#top bakugou

[9r7g5h]

Pray for Us Sinners

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Boku no Hero Academia 

Rating: E

Genre: Smut

Summary: Izuku had thought, for sure, he knew his lot in life. That his love for the Lord had guided him onto the right path, leading him to the seminary he called his home. Where he found peace in his studies, excited for the day he too would be able to lead the lost onto the righteous path. He had known who he was, and he was content.

Until Katsuki Bakugou was assigned as his new roommate, that is.

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Izuku had thought, for sure, he knew his lot in life. That his love for the Lord had guided him onto the right path, leading him to the seminary he called his home. Where he found peace in his studies, excited for the day he too would be able to lead the lost onto the righteous path. He had known who he was, and he was content.

Until Katsuki Bakugou was assigned as his new roommate, that is.

He had had those lustful feelings for other men before, had struggled and prayed and cried over them as he tried to find where in the Lord’s plan he would fit. Had conversed with his mother, with Father Yagi at his church, had confessed and hoped that some level of salvation would be granted upon him. Even when told there was no sin to forgive, he had still fought, still shied away from the way meeting the gaze of certain men would warm his blood and stir his stomach, leaving him flushed and fighting the urge to find release in the darkness of his room. For the most part he had gained a control his teenage self had never known, and in the safety of the Lord’s embrace he had found peace.

It helped that many of his fellow students were...interesting characters, to put it kindly, and he would leave it at that. It was not his place to judge, that was the Lord’s purview and his alone, but it did make it easier on his dick.

But Katsuki was different. There was something about him that drew Izuku towards him, that made him want to be around him despite the stirrings he could feel inside. It wasn’t just his looks, though those blazing red eyes had made him mourn the lack of privacy more than once. It was the way he talked, the way vulgarities fell from his lips so easily even as he recited the prayers from heart in the next breath without break, flipping from personal to professional with ease. How their conversations could last hours and he still felt the need to talk to him, to dive into the depths of Katsuki’s mind and pull out every thought he had ever had. How the occasional brush of their bodies when they were getting ready for the day in their far too small shared room had him rushing to leave, because staying would mean things.

Father Yagi might have been the one to point him towards the church, implying he might find the peace he searched for there, but Katsuki was the one he strived towards, in so many more ways than one.

He'd convinced himself he could be happy with friendship. So sure that, once they were out of close quarters, he could get all of this back under control, and could look at Katsuki with a pure heart once again, something fitting of their calling as men of the Lord. Their rooming situation was only for the year, and once that time had passed he would have someone like his previous roommate. Someone calming, someone he could have a pleasant conversation with without that burning need to talk. And whatever this was with Katsuki would fade into the back of his mind, disappearing as distance took hold. Izuku was sure.

Only for Katsuki to kiss him. For Katsuki to cup his face between his hands in the middle of one of his muttering rambles about theology and mythology and the millenia old connections, cutting him off midword by swiping his thumb across his lip. For Katsuki to close that distance between them, mouth burning and sweet, finally letting Izuku understand the temptation of the apple and the rush as he gave in, as his own hands reached up to tangle into hair that was just as soft as he’d hoped the first time he saw it. For Katsuki to bring tumbling down every stone Izuku had built himself upon, because that single kiss his first kiss left him shaking and panting and wanting more, wanting to devote himself to the man half bent over him so he could accept whatever he was given.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw your stupid face,” Katsuki breathed, lips running along his chin, his cheeks, light peppering of kisses up to the creases around his eyes that Izuku hadn’t even realized had appeared, that only showed up when he was smiling. Because he was, smiling, smiling and giggling as he let Katsuki kiss him, fingers turning his face for new angles to find new freckles he had yet to lay claim as his own. “Transferred to this place to be holy or whatever shit and they immediately put me with the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever seen, and then you had to go and be fucking cute on top of it. Gave me that feelings bullcrap. Bastard. Asshole.”

Izuku only laughed as Katsuki kissed him again, this time parting his lips because how could he resist? He knew he should - should accept he had been led into temptation once, even the strongest of men faltered, but he should step back, put distance between them, make it clear that as a man of the Lord he could not accept the feelings so clearly pouring from Katsuki. Because if he didn’t he would fall, would fall and wouldn’t have the strength to rise again. But it felt right, and he knew what he should but should and could were two very different things, so all Izuku could do was sit there and let Katsuki kiss him again and again, never taking it further than that but not for the lack of want.

Perhaps he sensed Izuku’s hesitance, or perhaps he had just enough shame to not try and fuck him in the depths of the seminary archives, but either way Katsuki eventually pulled back, bruised lips smirking when Izuku’s tried to chase after him for more. Instead he just gave him a snake sharp smirk, a promise of later if Izuku decided to follow this path of roses, and walked away. Leaving Izuku desperate to regain control in the archives, unable to stand for fear of someone seeing the state he was in; at least the desk and books giving him something to hide behind until he had control once again.

Control that had him on his knees in the chapel, praying for strength, for wisdom, for guidance, for some mysterious accident to befall not the super hot roommate Izuku just knew was waiting for him, but perhaps to the room itself, forcing them to live separately for at least a few days while he got his heart and mind back in alignment. His dick was a lost cause, he knew that, but the rest of him he could rededicate to the Lord and ensure his path remained stable. There was peace on this path, he was content here, he was sure his calling was to work in the Lord’s name.

And yet, when he opened the door to their shared room, the conviction he had prayed back into himself disappeared at the sight of Katsuki shirtless, because fuck those abs.

Izuku had barely closed the door when he was pinned against it, Katsuki kissing him again, only this time half dressed and laughing as he encouraged Izuku’s hands to roam, fingertips dusting over the divots he was too scared to press his hand fully against like he wanted to. So instead keeping himself to gentle touches, finger kisses while their mouths were too busy learning each other to be of much help lower down. Katsuki seemed to have no such reservations, his hands on Izuku's waist, his chest, his thighs, his ass, sinking his fingers into the muscle to pull him close. Mouth hot and wet on his throat when Izuku pulled back to breathe, one large hand twisted in his curls to tilt his head enough to give Katsuki access to his pulse.

"Leave with me," Katsuki murmured into Izuku's ear when he finally paused, giving him a moment to think. "I was already gonna jump ship; this shit ain't for me. So come with me, Izuku."

Izuku froze, eyes wide, breath stuttering in his lungs as he stared at Katsuki, pulling back as much as the door would let him. "You're leaving," he asked, confused and surprisingly hurt. Though he turned away from that pain, digging through the thoughts to latch onto a random one he could see as safe to ask. "You don't believe in the Lord?"

"Oh, I believe in the bastard alright," Katsuki said, lips pulled into sharp smirk. "I just don't think the fucker deserves to be worshiped like you." And before Izuku could think, could question, could do anything Katsuki was on his knees, Izuku’s oversized shirt pushed up to just under his pecs, popping the buttons and drawing down the zipper of his pants with his mouth, tonguing at his stomach and biting into the meat of his hip, eyes blown and hooded as he gazed up. “Let me convince you to come with me,” Katsuki said against his skin, kitten licks over the mark he had made.

“Fuck, God yes,” was all Izuku could whisper. Part of him wanted to say more, the lectures and sermons on lust and temptation swirling in his mind; telling him to stay strong, to resist, that this was his personal Judaean Desert, but his mind was fogging too quick to latch onto any of them, the denial swept away by the pleasure and sheer need for the man so willingly bending for him. Even if he could have come up with something, anything to say in that moment, his mind went blank as Katsuki took him into his mouth and sucked, wet and burning hot and overwhelming to his system that not even an hour ago had never been kissed, had only known his own hand and in comparison that was nothing. And when by pure instinct alone his hips bucked, pushing another inch past Katsuki's lips, and Katsuki moaned?

Izuku was gone. Gone and lost as he willing fell forward and twisted his fingers into Katsuki's too soft for how it looked hair, hips stuttering in an unsteady rhythm as Katsuki expertly sucked and licked and toyed with him, taking everything he could give and adding more, hands on Izuku's ass just happily pulling him forward, closer, encouraging him to fuck into Katsuki's mouth with a slap that had the muscle jiggling and Izuku almost cumming down his throat. Only by biting into and almost through his lip did he manage to hold, unsure if letting go would be appreciated, would be polite, his pace slowing as he allowed the mystery of blowjob etiquette to cut through the need.

As if sensing his hesitation Katsuki pulled away, mouthing at the tip, down the vein on the side, kissing his hip before standing to kiss Izuku himself, his lips salty with pre that should have been disgusting but that had Izuku twitching, trying to get more of the taste out of Katsuki’s mouth and from his tongue. Pulling away, his shirt was pulled over his head, dropped to the floor, Katsuki’s pants joining Izuku’s as he stepped from them, leaving them both bare and panting, hard and red and leaking.

“Bed, ‘Zuku,” Katsuki demanded, turning himself to rifle through the little drawer in the desk that made up one of the few pieces of furniture in their too small room. Izuku obeyed, nervous but wanting as Katsuki smirked, hand pulling out a bottle he recognized but that made him flush, because for that to be here, in the seminary, in their room, meant Katsuki had been doing things that Izuku himself had denied, if just for the propriety. Proprietary Izuku quickly lost as Katsuki crawled onto the bed, smile sharp as he raised the bottle of lube, settling himself easily between Izuku’s spread legs. “Last chance, baby,” Katsuki purred, leaning forward to kiss him, quick pecks that Izuku eagerly returned.

“I want Kacchan,” was all he could think to say, thoughts of temptation forgotten in lue of continued pleasure, spreading his legs wider, raising his hips and drawing him into a longer, deeper kiss as the bottle clicked open, as wet fingers circled his rim, teased into him, forcing a mewl as Katsuki stroked inside of him where no one else had been, not even himself. One becoming two making him squirm under Katsuki, cock neglected as he was stretched and Katsuki’s mouth moved from Izuku’s own to his neck, kissing at his pulse, nipping down the arch as he found and pressed on the spot that left Izuku breathless, mind blanking out and quiet for the first time since Katsuki had kissed him, unable to do more but soundlessly move his lips and his hips as he chased that feeling again. A feeling Katsuki gave him, coming back to that spot again and again as he hooked one of Izuku’s legs over his shoulder, his third finger a squeeze but the sting quickly forgotten with another stroke inside of him.

Fuck he was going to come just on Katsuki’s fingers, cock untouched, making Izuku flush and whine at the thought.

“Come on baby, hands and knees for me,” Katsuki finally said, pulling his fingers from Izuku’s ass, leaving him empty and wanting. “It’ll be easier for your first time that way.” His hand was steading as Izuku rolled, arms shaking as he raised himself into the requested position for Katsuki. “Good boy,” Katsuki whispered somewhere behind him, lips pressed to the skin behind his ear, warmth along his back as a large hand took his hip, helping to angle him, just right. The distinctive sound of Katsuki’s wet hand on his dick, slicking himself up, before Izuku felt the warm head press against his hole.

“I’ve got you,” Katsuki whispered to him, the gentle pressure slowly increasing, his lips following the path of Izuku’s freckles across his shoulders and down his back, and in that moment Izuku could believe him, that he was a being that deserved to be worshiped, something entirely holy in Katsuki’s eyes worthy of the prayers being whispered into his skin. He turned his head and let Katsuki capture his lips as the head of his cock popped in, drinking in each other’s moans as Katsuki slowly slid home, inch by inch pushed into his ass with the roll of his hips as Izuku struggled to adjust to the feeling of being so fucking full, of the stretch and the burn, perhaps the burn he had always been promised and if so one he would gladly accept the snake for.

Katsuki stopped when his hips pressed hard against Izuku’s ass, chest laid out along the length of his back, kisses peppering the back of his neck while his hands stroked his side in soothing waves, trying to bleed out the tension still there. A difficult task - it was hard to relax with a monster of a dick in your ass, but slowly Izuku accomplished it, head hanging forward to give Katsuki more access to his neck as he enjoyed being stuffed and surrounded and pet.

“You’re muttering, nerd,” Katsuki said against his shoulder, his lips curling into a smirk as he slowly pulled his hips back, whatever Izuku had been saying cut off and lost to the air at the feeling. Strong hands moved from his sides to his hips, tightening, fingers digging into the muscle and little bit of fat he found there to hold Izuku still as just the tip of his dick was left in, a strange emptiness that had Izuku squirming for something, anything to return to put out the coiled heat in his stomach. “Let’s see if I can’t finally fuck you quiet.”

The snap of his hips forced out a cry and Izuku knew he wouldn’t last long. Everything was too hot, throbbing and tight and ready to release the moment he was touched, or perhaps even without one of their hands between his legs, because Katsuki’s dick in his ass felt far too good and too much and just too everything, beyond what he had ever imagined in the depths of the night the few times he had allowed his mind to wander and wonder. Bites on his neck, his head turned to accept the wet kisses, Izuku knew he was still muttering every time their mouths parted, still begging as he rocked back to accept everything Katsuki gave him because how could he not, that cord inside was ready to break as he clenched-

And screamed as his release was cut off, something cold hard beaded strange wrapping tight around the base of his cock, sending him bucking back against Katsuki who never seemed to stop moving, his hand tight and cruel as he tortured Izuku with this new punishment he didn’t know he had earned.

“You keep calling for God,” Katsuki purred into his ear, licking at the tears spilled down Izuku’s cheeks, his voice loud enough to be heard over Izuku’s whimpers and pleas even though it was barely louder than a whimper. “‘God, harder,’” Katsuki quoted, pitching his voice up as he drove his hips in hard, whatever Izuku had been about to beg for cut off in his throat. “‘Fuck, please, God, faster,’” he teased again, never letting go of whatever cruel contraption he had between Izuku’s legs even as he picked up speed, grunting as Izuku clenched around him again and again as he kept hitting that spot that made him go blank, that whited out his vision and had him squirming and desperate. “God’s not the one fucking you, so you can come when you’re calling for me.”

Izuku wasn’t sure what he said or how he plead, only that he was, that ‘Kacchan’ fell from his lips like a chant, a prayer, the holiest word he could think of in that moment, anything to chase that peak that he’d been shown and ripped away from, that Katsuki kept pushing and pushing him towards even knowing it was a sisyphean task, that he would never reach the top and fall unless it was by his hand and his allowance alone. He begged and cried and prayed and when whatever was wrapped around his dick loosened, his face turned towards Katsuki’s and his back arched so he could be fucked and fully kissed Izuku allowed it, noises muffled as he finally spilled over Katsuki’s hand when he took him and stroked once, twice, everything too much and too sensitive to wait.

He was vaguely aware of the warm wetness that spread inside of him as Katsuki came as well, his hips only kept up by the desperate grasp his lover had on them as he chased his own release, Izuku unable to hold himself up as he sunk into his daze. He could feel as Katsuki lowered him down to the mattress, a heavy warmth pressed against his back, Katsuki’s arms wrapped tight around his waist to hold them close together as they just laid there and breathed. Breathed and cuddled and rested in the silence that enveloped them, existing within that moment of just them two that was heavy with what they had done.

“Did I convince you,” Katsuki asked, voice uncharastically quiet. “Will you leave with me?”

Izuku rolled in his arms, mouth open to respond, but paused as he felt something dig into his thigh. Reaching down, shifting through the twisted blankets to find the lumpy strand, Izuku pulled it out and held it out, immediately dropping it as he smacked Katsuki before hiding his face in his pillow, ignoring his bedmate’s laughter.

He wasn’t expecting to find his rosary in bed with him, covered in his own spend, warm to the touch from being wrapped around his dick.

“It was the first thing I grabbed,” Katsuki chuckled, leaning over the kiss the back of his shoulders, down his spine, nipping at the cheek of his ass. Izuku just looked over his shoulder and glared, his blush deepening as Katsuki spread his cheeks, watching intently as a drip of cum slid from him, down his taint, Katsuki darting forward and catching it with his tongue before it reached the sheets below him, Izuku jolting at the feeling of Katsuki’s mouth on his balls. He quickly swatted him away, forcing his wavering glare back on as Katsuki just smirked. “I’ll wash it, ‘Zuku, so don’t be mad.”

Izuku was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a liar, so he couldn’t even lie to himself that he was still angry when Katsuki pouted, shifting back so he was back at the top of the too small for both of them bed, his arm raised in the offer and hope for cuddles. After a long moment Izuku just sighed and shifted into his arms, letting that warmth envelope him once again, nuzzling his face into Katsuki’s neck and breathing in the smell of the man he could, perhaps, be in love with. The man he wanted, at least, was willing to accept as more important than the path he had been so sure was the one he would walk, because Izuku was sure he would follow him.

He would leave with him, would leave this little piece of peace and follow him willingly into the unknown, and trust that whatever path they ended up on together would be the right one.

After Katsuki washed his rosary, of course.

[END]

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[000bun]

[noodles-and-tea]

Watching

[yuujiology]

“c’mon katsuki, put your back into it, you need those funds for izukus hero suit, no?”

“mention that shitnerd while im riding you again, and i swear to god, ill blast your f-fucking face off..” katsuki bounced on top of you, grinding his hips in the way that made your toes curl.

“aww dont be a party pooper, katsuki, i know the truth. and to be honest with you, i think its cute,” at that, katsuki moaned. a dirty thing that made your cock throb.

“f–fuck you, small dick bastard,“ it felt like shockwaves crackled through katsukis body as you began to meet his ass where it fell, balls slapping the plush of his ass with every thrust, pounding into him deeper.

“you are many things but i never thought a liar was one of them,” you pushed him down, flat on his back. he looked so disheveled, eyes glazed, and breath coming in shaky puffs. you leaned down to the junction in his neck and bit him, “since im so small i guess you wouldnt feel if i did this huh?”

you aligned the tip of your cock to his puckered hole and instantly drove into him. melting at the familiar embrace of his inviting hole. a silent scream garbled from katsukis throat, “never do that bullshit…again, haa–“

you pulled out excruciatingly slowly, you couldnt help the devilish smile that broke out onto your face with the way his asshole wouldn’t let your tip go. then, you slammed back in to the hilt. katsukis abs rippled from how his back arched.

“i call the shots around here, dynamite. now, do as we practiced.” katsukis brows furrowed with embarrassment as his shaky hands slid to his chest and he began to play with his nipples. his spine tingled as his pleasure from his nipples travelled straight to his cock. the pink buds became so sensitive over the time you both have been teasing them, he has to apply bandaids on them.

youve changed his body so much, he feels like a woman. not only can he cum from you just playing with his ass, now he can cum by only playing with his nipples too.

you leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose, “goodboy, youve become so obedient, just for me yeah?”

“yeah, j–just for you.”

[finsplurtz]

— waking up to a horny Bakugo gulp

He’s all squirmy and touchy, kissing sloppily at your neck. “I need you yn…” he’d whine pathetically as he’d grind his clothed dick on your thigh. “hon, you have work in the morning..” you kiss back. He has an important job tomorrow, you can’t take away his walking abilities tonight. “I don’t care yn pleeease~..” he sounds so cute and needy:(

having him sit in between your legs and wrapping your hand around his and guiding it to his dick.“you can make do with this, can’t you..?” You whisper into his ear, kissing his neck. He’d whimper and grind up into his own hand. He’s all sweaty and loud, chasing after an orgasm. “look at my hand hon..” he’d looked down at your hand moving with his, he’d gasp and let out a small cry. Hold him by his jaw as you whisper dirty little things into his ear. “aren’t you needy tonight…don’t worry.. next time I’ll make sure to take real good care of you..put that tight hole of yours into use..~” He’d moan so loudly, curse words falling out of his mouth. you’re fighting the urge to have him bounce on your cock it’s killing you

“you’d like that..~?” You tighten your hand around his having him jerk up. “y-ye…yes..”

“yeah..?” “mmhm..! fuck I’m go-..nna c-come..fuck fuck fuck..” his dick would twitch violently just at your voice. “wanna come, baby?” The smirk can be heard in your voice and it has him spiraling “yh…please..” he’d beg humping into his hand. you whisper something into his ear before sucking at his neck as he perks up and releases all over his and your hands. “fuuuck…hngh..~” his mind is going blank as you stroke him thru his orgasm. Little noises leave his mouth and his hand goes limp.

You use his thighs to get off when he’s sound asleep

[poofbark]

hc where they unknowingly edated each other in middle school

[cloudyzeusy]

Fucked into Submission ||

pairing: katsuki bakugou X top reader

warning: cheating, creampies, feminine terms

"Shiiit how could you ever convince yourself you were a top." I groaned pounding into him gripping his waist.

"Look at you whining and moaning like a bitch ugh this pussy is too good to ever been fucking anyone."

It was funny no one would ever believe this was Dynamight the number one hero. Gladly taking my cock like a slut too fucked out to even make any noises other then moans.

"Imagine Kirishima could see you now his top boyfriend bouncing on another man's cock. His own little clit not being touched." I huffed emptying my load into his cunt filling him up I pulled out my dick slapping on his juicy ass as I watched my cum flow out of him.

"Next time you fuck him make sure you think of me fucking you into submission." I smirked.

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: babies!!!! you’re also referred to as “ma” once

okay but like,,,,,first time dad Bakugou giving his baby their first bath after coming home!!! you’re fluttering around the kitchen, trying to make sure you have your daughters towel ready, her baby safe soap, a tiny washcloth, that her teeny tiny pajamas are in the dryer.

it’s only when you take a second to ask Bakugou something do you finally just—pause. your gaze instantly softens, a lovesick smile inching on your face as you watch your big buff pro hero husband hunch over the kitchen sink.

your daughter is resting in the baby bath seat, lilac colored and reclined back. she squirms when Bakugou lets the warm water run over her naked, fat little belly. her face scrunches at the new sensation, fists balling up against her chest. he coos at her, gentle,

“I know, ya little princess. Feels weird on ya, doesn’t it?” he asks her, voice so small under the running water. he cups his hand, holds a handful of water, tilts her fat cheek up to let it slide in her neck rolls that always smell like milk. she whines at that, sniffles and hiccups before she cries. you go to take a step forward, to console her, but Bakugou is so patient.

“It’s alright,” he kisses her tears away. “Daddy’s just tryna help you.” he runs the water all over her body, and paired with his softly spoken words, does she finally quiet after a few seconds. her little body trembles with the aftermath, pouty lips puffy and he can’t help but smooth his hand over the softness of her face.

“Yer a crybaby, just like your ma.” he whispers to her, grinning when that breaks you out of your stupor to smack him on the shoulder. you both laugh at that, and you finally feel the peace that is your little family. you lean against Bakugou’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his jaw before looking at your daughter again.

“You’re gonna be a great dad,” you mumble into his skin. he doesn’t say anything, but you can feel his shuddering breath, and the calmness that blankets the rest of your house.

[hatsunevita]

imagine if deku IS going to become quirkless at the end and he’s gonna be so worried bakugou wouldn’t be friends with him anymore and wouldn’t consider him as equal anymore AND BAKUGOU IS SO PISSED BY THE VERY THOUGHT OF IT LIKE WTF BOI HAVENT U NOTICED ALL THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT I’VE HAD????

i honestly think that when the fight is over and deku comes to a realisation he’s never gonna be so powerful as he was with a quirk and it HAS TO be bakugou to convince him that quirkless or not, he’ll always be a hero.

i think horikoshi wouldn’t miss an opportunity to make such a parallel to their s1 version and i’m almost 100% sure we’ll get a scene like that

[oifaaa]

I genuinely forgot how funny All Might is as a character one of the first things Izuku tells him about himself is how he gets bullied everyday at school for being a quirkless loser and Yagis immediate response to that is to go "oh I see so there's a vacancy to be your number 1 bully outside of school" the citizens are right he is an icon

[zazter-den]

You didn't know what exactly was going through your fiance Katsuki's mind when he invited your exes to your friends-only wedding.

You grew even more suspicious when he swore to you on his life that he wouldn't say a word to them. That with the invitation, he just wanted to clear the air. After letting you choose the cake, taking care of the custom gown you wanted with his mom, and supporting you through family drama-It was really the only thing he truly requested during the full blown circus that was marrying a Pro-Hero. And if he was avoiding them anyway, how much harm could it be?

It was only during the reception, when Kirishima put the chair in the middle of the dancefloor and Katsuki shot a wild grin at your former lovers as he got up from the table, that you realized your mistake.

True to his word- Katsuki never said a thing to your exes. But then again, he didn't need to. Not with the way he hooked both your pretty heels over his shoulder as he dove under your skirts. Nearly growling, he nipped up your thigh to your garter. Chuckling hotly as he felt you tremble with need the moment he pressed a kiss to your clit, before he ripped the piece of lace down your leg with his teeth.

You should've known better. The only way Dynamight clears the air is with an explosion of sparks.

[origintriodaily]

The new Saikyo Jump clear files

[mlm-headcanons]

bottom Bakugo x male reader

Nsfw content, minors do not interact

Aged up characters (they are sharing an apartment)

This is a mlm blog, though no pronouns are used in this scenario, females do not interact.

Your friends are over at your place and Bakugo thinks it would be a good idea to act out in front of them.

“Fu- ha… ngh.. stop it!” Bakugo moaned as you pressed him against the door. “Why would I? If you think you can act all bratty in front of MY friends? Fine, have it your way.”

Your grip tightened on his hardened dick, making him gasp for air. He was almost choking on his own spit. “Y-youu… uhhh.. agh!” “You want to say something?” He tried to choke out something but instead of actual words, only moans came past his lips.

His fingers curled, trying to grasp something, get a grip. Yet he was pressed against your bathroom door, with nothing to get a hold of. His legs trembled and he bent forward a little more, involuntarily giving you better access to his back. Or more his ass.

Three of your fingers moved inside him without a trace of synch and it was driving him insane. Every time you pressed against his prostate hard, he had to suppress a scream. Your other hand was still pumping him, smearing the leak of his previous denied orgasms all over him. “P-please!” You stopped in your tracks. He just whined. “What was that?” You acted surprised, maybe you really were. It was one of the words one heard from him way too rarely. Besides the notorious ‘I’m sorry.’ Hearing that would truly be a miracle. “I said please, motherf- hng, ah!” You couldn’t let him finish that sentence. “Try that again?” you asked with a sweet voice. “Fuck you!”

Enough. Your hand moved from his dick to his neck and you pulled him back to choke him. “Think about that attitude again. Maybe then I’ll let you cum. Tonight.” With that you let go of him and he stood against the door, breathing heavily. His own hand grazed over the bruised skin on his neck while you paid no mind to him and just washed your hands at the sink. “Clean yourself up!” were your last words towards him before you opened the door and left the bathroom.

Outside you were met with your two friends who were now engaged in conversation of their own. As soon as you stepped towards the sofa, they looked up at you. “Is Bakugo-san okay?” one of them asked with a worried expression. You smiled at them. “He’s gonna be just fine. It was one of his scars, like I told you. He’ll be back in a minute.” You sat down with them.

When Katsuki came back soon after, his gaze was glued to the floor, not daring to look at either of you. He had replaced his t-shirt with a sleeveless turtleneck. You noticed one of your friends open their mouth to ask about it, but they closed it only a second after. Bakugo sat down on an armchair opposite you. He knew he couldn’t dare to take a seat beside you again, try his luck by provoking you. He had done that enough. This was gonna be a long evening and he could only hope for the night to be in his favour.

[finsplurtz]

can’t dom — katsuki.bakugou

— subtop ! male.reader x dombot ! Katsuki Bakugo

— contents : dom!bottom bakugo to sub , riding , challenge lol! overstim , crying , biting , -150 aura

warnings : none that ik of…

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last time you fucked bakugou he tried taking control. you guys were mid fuck when he pounced on you and tried riding you but you quickly regained that control by fucking him into next week.

he wasn’t upset at the moment but afterwards, definitely. he refused to speak to you or even acknowledge you.. but he couldn’t go very far with the silent treatment as he started to crave you again.

“yn why don’t you let me dom.” he asked when you guys were alone.

“well….because you probably suck at it and you won’t make me cum, I have my own pace” you smiled and kissed his cheek while he shoved you away.

“HOW DO YOU KNOW I SUCK AT IT I COULD BE REALLY GOOD.” he yelled at you, you sighed.

“fineee if you really wanna try to, go ahead but I guarantee you won’t be able to make me cum”

“you’ll fucking see you bastard..” he grit his teeth and stormed out of the room.

well this should be erm fun

“I’ll make you eat your words bitch..” said the blonde while he pressed your tip against his hole. you were lying down on your bed with your hands behind your head watching your cute boyfriend try to use you as his fuck toy.

as expected, he was going painfully slow. taking his time. not on purpose… you’re just really big and getting you inside him without your help takes mad time.

“nngh…” he moaned at the stretch, he wasn’t even half way down and you started to contemplate wether or not you should just knock him out and fuck him restlessly, enough that he forgives you for not letting him dominate.

once he FINALLY got you all the way in he was already out of breath and flustered, his hands rested on your abdomen and he looked at your…..unsatisfied face…..

his breath hitched and he grit his teeth.

“I-i can make you…cum..! I won’t stop till you’re..crying from me m-milking you..” he smirked as best as he could, you just smiled at his cuteness, you were fighting the urge to fuck him up right then and there….

He slowly lifted himself up and lowered himself down, his own body already twitching. He’d glance at you to see some sort of reaction but you were just watching it happen, with a nonchalant expression.

His bit the inside of his cheeks and picked up the pace, hitting his own prostate harder and faster drawing nasty whiny moans out of him.

he peeked at you and felt his dick throb at the sight of you panting with furrowed eyebrows. He started getting restless, bouncing on your cock. the sound of skin slapping skin and moans filled the room along with the sweet smell of sex.

“haa…auhn..~ s..sto..” the blonde whined feeling your hands gently caress his milky thighs, he harshly grabbed your hands and placed them above your head as to…….pin you

your boyfriend being shorter than you, he was basically laying on you and gave up on trying to hold your hands back. He continued to fuck himself on your dick, his moans sounded clearer since he was closer to you, he was making this way harder.

“uugh-! Imma c…c..uaahhn~!” He jolted up, his cum spilling on both yours and his stomach. you quietly sighed and pet his head as he was trying to catch his breath.

he was confused but then realized…..you still hadn’t come yet….? he sat up and looked you in the face with an angry expression.

“I…I’m not.. done…” his shaky hands helped him lift himself up and SLAM himself down on your twitching dick, you let out a very small grunt of pleasure and he grinned.

he continued to do that, just slam himself on your length while squeezing around you, it hadn’t even been 40 minutes and this was already taking a lot of out him, you weren’t even close to coming…

he continued to do that for at least 2..and a half hours

by now your dick hurt from it being rubbed on too much, but other than that you were totally fine. Your boyfriend on the other end….. his thighs would twitch out of nowhere, his shaky arms couldn’t even help him lift himself up. Tears stained his frustrated face, a bit of drool slipping out. he’d made a sticky mess downstairs, his cum covered his dick and your stomach, he didn’t have the energy to get it up anymore.

“ugh…w-why won’t you…c-c…cum..” he slowly began to grind on you to maybe get you to cum. The only reason you haven’t taken over was cause well, he asked you not to and he was DETERMINED.

“katsuki, are you done?” you brought your hand up to his cheek, caressing it with your thumb. His eyes widened…….you weren’t…close at all..

more tears welled up in his eyes and his lip trembled, you almost felt bad…

you sat up and he squeaked feeling you accidentally hit his sweet spot. “you did well, dear..” you kissed his lips. He was too tired to fight you off, his eyes were starting to flutter shut

“k- katsuki don’t pass out on me…….” you gently tapped his face to keep him awake. He had riled you up, there’s no way you can go to sleep now… but he’d come so many times:(

“fine just…let me..” he gasped as you lifted his ass up and slowly slid him back down, this was like the pace he was going at. you can’t come to this… you began to fuck into him quicker and rougher, his chest rose and fell rapidly as louder moans filled the bedroom.

“UGH FU- STOP S..SLOW D-DOWN—! HURTS..!” he bit your shoulder hardd, you hissed and pushed his back on the bed continuing to fuck him while watching him freak out and lose himself in the pleasure.

“NNH..C..CUM..” his nails digging into your thighs as he twitched and came with a scream. you kept going even after he came, you were close just need a bit more….

“aghh…~! so..so d..deep mhhn”he didn’t struggle anymore, no complaints he just took it. you could hear a bit of a smile behind his moans, you looked at him and he was in pure bliss.

this pushed you over the edge and you let out a pathetic whimper into his ear as you filled him up with your hot liquids.

hair stuck to his forehead and he bit his bottom lip moaning girlishly.

He was trembling crazy, he laughed a little before telling you to fuck him deeper in which you sighed tiredly and pulled out of him. He whined a “noooo” in return, the tiredness coming back to him.

you moved him closer to you and ran your fingers thru his hair to put him to sleep faster. he let out a small “hate you” before knocking out for the next couple hours.

next morning he woke up and started a tantrum

“you lost”

“NO FUCKFACE YOURE JUST HARD TO PLEASE”

“you had 3 hours of riding me and you couldn’t get anything out of me….” You argued and he yelled at you for hours

he tired himself out once again and fell back asleep in the comforts of your arms.

a/n; he’s cute yall sthu

[theloveinc]

There's a lot of validity in the idea that older Bakugo is a traumatized pro-hero with major PTSD... but you know what's kinda fucked up to think about? The fact that Bakugo is also a 22-year-old pro-hero with major PTSD even before that, too.

It's almost easy to imagine that things are actually better when he's older (the therapy finally a routine, the trauma long set and on the path to being healed)... and that it's his whole 20s that are spent as a pool of disaster trying to recover from the war(s).

He looks back and barely even remembers being twenty, much less twenty-five or twenty-seven. Barely remembers how little he slept, not at the hands of trying to balance hero work and getting a degree at the same time, but just out of the pure insomnia that came from trying to move on and every nightmare attached.

Hardly ever showering, never shaving (not that he ever grew much of a beard, but the facial hair was definitely there. There's pictures of him on the news with an awkward, grown out haircut and patches on facial hair that make him look positively... immature), barely even eating more than a few protein bars or an energy jelly drink-a day. It's a blur, and his friends are hardly there to pick him up out of it because they're all going through it, too. Somewhat.

It's definitely weird if you meet him during this period. He's not all there, at least, not all of the time. He doesn't really register your interactions, the friendship you extend to him (a younger, or ever older, version of him would've shown you that deep seeded ferocity in response, tried to bite the hand that fed him, even if it were love... but 20s Bakugo... doesn't seem to notice). Even though only one of his eyes is clouded over, the good one never seems to brighten up.

There's definitely moments when the old him shines through: when he's with Deku, when he's in the midst of battle, when he finds out that Todoroki still does a shitty job at chopping scallions. But it's a long time before he's even close to the same, able to step out from underneath the fog of simply surviving and into the sunshine of recovering.

But I think sticking through it with him is worth it.

(It's a weird moment, a happy moment, the first time you realize that Bakugo has changed. That the pouring rain outside hasn't bothered him since he showed up at your apartment. He forgot his umbrella, he's been quite careless ever since the war—wet and shaggy hair frizzed up, cheeks red from cold—but he doesn't seem to mind, with his bare feet up on your coffee table, his eyes gazing out the window. You hand his tea, and instead of gulping it down in one go, letting it burn in his throat, he winces at the heat.

"Tastes like shit," he says, and you laugh because it always does. Just this time, he noticed.)

[cloudyzeusy]

Katsuki has been getting on my nerves lately purposefully riling me up to get a reaction out of me. I usually ignore him which annoys him then he pleads me to fuck him.

But this time i had enough i bent Katsuki over the bed ignoring his angry words. I slapped his ass shutting him up and is pushed in my lubed cock groaning as i entered his tight heat.

I fucked him into the bed not letting him pull away forced to take all of my cock against his throbbing prostrate. Till he had no strength to let out anything but begs for more.

I railed his bubble butt filling it with my warm cum this should put him back in line and if not i'll be happy to do it again.