong and what he can do to help. He worries a lot about you.

The bathroom is filled with whatever you need: tampons, pads, a menstrual cup, or period underwear. He’s not ashamed of buying it, nor telling you that there’s more stocking under the sink.

He will try his hardest to make you laugh or smile, even though his humor is at times dry and sarcastic; he will push further to make sure your okay and comfortable, it makes him upset that he sees you in pain and can’t take it away immediately

He’ll try to suggest working out, doing yoga, or having sex as Google said it was helpful. However, if you don’t want to, he won't bring it up again till you want to.

He’s never disgusted at this topic, he knows it’s completely normal and never gets embarrassed whenever you bleed onto the blankets, clothes or sheets.

Always reminds you that it’s okay for you to wake him up or call him if you need something, even if he’s at work or it’s 2am.

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You woke up in immense pain all over your body, sweat drizzling down your forehead and cramps zap through your legs. As you moved to go into a more comfortable position, you realized that not only you bled through your undergarments and shorts, but the blankets and sheets.

As you sighed and sat up, remembering that you had a bunch of home chores to do before Katsuki came home; you huffed out, loudly.

You got up, used the bathroom, took some meds and started to work on the chores, including changing your clothes and sheets.

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“I’m home.” Katsuki yelled, yet nobody replied back. Usually you would run up to him, hug him while kissing his face about missing him. But you were nowhere to be.

As Katsuki took off his boots and hero custom, yelling out your name again yet, you still did not reply.

His heart started to race, thinking the worst scenarios in his head. As he walked upstairs towards the rooms, he started to check each room; opening the doors, peeking in then huffing like a bull.

Once he reached the shared bedroom, it wasn’t hard to hear the loud whimpering and sniffling coming from the bed.

“Hey cheeks,” Katsuki huffed out, closing the door as he walked towards the bed. “You okay? Scared me when you didn’t kiss me to death.”

You laughed while nodding, but groaned right after.

As Katsuki sat beside you on the bed, he lifted the blanket towards him to see you curled in a ball.

“You sure? Seems to me like you're almost dying,” Katsuki added right after he moved the blanket.

“Are you sure you're okay baby?”

You huffed out loudly, pushing out a small ‘no’.

“Don’t tell me you’re sick, do you have a fever?” He added.

He brushed his hand over your forehead to check your temperature, yet he frowned as it was a bit hot.

“No, m’ started my period,” You whined in response, “didn’t get to finish chores today. Sorry.”

“Baby, don’t apologize. Don’t worry about those, you could've called me.” Katsuki stated, yet with such soft eyes that were only shown to you.

“Can I do anything to help you?” He asks, not knowing what to do besides wanting to crawl into bed, hug the pain away.

He leans in towards you, kissing your forehead and between your eyes, making you smile a bit.

“Could you maybe crawl in with me? ‘M wanna sleep for a bit.” He nods in response, lifting the blanket and crawling under while kissing your cheek. “Do you want me to rub your tummy?” You also nod in response, rolling over to put your face on his chest.

As he moves his hand in a rhythm on your stomach, he starts to lay his head on the top of your head, kissing your forehead while looking at you with such doe eyes; reminding himself of how lucky he got to have you.

“Tell me if you need anything else, m’kay?” He says as he starts to work his other arm on your hips, slowly rolling them to help you relax more.

Slowly, you started to drift off, making small snores as you rolled more into Katuksi’s chest; making him chuckle loudly.

“Thank you” You said quietly, but clearly Katsuki heard it loud and clear due to his soft smile planted on his face. If anyone dared to see how he smiled, laughed, even wheezed in front of you; he’d be hella embarrassed. But for you? He’d let it go, but maybe as a price for a kiss. He loves you to dear, just as much as you do.

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[maroonswan]

warnings . . . afab!reader , black coded reader, dom/sub, degration, rough spanking, impact play, mention of asshole/anal teasing, spitting, pet name usage (princess,), characters are aged up to their early twenties ! mdni!

Thinking about dom!Bakugo giving his sub!partner a spanking.

Pulling you across his knee and pushing up your skirt/tugging down your pants before pocketing your panties.

You won't need them anymore. They're his now. Just like you are.

With nothing to hide under, he spreads your bare ass cheeks apart between his big strong hands, revealing your puckered asshole and guilty gaping pussy.

He shames you for being such a whore.

"You should see yourself! Already wet and I've barely even touched you. Think you need this bad, don't you, princess?" He asks you before spitting right onto your little asshole, making you gasp. You can feel it dripping down your taint right into your cunt. The nastiness of it driving you crazy with need.

He laughs as he watches how your pussy clenches around nothing, at how you whimper out a yes and beg him to spank you, to make you his good girl again. His grip on your asscheeks so tight it almost hurts.

Yet, it's nothing compared to the sting that first slap. Your eyes fill with tears as he continues, smacking both your ass and pussy lips with the flat of his warm palm.

Baukugo is very vocal throughout, mocking your crys and asking you if this is what you wanted as he slaps at your tender flesh with unpredictable feirce rythem.

Your helpless in Katsuki's grasp; his erection digging into the softness of your belly as the tears rush in streams down your face.

Katsuki's knocking the air out of your lungs before you can even chance to grasp it, delivering the next blow before the burn of the last can start to dull. He's torturing you. Your breath turned ragged from the mix of moans and screams he illicts out of from between your pretty lips; all the words you ever known seeming insufficient as Katsuki literally marks you. You couldn't use them now if you even tried; your ass glowing Katsuki's signature hue of red.

He's turned you into a mess, you know.

Yet, you still can't keep yourself from trying to raise your hips higher into his burning touch. Your swollen clit begging to be toyed with even as he smears your own wetness across your ass with every smack of your sopping cunt.

[fr-ogii]

Could I request a Yandere Deku and Bakugo (poly) with a female S/o on her period..

periods

yandere!katsuki bakugo + izuku midoriya

x fem!reader; poc friendly

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⚠️ :: afab reader, mentions of pregnancy and sex (neither of which occur), minor cursing, bakugo and midoriya got no bitches lmao

-> unsurprisingly, neither of them know what they’re doing

-> katsuki never bothered to figure out anything from his mother (because he never really gave a fuck) and doesn’t really have any female friends that he would ever have to help out with that kind of thing.

-> izuku never had friends until ua and only heard his female friends or his mother complain about the cramps they got or whatever else

-> and neither of them ever really imagined they would have to deal with it ever, so they never attempted to research it on their own. but here you were, curled up in a ball on your shared bed and moaning in pain.

-> ever since they kidnapped you a few months prior, you hadn’t had your period. when you first realized it was missing you jumped straight to being terrified that you were pregnant. whether you wanted to ever have a child or not, you certainly did not want to raise them in captivity.

-> sure, it made absolutely no sense since you hadn’t had sex with either of your captors.. but since when did any of this make sense? no one could blame you that your mind first jumped to that conclusion.

-> but as the months continued and neither symptoms of pregnancy nor a period showed up, you came to the conclusion that your body had shut down from all the stress you had experienced. being kidnapped will do that to you.

-> but in the present, you were still groaning while the two men stared on with curious looks on their faces. it took them an embarrassingly long amount of time for them to connect the dots and even longer for them to act on it.

-> they had never dealt with this before. like it or not, you would have to be the one to try your best to help them. they would both attempt to figure things out to the best of their ability, but it would be mostly unsuccessful.

-> they got conflicting information and it only ended in conflict when katsuki refused to accept that his information may be incorrect.

-> you would eventually have to suck it up and deal with any embarrassment that you may have had about discussing this with your captors.

[lesinquietes]

Summary: It’s your turn to plan a second date. You choose to take him to the beach. As the sun sets and the tide shifts, so do your moods. You’re not the only one who thinks the temptation is torturous.

Adult!Bakugou x Forensic Detective!Reader

⚠️ mdni. fluff. katsuki is dominant. possessive behaviour. soft smut.

Previous l

You decide that your second date will be an evening at the beach. You pack a picnic for the two of you, merely telling him that he better arrive hungry. His reply to your demand draws a gasp from your lips.

Katsuki: for what

You bite your lower lip. You want to flirt back. Should you? Being reserved will let him know you’re serious about dating him. Responding too loose might give him the idea that you’re easy. You don’t want to raise his expectations.

You: you’ll see :)

It’s innocent enough.

You meet him at six o’clock. You’re late a few minutes and you hope he doesn’t think you’re standing him up. Imagine, a pro hero as big a deal as Dynamight, getting soft rejected by an ordinary detective. The fangirls would lose their minds.

You park your car and hastily hop out of the driver’s seat. You scurry into the back, grabbing your knapsack, before slamming all doors and locking up tight. Your legs move faster than you can register, and you almost trip. Fortunately, you manage to collect yourself before you make a mockery of yourself. There are other people lingering around the park, having barbecues with family members or enjoying a romantic evening with their love. The last thing you need is to have that humiliation haunting the back of your mind the entire time.

You hustle up the grassy hill. When you get to the top, you scan the sandy plains. You don’t see him. Perhaps he’s running late, too.

The thought crosses you that he might be the one to stand you up. At least if that happens, no one will know but you. The betrayal will be hard, but you know a thing or two about how to cope with heartbreak. Better now than three or six months down the line, right? As your negative self-talk begins to escalate, you’re glad when the sight of him placates you.

He isn’t on the beach. He’s beside it, atop a bluff overlooking the water. You wave at him as you approach. He sees you from a distance and flashes you a salute. Standing in place by the bench, he waits for you to make the entire trek. You call out to him when you draw closer.

“Hey!”

“Hey.”

He opens his arms for a hug. Although a little surprised at the gesture, you don’t hesitate to receive his warmth. He pulls you close to his chest and holds you there for a few seconds. Your eyes nearly flutter shut. His cologne smells like woodsmoke, driving your senses up the wall with intrigue. Everything about him is so inviting.

When he releases you, there’s a small smile on your face. You can’t stifle it.

“What’s up?” He prompts you.

“Nothing,” you reply sheepishly. “Just happy to see you.”

Being forward isn’t usually your jam, but with Katsuki, it’s simpler to be honest. He seems to be transparent with you. The least you can do is afford him a modicum of trust. It’s not like he’s done anything for you to question his intentions.

Suddenly, you feel his fingers grasp your chin. You perk up. He’s gazing at you with a soft expression.

“Me too.” He confesses. “Been countin’ down the days. My buddy kept teasin’ me about it.”

Gratitude possess your soul. He told his friends about you. That’s more evidence to denote that he’s serious about this — about you.

He keeps you suspended in his grasp for a few seconds longer. You lick your lips. The tension between you is tight. It’s time he fixes that.

“S’it too early t’ kiss you?”

You shakes your head. Normally, yes; for him, no.

He folds his mouth against yours. The kiss is strong and domineering. He mashes his lips against yours and controls your rhythm. You have no choice but to conform. He doesn’t afford you any option but to obey him. You can’t lie; it makes you rub your thighs together.

When he breaks contact, his chest is rising and falling ferociously, as though he’s holding himself back from moving further. You glance behind you. He follows your gaze. You spy people in the distance, shrouded by trees — that’s it. If he wanted to, he could make his way up your neck, pressing his tongue on your pulse and holding it there are your heart throbs. It’s a shame that he can’t do that yet; he doesn’t have that sort of rapport with you. He settles for staring into your hazy irises.

He brushes his thumb over your lips. You smile beneath the digit. It’s a gesture that causes his heart to leap.

“How the hell d’you always manage t’ look so fuckin’ beautiful?” He mutters, starstruck. “I’m a lucky man.”

Katsuki doesn’t recall the last time he was fascinated by a woman. If he had to guess, it was one of his first girlfriends; though, he suspects that was because of his novelty to love. You’re different. The brand of interest he has in getting to know you is anchored by physical and emotional attraction. It’s not the result of a unique encounter, as much as it’s rooted in how well he receives your compelling nature.

“I-it’s really nice out here!” You exclaim, too shy to continue engaging with his flirtation. “I almost didn’t spot you!”

The hero grunts. He can tell that you’re dismissive of your worth. Whether it’s a trait you developed at a young age or something that was instilled upon you, he doesn’t like it. He’ll have to work on getting you to accept his reality.

“Yeah,” he says, releasing you to rub the back of his neck. “Did’j’ya bring a jacket? Gonna get cold when night falls.”

You nod. You packed a sweater at the bottom of your bag. It’s sweet of him to worry about you.

“Cool. I brought one f’r ya anyway.”

Your heart lights up as you thank him. It’s nice to have someone else looking out for you. It conveys a strong ethic of care on his part.

You shrug off your knapsack and reveal your plan to him. He spies a large quilt and several containers of food. You must have spent all morning preparing this meal. He feels bad he didn’t know to contribute. Next time, he’ll have Rikido teach him how to bake your favourite dessert to perfection, and then present it to you when he masters the recipe. You deserve to be spoiled.

He expands the blanket and sets it on the grassy cliff. You place the Tupperware containers on the fabric, along with their respective utensils. Finally, he produces two plates from your bag. Meal prep is complete.

“This looks fuckin’ amazing.” Katsuki marvel. “Didn’t know you knew how t’ cook.”

You laugh. Whenever you worked with him, you either didn’t find the time to eat or ordered fast food. When your life gets busy, you resort to an unhealthier routine. It’s a bad habit you’re trying to kick.

“Hope you enjoy it!”

He digs in. You watch as he takes some of your meal and plops it into his mouth. He hums approvingly.

“Not bad, princess.”

You beam at him.

“Thanks!”

As you eat, you talk about the days in between seeing each other. Eventually, the conversations shifts to what you want in life — your career goals, your aspirations. He reflects on yours before stating his. You’re fond of his ambition. He mentions being a hothead in his youth. You can’t imagine him being worse than he is today, though he assures you he was. He tells you he used to bully his now best friend. It took him years to come around to the idea that Izuku cares about him, that they’re both worthy of each others’ friendship regardless of past mistakes.

When he finishes his story, he’s gazing out at the ocean. The sun is setting. The waves are getting heavier as they crash against the cliff side. Enchanted, you watch with him as the earth’s cycle alters the ocean’s pattern. He cups your hand as you sit, squeezing it briefly. He doesn’t get to enjoy living in the moment very often. You make him face the present in ways he didn’t think were possible. It feels fresh and fundamental.

When the last of the sun dips beneath the horizon, the silence is killing you. Perhaps it’s your full stomach and satisfaction talking, but you want more of him. You give him a quick kiss on the mouth. He blinks; then, he frowns.

“The fuck was that?”

You smirk.

“A kiss.”

“Nah.” He insists. “Not good enough.”

He snatches your wrist and pulls you close. You land on top of him. He leans back to give you room. You don’t dare mount him; it’s too early for that. Instead, you hover over his body, lips mere centimetres from his. It’s a staring contest.

His hand strokes the length of your back. A shiver courses through you. Your nails dig into his bicep as you bend down to kiss him. He grabs a fistful of your hair and keeps you rooted in place, deepening the kiss. His tongue explores your mouth with a thirst for unfamiliarity. You let him. He loves how you taste. He can’t get enough.

You moan when he parts from your mouth, chest heaving and head spinning. He’s abducted the air from your lungs. He gives you a moment to stabilize before diving in for more. This time, he pulls you on top of him. You’re nervous that you’ll be too uncomfortable, but he has no qualms about you straddling him.

You press your crotch down on his. He twitches beneath his jeans. You gasp naively, as though you didn’t believe your actions would have consequences. He wants you. Scarily enough, you’re starting to want him, too.

You grind on his package as you kiss him, permitting him to suck and bite your lips, swelling them to his liking. He wishes he could feel your mouth elsewhere, but he’s not so foolish as to suggest such a thing. This is more enough on a second date.

“Oh fuck, babe,” he growls. “Makin’ me so fuckin’ hard.”

He needs you to know how he’s feeling. His dick is hard and his thoughts are obscured. You have a right to understand the effect your body and mind have on him.

“I don’t wanna have sex,” you pant between his fierce onslaught of kisses. “Please, Katsuki.”

He isn’t pressed that he freaked you out. The teenage version of him, who couldn’t comprehend people, let alone women, would have lost his shit. He would have huffed and puffed and externalized his insecurity. Now, he sees past the confusion and accepts your plea for what it is — to see if he can provide safety.

“I won’t fuck you if you don’t want me to, princess.” He reassures you, looking you in the eye. “Y��hear me?”

You do — in more ways than one. You trust him to stop if you ask him to. He wants you to rely on him, and he’s trying to prove he’s a good man. You decide to accept his answer at face value.

“Y-yes.”

“Good. This okay?”

He lets you stroke yourself over his pants, occasionally glancing up to ensure no one is creeping. The last thing he wants is another scandal. Sure, you’re his woman — and he’s not ashamed of that — but he doesn’t want your debut to be a picture of you, soaked through your leggings, on display for all of Japan; moreover, something about others getting to witness you, in your rawest form, causes a bolt of fury to rise in his throat. He quells the impulsive anger and pours it into his movements. He helps you get off.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, gripping his bare shoulder with your nails. “Feels so fucking good.”

“Y’like this, sweetheart?” He croons, chuckling when he’s met with a desperate mewl. “Yeah, s’what I thought… keep goin’, baby.”

Vacantly, you ponder how this happened. First, you were enjoying a cute date together; now, you’re wordlessly begging for him in a deeply intimate way, praying he’ll lose control and just fucking slip it in.

But he doesn’t.

Dynamight doesn’t lose control.

You stop when you almost reach your peak. Rubbing your clothed clit along his erection beneath rugged fabric isn’t how you want to cum with him for the first time. Just like sex, you want it to be special. You can’t help but romanticize orgasms.

You yank yourself off him, breaking through his arm slung around your back. You feel him go limp, letting you rise. With his permission, you bolt upright, though don’t get off his lap. Your underwear is damp and you’re panting like a dog. You love how he made you feel. You sense a strong chemistry forming between the two of you — one you’re interested in exploring further. Before you dedicate to that aspiration, however, you have to make sure he’s on the same page.

“I don’t want this just to be sex,” you assert. “So if that’s what you’re looking for, we can’t go any further.”

You already feel yourself growing attached. You recognize the need to preserve yourself from the possibility of pain later. Expressing your needs has never come easy to you, but communication is the only way to make a relationship work.

Katsuki stares at you like you have two heads. He’s dumbfounded. He can’t fathom why you would think he isn’t interested in making you his woman. The only reason he hasn’t made a move yet is because he didn’t want to seem too eager. You’re an independent woman. You deserve to have the breathing room to do your own thing without pressure. But if you want to be tied down, he’s happy to seal the deal.

“You fuckin’ joking?” He growls. “Far as I’m concerned, you were my woman the second I laid eyes on your pretty ass.”

His hands spasm. An overwhelming urge to grab your asscheeks and rub your sweet pussy against his thick cock almost ruins his chances with you. He reigns himself in. He breathes a sigh of relief when you finally climb off him, sensing what your presence was doing to him. He can’t wait until he can do as he pleases with you — within reason, of course.

He sits up and dusts himself off. There’s only one thing on his mind. You can’t fault him; he’s merely a man and he can barely contain his budding lust for you. He’s learning to better admire you with each date. Besides, you make it easy when you wear outfits like that. It’s as though you know what turns him on.

“Interested in comin’ t’ my place next weekend?” The blonde asks boldly. “My shitty roommate’s goin’ away with his girl.”

“Sure.” You shrug. “Want me to bring anything?”

“Maybe an’ overnight bag.” He suggests casually. “If y’want.”

You do — and you will — but he doesn’t have to know that yet. You’re willing to trust him. If he betrays you, it’ll hurt. You’re not sure it’s a healthy relationship unless you’re both willing to make sacrifices and compromises, however; you hope he meets you halfway.

“I’ll text you when I get my work schedule.”

He isn’t phased by your dodge. He has a feeling you’ll show up to his place either a little duffel bag. Just in case, you’ll say adorably, and oh fuck, will he ever put you to work. He grins. Yeah. That thought’ll get him through the week.

“Sounds good.”

Together, you pack everything up. Lids are slapped onto Tupperware containers, and ziplock bags are secured. The quilt is scooped up and folded. When it’s all put away, you dust yourself off and get to your feet. Katsuki follows suit. It’s dark out now. Finding your way back might be a bit harder than anticipated. Fortunately, you have him to protect you. As if on cue, he slips an arm around your waist.

“Ready?” He asks.

You notice he has your knapsack slung lazily over your shoulder. You grab one of his idle hands and nod. You wish you could remain here forever, locked in this moment with him; it’s unfortunate that you have to leave. Mentally, you snap a photo of this moment.

“Let’s go.”

[k-nayee]

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⇢ ˗ˏˋCHAPTER 3.࿐ྂˏ•*⁀➷ v | BEFORE WE START

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College party (AFAB)

Bakugou x gn!reader (afab version)

Warnings: Smut, degrading, alcohol

Summary: College AU. Bakugou says something dumb while drunk, and you overhear. He follows you too make up for it.

Words: 2 k

Notes: amab version: here. And as always comments are greatly appreciated <3

It has already been a long night, you have maybe had a little too much to drink. You can’t find Bakugou anywhere, not that you have really looked. The house you are currently in is a suburb house, you are not even sure who’s house it was. But you are there and to some extent enjoying yourself. The sound system is playing as loud as it can and the whole house is shaking. The living room couches have been moved to a circle where a group is currently playing spin the bottle. The kitchen has been made to a home bar, you are moving slowly in that direction. You can feel the floor becoming stickier the closer you come to the kitchen.

Denki is standing before you, you don’t see where he came from. But there he is with two shots in hand giving you one of them.

“Bottoms up.” You entangle your arms and down the hatch the shot goes. It burns going down and it is probably vodka or something. That was not your go to.

“Have you seen Katsuki?” You ask the blonde, he shakes his head. You are not sure he heard you over the music. The shot made you giddy, and the time is dance time.

You move out on the empty dance floor and start moving your body to the music. You have never been an amazing dancer, but alcohol and loud music was the perfect time to learn. Some dude come up behind you, you are not even sure who it is. And who cares? You just keep dancing. The song ends and the next song is right up your alley. One of Taylor Swift’s older songs starts playing on the sound system. You sing along not caring about anything, the music is loud enough for nobody too hear your voice. Actually, you can barely hear you own voice.

The song ends, and you decide to move further into the house. Walking past the people playing spin the bottle and up the stairs. Maybe finding a place for some privacy and somewhere where the music is not making your head spin.

The stairs are gross, it looks like someone puked on the first couple of steps. You go upstairs trying to get away from the noise. A familiar voice can be heard in one for the nearest rooms. You follow it to find Bakugou sitting with Sero, Kirishima and Hagakure.

“What about them?” You hear Katsuki’s voice and are immediately intrigued. You lean against the wall, just besides the door and listen.

“You have been spending a lot of time with them, something going on?” Sero ask and the familiar feeling of butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“Nothing special.” He replies coldly, you smile. He was never good with feelings. You cross your fingers and silently pray for his friends to keep digging.

“Ohh come on dude, there must be something. No one spends that much time with someone if they don’t like them.” Kirishima adds and you can almost hear the tooth eating grin in his voice.

“Just shut it shitty hair.”

“Ohh come on Bakubro?” You’re standing as still as possible, waiting for him to say something.

“Okay? You really wanna know?”

“Yeah, Bakugou that is why we’re asking.” Hagakure’s voice is sweet in an almost creepy way. 

“Okay, they’re annoying and clingy. I keep them around cause they are a good fuck. That’s what you wanna hear?” The room goes silent, and the lump in your throat grows. Did he mean that? Tears well in your eyes and it feels like the room is spinning.

The silent is disturbed by Hagakure that starts laughing hysterically.

“I knew it!” She almost yells and all you want to do is sink into the ground and disappear.

You run. That’s all you can do with the tears now falling down your cheeks. You run. You can almost see nothing, which result is you running full speed into a corner. The pain shoots from you shoulder out into your arm. You cry out, but don’t stop moving. You start feverishly opening doors trying to find an unlocked room. When you turn the third doors handle it opens and you’re standing in a pink bathroom.

You close the door and just start sobbing. Why did you always fall for the guys who could never like you back? Tears and snot are running down your face and a hiccup erupts from your stomach. You bend over the sink and try drinking some water.

You slowly calm down and your breath steadies. Fuck what did you get yourself into? Maybe the drinking was a part of the meltdown? Or maybe your world just turned upside down? You liked Katsuki. You really did. You thought you were an item. That he soon would ask to be your boyfriend. But maybe that was all just a sweet fantasy? Maybe you read the signs wrong?

A knock on the door disturbs your anxiety train. You look at yourself in the mirror, your eyes are red and swollen. You definitely look like you cried.

“Come on open up extra.” Bakugou’s voice is harsh, but in a caring way.

“Go away, not in the mood.”

“Ohh don’t bullshit me. Open the door.”

“No.”

The handle moves and the simple thougth passes your mind. You didn’t lock the door. The door opens and your crush is standing right before you. He looks at your face and his features soften. He strokes your cheek and brushes a tear away. 

“Who hurt you?” His voice is soft, softer than you ever think you have heard it before. Maybe he cares?

“No one.” Your voice cracks and you know he sees right through you.

“Don’t lie to me.” He is stern and you know you can’t lie to him.

“You did.” It’s just above a whisper and you’re not sure he heard you. He grips you chin and turns your head up, so you are looking right at him. You swallow, but the lump in your throat isn’t going anywhere. His gaze softens and he slowly bends down to lay his lops against yours.

You turn your head and the hand on your chin hardens its grip.

“Why are you turning away?”

“Am I just a good fuck too you?” You voice is weak, and you look down. His mouth dries. You heard him? The one thing he would never want you too hear. You heard. What is wrong with him? Why did he have to say that? Why couldn’t he be honest? Tell you how much you mean too him? Tell you that nobody like you have ever made him feel the way you make him feel.

He clears his throat, open his mouth to speak. But no words come out. He lets his hand fall and tears well in his eyes. He hurt you.

“I’m sorry.” Its barely above a whisper and you feel you hear melt. You don’t think he has ever said those words to anyone. Not since you got to know him at least. You look at his handsome features and tears a slowly rolling down his face. You have definitely never seen him cry. You lay a hand on his cheek and moves his head slowly. His eyes meet yours.

“Tell me what’s going on?”

More tears start running down his cheeks and he open his mouth for the second time to speak.

“I thought I was protecting you. I know that’s stupid, but… I love you.” And in that moment your heart melts. He loves you. HE LOVES YOU! You giggle and he looks up at you again. A smile appears on his lips, and you lean towards him. 

He catches you lips and for a second it’s just you too in the world. He moves a hand down your back and takes a good grip on your ass. He pulls you up against him and you wrap your legs around his waist. He kisses down your neck and jaw. He sets you down on sink and pushes himself in between your legs. He takes a hold of your waist and moves your warmth against his hard. You moan and he almost swallows your moans with his mouth. He pushes his tongue into your mouth and quickly takes control.

He lay kisses down your neck, he moves his hand under your shirt and removes the piece of garment. He kisses your chest and down your stomach. He kneels before you and the sight alone have you drooling. He smiles up at you while he pulls your pants and underwear down over your ass. He continues his kisses down over your hip and your thighs. He takes your Legs over his shoulders and plants a kiss right where you need him. 

“Tease.” You half moan as he picks up and sucks on your so sensitive bud. You half scream as he gently bites, he licks from your ass up to your clit. You let out another scream and that is his cue to fucking devour you. He doesn’t give you a chance to prepare before he is eating you like a starved man.

You throw your head back against the mirror and just enjoys this beast of a man, kneeling before you and eating you out. You can feel your stomach tensing and the familiar feeling of building towards a climax can be felt in your whole body. You’re so close. 

“Just a little more, fuck...” you groan, and he chuckles into you and the vibrations are heaven.��

“I’m gonna cum, fuck… I’m gonna cum.” You scream as your high crashes over you. He doesn’t stop. He continues his assault on your clit. Working you towards another climax and another world breaking high. He licks your cum from your thighs and dips down to tongue your cunt.

“Too much… sensitive.” He doesn’t listen and probably doesn’t care. You’re his and he’s going to prove it.

When you come for the second time, he finally lets you breathe. He stands up and kisses you as devouring as possible. You can taste yourself on his lips.

“I’m gonna fuck you know.” It’s not a question, he has already decided what’s going to happen.

“I’m not sure I can go more.” He just chuckles and plops you down on the floor. Turning you around and pressing you front down on the sink. He runs a finger down your spine and dips it into you dipping cunt.

“You ready for me pretty?” You can hear him unzips his pants and there it is. His cock pressing against your pussy. 

“Ohh your so wet for me, you think you can take me?” You nod furiously and hear him chuckle. He presses the head in and you’re already a moaning mess. He stretches you so good, he moves a few centimeters further in and you clench around him.

“Fuck.” He moans and you feel proud of yourself. He pushes the rest of the way in, and you scream.

“If you’re goanna be a tease, I’m gonna fuck you into the ground… bitch.” You mumble something like ‘try bitch’ and Katsuki takes it like a challenge. He sets a brutal pace and hammers your hips into the sink. The pain is excruciating but it just builds your high faster. Fuck you’re already going to come. He groans and reaches around your body to touch your clit. Your high is building to fast for you to follow.

You come crashing down before you get a chance to react, Katsuki groans again as you clench around him.

“I’m gonna fuck you full of my cum, slut.” He comes with a roar, and you can feel him spill his load into your pussy. Fuck it feels good.

You just stand there for a second covered in each other and sweat.

“I love you too.” You whisper, and in that moment none of you had ever been happier.

[trueshellz]

Warnings: female reader, pet names used (princess, babe), spanking threatened, swearing protective Bakugou, pregnancy, food cravings, puking mentioned, pouty reader (I have baby fever for some reason, idk why)

Set in the same timeline as THIS and THIS

Waking up in the morning determined to eat something to satisfy your pregnancy cravings since being sick all the time was starting to piss you off, you were adamant that there was something in the house that you could eat without taking an immediate trip to the bathroom.

Except there wasn't.

And Katsuki comes home to find you curled up on that sofa with a huge pout, surrounded by tissues because you'd been watching a sad film and a pile by take out menus on your lap. You were sat in one of his huge t-shirts, it barely covered your legs, and some fluffy socks with Dynamight logo on them that you bought (read: stole) from the official merchandise at his office.

"What the fuck?"

"Katsuki!" You turned and jutted out your bottom lip, exaggerating the pout even more. "I'm hungry, but there's nothing to eat."

After putting the heavy and dangerous parts of his hero costume away, planting a soft kiss on your head and then your protruding tummy, he walks over to the fridge shaking his head in amusement.

"I'll make ya somethin', we went shopping yesterday so the fridge has... absolutely nothing." He turns to you, confused as heck with a frown on his face. "What the fuck, princess?"

"Everything in the fridge was making me puke so I chucked it all away."

Pulling out the two items you had left, cheese and some apples, he held them up with a shake of his head. "Do we have mice?"

"No. The baby wanted them."

Returning them to the shelf, Katsuki came around the sofa and sat behind you with his legs bracketing yours. His hands resting on your stomach as he turned the TV off.

"How's about... we get out the house and I'll drive ya around until ya find somethin' ya want?"

"Really?

"Yup. We'll stop outside each restaurant and ya can sniff away like a bloodhound."

The bloodhound comment got him a smack on his thick thighs, but he chuckled anyway before tickling you back in retaliation until you threatened to pee on him. After getting showered and dressed, he helped you into his truck and strapped you in, driving down into town and stopping outside each one. His car was stocked with mints, water and some bags in case you did hurl, but he patiently drove you around until you finally settled on one place that didn't make your stomach turn.

"This one!"

"Yeah? Lemme park u- don't you dare get out the car."

"But... food."

"But, nothing. Don't think I won't pop that ass if ya get out the car without me."

Ignoring your huff of annoyance, he parked up and came around to help you out of his behemoth of a truck, holding your hand as you sniffed again walking into the restaurant. Stopping in the middle when a waiter walked by with a plate of something that made your mouth water in a good way.

"I want that."

A chuckle leaving his mouth as he guided you to a table in the corner, settling you down with a quick peck to your temple before going over the bar and asking them what had been ordered. You could see the person behind the counter look at you, understanding on their face, as they rung your order up.

"It'll be over in a bit, babe. You want water or soda to drink?"

"Coffee?"

"You had one this morning, no more caffeine. It upsets your stomach and then you can't sleep."

"But-"

"Princess, ya know I'm right."

A sigh as he watched you with a raised brow. "Fine. But we're eating here for dinner every day until the foreseeable future... or the baby changes their mind."

"Duh. I've reserved this table too."