Bakugou Katsuki Smut - Tumblr Posts

*thinking of an new fanifc idea for my masterlist but sadly my phone has been broke for three months straight*

So happy to see this design in the new ending XD

Nah I swear y’all I’m a feminist....kill all men or sum like that BUT THIS BUT THIS. That’s what I want Hood Bakugou

Ghad damn 😭😩🙏🏾🤤☺️😘🙇🏾‍♀️🥰😋😝🥵👀🤰🏾🤱🏾

Imagine starting a relationship with hood!Bakugou after months of him trying to bag you.

♡♡

You always thought he was fine asf, but you were kinda weary cause like,, he's hot, (kinda) respects his momma, has cash and no hoes? There's got to be a catch.

Once he cuffed, he treated you like a queen. Paying for your nails, sending you out with your girlfriends on spa days, letting you come in him with him for smoke sessions, settling on his lap and listening to his lazy drawl.

When you were sad, he would immediately be there, taking you out and dolling you up, threatening to shoot whoever fucked you up, even if it was your own parents. If you weren't in the mood to go out, he would lay you down, spread your plush thighs and stay there for hours working you up. Wouldn't stop till his face was smeared in your essence, eyes glassed over and dark. He would work his way back to your body, letting you taste yourself on his tongue before jerking off onto your tits, cleaning you up and holding you till the morning, when you'd wake up with a massage and some dick. Maybe he'd even bring you some food from your fav fast food place across town.

Being with him was amazing, until it wasn't. Yeah he treated you good, but shit. Ditching you on dates to take care of "business", spoiling the shit outta you when you got pissy instead of actually comforting you like he should. It was annoying, and when he didn't even show up when you told him to come home at a certain time for a surprise? You were livid. Him walking through the door 4 hours late, smelling like bud and laughing with Kirishima had you clenching your fists, not even letting the red head get out a word before you were growling for him to leave, you'd talk to him later. Bakugou blocked the doorway, raising a displeased eyebrow at you.

"Fuck is your deal, y/n?"

You scoff at his use of your name, strutting over to the two men. Kirishima's eyes flick between the two of you, gulping harshly at the tension. He had never seen you this mad, and it was making him nervous.

"My deal? You were supposed to be here 4 hours ago. I made dinner, cleaned the apartment, got new shit just for you and you blew me off, again."

He rolled his crimson eyes, crossing his thick arms over his chest.

"Stop trippin Ma. I lost track of time-"

"I should go."

You both snap your heads in the direction of Kirishima, face red and hands tugging at his cami, making his way quickly over to the door and shutting it with an awkward wave of his hand.

The minute the door closes you turn back to Bakugou, whose eyes are already locked on you.

"You're insufferable."

He laughs, running a hand through his hair.

"You know you like it."

You grit your teeth, tears of frustration burning at the back of your eyes.

"God, why do you do this? You flake on me, make me feel all shitty and then come back all smiles like you did nothing wrong. I just,, I...."

Bakugou turns away from you, kicking off his shoes in disinterest.

"I- I- , you what, Mama? Spit it out like a good fuckin' girl "

Ignoring the way heat prickles at you when he says that, you wait till he turns back around, keeping eye contact as you spit out,

"I fucking hate you."

He's on you in a flash, hand curling around your neck while the other knots into your hair. He's close, annoyingly so, breath fanning across you face as his eyes bore into yours with a suffocating intensity.

"Say it again."

You keep your mouth shut, glaring up at him before he yanks your head back by the grip on your roots.

"Say. That. Shit. Again."

You snarl up at him, about to mouth the words once again when he propels forward, teeth clashing against yours before his tongue slides out of his mouth, sliding against yours. He kisses you hard, leaving no room to move or breathe.

The smell of him is familiar and comforting, surrounding you as you begrudgingly melt into his arms.

He brings the hand in your hair down to your ass, giving it a sharp smack and kneading the soft flesh afterwards. He pulls away from your lips, watching you chase after them.

"You hate me?"

You nod, fire burning behind your eyes. He grabs the back of your neck and forces you down onto your knees, rocking his hips against your face.

"I don't think you hate me. I think you just like acting like a little slut to get your way."

You huff and reach up to take his cock out of his sweats, but he slaps your hands away.

"Nuh uh, sweetheart. Brats who hate their Daddies don't get cock. You should be thankful I'm even letting you watch."

He steps away from you, tugging his sweats and boxers down to rest under his ass, piercings glittering in the dim lighting. Your mouth waters at the sight, thick cock standing tall, veins scattered all around it, the most prominent one right under the head of his fat cock, a Jacob's ladder sitting directly under his leaking head, your eyes following the bead of pre rolling down. His dick twitches when you run your tongue along your bottom lip, practically drooling. He moans softly, hips grinding into his hand.

"Bet you want my cock in your mouth, hah?. You wish you hadn't said shit, that you kept your cute mouth shut till I told you to fuckin open it."

You tremble in front if him, thighs pressing together as you watch him get off, his free hand reaching up to tug and rub at his nipple, drawing a groan from the blonde's chest. He slides his hand roughly up his cock, fingers brushing along the sensitive vein and piercing, circling the head of dick before dragging back down to cup his balls, hisses and curses falling out of his mouth. You watch him throb and writhe in front of you, vermillion eyes locked on you. You trail your gaze from his fat, leaking cock, to his shaking thighs, his clenched abs, all the way up to those eyes, and your breath gets caught in your throat. His eyebrows are scrunched up in pleasure, cheeks flushed and lip swollen and bitten, drool falling out of his open, panting mouth as he stares hard at you.

"Fuck. Suck- suck my cock, slut."

You don't have to be told twice.

You immediately jerk forward, lips wrapping around the head of him, tongue slipping in and swirling around. You run your fingers down, fondling his balls before rubbing down on his taint, making him let out a strangled moan, trying to push you further down. You resist, taking your time and rubbing your tongue along the piercing, fiddling with it before letting your teeth scrape against the throbbing vein under his head, barely nicking it before he floods your mouth with cum, hips spasming against your mouth as he finally pushes you all the way down, your eyes watering as you struggle to swallow and breathe. He shudders above you, gold chain swinging. You look up at him through your lashes when you pull up, sticking out your tongue and showing him you got everything. He huffs out a breathless laugh, leaning down to spit a glob on your tongue before yanking you up and kissing you once more.

"Still hate me?"

You shake your head, leaning in for another kiss.

"Good."

He slips a hand into your bottoms, sliding thick fingers through your slit.

"Fuck, I could just slide in right now, huh? Get this wet just from sucking me off, such a dirty little bitch."

You whimper, letting him lift your leg and rip your panties off.

It was gonna be a long night

@hanji-is-life

Hello, miggiisdumb I have something very important to say and In my minds every should know about you and your writings.

Girl I hope your favorite character come up in yo house one day and eat you out like the goddesses you are,you deserve yo shit eaten left to right,upside down,forward and backwards,double Dutch and ect.

I don’t know why you decided to just come on this app and create such a damn amazing story. But from the bottom of my foot to the top of the hair on my head.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

If y’all thought I was done with Bully Bakugou think again🔫

cw: +18, fingering, public sex, degradation, slight breeding kink and dumbification if you squint

Bakugou’s always so mean to you- but you’re “secretly” a pervert and love every minute of it.

It’s just something about the way he gets so angry, that narrow of his vermilion eyes and snarl on that ferally-handsome face. You were hooked on it from the very first day you started working as his sidekick, felt your legs clench when he seized you down from head to toe.

“Better not get in my way, rookie.”

God, even his voice has you delirious.

So you do everything to get on Bakugou’s nerves- act like a total ditz just so he could make fun of you for it, “conveniently” forget paperwork so he could be all up in your face, seething at you for being such an airhead, or even lose spars on purpose during training, just to feel his muscle bound body manhandle you down on the mats, trap your hands behind your back, words of condescension almost making you soak through your leggings.

You figured it was starting to become obvious by the way you sometimes purposely drop things whenever he’s around and bent over to grab them, ass out and obvious from your leotard hugging your curves- but Bakugou’s eyes burning on the backside of your thighs is always worth it.

You’re none the wiser when Bakugou demands you to follow him down a dark alleyway, cutting your patrol path short because the day’s boring and slow. You don’t expect to be pushed against the wall, breath knocked out of you and still rendered breathless with the broad chest trapping you still, hot huffs of a growl dancing on your face.

“You must think you’re real funny, rookie- think I got all the patience to deal with you.” Bakugou spat, tight grip on your hips having you hitching your breath when he pulled you flushed on him.

“You some kind of slut that gets off of flashin’ her ass around, hah?”

Heavy gauntlets clank so loud against the ground that it wouldn’t be surprising if any passerby caught the sound and saw the indecency of two respectful heroes on duty, but that was the least of your concerns.

Dazed eyes watched the way Bakugou bit a glove off, revealed his big, marred and calloused hand from years of work, followed it down your body, between brown thighs that clenched tight around his wrist when he moved your leotard out of the way and brushed rough tips between your already wet lips. It was like electricity tazzed all of your nerves as he rubbed lazy circles on your clit.

And nasty words kept being whispered in your ear.

“Shit, look at this mess. Walkin’ around in public when you’re this filthy... you really got no shame, sweet cheeks.”

Bakugou slides two fingers in with ease and your jaw slants wide open from the stretch, ten times better than what your fingers or toys could try to replicate. He pumps them once, twice,three times, and juices are squelching all over, loud and crude, your shaky hands gripping his shoulder as you curl on his chest, panting and gasping because he was picking up speed with every passing second, curling on the spongy spot within your pussy regardless of how much you squeezed around his fingers.

The free hand gripped your jaw, hoisted your head up so teary eyes are meeting his lidded ones, deep cherry red from lust as he speaks against your lips.

“You did all of this on purpose, didn’t you?” Bakugou purrs, almost lovingly pecks your lips. “Just what exactly are ya trying to get at, baby?”

He figured he could call you out and tease you for being a pervert, thinking your dumb little attempts at trying to seduce him would go unnoticed, then be mean and leave you all hot and bothered during the rest of your patrol.

He wasn’t expecting you to smile back- wasn’t expecting your hands to grab his arm and grind yourself deeper on his fingers, sensitive nub rubbing on his palm, moans hazing so softly against his mouth as you stare at him in drunken infatuation.

“I want your babies.” You whispered and it drives Bakugou wild, restraint gone as if it was never even there.

“Bend over.”

There’s no room to complaints and you more than happily comply.

It ends with Bakugou being nice to you for once and carrying you the rest of the way back to the agency, still dumb from all the loads stuffed into your poor and sensitive cunt.

Y’all smut writers are on this app just out here showing out…..like damn!! Out here showing y’all while ass MHA writers I’m looking at you….monster fuckers….bicth me 2 but damn! haikyuu writers y’all sure as hell ain’t slick….but I am 😶😳🚪🏃🏾‍♀️

jujutsu kaisen I- I don’t what to even talk about y’all,go outside let’s get a little more human interaction because y’all minds wander a lil far (I’m joking bc bicth my mind be all over the place.) 

We not even about to get into the NSFW artist! My cams roll sick of y’all mfs y’all…..just might be angels ngl tho.

But with my rant over I genuinely want to say thank you for all the work effort and all of your Beautiful ideas you put out into the world ❤️❤️

THE LOVE YOU GET IS EQUAL TO THE LOVE YOU GIVE | PART THREE

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!Reader Warnings/Tags: 18+ mdni, aged up characters, arranged marriage, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampies, car handjob + fingering, angst continues Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: Things start to heat up between you and Katsuki and you think things are getting better, but when something happens to put you in the villain’s crosshairs, Bakugou finds it hard to open up to you, thinking he’s protecting you by keeping you in the dark.

Part One // Part Two // Part Three //

It had been a couple days since your failed attempt at dinner had interrupted your first real intimate moment with Katsuki since your wedding night, and you were determined to try again.  

Getting off work early, you stopped at the store on the way home and began cooking as soon as you returned, tying Katsuki’s apron around your waist and triple checking the recipe.  You wanted everything to be perfect for him when he got home.

To your surprise, everything was coming together well, and a delicious smell filled the kitchen instead of acrid smoke.  Incredibly pleased and rather proud of yourself, you checked your phone, grinning at the text from Bakugou that he was on his way.

However, as soon as your phone chimed with a second notification, your smile faltered.  

Kirishima: Hey, just thought I’d warn you.  Not exactly a great day for Baku-bro.

‘What happened?’ you quickly typed back, your stomach twisting uncomfortably.  ‘Is he alright??’

The seconds it took for Kirishima’s reply felt like ages and you stared at the three little dots with dread.

He had to be alright, you thought, trying to calm your racing heart.  He’d texted you, so he couldn’t be hurt.  His message was curt, but that’s just how he texts.

Keep reading

WAIT?! When did I write this trashy ass banger?! 🥵

Toxic pussydrunk best friend/ fuck buddy bakugou

He’s fighting for the spot Basketball player Bakugou owns in my mind,and he might just fucking win.

I’m not talking like one-sided toxic I’m talking evil twin evil twin, imagine with me because bicth 🧍🏾‍♀️

It all started when your mom coworker invited you to a birthday party for her son, that’s where it all went downhill.

You didn't even want to attend, but MOTHER KNOWS BEST ore something like that

But that was six years ago

TW: Cheating / Slight breeding kink if you look hard enough

Now your 21 begging that same boy to go faster as he slowly thrust into you,making you take each inch slowly like he cares.

-What your flaccid boyfriend not big enough sweetheart,need a real man to bully that pretty pussy don’t you.

Roll your eyes as he bottom out letting out that breathy moan he loves oh so much,but not without a slick…comment of your own.

-Golden coming from you,Your girlfriend asked me today why you wouldn’t fuck her.

His comprehensive thoughts quickly gone as he trusted deeper cock twitching inside your fluttering walls

-Come on baby,tell me why don’t you fuck her like you fuck me?

His firm grip on your hips stoping the way your hips roll against his, muttering under his breath leting out the most erotic pretty moans forcing you to cockwarm him before his hips snap back forcing himself deeper into your cunt.

-She’s not you, fucking damn I want this pussy all for myself. Wanna see you dripping with my cum nobody else’s.

-HEY BABY, I missed you!

Bakugou rolled his eyes watching as you straddle your boyfriend, the only thing that made this bearable is knowing your leaking out his cum.

“Why don’t we ever do cute shit like that?”

-Shut up I’m studying

Studying the way you squeezing your thighs together but studying nonetheless.

APHRODISIAC! (Bakugou x Reader)

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Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Summary: Katsuki gets hit with an aphrodisiac quirk. You decide to check in on him. What could go wrong?

Chapter Content Warnings:  fem!reader, dubcon, smut, porn with little to no plot, aphrodisiac quirks, quirkless reader, prohero!katsuki, rough sex, borderline free use, biting, creampie, multiple orgasms (fem!receiving), masturbation, edging (kinda), manhandling, katsuki is dominant but also not idk he's desperate, possessiveness, overstimulation, size kink, scent kink, some light aftercare! woo hoo!, friends to lovers sort of

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: yeah ik this isn't what i typically write but idk where this came from. i had a thought and it spiraled bad and now i have this. there is no deeper message. there is no meaning. i wrote this to make him FUCK and be kinda weird and desperate and pathetic about it. i needed to see him physically overpower us while also so desperate that it makes him look stupid. i feel violent. this bad boy is not going on ao3 lol. anyway, enjoy, heed the warnings.

Katsuki paces around the one bedroom apartment he rents in downtown Musutafu. His skin is tingling. Every nerve he has burns like it's been set on fire, needing some sort of touch to soothe it. His cock aches between his legs, hard and leaking against the side of his thigh. Katsuki grits his teeth, running his hands over his hair and then letting his palms slide down the sides of his exposed biceps. 

Sweat collects on his skin, the kind that comes from desperation or maybe a fever, and he feels it on his palms when he lets them drop to his sides and clenches his fists. Fuck, he can't believe he got hit with a non-fatal quirk and had to be sent home. It's humiliating. What's worse is that it hasn't worn off yet, rendering him completely useless. 

He sits on his couch, his legs spread wide, and leans back against the couch cushions, wincing as he reaches to unbutton his pants. He's never been this sensitive in his life and it almost hurts to grab his cock and pull it from his pants. Katsuki watches it twitch for a moment, rigid between his legs and leaking pre-cum from its angry tip. He doesn't even have to think about anything in particular, he's just turned on. Unbearably so. 

Katsuki wraps his hand around the base of his cock and jerks upward once, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth at his own sensitivity. Then, the desperation sets in fully and he squeezes the head of his cock with a wince and a low groan before beginning to slide his hand up and down. He pauses to spit into his palm, desperate for some sort of relief from the tension weaving its way through his body, his hand moving faster and fast over this dick. Katsuki only pauses when he touches his overly sensitive head, swallowing down an audible moan as he moves his hips to desperately fuck his fist. 

He tries not to think of the humiliation in this, instead focusing on chasing a high that seems to get farther and farther. He stays like this for a while, desperately fucking his fist with low groans and whines. His face is completely flushed, sweat beading on his brow and forehead, covering every inch of his skin with a pathetic, glowing sheen. God, he's almost fucking angry. The frustration, the sheer desperation for release, is making it difficult to control his temper and he knots his free hand into the soft pillow beside him, raising it to his face and using it to cover his head so he can be a little louder. 

He's desperately humping his fist when his doorbell rings. At first, it's only once and Katsuki thinks he can ignore it, but then it comes again, five more times and consistently more aggressive. 

"Katsuki?" your voice calls through the wood paneling of his door. "I heard you got hit with a quirk and sent home. Let me in." 

He furrows his eyebrows at the irony of the last person in the world he wants to encounter at a time like this. Pretty, quirkless, you. His long time friend and recent dispatcher at his agency. Someone he secretly wants to fuck even without the aphrodisiac quirk floating through his bloodstream. You really get under his skin. You’re exactly his type, right down to that annoying little attitude of yours that drives Katsuki insane. Of course, he's always respected your friendship a little too much to do anything about it, but tonight, he doesn't think he'll be able to and he sits in silence with his lip caught between his teeth while he fucks his fists and hopes you'll go away. 

"I know you're in there," you call again. "I can see the light on." 

You bang three times on the door and then ring the doorbell again, pushy and insistent the way you always are. A match for his stubborn attitude. 

Katsuki swears and stands up, his hands shaking as he tucks his sensitive cock back into his sweatpants and flips the head up into his waistband with a hiss. 

The crazy thing is, he can literally smell you through the door. The scent of you, that sweet and rounded perfume you wear, wafts under the crack of his apartment door. He pauses outside of it, resisting the temptation to open it, to welcome that smell into his apartment and use you to relieve the aching in his cock and lower belly. 

"Katsuki?" You ask, a little quieter now. 

Jesus fucking christ, don't call his name like that. 

He swings the door open, letting his hand rest on the side of it so that it is positioned above his head. You look taken aback at his appearance, covered in sweat and flushed from the neck up, his chest exposed and heaving. 

"What?" he says, looking you up and down. 

Katsuki bites back the urge to yank you in. Why is it he can literally smell the sweat on your body and every prick of your emotions? It's like he can tell exactly what you're thinking, or maybe it's what he wants you to be thinking. 

"Don't get on my ass about me still technically needing to be at work," you start, stepping forward. "I heard something happened and I just came to check and you look like shi-" 

Katsuki blocks you from coming in with his body. You stumble backwards lightly and raise your eyebrow at him. There's a pause as you register that you've just run into a solid wall of muscle, sweat covered and glistening, while Katsuki eyes you like you're meat on a platter. He knows he's doing it, but he can literally smell every turn of your scent, soft and sweet. And he may be fooling himself... but are you... turned on? 

"Let me in?" you say with a small laugh, side stepping to go around him. He blocks you again, his fingers gripping the door frame so hard that his knuckles are white. 

"Go home," he says quietly, his voice tense. 

"What? No," you furrow your eyebrows at him. "What's the matter with you?" 

You duck under his arm and place your hand momentarily on his chest. Your touch makes him tingle all over and he sucks in a sharp breath. 

"I'm not fucking around," he says. 

"Okay, me neither," you respond with a bit of an attitude. "I expected you to be worse for wear but you look like crap. Like you're... I don't know." 

You trail off a little. 

"Let me help," you say, shaking off whatever thought had come over you. "I'll make you some food." 

"Look, no offense, but I don't think you want to help me with this," he says, a frustrated bite in his voice. Food isn't exactly what he's hungry for. 

"That's too bad," you say slowly, seemingly put off by the desperate air about him and settling into his kitchen. You move to open the fridge.

Katsuki walks up to you quickly, taking your wrist from the door and holding it between the two of you. Cool air hits his exposed chest and arm as the door falls shut again. 

"I'm dead serious. Get the fuck out of here or I'm gonna do something I regret," he hisses through a clenched jaw. Your skin is warm on the pads of his fingers, wrist held flush against his palm. He bites back a genuine shudder. 

Your eyes are wide as you look back at him, glancing between where he's caught your wrist by your head and his eyes. Katsuki's gaze roams over your face, pausing as he hits the top of your blouse where a few buttons remain open. When he returns his eyes to yours, your mouth moves to open before a heady understanding settles over your features. You're so pretty. Everything about you is pretty, so delightful and delicate. Your eyes look glassy and wide. Katsuki has always found them tempting, but today he can't stop himself. 

He leans forward and kisses you, holding your wrist to his chest as his mouth comes messily into contact with yours. You squeak and freeze and it takes all he has to pull away from you. 

"Go home," he says again, his lips tingling. Katsuki feels the color creep onto his cheeks, his hand still holding your wrist. 

You don't say anything, looking at him with those pretty eyes. He swallows thick and feels the saliva drag against his throat. Then, his mouth dries completely, his expression twisting into discomfort as his cock throbs between his legs as the scent of you takes on a sharper turn. He's never felt anything like this before, something animal. 

Katsuki tightens his jaw, staring at you for a moment. Then, he takes a step towards you. You take one back, though he doesn't feel like you're afraid. Rather, you tilt your head down to look at him through your lashes. He lets out a breath through his teeth and walks you back until your ass hits the counter, his free hand coming to gingerly touch your waist. You inhale when he leans in to kiss you again, screwing your eyes shut and reaching to grab at his shoulder to pull him closer. 

Every touch tingles. It burns and he drops your wrist to manhandle your hips. You suck on his bottom lip, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to you. He ruts his hips against yours, desperate for any sort of friction to relieve the ache, and you gasp a little and let your mouth fall open. Katsuki takes the opportunity to bite down hard on your lip with a low groan, slipping his tongue into your mouth as the pads of his fingers press harshly into you. You whine, eyebrows pulling up. 

Katsuki’s eyes are slightly open, just so that he can look at you. Every aspect of his senses feel heightened and the relief of your mouth far surpasses that of his hand over his throbbing cock only minutes earlier. 

He pants, taking your hips and lifting you onto the counter so that you’re seated, pulling away for just a moment to lift the hem of your shirt and expose your breasts. Katsuki puts his face on the pillowy tops of them, biting and sucking at the exposed skin as his hand teases its way up the skin of your back to unclasp it. He thinks you’re probably looking at him, but if you are, he doesn’t have the mind to care about what sort of behavior he’s exhibiting. He can practically smell how wet you are from just a little touching and if he weren’t so fucking desperate for a little relief, he’d tease you for a few hours just to watch your pussy drool over him. 

The cool air of his apartment hits your exposed nipples. Katsuki takes it upon himself, without even a second thought, to roll the hard bud under his tongue. He feels the way goosebumps rise on your skin, his hands coming to rest over the tops of your thighs. Katsuki bites lightly on your breast and you fucking whine at it, tipping your head back and rooting your hand into the tufts of his blonde hair. 

His cock jumps in his pants and he’s no doubt leaked enough to leave an evident wet spot against the gray of his sweatpants. He stands to his full height, pushing your skirt up and pressing the outline of his cock to your crotch. Heat bleeds through your panties, the kind that makes him feel like he’s going absolutely fucking insane. You gasp, putting your hands on his shoulders and pulling him close again. 

Katsuki’s mouth hits yours messily, breathing hard as he ruts his hips up against your crotch, pulling you forward on the counter so he can feel as much of the pillowy folds of your pussy through the thick fabric as possible. You let him take your bottom lip between his teeth, sharp canines digging into the wet flesh of your mouth. He whines— high-pitched, desperate sound—as you position your hips to press your crotch against the head of his cock. His head falls onto your chest, forehead resting against the hollow of your throat. Katsuki humps at you, pulling you against him to match the rhythm of his hips, grinding your clothed cunt over the bulge of his cock. It’s a desperate motion, completely subconscious as he lets the quirk he’s been hit with take the lead.

His fingers dip into the crease of your thigh, fumbling as they reach for the waistband of the panties you’re wearing. Katsuki’s desperation is so palpable that he finds himself panting as he slips his fingers into the sides of your underwear, yanking them down. You gasp at the force of it and he swears he hears a small tear as he pulls them from your cunt, the crotch sticking to the lips of your pussy. 

He leans his hips forward again, sliding his cock between your folds with a deep grunt. His mouth finds your neck and he bites along the side of it, lathing his tongue over your pulse point. It’s like he can taste you. Salt and that stupid perfume, collecting on his tongue as you dig your fingers into his back, his dick rutting restlessly against your clit. At one point, he almost slips in, his eagerness and your wetness making him careless. Katsuki sucks in a breath through his teeth, his whole body on fire. 

The kitchen light shines down on his back and he can see the outline of part of his shadow on your thighs as he stares down at them, guiding the tip of himself to your entrance. He hears you wine when he presses against it and moves his hand down subconsciously to rub at your clit. An attempt to ease the stretch. 

You tip your head back in a moan and Katsuki takes the opportunity to kiss your neck before settling his teeth against your shoulder and biting down harshly on the muscle connecting your neck and arm. You yelp at the sensation and Katsuki shutters at the sound, willing out a choked I’m sorry as he slides into your wetness. His hands push into the delightfully soft flesh of your upper thighs, the fat spilling up around each individual digit as he uses your legs for leverage, sliding you forward even further to better seat you on him. 

Your legs are shaking and he can feel the way your nails dig into his exposed shoulder blades. Your bunch up skirt causes the fat of your tummy to fold over in a way that practically makes Katsuki drool. He urges himself to pause, attempting to come back to his senses as the quirk kicks into high gear. There’s relief in being inside of you, in feeling the flutter of your walls around his thick cock, but it also makes him desperate. Katsuki feels like he’s chasing something that he was desperately and it’s just out of his reach. 

You’re breathing heavily above him, he can see the rise and fall of your chest from where his head hangs down, his hands trembling on the tops of your thighs. He looks up at you through his lashes, his vision foggy around the edges as if he were peering through a tube. You’re at the end of it, your eyes glassy and mouth open, returning the look. Your eyebrows are knitted up in pleasure, but you almost seem confused. 

“What are you waiting for?” You breathe out, the first thing you’ve said since he started touching you. 

The tone of your voice is needy, with a delightful whiny lilt that makes him groan out loud. He can barely manage the words that come out next, his brain half mush, and he feels the way his cock jumps inside of you. 

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he says through gritted teeth, his breath coming heavy. 

There’s a pause and he feels the distinct sensation of you squeezing down around his cock, like the idea turns you on. 

“Use me,” you respond cautiously, your voice still containing that needy lilt. 

Katsuki’s hips fuck up into you voluntarily and he feels the way his breath catches in his throat at the near desperate sound of your voice.

“Say that again.” 

“Use me, Katsuki,” you respond, choking on your words as he fucks his hips up into you. 

You reach for his face, taking it in your hands and drawing it close until it’s just in front of yours. Then, your palms slide down his shoulders and he screws his eyes shut and fucks into you again, harder this time, causing your body to jolt upwards on the counter. 

He curses under his breath, pushing one leg further to the side and fucking his hips up into you roughly. You’re looking right at him, your expression drawn and pleasure-soaked, sweat collecting on your forehead as your mouth drops open into an o-shape. You punctuate his thrusts with high pitched yelps, squeaking out your pleasure and the deepness of where he’s hitting through choked moans. 

Katsuki’s hands move up your stomach to roughly cup your breasts, his mouth so close to yours that he’s practically breathing in the sounds you make in exchange for his own hurried groans. He kneads at the fat of your chest, rolling your breast under his fingers before taking your nipples and pulling lightly on them. 

He’s aware of just how rough he’s being, just how hard his hips are slapping yours, but he feels like he can’t stop. Katsuki chases a high so fucking desperate that his body is on autopilot, reaching and touching and moaning unabashedly as the room fills with the wet sound of his balls on the backs of your thick thighs. 

You push your chest forward towards him, legs spread wide to make room for the width of his hips between yours as he bullies that perfect sensitive spot inside of you. Katsuki feels the way he makes you flutter. Every shift of your body, every involuntary squeeze of your cunt as he drags his cock along your walls, registers as if he were a part of you. His skin tingles everywhere you touch and the drag of your nails over his shoulder blades makes him want to crawl into the deepest part of you. Even the sound of your voice, drawn and desperate and mildly overwhelmed, feels like a drug to him. Every sense he has seems to be acutely attuned to just how badly he needs to fuck your lights out. 

His hands slink down to your hips, resituating you and pulling you flush against him. Then, he drags his cock all the way out of you and quickly ruts back in, moaning as he does. His pace picks up, manhandling you forward on the counter until he is supporting most of your weight. You gasp, your hands gripping his shoulders as you let him use you like a toy. 

Katsuki chases his high, his stomach seeming to wind tighter and tighter but never finding that perfect snap and release. His movements grow faster, using all of his strength to fuck his hips up into you, barreling his cock against your gummy walls and bullying your sweet spot. He feels the way you tighten down around him, your body tensing and fingers digging crescent moons into the tops of his shoulders. 

“Ka-” you choke out desperately, your voice breaking. “Wait, Katsuki, wait! I’m gonna-” 

You shudder, your thighs squeezing around him as he continues to fuck you. 

“Do it,” he seethes, “just fuckin’ do it.” 

The end of his sentence comes out as more of a whimper as you cry out and squeeze down around him, squirming in his grasp as you begin to twitch with every additional thrust. Your body shakes, legs locking around him and struggling to hold him inside as he fucks you clear through your orgasm and then to the other side. 

Katsuki’s voice breaks, almost whimpering like an animal as he buries himself in your pussy over and over again. He wants to smother you, he wants to completely cover your body and get as close as he possibly can. He’s already so much bigger than you, so much broader, how hard could it be to swallow you completely? 

Katsuki’s hands come up under your ass as he wordlessly lifts you from the counter and moves to the couch on desperate, shaky steps. He lays you down, slipping out of you for a moment, before pressing a hand to the inside of your thigh, spreading your legs, and sinking his cock back into you as he crowds his body over yours. 

“You know what?” He says, not really sure what’s going to come next. His head is so clouded with the quirk that he can’t think straight. “I’ve wanted to do this forever. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so- long-” 

He screws his eyes shut, almost angry with the way he can’t seem to hit that high, teetering on a desperate and near painful edge. 

“Those fuckin’ pencil skirts,” he says, unable to control his words or sharp tone. “The way you wear your hair, that damn look in your eye that constantly makes you seem like you’re beggin’ for it.” 

Katsuki whines, a sharp sound from the back of his throat, as you tighten up around him. He meets your gaze, clouded and watery eyes accented by the delightful furrow in the center of your brow. 

“And then you show up here,” he groans, not even sure of what he’s really saying. “Blouse unbuttoned, looking for trouble. I’m gonna fuck your lights out. ‘Till you can’t even think about fuckin’ anyone else.” 

He leans in close, his mouth right up against yours. 

“This is g’nna make you mine, right?” 

You nod, your movements clumsy, and pull him close to you. 

Katsuki loses all of his sense, burying himself in the feel of your pussy and the way he sinks into you, giving into the desperation of the quirk. He can feel just how deep he’s hitting, the way you suck in sharp, whiny breaths with every inward thrust. Katsuki’s hands grip your waist, pulling your ass up off the couch so that his angle is better. 

His cock seems to drag endlessly against your overstimulated, pillowy, insides and you practically drool around. He feels like a dog slobbering over meat, any semblance of politeness completely gone from both his expression and his movements. This is going to fucking ruin your friendship, but he doesn’t even have half of a mind to think about it, so drawn into the delightful feel of your body and the aching in his cock that only seems to subside slightly with every thrust. 

You try to choke out the word “again” and he feels like he knows what’s coming. Your whole body tenses, legs locking around him as you cream over his cock for the second time. 

This seems to get Katsuki somewhere, the sensation of your pussy clamping down finally giving him some leeway to relief. He hits the edge of an orgasm, leading himself to the finish line. 

The tension in his belly grows, cock twitching inside of your fucked out cunt. His fingers dig into your hips and he collapses forward, rolling his body so that the head of his cock catches perfectly inside of you, massaging and churning you up. You’re moaning, though maybe it’s more adjacent to whining, and Katsuki can hear himself mimicking the sounds, his body leading the way. 

Then finally, on a pathetic and broken whimper, Katsuki cums. His whole body tenses, weight pressing down on you as he buries his face into your neck and lets his voice out beside the hollow of your throat. The relief and pleasure is so intense that Katsuki feels the way every muscle in his body tenses and lets go, filling you up with as much of him as he has to give. 

His hips continue to pathetically rut into you, little choked moans escaping his lips as he uses his own cum as lube for his weak little thrusts. Then, he completely relaxes. 

Katsuki feels the way his skin stops burning, the way the desperation at the back of his throat subsides, how his body rids itself of the quirk as quickly as the arousal came on. He shudders, coming back to himself and raising his head to peer at your expression. 

You look exhausted, hair a mess and face covered in a thick sheen of sweat. You still flutter around his cock, your hands gripping his shoulders as you try and ride through the overstimulation of just having him inside of you. Katsuki furrows his brows, exhaustion creeping into his muscles. He raises his hand and uses it to push stray strands of hair from your face with his palm on your forehead. Then, with a clear mind, he leans forward and kisses you. 

You blink at him for a second, before giving a weak smile, raising your eyebrows and letting your head fall to the side. Katsuki winces when he pulls out of you, sucking in a sharp breath and standing to his full height. He places a hand on his forehead like he’s assessing the situation, staring at your body, still fully clothed with your skirt pushed all the way up your stomach and your blouse missing a button at the top. 

He wordlessly walks to the bathroom and wets a washcloth with warm water, walking back over to you and wiping down the exposed parts of your body. You don’t really say anything to him, but you smile quietly while he gingerly wipes you down, your smeared makeup accenting just how much of a mess he’s made. 

“Fuck,” he says. “I’m sorry, this isn’t how-” 

“How you wanted this to go?” You say softly, the corners of your lips turning up. 

Katsuki feels the way he flushes, all the way to the tops of his chest. 

“No, it’s not,” he admits, running a hand over his face as he crouches beside you. 

You laugh a little and he furrows his brows at you, frustrated and embarrassed. 

“You’ve got a bit of a possessive streak, huh?” You tease lightly.

“I got hit with some asshole’s fuckin’ quirk and-” he begins explaining himself, something he probably should have done when you showed up at the door. 

“It was good though,” you say, tilting your head at him from where you lay.

Katsuki blinks at you, his expression completely flat. You should really know just how fucking crazy you drive him. Then, he scowls a little, not because he’s upset, but because he’s currently feeling the opposite and that makes him awkward. 

“You’re into that shit?” He says, a bit incredulously. 

You shrug and give him a coy smile. 

Gloryholes | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 - 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲

Kinktober masterlist.

This is another Kinktober fic that was supposed to be non-con but ended up soft as fuck. I am down so bad for this man I just can’t help myself-

Summary: Sick of his constant angry outbursts damaging his hero ranking, Dynamight’s PR team insist he attends one of the city’s “hush hush” clubs to try and blow off some steam. Bakugou thinks he has absolutely no interest being there, until he wants to find out who is on the other side of the wall.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, glory holes, spanking, marking (burns), squirting, slight mention of belly bulge.

Word Count: 4.5k.

Bakugou did not want to be here, shocked that these private institutions even existed for Pro-Heroes. Sure, he realised sometimes they could be a necessity, having learned all about them in his training as a young sidekick. Just last month Kirishima had to be taken into one of the quirk rooms when he got hit with a nasty sex pollen quirk by a villain he was apprehending. The woman saving his life as she gave the hero Red Riot relief, but this? This was ridiculous.

Dynamight had far better things to do than this complete waste of his time, did his PR team really think he couldn’t get laid? He could go out and have any woman on their knees in an hour tops, but he had better things to do. His PR team insisting that another scandalous headline with leaked pictures on Twitter wouldn’t be good for his hero rankings, another Dynamight one-night stand already ready and willing to sell her stories to the tabloids. But why should he care? He was still going out and saving lives on a daily basis, the media talking about his dick wouldn’t change that.

Bakugou’s PR team booked him in for a session at one of the most prestigious clubs in the city, a place where Pro-Heroes could blow off some steam without any dirty laundry aired in public, the workers were discreet which meant the club had the price tag to reflect it.

Of course, his immediate answer was no. Until Kirishima had convinced him to try it out once.

“Just one time, Bakubro. If you hate it you don’t have to go again. But I know you won’t— there’s this one girl that’s so fucking hot man. She can make you cum in under a minute.”

“Pretty sure that’s your shitty fuckin’ stamina, and how do you even know she’s hot if you haven’t seen her.”

“I— look man, I can’t explain it but she just sounds hot.”

“Tch, whatever.”

This had to be the most ridiculous thing he’d done as a Pro-Hero, stood in a fancy bar with a bottle of beer as a deep bass tone played in the background. Waiting to be escorted into their room for the evening as he checked his watch, the quicker he could get in and out the quicker he could go home. Necking back his bottle of beer as they were called for their room.

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Pairing: Step-Dad!Katsuki x Reader

Warnings: Step-cest, age-gap, daddy kink, quirk-play, spanking, implied power/authority dynamics, implied cheating, rough sex, bruising, biting, marking, possessive actions, light degradation, lots of praise, creampie, aftercare

Word Count: 4k

A/N: Here I am again, back on my daddy Katsuki bullshit; 4k of smut with a dash of plot. Thank you so much to @mindninjax​ for beta-reading this and encouraging me to finish it ❤️ 

“Does your stupid boyfriend fuck you like this?”

Katsuki knows you’re too full to answer, cunt stuffed so snugly around his cock he can feel every pull of your inner muscles. Keen eyes admire how your flesh parts for him, drags along his length, coats his heavy cock with fresh cream.

He loves you like this: on your back, nipples swollen, puffy, glistening with remnants of spit, your legs curled back, lashes thick with tears. Prettiest fucking thing he ever did see. It’s just a damn shame you’re supposed to be off-limits, that every time you cum at home he has to smother your screams with the palm of his hand.

Capturing both your wrists between mean fingers, he starts pulling you down onto his cock; hard, deep thrusts that make your body bounce and the sheets wrinkle.

“Best little step-kid I could ever ask for, aren’t cha? Always so needy for daddy’s cock.”

You were tempting from the beginning, the pretty college girl he only saw glimpses of on holidays, flirty and smiley and clearly into him. He supposes you’ve got some kind of fucked up daddy issues, and that he only makes them worse every time he finds his way inside of you. Not that he cares. You’re too sweet to pass up, cunt too tight and lips so soft against his and around his dick.

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let me ☆ ( ​prohero!katsuki x fem!prohero!reader ) — you underestimate how gentle katsuki can be, if you needed it | smut

( warnings. ) minors and ageless blogs dni ! fingering, praise, soft gentle sex iktr, reader is going thru tough times & katsuki takes care of you, timeskip!katsuki — 18+

You underestimate just how gentle Katsuki can be.

The instant your fingers click on the lock, Katsuki is already a step behind, his presence a looming force over you like an unshaken shadow. There must be something on your face; Katsuki frowns as he studies it intently, fingers ghosting over your arms, like he’s trying to read between lines that you haven’t even drawn in yet.

"Something happened." He doesn't phrase it as a question, sounding sure of himself. “What?”

"I'm safe," you swear to him, pulling your coat off. "No bruises or anything. See?"

He ignores your extended arms, pinning your gaze with his own. "What," Katsuki demands.

"Katsuki—” You sigh and attempt to push past him. He just rears back and keeps his eyes trained on your face searchingly. "Katsuki, I'm too tired to deal with this."

His brows dip downward further. "I can't help you if you don't tell me."

You falter, struggling to maintain this flimsy display of strength — he knows you too well for that.

He waits. Patient, gentle, like he’s so sure that he can carry this burden with you. You know he can. It’s that fact that makes you think, Of course not. Of course you could never be too tired of him. He never tires of me, too.

“I don't—” you say, looking away, “I don’t know if I can keep doing this anymore. Am I even doing anything right?”

There must be some other reason — Katsuki is evidently fumbling at the threads to tie it all together in his head, but as of the moment, that is all you’re feeling. You don’t know if you can keep doing this. Your limbs want to sag to the ground, knowing it has to prepare again to face the brunt of tomorrow — but you have to care for it, too, or else you’ll wake up dead. Katsuki doesn't deserve that, even if you’re falling apart.

"Everything is just so hard," you continue, the surge of emotions you'd been desperately keeping a tight leash on bursting at the seams; "None of it makes any sense. I don't know if I'm doing anything right."

Katsuki's frown eases. "C'mere."

The next breath you take comes out wet and shaky. The next step you take gravitates to him.

Katsuki pulls you to his chest as you sob. He buries his nose into your hair, rubbing shapes into the small of your back. It almost feels like he’s coaxing it out of you with every touch. You cry violently, lungs spasming, everything pouring out finally — and throughout it all, Katsuki doesn’t split away, even as your tears and snot leave a disgusting patch on his shoulder. If anything, he keeps you enveloped in his warmth, as if he can tell that it helps even without being told.

“N-nothing happened,” you sniffle, trembling, and Katsuki pushes off just enough to see your face; “But it was so overwhelming. I just — I dunno.”

“Baby,” Katsuki starts. You’ve never heard him speak so softly before, low and rough and embodying gentleness that you don't know if you deserve. “Let me take care of you tonight, yeah?”

That sounds good. God, you want him to do that so bad. But looking so weak in front of someone so remarkably strong like Katsuki is embarrassing. You're not some child needing to be told that you're doing good and everything will be all right — needing to be coddled because you had a bad day.

“I want to,” Katsuki says; you feel as though he can read your mind. "Let me."

"…okay." You nod, averting your gaze. "Please take care of me."

And so Katsuki helps you bathe, kisses your knuckles, pulls one of his shirts down that reaches to your mid-thigh, brushes your hair out of your eyes, feeds you dinner he's cooked, and kisses you again. All the while, it's silent. Peaceful. It should unnerve you that Katsuki hasn't spoken a single word since, but you revel in the comfort of hearing his measured breaths instead.

It’s like you can hear him think: You’ll be okay. So let me take care of you. Let me help you be okay.

You feel like you're melting out of your own body, sinking into the comforter's embrace on your shared bed, losing tension in Katsuki's scent and affection.

“Pretty,” Katsuki mumbles, his hand crawling down.

Then you go still when Katsuki watches your expression as he glides a finger in between your legs.

Your cheeks burn. "I — w-what—"

Katsuki hums, thoughtful. "You're already…"

Well, it happens that today is a day of many discoveries. It turns out, Katsuki's hands can be so soft as he works shampoo through your head, and you get horny seeing how attuned your boyfriend is to your needs.

Katsuki can be so gentle with his hands. Of course you’d been thinking of how gentle he can be elsewhere.

"You want me to?" Katsuki asks, slipping a hand under your shirt. His heated fingers caress your waist, his thumb rubbing circles that trickle hotness down elsewhere.

You aren't sure why you feel so shy. You've done worse with each other. "You don't have to. If you just feel like you have to—"

Katsuki lifts an impatient brow. "You think I wouldn't want to?"

You squirm, suddenly aware of the empty ache that is longing for Katsuki. "W-well—"

Katsuki kisses under your right ear before he tugs on your underwear and flings them off to the side. He pulls back to devour your lips in a kiss, swallowing your noise of surprise. Your hands find home in his hair and he thumbs on the source of your heat.

You jolt and choke on a moan as he increases the mind-numbing friction. "Let me take care of you," Katsuki says; "let me, say yes."

"Yes," you cry out in his mouth. You feel floaty with the surge of lust shuddering through your entire body. "Please."

When you break away, you see his pupils wholly overtaking his iris, not even a hint of red. Katsuki licks over his teeth as he stares like he hasn't already eaten dinner. Like he’s doing himself a favor. You wrap tentative fingers around his wrist to guide his hand to your cunt, twitching because it knows it's going to be filled so well with Katsuki here.

Katsuki would make it so good; you know it. You know it so well. He’d know how you want it — need it.

He groans as you feel yourself get wetter. "Baby, shit — you needed this, yeah?"

"Katsuki—"

"I know." Katsuki rubs on the sensitive bud of your clit, kissing your jaw. "I know. Relax, baby, relax for me. Make it feel good. Just like that. Yeah, fuck, like that."

You feel dizzy. Katsuki teases one finger in, watching your face with rapt attention. You're so wet that he slides in easily; he could slip in two more just like that. But Katsuki is focused on making you feel the sensations instead, taking it slow, one by one, leaving you a fluttering, whining putty under him.

Katsuki’s heavy breathing makes you tighten around him involuntarily. He curses, patience rescinded. "One more?"

"Yes, please please — more — ah—"

He curls his fingers, and you tremble and whine, white-knuckled, gripping him, trying to meld yourself into him. Katsuki echoes your sound in a rasp, "Mm. You hear yourself? Fuckin' gorgeous."

It should be embarrassing that you're close already, yet who can blame you with Katsuki overwhelming your senses with every inch of his body — all over and inside you? His fingers are hot, and you're burning up, a coil in your stomach begging to be released.

Your legs shake as your back arches. "Kats — Katsuki — ah, please, please. Please, I'm—"

Katsuki kisses you through all of it. "I know. I know, baby. Don’t gotta beg. I gotcha — give it to me."

You thought you'd already exhausted all your tears, but Katsuki whispering in your ear and coaxing an orgasm out of you so tenderly pulls heat into your eyes. You forget about the weight on your shoulders. Right now, you can only think of how you could fall and Katsuki would catch you. You cry as you break, pulse jumpstarting, and Katsuki takes care of you all over again.

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You're usually not the first to initiate this. Sex. Katsuki doesn't worry about failing to get what he wants, not like how you are right now. He's vociferous — "Can I fuck you, baby?" and you'd melt against him so easily because you fell for Bakugou Katsuki for that reason.

You can't do that. You don't know how to approach him with the same effortlessness and not get swallowed up whole by the urge to flee before you can even get a word out. It's not for the fear of rejection but for how bare you'd be asking for it. Sex.

Katsuki, of course, notices your restlessness for the entire evening. He doesn't say anything about it at first, not even while you eat together and you can't seem to meet him in the eyes, or how you don't join him in the shower unlike always, or even how you sit on the edge of the bed like there's steam blowing out your ears.

"Spit it out," Katsuki says, his back pressed against the headboard. "Look at me."

You clutch at your chest, bringing attention to the unsteady thumping of your heartbeat. You rip your gaze off the floor and instead gravitate to Katsuki's biceps bulging from the press against his chest.

You swallow a pathetic noise, reminded of what exactly you've been needing from your boyfriend.

You tear your eyes away from his arms and meet an arched, pale eyebrow. Assessing. How is this so hard? You can't even bring yourself to choke out a "pleasefuckme" because Katsuki makes you feel like some freshman asking for some hand-holding in the hallway.

It's embarrassing to be years in a relationship with Katsuki, but you're so attracted to him that asking to be fucked feels the same as asking him out.

It's Katsuki's expression that cracks the fragile atmosphere. He has his brows pinched in a crease that wrinkles his forehead. His face doesn't betray anything else, but you're well-versed in Katsuki to understand that he is just as nervous as you are. Anxious.

"It's nothing bad," you assure him, guilt aching in your chest. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you."

Katsuki eases just an inch. He clicks his tongue and looks away. "Could've sworn otherwise."

As terrible as that sounds, how Katsuki is just as affected as you are invertedly calms you down. Whatever happens, you know Katsuki will be honest with you.

Clinging onto the last shred of your dignity, you crawl over pillows and settle on Katsuki's lap. Hovering.

His confusion overtakes his worry, hands instinctively reaching out to your waist. "What—"

"Katsuki," you begin, and his breathing halts in anticipation. Tentatively, barely there, you roll your hips over his, fluttering in delight when his cock swells with growing interest, and you can feel it, right there, separated by layers—

"Fuck," he hisses through his teeth, heated hands moving to your ass. "You..."

"Please," it tumbles out your mouth so nicely. "I've been thinking about it a lot lately." Shame burns on your cheeks, watching as his dick stirs. Intrigued. "And you haven't been — giving it. Lately."

"That what it is?" he asks quietly, almost in disbelief. "Needed me to fill you up?"

There's no better way to say it.

When you look up from where you two meet, Katsuki's pupils have dilated so wide that there's barely a trace of red. It speaks of a promise: I'll give it to you. Air closes around your throat, thighs twitching. He feels it, too.

"Been hurtin', weren't you?" he says, sounding untamed as he breathes it over your ear, inciting a full-body shiver. "Been needin' it bad? M'sorry. Didn't mean to neglect you, sweetheart."

"Katsuki," you gasp brokenly.

"Mm." He kisses your jaw, sucks on it, hands catching on the drawstring of your sweatpants, pulls on it. You lift your thighs. Soon enough, you're fully bare waist-down. "So fuckin' hot, asking for me to fuck you like that. Shit, I'm gonna be dreamin' about that for months."

He proves his interest by grinding up your thigh. You whine, feeling it from the back of your throat. You need him so badly. You barely notice that you're still rubbing yourself against him until there's a wet patch over his sweatpants.

"Hold still, sweetheart."

Katsuki dips a finger where you're unsurprisingly wet. He rubs where he knows you're sensitive the most, the slick of your arousal making the friction so good. Your back arches and Katsuki's cooing, coaxing each noise out with his fingers and the filth from his mouth.

"You're already wet," he says, pupils as dark as his voice.

"Don't tease," you manage to choke out, gripping the front of his shirt. "I already — ah — prepped myself. I needed you to fuck me last week."

Katsuki stills, his eyes flicking from your cunt to your needy expression, then curses under his breath.

"Fuck, fuck," he says. "Fuck you. You have no idea how hard it'll be to go out on patrol when I'm thinkin' about you talkin' dirty like that."

Embarrassment floods your entire body. "Don't say it like that, asshole. And focus on your patrol! Don't let your dick distract you from the villains!"

Katsuki shuts you up by sliding the roughness of his palm over your heat, pulling a whimper that makes him grin. "They're the distraction. Never you. Thinkin' about you all the time — this, all the time."

"Pervert," you say, but you're moving your hips along his hand.

Katsuki laughs once, pulling you off his hips, only for him to pull his sweatpants down by his knees. "Who was the one beggin' for it?"

You can't bring yourself to think of something witty. The sight of him hard in front of you has you robbed of incoherent thought.

Katsuki knows it. He's seen that look on your face time and time again — know only he can do that to you. "Let me make it up to you, yeah? Let me fill you up the way you'd been cravin'."

He's so embarrassing with that mouth. It's a wonder why you're whining louder, getting wetter.

"You want it," Katsuki says, leaning back against the headboard. "Baby, you wanted this, didn't you? Take what you want from me."

You may be the one on top of him, but you've never felt all the more embarrassed, giving him a full view of how wet you are for him just by thinking about it. It drips. Yet you find yourself too needy to complain, not wanting to waste the opportunity he's giving.

"Okay," you say, lifting your hips up enough for him to watch yourself lining up above him.

And does he watch, eyes wild. You may be the one to initiate this, but he's the one looking desperate for it. Like he can't bring himself to wait a second longer before burying himself in you. He's big. You might've stretched yourself open, yet it'd take a while for you to accommodate his size again after days without it. So you only take him in inch by inch, impressed by how Katsuki screws his eyes shut, keeping himself from moving.

"Fuck," you both say in tandem.

You shudder, feeling so full in a way you've been itching for. You can barely resist your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you feel him twitch inside you. Katsuki's not fairing any better, fingers digging in your hips, some noise close to a whine by the back of his throat. The thought of him leaving marks when you've been so bare of it for too long has you clenching around him. He groans, unable to help himself from thrusting up. You share a gasp.

You tremble, feeling boneless and restless simultaneously. "Katsuki. Katsuki—”

You're not entirely sure what you're trying to say, only that Katsuki understands.

"I know," he says, sounding just as winded. "Wanted it, too, you don't even know."

At his muttering, you find yourself fucking against him, chasing the pleasure his words are giving you. You missed this badly. Nights when he had evening patrol and you were achingly empty were the worst; you couldn't complain, but you've wanted to hide Katsuki from the world and keep him to you for too long. Your wrists ache at the reminder — they were never as good as this.

Your answering moan is loud in your mouth, hips gaining speed. He reaches far deeper than you can even try. He knows it.

"Yeah? Your fingers not enough, ain't it?" Katsuki says, rolling his hips up when you slam down, gaze hot as you tremble above him. "Look at you, baby. So wet and hot. You're making a mess. Needed it that bad?"

"Yes. Please, please," you can only say. You feel yourself losing strength as your climax slowly reaches for you.

"Fuck," he exhales, and thankfully uses those years of upper body strength training to help you ride him — where it nearly feels as if you're barely exerting any effort. Sweat trails down his jaw, his eyes ravaging the sight of you swallowing him up every thrust. "You — needed me to fill you up like this, huh?"

"Katsuki, I—” You want to look away, shame filling your insides. It's unfair that Katsuki is so attractive that just looking at him makes you surrender so easily. "I think I'm close. Katsuki, I can't—"

"Hah," Katsuki twitches, breath seizing. "Yeah? You gonna give it t'me, baby? Come on. Know you can. Show me how good I make you feel."

Tears well up in your eyes. This position has him reaching so deep inside that after this, you know you'll miss how you can feel him in there, like he's branding himself in your body, staking a claim where no one else can see. But they'd know. On the bruises on your hips, the marks all over your neck, how you're chanting Katsuki's name and—

Katsuki kisses you deeply when you spill, his own release following along like just seeing you gets him every time. You moan fully in his mouth, always surrendering.

"Thank you," you sigh against him.

Katsuki snorts, massaging shapes into the sides of your hips. "You know I'll always want it more than you. Don't gotta thank me for that."

just thinking abt bakugou sloppy fucking you because of how good you make him feel.

his cock is slipping from your folds multiple times before he shoves it back in but he could honestly get off to just the lewd sounds of your wet pussy that’s taking him so well.

he’s got you face down in a pillow soaked with your drool as his hips piston into your ass, sore from being spanked and groped roughly for the past few times that he’s cum that night.

while his hands are fondling your chest and tweaking your nipples, his mouth is leaving a trail of wet kisses and dark hickeys up your back until he’s groaning in your ear about how he can’t get enough of you.

pairing - dilf!bakugou x aquarium employee reader(f!reader) 

MINORS DNI

summary: smut, heavy comfort, FLUFF, when divorced dad/pro hero bakugou’s aquarium trip is ruined by intrusive fans, you offer to let them come back after hours so his daughter can see the belugas. 

a/n: daddy and daddy kink(I couldn’t help myself), bakugou’s daughter is an adorable menace, single dad bakugou has basically no idea how to flirt, reader is insecure a touch, TW for the song baby beluga, reader wasn’t close with her father, Bakugou is in his early thirties, reader in mid twenties. Bakugou’s still kinda mean in bed. Oldest sibling!reader so she got the mom instinct, and unpainted nails because of the touch tank at her job. also tw: for embarassing but i worked really hard on this so if you liked it pls interact.

wc: 8,192

part of me and @romancefiend​s aquarium collab masterlist here

Bakugou silences his phone in his pocket, trying to ignore it’s incessant buzzing. He only had this evening with his daughter before he’d have to bring her back to his ex, the last thing he wanted to do was answer some bullshit questions from his agent. It doesn’t help that everyone at the aquarium is staring, people taking the occasional not-so-subtle photograph. His daughter runs ahead of him, and he catches up in a few strides. 

“Sana,” He calls, “C’mere, sweetheart,” He takes her tiny hand in his, swallowing it completely as she turns to look at him, oblivious to the eyes on the two of them, but jumping at the soft camera clicks. 

“Dad,” She gasps, “Look at the BELUGAS!” She giggles with delight when one swims past and his heart swells painfully, watching the joy spark in her face then travel through her body as she does a little dance. She turns to him, “Did you SEE that?” He nods. “Where do they LIVE?” She screams the last word, attracting even more attention. Someone comes up behind him, nervously holding a notebook. 

“Um,” the young woman smiles at him, “Could you sign this for me, Dynamight?” He grunts, scribbling something on her paper. It’s like a dam breaks in the room, and suddenly there are three, five, ten, more people crowding him and Sana, and his first instinct is to tell them all to go to hell, but he remembers the clips of him losing his shit that they played at the custody hearing, and so instead he takes a deep breath and nods, acquiescing. Sana clings to his leg for a moment. 

“What do they want daddy,” She whines, and a few of them have the grace to look chagrined, “I wanna show you the whales!” 

“One second sweetheart,” He growls, forcing himself to keep his face neutral as these fucking extras shove pieces of paper into his hands. They move in closer, until his broad shoulders are flush against the cool glass, and he doesn’t immediately notice the lack of the tugging on his pants, the silence where usually a barrage of questions would be, but after about sixty seconds he looks down, and Sana is gone. All neutrality melts from his face, he whirls around, looking desperately. “Fuck off,” He snaps, jogging away from the people moving down the hallway. “Sana,” He calls, running down the tunnel where Manta rays float above your head, and past bright tropical fish, his heart pounds, could it have been a villain, how could he have let his fucking guard down like that-

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— “HAPPY FUCKIN’ FATHER’S DAY.” + BAKUGOU.

author’s notes: what was meant to be a short thirst brought us here, i hope you can enjoy. happy daddy day, i love you all n even if Father’s Day isnt the best for you all, just know ily and im proud of you.

cw: smut, mdni 18+, forced breeding, breeding kink, overstimulation, cumplay, kinda mentions baby trapping, bakugou uses some mean names, fem!reader.

but anyways bakugou getting tired of seeing all his pro hero friends with their stupid fucking kids on father’s day , sick of watching countless social media posts about mini versions of his friends hugging and kissing their precious daddies. cant admit to himself that he wants a little snot brat to show off, they’d be the best damn kid ever.

he wont admit he was too busy to try.

you don’t ever have plans on father’s day , katsuki knows that. you’ll go shopping, come home and snuggle up to him without a second thought. maybe make a comment about how cute eijirou’s little boy looked in his shark onesie, the spitting image of his father— you’d only say that because you had time to look on instagram while you grabbed a coffee.

but when you lay next to him on your couch, bakugou wonders if you ever stopped to look at the little baby boots before you headed back to your car in the mall parking lot. if you stopped by the midoriya’s and smelt the baby powder in their little one’s clothes when making your way back. so many ifs and so many buts, bakugou wonders what you’d say if he turned to face you right now and asked you for a baby.

but bakugou has never really been good at asking for things, hell he couldn’t even ask you to marry him right— demanding you take the fuckin ring that was way too expensive for just an engagement ring, but he liked the way it sat on your finger.

so he takes it, instead.

“you want my baby right? you gonna have my baby, bitch?” he curses to you, arm folded behind your sweaty back which he uses as leverage to fuck your cunt hard and fast, abusing your hole until it’s wet with your arousal and strings of it hangs from your plushy thighs. you sob, eyes read from crying and flesh stinging from the bruising grip bakugou has on you. “s’that even a question i needa ask? ‘course y’fuckin’ do, my girl wants my baby so fucking bad.”

you can’t speak, you can’t hear anything above the hard slapping of skin where katsuki’s balls, ripe for breeding, hit your swollen clit and his shaft throbs inside you— lining your ribbed walls with thick ropes of his cum for the third, fourth or maybe even fifth time. “nnghh, katsuki— right there, yeah i want it,” you cry out, clamping down on him with slippery walls, keeping bakugou deep in your pussy right where it feels good.

“hah? c’mon baby, speak a’lil louder fer me, yeah?” bakugou pants against the shell of your ear, rough palms cupping your throat to pull you further into him with every push of his cock into you. “can feel you clamping down on me, suckin’ me in like a selfish bitch. you wanna trap me, yeah? tie me down with a’lil brat, gimme a baby? y’know i can afford it, that’s right baby— ooh yeah, love the way you take this dick.”

shivering at the way bakugou licks salty tears from the apples of your cheeks, you dare to say more— feeling yourself stumble into an over stimulating high. “i want it katsuki, wanna make you a father...g-give you a baby,”

“that’s right, good girl. you’re g-gonna let me put a stupid brat in this tight, tight fuckin’ cunt,” katsuki attempts to mock you, growing dizzy from how you convulse around him when you cum— adding to the layer of opaque white that covers his dick and gathers at his base when he fucks into you.

but by the time he cums, you’ve lost count and bakugou won’t stop forcing thick ropes of hot seed deep into your heavenly pussy, bakugou’s sure he sees the high gates of heaven— white flashing behind his eyes while he pounds his release further up your walls. he holds you still by the hips, making sure all that he’s given to you on the couch sticks, gathering up the smallest globs that drop onto the fabric beneath you both and smears it into your clit.

“fuck yeah, happy fuckin’ father’s day to me.” bakugou slurs, finally collapsing on top of you.

Fainted... 😳😳😳😳(✖﹏✖)

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙬𝙤

Warnings: smut, lust quirk/sex pollen, praise, degradation, oral, overstimulation, edging, marking, f reader x lustful Bakugou.〤 Minors DNI Word count: 6.4k

Read part 1: 𝙇𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞, 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩

   All Bakugou knew right now was the only person he wanted to help him with this was you.

   And now, he had you perched all pretty-like in his lap, right on top of his throbbing hard cock. When Bakugou Katsuki saw an opportunity, he always took it. “Kiss me, right fucking now”

   As Bakugou’s eyes continued to glance up and down your body, he was desperately awaiting your first move. He wanted it to be you who kissed him first, that way you could be the one to express your consent, your confirmation that you wanted him too. Even though his naked backside had been completely exposed to the cold air of his bedroom, his body was still chilled by the drips of sweat falling running down his skin.

   He felt like that damn icy-hot bastard, because each part of his skin that met yours was burning so badly, he felt like he would soon melt into you, while the rest of his body was filled with goosebumps. “S-shit Y/n, the fuck are you waiting for god damnit-” His eyebrows creased painfully, his hot breath fanning across your neck as he distracted himself by peppering wet, sloppy kisses on your neck.

   “K-Katsuki, are you really- really sure you even want this right now?” Your whispered voice kept hesitating, and Bakugou found himself freezing at your words. 

   “Are you seriously the one doubting me? Right now?” His gruff tone caught you off guard, and your hands gripped tightly on his shoulders. You could feel his arms shaking as they held you, his cock was throbbing at your thigh, you could tell even through the sheets. It was easier since the material was now sticky and see-through with his cum. 

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Sucker for breeding kinks... ( ˘ ³˘)♥

Breeding | Bakugou x Reader

Warnings: Heavy breeding, super minor lactation kink

WC: 1205

Huge thank you to @tetsurousharlot for betaing this for me! (And for how fast you did it cause that shit was impressive.)

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Bakugou has been eyeing you all day. He watches you prance around his agency in your tight, little hero costume. All he can think about is getting you home and throwing you on the bed. But no. No, you wanted to go out to dinner because you both happened to get off early at the same time. So maybe he was a little rude to the waiter, but come on, you looked so gorgeous, sitting there in the low light of the restaurant and the waiter was getting a little too friendly. Bakugou is not the most patient person on his best day, but when he wants nothing more than to bend you over and fuck you stupid, some damn waiter flirting with you is not what he needs.

“I can’t believe you. You were so rude to him, Katsuki.” You grumble, walking into the house.

“He was practically drooling all over you.”

“He was being nice! What’s up with you today? I feel like you’ve been so snappy with everyone.”

“Fuck off, no, I haven’t been.”

“Yes, you have. I know I’m usually the only one you can stand to talk to for so long, but still.You were pretty mean to anyone that got near me.”

He lets out a groan and rolls his shoulders. “Do you know how fucking hot you looked today? All I have wanted was to bend you over and fuck you full, but everyone kept getting in the goddamn way!”

“So you’ve been an ass to everyone because you wanted to fuck me?” You question, raising a brow at him.

“Don’t fucking say it like that. I’m allowed to want to fuck my wife.”

“Aw, ‘Suki, baby. I know you are, but all you had to do was ask and you could have had me.” You giggle, walking over and pulling him down by his tie. “I’m always yours to fuck. Do whatever you want.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

He watches you for a moment, taking in the soft features of your face before grabbing your thighs and hoisting you up. You immediately wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly. Without saying anything, he immediately attacks your neck with soft kisses and little bites as he carries you to your bedroom. Rough, calloused hands squeeze at your thighs before you're roughly tossed onto the bed.

“Katsuki!” You squeal as you bounce when you hit the soft mattress.

“Shut up, I got a goal right now.” He growls, tugging his tie off and unbuttoning his shirt.

“What goal?”

“I wanna breed your tight little cunt.”

“I, Katsuki. What?” You question as he crawls onto the bed to hover above you.

“We’ve been talking about it. You want a baby and now I’m done talking. I wanna fucking breed you. I want you pregnant.”

You stare up at him with wide eyes for a moment before nodding dumbly. He gives you a large grin before kissing you roughly. Pulling you up, he unzips your dress before moving out of the way to tug it off of you and throw it off the bed. His hands roam your body, calloused fingers dig into soft skin, pushing in hard enough to leave bruises. A hand slips under you and unhooks your bra, pulling it off and tossing it off to the side. Your hands comb through blond spikes, pushing his hair off his forehead, giving you a clear view of his crimson eyes.

Bakugou gives you a soft smile you know he reserves for only you and leans down to kiss you a little softer this time. He pulls your panties down and throws them off to the side, his own clothes following not long after. Hovering above you, his hand finds its way between your thighs, fingers swiping through your slick folds before circling your clit before sliding down to press into you. He swallows the small moan you let out and slowly scissors his fingers stretching you out.

“Katsuki, it’s fine. ‘m ready.” You whisper against his lips.

“S not fine, barely stretched you.”

“Just, it’s fine, come on. Give me a baby, Katsuki. Please?” You pout, clenching around his fingers the best you can.

With a little groan, he rips his fingers from your cunt and pushes your legs up to your chest. Fitting himself against you, he grinds the underside of his cock between your folds grinning when you whine as the tip bumps against your clit. Finally, he pulls his hips back and pushes the tip into you, grunting when it finally pops in. He pushes in slowly, letting you really feel the stretch of him. Letting the thick vein on the underside of his cock slide against your walls, tip kissing at your cervix as he finally bottoms out within you.

“Fine, I’ll give you a baby. Fill you up and keep you fucking full until it takes.”

“Yes! Katsuki, please!”

“Can’t fucking wait to see you get all round, tits nice and full of milk for my baby. But you’ll be a good girl and share, right? Let me have a taste?”

He pulls his hips back and slams into you again, letting his cock force your warm, velvet walls apart. Pure determination and lust crossover his face as he slams into you. His fingers dig into the back of your thighs pushing them closer to your chest. The extra space allows him to hit just a little deeper within you with every thrust.

“Can’t wait to see you all fuckin round with my baby. Let every stupid fucker that flirts with you at the agency know you’re mine.”

“Suki! Please! You’re, fuck, you’re too deep, baby.”

He ignores your small plea and continues driving into you as hard as he can. A hand drops between the two of you, his fingers rubbing quick messy circles against your clit as he growls down at you. His cock hits all the right places every time he thrusts down into you, leaving your mouth hanging open, moans falling freely from it. A few more pointed thrusts from him and you’re suddenly cumming hard around him. Your release splashing against his thighs and lower abs.

“That’s it, princess. Fuck yeah. That’s what I like to see, baby.” He growls down at you.

“Suki! Daddy! Sensitive! Please, slow down!” You whine, pushing a hand between the two of you to push at his hips in hopes of slowing them.

“No, just hold still. You just gotta take a little more so daddy can cum.”

Ignoring your whines, he pushes your legs up a little higher in hopes of forcing himself a little deeper in you. Tears start to gather in the corner of your eyes as he never gives up his punishing pace. Bakugou suddenly swears above you, hips jolting into yours before pressing into you as he cums hard. His hips give small, half assed thrusts before he nearly collapses on top of you breathing hard.

“Fuck, that should be a good start. You good?”

“Sensitive.” You manage to get out as you attempt to catch your breath.

“Sorry, we’ll go again in a little while. Gonna keep going until it takes.”

I really like breeding kinks and dumb fuck kinks... (●´з`)♡

cw: heavy breeding. usage of “mama” and other variations. mating press. maiesiophilia. bakugou is kinda oc but it’s whatever.

Bakugou enjoys many things; spicy food, instigating arguments, mountain climbing. Though, his all-time favorite is pumping his load into your leaking hole.

“m’ soo full” you slur, the syllabuses are dragged, he guesses it was unintentional. “s’ not enough, I need to fill yer pussy full of my seed till ye get pregnant.” a sharp tap to your thigh. two, large hands hoist the soft flesh up and then a jagged thrust directly into your core. “m’ gonna make ya a mother, yer gonna be the perfect mama, yeah?” He breathes, he can already imagine it—Your tits heavy with milk, nipples all puffy, and tummy swollen with his child.

“m’ gonna be a mommy?” You repeat, wide eyes and slack jaw, drool pools at the corner of your mouth. “mhmm, gonna be such a pretty one.” you can feel his smirk on your skin. His long fingers graze against your frail clit, incoherent moans trickle out your throat. Heat barbs up your spine. His flaming eyes are set on your creamy cunt, he watches as slick oozes down your hole and coats his cock. He watches the way your hole stretches with each thrust, it’s enough to make him cum, ropes of it.

You can feel it, it gushes into you and stuffs you full. The feeling is addictive, you can never get enough. Bakugou watches as you squirm and whimper in his grasp. You’re so cute, you’ll be a wonderful mother, he’s sure of it.

OK, why do I find this hot? :-/

Lactation | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟, 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Kinktober masterlist.

Based on this silly post I made a while back!

Summary: Time alone with Bakugou has been few and far between since the birth of your son, the after affects of pregnancy have you feeling sore and lethargic- But your doting husband is more than willing to help you out.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, mentions of pregnancy, lactation, praise praise praise, breeding, creampie.

Word Count: 2.3k.

“Why does he get to do it?” Bakugou’s chest was pressed firmly against your back as he hovered over you to watch his son feeding before bed.

“Do what?” You hummed softly, leaning into the warmth of your husband as your son latched on.

“Suck on these,” Bakugou palmed your other breast as you whined softly, a subtle ache ebbing through you from how heavy your chest felt full of milk.

“Katsuki,” You shook your head, smiling softly at your husbands childishness, “He’s a baby.”

“And?” He scoffed, holding your hips gently as he caged you between your son and the crib, “I’m just fu- freakin’ saying’ I was here first.”

Bakugou stopped himself from swearing after the side glance you gave him, knowing your husband better than he probably knew himself. A subtle pout etched onto his ageing features, tired eyes staring down at you as he kneaded your sore breast for emphasis. You did feel guilty that you’d been neglecting your husband since childbirth, even though you knew you shouldn’t. Bakugou was the perfect husband and father, reassuring you that you were still the most perfect, beautiful woman in the room even now. But insecurities would often plague your mind, and finding very little time for yourself since your son had arrived into the world meant that these thoughts would continue to fester at the back of your mind.

“Can’t even remember the last time I had these to myself.” Bakugou continued. 

“There’s no way you’re jealous of your son,” You laughed, leaning into his touch as he began to gently sway you from side to side.

“Ain’t my fault he’s got the perfect life,” Bakugou smirked as he pecked your cheek, “What I wouldn’t give to fall asleep sucking on these.”

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OUCHIE THIS STINGS </3

Fire for You » Bakugou Katsuki

WORDCOUNT : 1.8k words.

WARNINGS : smut, angst, cheating (with reader), defloration, unprotected sex, toxic behavior, manipulation.

A/N : i’m late, but this is my submission for the whorehouse porn collab! thank you for letting me participate, miki mouse!!also, if you want, i recommend listening to fire for you by cannons as you read this. happy (late) valentine’s day ♡

Why her—Why not you?

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stuck | bakugou katsuki

synopsis ↬ bakugou hates when nerds are better than him OR you get stuck in a closet but bakugou doesn’t feel like helping

warnings ↬ stuckage/kabeshiri, dub/non-con, college au, non-con picture taking, soft bully bakugou(?), bakugou doesn't act like a bully in the beginning but he does later on, the reader's favorite class is biology, the reader is a nerd, i'm sorry if i offend any nerds, the way you get stuck is kinda poorly written and i'm sorry, do not read if you don’t like being in tight spaces, or-l (receiving), f-ngering (receiving), bakugou calls you a lot of names (not nice names), slut-shaming, objectification, swearing, reader is wearing a skirt, leashes (brief), if you get confused at how I describe the scene just look at the header image, let me know if i've missed anything

pairings ↬ agedup!bully!bakugou katsuki x fem!nerdy!reader

word count ↬ 3.7k

Carefully carrying your biology class's materials, you strode along the partially empty halls to your destination. Professor Kayama, your biology instructor, asked if you could return them to a storage room in preparation for her next class. Being an exemplary student, you happily agreed — not minding the heavy load of fragile items. You held a large plastic tub of different materials she neatly stacked before handing them to you. Your slow-paced walk seemed to agitate some of your fellow classmates trying to hurry to their next activity, yet you didn't mind.

Entering the large storage area, you place the materials that manage to fit inside your arms on the floor. The room was quite large, filled with all assortments of items used in her class. All of which, you could name without even needing to try. Sticking your nose in science textbooks all day certainly paid off. The chatter of a loud group of students just outside the closed door seemed to distract you from your thoughts, just briefly.

You tried to unlock a door leading to a walk-in closet area, except it seemed to be jammed. This was a usual reoccurrence; Professor Kayama would always complain about the door, saying that it always gave her problems and that bringing this to your university for a fix would amount to nothing. She said, "they're too busy with less important things, i'll teach you how to fix it," and so she did.

It was a sliding door, the type that never swung open for "safety reasons". You tightly grasped the handle, pulling the door in the opposite direction while pressing all your strength against it. Finally, the door seemed to magically become smooth on its hinges and glided open with ease. Professor Kayama warned you never to suddenly push against the door with too much force at once as it would make the gears loose and jam it once again. So far, you've managed to survive the faulty door and any mishaps but you knew that you would eventually encounter some problems.

You pick up the plastic tub and enter the room, quickly arranging each object in its correct location. Of course, this wasn't your only duty for the day; Professor Kayama requested that you also tidy any materials that seemed out of place as she needed to leave campus early.

Again, you didn't mind. In fact, you seemed to enjoy knowing that you were her most-trusted pupil. The favorite of the class and the clear spark for envy from the other students. Always scoring the highest out of everyone in your class. Seated in the front during her lectures with your pen and paper ready to take notes while most students couldn't focus or snoozed off in the middle of class. You were the role model for them all to follow, and yet they could never match your pace.

Of course, with all of this attention, you attracted one jealous follower. A boy in your class with a name you were too busy to remember. It started with a "B", that was the only part you decided to memorize. You weren't interested in trying to become 'buddies' with people you wouldn't see again in four years. He always sat at the back of the lecture hall, too enamored with his friends to pay attention. You could vividly recall during one class hearing the obnoxious laughter of a friend he affectionately called, "dunce-face". The cacophony of their voices disrupted the entire lesson, irritating both you and Professor Kayama. You only noticed him because of his performance after every exam, project, and quiz.

The blonde would always try to outperform you. Yet, for the first time in his life, you made him experience failure.

Always coming in a distant second place to you; a sharp contrast to his perfect scores in every other class he took, passing them all with flying colors. You couldn't fathom how he did so well in a class he seemed to show no interest in.

His group of friends certainly weren't the brightest. The annoying one in your class failed nearly every test he took. While the rest weren't focused, instead finding ways to get a freshman's number so they could get their dicks wet. You concluded that he simply cheated on his exams. You were wrong. The notes for all his classes were extensive and thorough. He did whatever he could to ensure his throne was at the top of every class; the only thing more unbearable than last place was second.

His attempt at going above you only led to more shortcomings. Studying all night for a quiz that he ended up sleeping through was unfortunate, but he could get over it. Until he learned that you received another perfect score. Professor Kayama felt bad for him, she couldn't do much except arrange a tutoring session with you as his instructor. He didn't need her pity. He didn't need your pity.

You weren't elated with Professor Kayama's request for you to tutor him, yet you couldn't reject your favorite teacher. You approached him after class a few months ago, plastering your biggest and brightest fake smile. Waving your hand, a little too cheerful and innocent for his liking, and uttering words that made his hatred for you stronger: "I know this class is difficult, so would you like my help? I'm always free if you have any questions, we can be study partners! So, what do you say?"

God, your sweet tooth-rotting voice made him nauseous. You had to be faking it; that professor was watching over you like a hawk. You didn't know how humiliating it was for him. He had so much he wanted to say; resentful sentiments that would leave you beneath him with tears streaming out of your puffy eyes. The perfect view.

As you stood in front of him with your hand outstretched and waiting for his acceptance, his rage surged. You watched as his blood rushed to his reddening cheeks and ears, somewhat intimidated by his strange reaction. Infuriated with your weak attempt at challenging him, the blonde kissed his teeth and stormed out of the classroom. His gaze lingered on you for months following that interaction.

Until his deep ruby eyes caught you entering the storage room, running errands like a mule for your professors.

"Oi, Bakugou!" Yelled his red-haired friend standing across him in the hallway, "Are you listening?" Upon seeing the blonde nod, he continued. "So, you comin' to Mina's party?"

"Yeah, yeah... whatever," He said while running his fingers over the scruff of his neck. Kirishima named a list of girls attending like an elementary student reciting the alphabet, he's surprised he remembers each one. Momo, Uraraka, Yui... He recognized some, they were his frequent calls whenever he needed a quick fuck.

"—that girl in our english class," Kirishima peers up, trying to think once again before a lightbulb flickers in his head. "Denki tried with the smart girl in bio... fuck, I forgot her name... (Y/N) or something like that..."

"Who..?" He wasn't even sure why he bothered asking when he heard correctly the first time.

"That nerdy chick, always at the front in class,"

"Oh,"

"Yeah, but he said she's frigid... said no to his face before he could convince her. Too bad, she sounds like my type," Kirishima snickers under his breath as the blonde stays still.

By now, you've finished cleaning up most of the equipment and returned each of them to their assigned locations. Despite all of your years around fragile science materials, you seem to forget some essential points about safety. You can hear the familiar sound of heavy footsteps outside the closed door. Where have you heard them before? You only peeked away for a second; unfortunately, one second is enough time for an accident to happen.

Hitting your shin on the leg of a nearby desk before tripping over your feet, you fall on your knees and tummy — landing in the cramped walkway with the top half of your body inside the closet. You didn't have enough time to register the shockwave of pain through your legs. The closet's sliding door barrels down and pins you by the waist. Locking your body in place and wedging you right against the door frame. Fuck, it sounded like a cliché from a video on the Hub, which made it more embarrassing.

You try to move and twist your waist but to no avail. You reach your nearest hand to the door and push, yet it 'conveniently' seems jammed in place. For what feels like an eternity, you try desperately to move your body in any way that you can. You make some progress by managing to kneel on the hard tiles, yet the pain from falling prevents you from standing upright. Maybe you sprained something? You don't know, but you need to get out of here fast.

The last thing you want is to be a burden, but in reality, you should be concerned with someone thinking you're an idiot for falling like this. With few choices, you decide to call for help, "help..! somebody..! please, i need help!"

You should have been suspicious when you heard the sound of the front door opening. A minute hadn't even passed. It closes softly, and the faint sound of the lock fills the empty air. Asking if someone was there only led to more silence. The ground trembles like some desks have moved out of the way; obviously, someone was inside.

"Oh gosh, thank you..! I'm so clumsy, I don't know how this happened..." You continue rambling on, thinking they're clearing away to make space and rescue you. When they don't respond, you crane your neck behind only to see the disgruntled blonde — whose name you can't bother remembering — standing over you through the gap in the closet door. "Oh, it's you. Sorry, I don't know your name..."

"Doesn't fuckin' matter," Yet, he seems to grimace at your unnecessary comment. He menacingly looms over your body, making you too anxious and scared to look away.

"S- Sorry if I'm being a burden, but as you can see—" You say while trying to wiggle and show that you can't move but unintentionally show off your bum. "—I'm a little stuck, can you help me?"

"Why should I?" He says with an unwavering expression. He's dead serious. Piercing down at you beneath him while bubbling with excitement, he's won the jackpot.

"Uh... well, I'm hurt really bad. I can't get up on my own," That's unfortunate.

The whole situation was simply comical; he wanted to burst out laughing so bad, so that's what he did. His resounding yet obnoxious voice traveled through every wall of the room. This had to be a joke. There was no way that you of all the people he knew could end up in a situation like this. His cheeky grin only left you confused, clutching his belly as if he'd been injured.

"I know this might seem funny to you, but it's not. Please don't laugh..."

"But it is," He said, finally calming down and catching his breath. "I'm finding it hard to believe the teacher's pet could end up like this. Don’t tell me you’re a dumbass,"

"If you won't help me, will you just find someone else?" You turn your head around, letting your guard down for a moment. When will you learn to stop doing that?

"Why? Don't like me?" The feeling of his foot pushing into your lower back startles you. You aren't given much time to react before it's forcefully arched lower into an uncomfortable position, giving him a full view of your ass.

"H- Hey..! Cut that out..!" Your skirt rides up your thighs, exposing your cotton panties to his mischievous eyes. Greedy hands feel up your soft bum before giving it a tap.

"Wish I could help, but I don't feel like it," He says after finishing his touches. Staring off into the distance, acting as if he'd been genuinely contemplating whether or not to aid you.

"What..?" He eases his foot off your back and chooses to squat behind you. His hands caress your hips before lifting your skirt upwards, exposing your clothed heat.

"Sorry, love, you just look so pretty beneath me," He hooks his fingers under the fabric of your panties, chuckling to himself once he sees you struggle in his hands. Completely unfazed. "It's Bakugou... Katsuki, my name,"

Bakugou. Bakugou.

The surname rings a bell, it sounds so familiar. How could you forget? Your meager interactions with him flood back in your mind, but it's too late to remedy and make amends.

Tugging your panties past your cheeks, Bakugou left you uncovered as his hands freely roamed. He cupped each mound of flesh in his hands, spreading them apart and watching your folds glisten. His thumb runs along your labia, making your body shudder at the foreign sensation. Trying to ask him questions proved pointless; instead, the blonde whispered under his breath about you being desperate “like a bitch in heat”. Partially in disbelief at the sight of your slick as you rubbed your thighs together; you're really enjoying this, aren't you?

Circling his fingers over your clit and massaging your nub, your teeth sink into your lip to hold back moans. His fingers are skilled, he's done this plenty of times with other girls in the past. Yet, the way that he touches hints that he wants to go slow. Take his time and enjoy it as if you were his first. Smirking at your glistening heat as if to prove to his corrupted mind that his actions were justified.

To him, you were a conquest. The trophy on his display case that would become the envy of all his friends.

"W- Wait... Please don't—... do that..!" You want to sound strong, yet your voice is in the same sweet intonation.

Bakugou doesn't take you seriously, not when constant mewls float out of your lips and into his ears. Instead, saying he'll stop when he's finished in a tone that causes your heart to race with panic. You feel something warm and icky suddenly touching your heat; using his thumb, he spreads it across your folds while mumbling about "getting you ready". You don't even bother asking, succumbing to his lustful desires.

Maybe this is all he'll do. Feel you up and then help you when he's done, right?

You couldn't be more wrong.

His flat tongue takes a slow lap at your warmth as your hips wiggle again in his hold. Using both hands, Bakugou pins you still by your waist and lower back — holding you tight until you can't struggle. His grip is too strong, fingernails scratching into your skin. You don't stand a chance. He forces your back to arch more, releasing a hum of approval at your compliance. Kirishima said you were frigid, but now you've got him second-guessing.

His tongue darts across your clit with ease; gliding over your sensitive bud as your walls flutter. Teasing your sex just right, only taking Bakugou a few minutes to guess the spots that would drive you insane. The same insanity he was plagued with whenever he was around your presence. You tried using your legs to kick at the blonde, toes curling in your shoes. He swears into your pussy in frustration, why can't you just stay still? The vibration of his voice sends a wave of pleasure through as you moan in response, "nngh... d- don't i... i can't...ahh~"

One of your kicks nearly strikes him in the chest with full force. Your last attempt at fleeing once an intense pain surges through your leg. He simply finds it humorous again, the thought of you overpowering him. Bakugou moves one of his hands to your leg, pinning it to the tile flooring. Still determined, he continues his assault on your now swollen clit. Attached to your pussy and coaxing out your clear essence onto his tongue. Savoring your taste on his tongue, moving his head downwards, and giving you one final kiss on your clit.

You wince, feeling his thick middle finger sink inside your sopping entrance. Bakugou's thumb extends over the hood of your clit, soon covering both fingers in slick. Peaking through the gap, he sees your figure, biting on your fingers but failing to hide your whimpers — he can't wait to get out of this stuffy room — praying that you cum soon so he can see your face of pure bliss afterward.

Kirishima always said he preferred inexperienced girls. Always seemed to get attached easily with a few words of affection. Made good fucks for a quickie; send them a teddy bear, say you're sorry if you hurt them, and they'll be at your beck and call.

The familiar high pitch in your voice is something he hears too often, fully knowing what happens next. "don't tell me you're gonna cum already, love?" He taunts while his finger curls over another spot that sends a loud moan through the room. Bakugou's thumb presses deeper against your clit, smirking at your frequent pulsating walls.

"N- No..! I'm not...!"

"Hm, you're not? You're drippin' down here babe. Squeezin' me too. Was hoping you'd save some for my cock instead." His... what? You twist around, trying to stop him by reaching out but he grabs your hand instead. Stopping you from turning around and inspecting you like his newest toy, he says, "Ah, that's the pretty face I missed,"

Another digit enters you with ease, quivering against him and sucking him further with every graze against your g-spot. The familiar pooling of warmth below your stomach was hard to ignore. "should've known you were a slut when I saw your cute little pussy, only dumb sluts get wet like that," The boost of confidence he received once feeling your spasming walls was immense, clenching around him with every degrading word.

He slows, but not to a complete stop. "kats!—..." you whine in frustration, quickly pressing your lips together afterward. It surprises you as much as it does him. Not understanding why, after all this time, you wanted him more than ever. He edged you closer and closer, his fingertips kissing your cervix.

"Beg me," He said, yet you fought your lips to stay still, not wanting to embarrass yourself further. "Ah, teacher's pet thinks she's better than me, huh?" Bakugou's heavy hand suddenly connected with your bum, making you yelp at the stinging pain, "You know, I've got all day..."

"Please," You said weakly. Not good enough.

"C'mon, you can do better. Don't you wanna cum on my fingers..?" He spoke in a condescending tone, caressing the spot on your ass where he hit.

Fuck it, your head was far too gone. "please, katsu— i need... i wanna cum so bad..." Close, but not yet.

"Can't hear you, babe," His hand moves to tap against your clit, making you shudder with every hit. "Be a good little bitch for me, speak up..."

"Fu—Fuck... Katsu... please make me cum..! Need you... bad, lemme cum on your fingers— please..!

He smirked to himself, not entirely pleased but you'll learn — you're such an obedient student. Continuing with his pace, his thumb rolled across your swollen sex as the blonde watched expectantly. Making you unwind with every curl of his fingers until finally, a wave of pleasure rode over your body. Cum gushed from your entrance and onto Bakugou's fingers as he massaged your spot. Quickly finding himself mesmerized by your trembling thighs and sounds of ecstasy.

Eagerly removing his fingers once you've calmed, helping you ride out your orgasm before licking them clean. He moved to your dripping cunt, happily lapping at whatever sticky essence overflowed until his lips and chin shined under the overhead lights. As you pant and quiver, he gives you some encouraging pats on your bum.

He stands, and you hear the jingle of his belt before seeing his shadow move closer to you. Pushing his brawny arms through the gap, he loops the leather belt around your neck before fastening it. Bakugou gives an experimental tug and forces the strap upwards. The loop is loose enough for you to breathe but tight enough to leave indents.

He uses his strength to push the slider door open; it moves with ease. The old pesky thing was barely jammed, you probably could’ve gotten up on your own if you tried hard enough. Bakugou stares down as you try to move despite your aches and pains. “dummy doesn’t know basic physics, could’ve opened it yourself, bitch,”

Ignoring him, you try to stand but the blonde grasps the strap of his belt and tugs your body downward — making you fall straight on your knees again. Your body has become numb to the pain; when he presses his foot against your back again, you don’t even flinch. Bakugou kisses his teeth, annoyed that you're still whimpering. His belt is too short to stand, so he squats in front of you.

As you try to find comfort by caressing your aches, he pinches one of your cheeks harshly — forcing you to stare up at him, all teary-eyed and disheveled. The quick flash of his smartphone camera blinds your eyes, flashing white before fading.

"What did you do..?" You ask, but he doesn't need to answer. Instead, Bakugou moves his phone away from your face. "Please don't show that to your friends..."

It should've made him guilty. Hearing your desperate voice with puppy eyes begging him. But it only reminded him why he hated you so much, so weak and fragile yet somehow above him.

"Don't fuckin' look at me like that... I won't," No matter how much of an ass he wanted to be, he could never do that.

You're his personal conquest, the trophy, and the envy of all his friends. Knowing you, you'll probably take your 'goody-two shoes' ass and run to that professor you're close with or someone else he doesn't know. You can't run away yet, he wants to have more fun. Maybe fuck your brains out til' his name is the only thing your dumb ass can remember.

Bakugou stands and decides to bring his phone out once again, this time recording.

"I won't tell a soul, so put on your prettiest face... just for me,"

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