Won't Lose You Again

Illustration by @ seisyunbotdesu on Twitter

First time calling him Katsuki.

Paring: Katsuki Bakugou x GN! Reader

Summary: after finals all Katsuki wants to do is cuddle.

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When you first got with Bakugou you thought he wasn’t the cuddling type. You thought he hated affection and anything on the lines of it. Oh did he prove you wrong.

It was a Saturday afternoon and the dorms were far from quiet. Finals had just finished and everyone was having a day to just relax and unwind from the chaotic week.

While you and some of the 1-A girls were hanging out it clicked in your head that your hot-headed boyfriend wasn’t in the commons.

“Hey has anyone seen Bakugou?” You inquired your peers in hopes they’d have some sort of clue on where he could be.

“Nah, I think he’s still in his room” Kirishima peaked over the couch as you walked around still darting your eyes around.

“Hm.. okay..” you trailed off making the decision that you would check his room. Sure enough, when you knocked on his door you could hear a faint grumble.

“What do you- oh hey..” he opened the door with force unknown to the fact it was you at the door.

“Hey I was just wondering where you were” You gave him a soft smile, watching as he looked down to your lips and back up to your eyes. This move going unnoticed by you.

“Whatever.” He scoffed and grabbed your hand hurrying you into his room.

Once he closed the door you noticed his room a bit unorganized which seemed very unlike him, but before you could make any sense of this he picked you up and laid you on his bed with a slight thump. Which was continued by all his body weight against you.

“Baku-gou…” you said in a breathy tone as his weight crushed you.

“Don’t call me that.” He sneered into your chest.

“Huh?” You said not knowing what you should do in this situation.

“Don’t call me that..” he said again in a deeper tone.

“What should I call you then?” You mentally laughed at the question you were asking him.

“My name.” He said, like it was even a question.

“Katsuki?” You said in a soft tone which made him burry his face more and more into your chest.

It made your face warm up but at that point it wasn’t what you were thinking about. It was how he had his arms wrapped around you, not in a possessive way. His hold on you was sweet and caring. Something you weren’t expecting from him.

You knew he liked you, but you weren’t sure if he loved you.

You returned his embrace and hugged him back, if not tighter. Katsuki wasn’t very affectionate so him voluntarily cuddling you made you wanna eat every part of this up.

He sighed, feeling almost relieved at your touch. He didn’t quite grasp how stressful the past week had been until he was in your arms. He didn’t have to do anything besides hug you back. Finally, he could relax.

That day you found out that Katsuki and Bakugou were two different people. Katsuki was soft, caring and affectionate in a silent way and Bakugou was a hot head who was extremely opinionated. Though it seemed he had two alter-egos, he was still your boyfriend that you cared deeply for. Even loved.

MY MANNNNN

Bakugo Katsuki is unreasonable when it comes to you. He is constantly worried something is going to happen to you. He knows you're strong, he knows you're able to care for you. Its not that he believes that you are useless without him.

Its how clumsy you are.

The amount of times you have hurt yourself on basic items. You're constantly getting paper cuts and its to the point that he always has bandaids on him because he knows you're somehow going to get a cut or fall and skin your knee.

He has such a soft spot for you. But god does he get annoyed with how accident prone you seem to be.

But with that he's so protective over you. Not in a weird way but in a "i feel a need to make sure you're okay" kind of way.

You're the only person he will show any physical affection in public. He always has a hand on you. An arm around your waist, hand interlocked with yours, arms wrapped around you in a protective hug. Katsuki will try his best to make sure that you are safe even you some how manage to hurt yourself anyways.

As clumsy as you are. You are katuski bakugos sweet baby.

Bakugou x reader and it's just a reader who is really expressive with liking him? Little treats here and there, writing him notes, always being around him, etc. obviously he gets mad at some point and tells her to leave him alone but he winds up missing her? Idk it's just smth quick I came up with since y'all asked for requests. This also could be done with Gojo maybe 🧐

TOO MUCH..

CW: angst w comfort & bkg is a bitch

A/N: ty for sending in a request ily 🥹

You sat on the bench outside of the UA training field, your eyes scanning the horizon, waiting for him. Bakugou Katsuki, the student you were way too invested in. He was loud, brash, and always pushing people away, but you couldn’t help it—he was like a magnet, drawing you in with his strength, his passion, his unyielding attitude.

And, okay, maybe you were a little obsessed. But it wasn’t like you’d ever admit it. Well, at least, not in a way that didn’t involve writing him notes and leaving little treats in his locker. It was your way of showing him that you cared, even if he made remarks every day that he didn’t want to be treated ‘like a baby’.

Today, you had something special—just a little snack for Bakugou. His favorite, as you’d learned after a year of paying attention to the little details.

You heard his voice before you saw him. “Oi, you! What the hell are you doing here?”

You jumped to your feet, practically glowing with excitement. “Katsuki! I made you some snacks! It’s just a little something, you know, for your training,” you said, handing him the neatly wrapped bundle.

He eyed it suspiciously, his expression tight. “What, you think I need you to pamper me now? I’m fine.”

Your smile faltered a bit, but you shrugged. “It’s just a snack. I thought you’d like it. I know you’re always busy and don’t have time to grab something to eat.” Your eyes avoided his.

His crimson eyes narrowed, and for a moment, you swore you saw a flicker of something softer in them. But it was gone just as quickly. “Tch. Whatever.” He snatched the package from your hands, though, his eyes still burning with annoyance. “Stop acting like some damn food will make me like you more..”

“Bakugou, I—”

“Just leave me the hell alone!” he snapped, his voice rising. “Stop following me around and acting all sweet, okay? I don’t need it!”

You froze, his words like a slap to the face. You had grown used to his outbursts, but this time, it hurt a little more. You stared at him, blinking as your mind scrambled to process everything he said.

“Fine,” you whispered, your heart sinking in your chest. “I’ll leave you alone.”

And with that, you turned and walked away, leaving Bakugou standing there, clutching the snack you’d made for him, feeling a strange weight in his chest.

Days passed, and Bakugou didn’t realize just how much he missed you until he saw your empty seat in class. You haven't been around much lately. You didn’t sneak little snacks into his locker, no notes with little doodles of “Good luck!” or “I believe in you!” You didn’t hover around him like you used to. And it left him feeling... off.

He attempted to tone out the sound of Kirishima asking about you, but he was persistent. “Hey, Bakugou, have you seen Y/N lately? She hasn’t been around much. You know, I think she’s been worried about you.”

Bakugou scowled, the words rattling around in his head. “What the hell are you talking about? Who cares?”

But even as he said it, he could feel a knot in his stomach. It wasn’t like he missed her or anything. Not really. She was just... always there. He didn’t want to admit that he’d gotten used to her presence.

When he saw you again, it was in the hallway, your head down as you walked past him, seemingly lost in thought. You didn’t even look up when you crossed his path. The usual spark of recognition, the little flash of joy that came from just being near him, was gone.

"Oi!" Bakugou barked, and you froze, your hand halfway to the door of your classroom. "Why the hell aren’t you talking to me anymore? I told you to leave me alone, but that doesn’t mean you can just disappear."

You turned, your eyes wide with surprise. “I—I thought you wanted me to leave you alone..?”

He gritted his teeth, frustration building in his chest. “You think I wanted that? I didn’t ask for you to act like some damn ghost! You’ve been gone for days, YN. What the hell is going on?”

You blinked in confusion, stepping closer but still not fully understanding what was happening. “But... you said—”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t mean it! At least, not like that.” he made a desperate attempt to explain, his voice softer this time, tinged with an unexpected urgency. “You’re always around, and I hate it. But... hell, I miss you being there. I don’t know why. I just—” He stopped, his face turning redder than usual, and he looked away, grumbling. “Just... don’t disappear again, okay? I’m.. sorry.”

A slow smile tugged at your lips, the same smile you always wore when he frustrated you. “I can’t promise I won’t be around. I’m just too... much, I guess,” you teased.

“Damn right you are,” he muttered, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—something warmer than the usual anger. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You stepped forward, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, then placed your hand on his shoulder. “I won’t. I promise.”

Bakugou stared at you, his heart racing, unsure of what to say. You spoke instead,

“But seriously, don’t ever pull this shit again or I might just kill you.”

He chuckled, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe—just maybe—he wasn’t as annoyed with you as he let on.

From then on, the little notes and treats kept coming. And despite all the grumbling, the scowls, and the sarcastic remarks, Bakugou found himself growing more comfortable with your presence. He’d never admit it, but he was starting to look forward to seeing you, even if he was too stubborn to let you know.

After all, even Bakugou couldn’t stay mad at someone who cared enough to stick around.

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POUND TOWN | Bakugo Katsuki

synopsis: You keep talking crazy all night and risking your ability to walk so he took your craziness back to your room to see what's up.

content: smut. shameless smut, missionary, bondage, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, creampie, vibrator, messy sex, husband! bakugo, bakugo's a fucking freak.

Without his cock, he remains a sadistic bastard, feeding on your futile attempts to hide from him. But what happens when he suddenly takes an interest in using toys? He becomes a fucking monster.

Your hands are bound above you, wrists secured to the headboard. He got tired of you pushing his hand away—tired of your disobedience. Would you ever listen when he told you to stay still? No. You’d whine about it being ‘too much,’ drowning in your usual dramatics, claiming you were dying.

He only smirks at your theatrics, the curve of his lips a cruel promise. “Dying?” he mocks, fingers tracing the slick mess between your thighs. “You always say that, and yet—you’re still here.”

A breathy and broken moan falls off your lungs as he presses the toy against your overstimulated clit, a fresh wave of stimulation making your body jolt. You try to twist away, pawing at his hands, but the restraints hold you firm. He clicks his tongue.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice is velvet over steel, laced with amusement. “I haven’t even started.”

The toy buzzes to life, the vibration sending a violent shudder through your body. Your legs twitch, but he’s already got you pinned. A low chuckle rumbles from him, dark and pleased.

“Yeah… you’re not going anywhere.”

It all came to life last week.

"Would you ever use toys on me bakugo?" the question came to him, and he scoffed with a obnoxious grin turning to you, "what, my cock not good enough for you anymore"

your eyes widened and you smacked him on the shoulder, "Don't be such a pervert" refusing to answer up-straight, he'd continue, flipping your questions of curiosity into nasty statements, and you would just roll your eyes in with a laugh as he laughed "god never mind"

But who would've known, that later in the same week, Katsuki Bakugo, would have been hyper fixated on the exact topic. Do extensive research, and went ahead to make the purchase of an Hitachi Magic Wand.

Your once bright eyes, rolling back in bliss. "oh my god" you whispered. Your body convulsing under his screened attention on your swollen clit as he fucks into you as if the vibration of the wand wasn't enough to send you mind fucked.

Your not sure how much time has passed, he sure as hell didn't make it seem as if any time had passed, continuing to empty his cum in your already full womb, dripping out onto the white sheets as he used his dick to push it in, ensuring none went to waste.

And when your body sunk lifeless into the sheets, he'd disrupt that out of pure curiosity, pressing the wand back to your pussy on the highest setting. You'd try to weakly push his hand off, not really sure your brain melting, drool leaking from from the corners of your mouth as you your legs trembled violently and he'd find the audacity to beg. "One more pretty girl, please"

Dry humping with Bakugo for the first time but reader is shy

You and katsuki have been dating for about four months now, but you guys haven’t really gotten intimate with each, the furthest being a steamy make out sesh.

But you didn’t want to just make out.

…

You were at Bakugo’s dorm watching a movie all cuddled up, you glance up at him but he seems to be too engrossed in the movie playing to notice.

You were bored and wanted some attention from your boyfriend but didn’t know how to ask.

You sigh Unintentionally, causing Bakugo to look down before him saying “Tch what’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing”

He knew you were lying Bakugo wasn’t stupid, he knew you wanted some attention it was written all over your face. He noticed how many times you looked up at him, your eyes full in hopes he’d notice you.

He lets out a breath before pulling you into his lap

“Is this what you wanted hm? Some attention?”

He mumbles kissing down you neck, before coming back up and attacking your lips.

You lean into the kiss before opening your mouth slightly hoping Bakugo would take the invite- which he did.

But you needed more.

Both your hands met up and tangled their way into Bakugo’s hair earning a groan from him. God it turned him on when you did that.

Still needing more you grind your hips down onto Bakugo, him bucking his hips slightly at the contact, causing you to whimper.

God it felt good. You grind down on his again before slightly pulling away from the kiss

“I-is this ok?”

“Obviously dumbass” he says kissing you again mumbling into your lips “wouldn’t let you if it wasn’t”

His hands roam over your body before meeting at your waist guiding your hips along his, creating a steady rhythm.

You apply more pressure which causes you and Bakugo to moan in sync.

“Feels good” you manage to let out, Bakugo moving down to kiss your neck leaving little marks all over.

“Tch obviously” he says into your neck his hot breath sending shivers down your spine

The friction was driving both you and Bakugo crazy.

“Think I might cum like this pretty girl” Bakugo says pulling away from your neck and staring directly into your eyes, watching as you get nervous never really being able to hold eye contact with him.

You turn red hot, embarrassed, you look down at where your hips met with his watching as you grind yourself down, Bakugo’s hips bucking up at yours.

His hardness is prominent. He grabs your face forcing you to look at him-

“Getting shy on me hm?”

He says a smirk plastered across his face.

You start to grind your hips faster and harder against his, whimpering slightly, that feeling building up in your stomach.

Bakugo noticed. Of course. How could he not?

“You close baby? You gonna cum for me?”

He words send you over the edge, you throw your head back moaning as you come undone.

Bakugo thrusts up, chasing his high, your pretty moans and whimpers sending him over the edge.

Once you come down from your high you glance down at Bakugo who is already staring at you with his casual smirk.

“Enjoy yourself? Is that what you wanted hm?”

You nod looking away shyly earring a chuckle from Bakugo.

“Look at the mess you made me make baby”

You look down and sure enough, you see the wet patch from his orgasm. You turn a bright red shade which Bakugo finds adorable.

“We are gonna do that more often baby.”



𝝑𝑒 katsuki finds out what you've been drawing in your sketchbook all the time...and to say he's surprised is an understatement.

"y/n."

"hmm?"

your boyfriend lets out a sharp growl, his hands practically itching to reach out and snatch the sketchbook out of your hands

"let me see."

you don't respond, brows pinched together in concentration as you alternate between looking at the charcoal in your hands to katsuki's adorable pout

"you need to wait a little longer...not my fault you're so pretty."

he lets out an embarrassed groan, dragging his calloused palm down his face as he flops face first onto your bed. you let out a whine in protest, slapping his arm

"ow!" you huff, silently scolding yourself for hitting the hard, packed muscle beneath his shirt. he smirks a little bit at your reaction, rolling onto his back and making a show of flexing his muscles as he stretches his arms with a loud yawn

"ya took forever. now, show me what you made." he demands, sitting up expectedly with narrowed eyes

katsuki had been dragged from the common room all the way up to your dorm in a matter of minutes. he'd gladly be dragged by you to the ends of the earth, but he was beyond confused when you ordered him to sit down on your bed and stay still. all until you pulled out your sketchbook.

the light bulb in his mind switched on, and with a quiet "ah", he complied, listening to you quietly chat about anything and everything that came to your mind as you scribbled away in your sketchbook

katsuki has seen you carrying it around a lot. you always kept it tucked under your arm even as you travelled from class to class—never apart. it had, simply put, become an extension to your body at this point

of course he's wanted to take a peak in there. and about a dozen times katsuki tried to—but each time ended with him getting beat with your pillows and plushies as you shoved him out of your dorm, slamming the door on him as he laid in the hall, rubbing his head and silently cursing himself for getting caught once again.

he had kept still and quiet for you while you drew because this was....out of the ordinary. you never really did open your sketchbook in front of him—but here you were now, fingers smudging the paper as you smile sheepishly

"promise you won't laugh?"

he rolls his eyes, trying to keep his usual facade up so you don't detect even a hint of the nervousness he felt

"course i won't. now, either you show me—or i'm taking that damned book from your hands and—"

he's cut off when you suddenly raise it from your lap. pages rustle together as you flip it towards him, hands gripping the edges of your most prized possession as you squeeze your eyes shut and await his reaction

katsuki, was for once, stunned into silence. his eyes trailed over the strokes and marks on the paper, your finger imprints pressed all over the paper from the charcoal—

but what you've drawn is undeniably him.

it's not what he'd expected at all. it's him but...it's not from katsuki's view. it's not the mean face he saw in the mirror everyday. the usual scowl that seemed to be a permanent resident on his face was replaced with a soft smile in your drawing

his eyes were lighter, softer. his cheeks were round and full of boyish youth as he smiled. it was beautiful. he was. he feels his heart stutter in his chest as he slowly takes the sketchbook from your hands, eyes glued to page

"hold on suki—"

he begins flipping. flipping and flipping and flipping and it's all him. katsuki sleeping, katsuki yelling and a frightened little izuku scribbled into the corner of the page—katsuki cooking, katsuki in his hero suit, katsuki—

you suddenly tackle him, and with a yelp—both of you tumble off of your bed and onto the floor. unfortunately, his grip on the book loosens for a mere instant, and you're able to snatch it out of his grip and throw it onto your bed from where the two of you laid on the floor

his lips are parted, but not a sound comes out. his eyes are like the drawing you had just made—soft and gentle and round as he stares up at you.

you're so embarrassed you can barely stand to look him in the eye, resorting to tucking your face into the space between his neck and shoulder with an embarrassed groan

"asshole...you weren't supposed to flip..." you murmur, and katsuki thinks you look pretty with your cheeks flushed and tinted like this. his chest falls and rises slowly, and he made no move to get up off the floor as you caged him there—refusing to let him get up.

"i....gah say something you jerk! you can't humiliate me like that and then get all quiet!" you whine, your voice embarrassed and pitched and katsuki can't even stop himself from grabbing hold of the back of your neck and crashing his lips into yours

he pulls your entire body against him, wrapping a single arm around your waist before he rolls the two of you over and flipping your positions—he hovers over you, pulling away from the kiss just to press another one onto your forehead

"you fucking dumbass...why'd you go and waste so many pages on me..." he mumbles, grabbing your charcoal covered hands as he presses a soft kiss onto your finger tips. you smile bashfully at the smeared streaks of color on his face

"you're my muse." you state simply

his eyes are lined with tears, and his grin is wide and toothy—you want to capture this moment in your pages, the shine in his eyes and the way his lips curled, all of it.

you decide you'll have to draw this particular katsuki later, because he's suddenly launching an attack on you—a flurry of kisses being pressed all over your face and neck and just about any bit of skin he could find as he laughs at the sound of your sweet squeals—music to his ears.

“Hot Sand, Hotter Boyfriend – : Busted”

Setting: Bakugo’s dorm, late at night—door… not locked. Oops.

You didn’t mean for it to happen. Not like this.

But after a long day, some teasing kisses, and Bakugo pulling you into his room with that look in his eye—yeah, things escalated fast.

Clothes hit the floor. Your back hit the bed. His mouth hit your skin like he was starved.

He had you pinned under him now, hands holding your thighs apart as he moved between them, every deep, slow thrust drawing the kind of moans you couldn’t bite back. Sweat slicked your skin, your nails raked down his back, and his mouth was at your ear, whispering filth.

“You feel that?” he growled. “How fuckin’ deep I am inside you?”

You whimpered, gasping his name.

Then—click.

Neither of you heard the door open at first.

But you definitely heard the screams.

“WHAT THE—”

“CLOSE IT! CLOSE IT!!”

Bakugo’s head whipped around just in time to see Kirishima, Kaminari, and Mina standing in the doorway like deer in headlights, jaws on the floor.

You shrieked and grabbed the nearest blanket, yanking it over your chest while Bakugo shoved himself in front of you, completely naked and fuming.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!”

Kaminari tried to cover his eyes and still managed to trip backwards out of the doorway. “I didn’t see anything—I SWEAR—except everything—I’M SORRY—”

Mina was frozen, wide-eyed. “Oh my god. I saw Bakugo’s ass. It’s sculpted.”

Kirishima yelped and slammed the door shut, voice cracking. “WHY wasn’t it locked?! WHY?!”

You were hiding your face behind Bakugo’s back, skin burning with embarrassment.

“We are never surviving this,” you whispered.

Bakugo grumbled, running a hand through his messy hair. “I’m gonna murder all of them.”

“You left the door unlocked!”

“You distracted me!”

The hallway outside erupted in chaos—screaming, laughing, someone (probably Sero) shouting “They were going at it like R-rated rabbits!” and Uraraka crying, “I can’t believe I SAW that!”

You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself and groaned. “Do you think it’s too late to fake our deaths?”

Bakugo looked back at you, then down at himself, and sighed. “Guess they know I’m good at my job.”

You smacked his arm. “Not. Helping.”

HELP OMG

U CANT MAKE THIS UP 😭

Bitches will find a fictional man attractive and then immediately imagine him in situations where he is losing alarming amounts of blood