COME BACK💔

let me see what you have!! 🔪

c.ai always mischaracterize him😒

dawg ik katsuki would never

Hi Neema!

May I please request Katsuki x Reader, where they'd broken up a few years before because he was so into his work that he accidentally made her feel like she was holding him back, and at the reunion he apologizes and asks her if she's willing to try again? (And of course the answer is yes!) Fluff, maybe hurt/comfort, possibly car smut?

Never Really Over

The reunion wasn’t your idea. If it had been, you wouldn’t be here.

You’d spent the last few years carefully avoiding the places and people that would bring up memories of him. Not because you hated him—not even close—but because it had taken you so damn long to stop hurting every time you thought of Katsuki Bakugou.

But here you were.

The bar was buzzing with familiar voices, old classmates from UA greeting each other with excitement, some already three drinks in and laughing too loudly. You nursed your drink at the edge of the crowd, avoiding eye contact with anyone who might ask too many questions.

And then, you felt it.

That crackle in the air, like the moment before a storm.

You turned before you could stop yourself. And there he was.

Katsuki Bakugou, in the flesh.

He looked… good. Too good. He always had, but the years had refined him, softening some of the sharp edges just enough to make them even more dangerous. His hero uniform was gone, replaced by dark jeans and a fitted black button-up, sleeves rolled to his elbows, exposing the corded muscle of his forearms.

And his eyes. The moment they landed on you, they widened—just slightly, but enough. A flicker of something raw passed through them before he masked it.

You forced yourself to look away, pretending to be engrossed in the condensation on your glass.

But it didn’t matter. His footsteps were already headed in your direction.

“Hey.”

The voice sent a shiver down your spine. Deep, familiar, threaded with hesitation—something you never thought you’d hear from him.

You took a steadying breath before looking up. “Hey.”

Silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken words. You could hear the chatter of your old classmates, the clink of glasses, the hum of music in the background. But all of it faded because Katsuki was here, standing right in front of you, and you had no idea what to say to him.

He was the one who broke it.

“You look good,” he said, eyes scanning you like he was memorizing every detail.

You gave a small smile. “You too.”

A dry chuckle. “Yeah, right.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You been doin’ okay?”

You hesitated. That was a complicated question. “Yeah,” you settled on. “I mean, it took a while, but I’ve been good.”

Katsuki exhaled, looking away for a moment. “Yeah. Same.” His voice was gruff, like the words were hard to admit.

Silence again. It wasn’t awkward, exactly—just heavy.

You sighed, deciding to rip the band-aid off. “Katsuki, why are you here?”

His gaze snapped back to you, and for the first time, you saw it—guilt.

“I needed to see you,” he said, voice quieter now.

You swallowed. “Why?”

He exhaled, jaw tightening. “Because I was an idiot. And I owe you an apology.”

Your heart stumbled over itself. “An apology?”

His hands clenched at his sides before he forced them to relax. “Yeah. For… everything.”

You let out a soft breath, staring into your drink. “Katsuki, that was years ago.”

“I know,” he said quickly. “Too fuckin’ long, actually. But that doesn’t mean I don’t regret it every goddamn day.”

Your chest tightened. “What exactly do you regret?”

His crimson eyes flickered with something pained. “Pushing you away. Making you think you weren’t important to me.” He took a deep breath. “You were the most important thing in my life, and I was too fuckin’ blind to see it.”

Your breath caught.

Katsuki clenched his jaw. “I thought I was doin’ the right thing. Thought I had to put everything into being a hero so I could be good enough. And you—” He broke off, exhaling sharply. “You were always so damn supportive, and instead of appreciating that, I just made you feel like you were in the way.”

He looked at you then, eyes raw and open in a way you’d never seen before.

“I was wrong.”

You stared at him, heart pounding.

“I never shoulda let you go,” he admitted, voice rough. “I should’ve fought for us. Should’ve fucking seen you instead of drownin’ myself in work like an idiot.” His hands clenched again. “And I know I can’t change what happened, but I just—” He broke off, exhaling sharply. “I just needed you to know that. That it wasn’t you. It was me.”

Your fingers curled around your glass. “Katsuki…”

His throat worked as he swallowed. “I still—” He cut himself off, shaking his head. “I don’t expect anything from you. I just wanted to say it. To finally tell you how sorry I am.”

You stared at him, feeling everything all at once—the heartbreak, the longing, the years of missing him. The late nights where you wondered if he ever thought about you the way you thought about him.

And now, here he was, telling you everything you had once needed to hear.

You inhaled sharply, gripping your glass. “You still what?”

Katsuki’s gaze locked onto yours, and for a moment, he just looked at you. Then, quietly—almost too quiet for him—he admitted,

“I still love you.”

Your breath caught.

He let out a rough exhale. “And I know I don’t deserve shit from you. But if—” He hesitated, eyes flickering with uncertainty. “If there’s any part of you that still feels the same, I—” His jaw tightened. “I wanna try again. If you’ll have me.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut.

You should’ve been angry. Should’ve told him he was too late, that you’d moved on, that you didn’t need him anymore.

But the truth was, you’d never stopped loving him either.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. “You mean that?”

He exhaled sharply. “More than anything.”

You bit your lip, searching his face. He was serious.

Your fingers tightened around your glass. “If we do this… I need to know it’ll be different.”

Katsuki nodded without hesitation. “I will make it different. I swear it.”

You inhaled, your heart screaming at you to just say yes.

And then you did.

“Okay.”

His eyes widened. “Wait—seriously?”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Yes, dumbass. Seriously.”

For the first time that night, Katsuki actually looked stunned.

Then, without thinking, he grabbed you—one arm wrapping around your waist, the other cupping your face as he kissed you hard.

You gasped against his mouth, but it only took a second before you melted into him, gripping his shirt as he kissed you like he was making up for lost time.

When he finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours, breathless.

“I won’t fuck this up again,” he murmured.

You smiled, tracing your fingers along his jaw. “You better not.”

He smirked. “Guess I’ll just have to spend the rest of my life provin’ it to you, huh?”

Your heart swelled. “Guess so.”

And as he kissed you again, you knew—this time, you weren’t letting go.

***

The reunion was long over by the time you and Katsuki stumbled out into the parking lot. The cool night air kissed your flushed skin, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from his body beside you. Your hand was clasped tightly in his, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his thumb traced soft, nervous circles against your knuckles—an almost boyish fidget you’d never seen from him before.

He glanced at you, crimson eyes flicking down to your lips. The hunger in his gaze made your stomach flip, and your body responded instinctively, leaning closer.

“Gonna keep lookin’ at me like that all night?” he rumbled, voice low and dangerous.

You smirked, emboldened by the rush of adrenaline. “Depends. You gonna do something about it?”

A growl escaped him, a predatory grin spreading across his face. “Get your ass in the car.”

He dragged you to his sleek black car—an obnoxiously expensive model you recognized from countless magazine covers. The Hero Dynamight’s flashy ride. The moment the doors unlocked, Katsuki shoved the driver’s seat back, giving himself enough space before pulling you in.

The second the door clicked shut, his hands were on you. Rough, calloused palms skimmed up your thighs, dragging your dress higher as he crashed his mouth against yours. The kiss was all heat and desperation—teeth clashing, tongues tangling, a groan rumbling from his chest when you bit his bottom lip.

“Fuck,” he grunted, dragging you closer until you straddled him, knees pressing into the soft leather of his seat.

His hands roamed possessively—one gripping your hip, the other trailing up your spine before tangling in your hair. He tugged just hard enough to force your head back, exposing the length of your throat. Hot lips brushed against your pulse point, nipping and licking, and you couldn’t help the whimper that slipped out.

“Katsuki—”

“Say it again,” he demanded, voice a growl against your skin.

“Katsuki,” you repeated, breath hitching.

His mouth latched onto the curve of your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark—a signature of sorts. Your hands slid up his chest, fingers tracing the firm lines of muscle beneath the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Missed this,” he muttered against your skin, palms squeezing your hips. “Missed you.”

The admission sent a jolt through you. “Me too,” you breathed.

Katsuki’s eyes burned as he reached for the buttons of your dress, nimble fingers making quick work of them. The fabric slid off your shoulders, pooling around your waist and exposing the lacy bra you’d picked out on a whim. His gaze lingered, hunger darkening his eyes as he traced the curve of your breasts.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he rasped, large hands cupping you through the lace. His thumbs brushed over the peaks of your nipples, teasing until they hardened beneath his touch.

Heat pooled low in your belly, and you rolled your hips against him, dragging a ragged groan from his throat. You could already feel him hard against your thigh, straining against his jeans.

“Impatient?” you teased, breathless.

He smirked, fingers sliding beneath your bra to flick your nipple. “You’re talkin’ a lot of shit for someone already so wet for me.”

You bit back a whimper as his hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the hem of your dress. Rough fingers pressed against your clothed core, feeling the dampness already seeping through.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he drawled, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

Heat flushed your face as he pressed two fingers against your slit, rubbing slow circles that had your thighs trembling. He pushed your panties aside, a satisfied grunt rumbling from him when he felt how slick you were.

“Shit,” he muttered, eyes blazing. “Didn’t even fuckin’ touch you yet.”

Your head fell back as he slipped a finger inside, curling it just right. A soft moan slipped past your lips, and he took advantage, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss.

“More,” you gasped, hips rocking against his hand.

He complied, slipping in another finger, pumping them slowly before picking up the pace. The lewd sound of your arousal filled the car, mixing with your soft moans and his rough growls.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me lose it,” he grunted, pulling his fingers free. The slick sheen coating them had his eyes flashing dangerously. He brought them to his mouth, tongue dragging over them as he hummed appreciatively. “Still taste so fuckin’ sweet.”

A whine escaped you, and Katsuki’s lips curled into a cocky grin. “Impatient little thing.”

Your hands found his belt, fumbling in your haste to unbuckle it. Katsuki’s lips found your jaw, trailing heated kisses down your throat as he reached to help, shoving his jeans and boxers down enough to free his length.

You bit your lip as you looked down. He was as intimidating as you remembered—thick and heavy, tip already flushed.

“See somethin’ you like?” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes, but your hands wrapped around him anyway, earning a low, guttural curse. He was hot and hard beneath your touch, and you stroked him slowly, relishing the way his eyes narrowed.

“Quit teasin’,” he growled.

“I thought you liked a challenge?” you taunted.

He shot you a glare that melted into hunger as you lined yourself up, pushing your panties aside and sinking down onto him. The stretch was intense, a burn that quickly melted into pleasure as you took him inch by inch.

Katsuki’s head fell back against the headrest, a strangled groan escaping him. His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging in as he fought for control.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted. “Tight as ever.”

You gasped as he thrust up, filling you to the hilt. The angle had sparks dancing behind your eyelids.

“Katsuki—!”

He smirked, teeth catching his bottom lip. “C’mon, move. You can take it.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You rocked your hips, setting a rhythm that quickly turned desperate. Katsuki met your movements with bruising thrusts, fingers digging into your hips to keep you steady.

“Always so damn good,” he praised, eyes locked on where your bodies met. “Fuckin’ perfect for me.”

Your head fell back, a broken moan spilling out as he angled just right, brushing against that sweet spot.

“There,” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “Right there—”

Katsuki’s smirk widened, pace turning relentless. “Yeah? Like that?”

“Yes—fuck—Katsuki!”

His grip tightened as he thrust harder, determined to unravel you. Heat coiled tighter, and your breath caught as the wave crashed over you—pleasure stealing your breath, leaving you trembling around him.

Katsuki cursed, hips stuttering before he buried himself deep, groaning your name as he followed you over the edge.

For a moment, you were both still, breaths mingling as you leaned against his chest, bodies sticky and tangled. Katsuki’s fingers brushed soothing circles along your spine.

“Missed you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You smiled against his skin. “Missed you too.”

He smirked. “We’re not done, y’know.”

You blinked. “What?”

The wicked grin spreading across his face sent a shiver down your spine. “Said I’d make it up to you, didn’t I?”

Heat pooled low in your belly again as he bucked his hips. “Hope you’re ready for a long night.”

You bit your lip, grinning. “Bring it on, Dynamight.”

when reading smut and y/n says “daddy”

happy birthday, katsuki bakugo.

a/n ll birthday boy bakugo x g/n reader. fluff and not proofread!

“dear katsuki,” the ink of your pen pooled and smudged. whatever. this was the millionth try of the day anyway. you busied yourself, trying to write a happy birthday letter to the katsuki bakugo. pro hero dynamite. no. 15 hero. oh, did i mention he’s your lover?

lover boy! katsuki bakugo who is absolutely whipped for you, and you can’t tell me otherwise. it wasn’t about the grand gestures, but the small acts of love. cliche and overused? yes, but it’s true! he can’t help but poke and prod at you. it’s all light-hearted fun. but when he definitely knows when he’s going too far. you two are inseparable, quite literally soulmates. and of course, today is his birthday. the media flooded his time, but he knew he had to devote it to the one he loves the most. you, his reason to keep going.

lover boy! katsuki bakugo thinking of his last year in ua when you mustered the courage to confess to him. on his birthday of all days! “what?” he’d say.

“i like you, i really do! and uhm, happy birthday!” you blushed furiously, giving him a handmade charm bracelet with a poorly sculpted, disfigured version of him in his hero costume. you also created a poorly made sculpture of yourself to match. katsuki thought about how you looked so beautiful and cute, even as a clay figure. he would be lying through his teeth if he didn’t admit your beet-red face made his heart skip a beat. actually, that would be an understatement. even now, years later, with your long-term relationship, he’s been so accustomed to it. but he knows he has to be more than the “all bark no bite” person people make of him. of course, he’s aware he doesn’t have to prove anything to you, knowing you love him dearly. but. he wants to be the best person he can be. how foolish. you were supposed to be the one giving him a gift, but here he was, trying to something for you on his birthday. damnit, the things he would do for you.

lover boy! katsuki bakugo putting on his hero gear every morning, tucking strands of your hair behind your ear as he kisses you lovingly. to you, it was something he did every morning. to katsuki, it meant life and death. he would walk out the door, out of your loving touch that made him jolt. with no chance of returning home. no chance of life. no chance of seeing his mom and dad again. no chance of seeing you. so everytime he would see your sparkling eyes and pouting lips, he knew he couldn’t resist you, not even for a moment. god, how pathetic. you didn’t know, but he often cried thinking of your relationship. his thoughts would consume him. if he were to die, he would leave you all alone. and he knew it was selfish, but the thought of you being happy with someone else didn’t make him happy. it should’ve, knowing you would die peacefully. but the thought of you with someone else made his heart bitter. not the possessive-jealous type of bitter, but the bitterness that would eat at him daily. and of course, it’s not like he doesn’t voice his opinions. he completely trusts you. he just knows the risks of being a hero and what that meant for your relationship. 

lover boy! katsuki bakugo reluctantly at a “special” event held just for him. he reluctantly forced himself to go, knowing it was best for his career. but no matter the circumstances, he thought of you. his loving partner, his soulmate. he had to make sure you knew how much he loved you. of all times, he thought of you in great detail. the way the setting sun would hit the gentle silhouette of your face, illuminating it perfectly during your time spent together in the living room. your home. the home you two shared. the house you two bought together, knowing you would raise your family in it (if you want to have children, of course.) 

lover boy! katsuki bakugo returning home to find crumpled paper invading the wooden floor. he would’ve fallen flat if you didn’t catch him in time, his weight leaning into you as he stabilized himself, gripping your shoulders. he embraced you carefully. “woah birthday boy, you seem a lil desperate for attention. is everything alright?” you say. “no. jus’ missin’ you. that’s all.” he dug himself into the crook of your neck, his spiky blonde hair felt relaxed under your touch. “so, wassup with all of this?” katsuki asked, his embrace only tightening as he gestured to the paper. “oh, well, i tried writing you a heartfelt letter,” at this the blonde scoffed. “a damn letter? y’know i alreay know how much you love me.” at this you giggled and playfully hit him. “i just wanted to make sure you knew!” katsuki frowned. “then i have something to show you,”  your confused gaze followed his, tracing where he was looking. he reached for something in his pocket. a ring. “don’t need a present. i already have mine,” katsuki bakugo said, slipping a beautifully crafted ring onto your finger, kissing it delicately. “stay with me will you? and we’ll have much more to celebrate than this.” 

“off limits, man. i mean it.”

that’s what eijiro had told him, more than once, and katsuki had scoffed every damn time. like hell he’d be interested in his best friend’s little sister.

except he was. and he hated it.

he wasn't supposed to feel like this.

like when you threw your arms around his neck in greeting, squeezing tight before bouncing away like it was nothing. katsuki barely reacted, just grunted under his breath, but his hands clenched at his sides for a full minute after.

or the way his eyes always found you in a crowd. didn’t matter where you were—across the room, halfway down the block—his gaze snapped to you first like it was wired into his damn brain.

and god, the clothes. you stole his hoodies as a habit growing up, draping yourself in them like they belonged to you. eijiro thought it was funny, called you a little thief. but katsuki just gritted his teeth, tried not to think about how fucking good you looked in his clothes, how warm it made his chest feel when you tugged the sleeves over your hands and smiled up at him.

he hated when you dated. he had no right to, but it didn’t stop his stomach from twisting whenever eijiro brought it up.

“y/n’s got a date tonight,” eijiro would say casually and katsuki would grunt, barely looking up from his phone.

“tch. poor bastard.”

he told himself he didn’t care. but then you’d come home late, and he’d be there secretly waiting.

“the bastard finally leave?”

you’d laugh, shaking your head. “nice to see you too, katsuki.”

he hated how easy you made it look, waltzing in like you hadn’t been on some dumb date with some dumb guy who wasn’t him.

off limits.

but then you’d trip over your own feet and katsuki would be there, catching you before you could hit the ground. his hands tight on your waist, your eyes wide, both of you too close, too warm.

his breath would hitch, his grip would linger, and eijiro’s voice would ring in his head—“don’t even think about it, man.”

but fuck, it was already too late.

part two

© 2025 shinig6mis | do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my work.

i am NOT done yapping about how in love husband! katsuki is with his dear wife.

you were curled up on the couch later that night, katsuki’s arm draped around your shoulders while you scrolled through twitter again. he was half-asleep, head tilted back against the cushions, soft breaths leaving his lips.

just as you were about to close the app, another tweet popped up on your feed— one that made you freeze.

original tweet: "yeah babe gimme a minute, js fighting crime rn"

underneath was a blurry, mid-action shot of katsuki during a recent mission. in one hand, his phone was visible, screen lit up, while his other hand was mid-explosion, sending a villain flying backward.

the kicker? he was grinning at his phone. not his usual battle-hungry, determined smirk. no, this was softer. goofy. a full-blown, lovesick idiot smile.

the kind of smile he only ever gave you.

"oh my god. katsuki," you whispered, shaking his arm. "wake up."

he groaned, cracking one eye open. "what now?"

you shoved the phone in his face. "explain."

he squinted at the screen, brow furrowing. his jaw immediately clenched when he recognized himself in the picture.

meanwhile, twitter had already decided:

- "hero of the year goes to dynamight for texting his wife while fighting crime."

- "bro’s out here fighting for his life and still prioritizing his girl. goals."

- "im jealous. getting a text back while he's FIGHTING VILLAINS IS CRAZYYY"

his mouth opened. closed. then he groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. "shit. didn't think they got that on camera."

"you didn’t think holding your phone in the middle of a fight would get caught on camera?"

"i was multitaskin'!" his ears were bright red.

"oh, for fuck's sake," you huffed, half-frustrated, half-melting into a puddle of affection. "is this why you said 'one sec babe, busy' that one time like you were busy with, oh, i don't know, paperwork instead of fighting a damn villain?"

"i had it under control," he grumbled, running a hand over his face. "was just checkin’ in on you."

"checking in?" you echoed, laughing. "you were literally detonating someone with your other hand!"

he groaned. "s’not my fault. needed to text my girl. s'not a crime."

your heart stuttered. "while fighting villains?"

"yeah, well...ya texted first."

you blinked. "so this is my fault?"

"yeah," he crossed his arms, cheeks turning pink. "maybe if ya didn’t make me smile like a fuckin’ idiot, i wouldn’t get caught slackin’. you seemed excited over something... figured you'd wanna talk."

your heart stopped for a second, warmth flooding through you.

"you’re such a dumbass," you said softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. you leaned up, wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling into him. "missed me that much, huh?"

he huffed but didn’t stop you, his arms tightened around you, his embarrassment giving way to quiet satisfaction. "yeah, yeah. always miss you."

and the next time you texted him during work, you made damn sure to add:

"don't text back. fight the damn villains first."

he didn’t listen, obviously.

"they can wait. they know my wife is important."

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

i love when ppl say “that’s so you” it feels good to know i exist and have a vibe

what lurks in the dark pt.1

sub!bakugou x soft dom!succubus!reader⋆｡°✩ — nsfw, titty fuck, reader is obsessed with suki, kinda dubcon, mommy kink, reader is curvy, she talks him through it hehe, 3.9k words

a/n: had to watch porn as a reference, i hath been scarred by “SiR lOok AT aLL tHAt CUM FoR Me.”

Once darkness envelops the world, you rise. It’s your time. Time to feed upon the lewd desires festering in the human world. And there’s one man who’s caught your attention.

In silence, you’ve been watching him. You’ve memorised his daily routine; the way he groans and scrunches his eyes when he wakes up in delirium, to the little ‘ahs’ he releases when pushing till failure in the gym, and the thud of his black duffel bag landing on the floor after a long day at work.

Such a delicious treat, you can’t help but lick your lips and purr every time he gets in the shower. The steam leaves far too much to your imagination as water pelts down his hard body.

Your fellow succubi call you odd for your fascination. I mean, your purpose is to get what you need and get out. There’s no time to linger, always moving on to the next victim. But, you feel so drawn to this one man. His lopsided grin is so charming, and his crimson eyes are the shade of your wings. And those veiny hands and forearms— You feel as though he’s meant for you. Meant to be ruined by you, that is.

It all started when you caught a glimpse of him on your travels all those months ago. Sweat-soaked to the bone, clad in his hero costume with blood smeared down the side of his face. What a sight, you had thought. You lurked in the shadows, edging closer and closer to him. Your eyes were trailing the taut pull of his muscles as he delivered blow after blow to the poor villain. You giggled, excited by the violence.

After the villain was taken away, the blond stalked off, shouting about how this sudden incident had interrupted his plans. Intrigued, you followed him home. Much to your surprise, there were no such plans after work. No, all he did was go home, clean himself up and grumble, eat leftover takeout, and go to bed.

Since then, you’ve been visiting him and over time, your abstinence has only heightened your obsession. Now, you are nearing the point of madness. So desperate for his seed, yet too nervous to take it.

You’re a succubus! A demon so seductive men can’t take their eyes off you. They obey your every command, pliant to your desires. Why would this time be any different? Did you want it to be?

You resolve that tonight will be the night you’ll finally have your fill. With a sweet chuckle, you hide in his wardrobe just in time for when the bedroom door clanks open. In walks a muttering Katsuki (as you’ve learnt, that’s his name), his brows are furrowed and his eyes narrow as he strips off his black tank.

You hum quietly in delight, the blond oblivious to your presence. He throws his top on the floor before unbuckling his belt (your favourite sound) and shimmying out of his jeans. He groans as he kicks his clothes into a crumpled pile in the corner.

You suck in a sharp breath, eyes glued to his rolling contours of muscle and exposed skin. His slight tan, those scars and veins all for your enjoyment. Your heart rate picks up and tingles disperse throughout your body as your mind conjures the most unholy images of your shared night to come.

He hastily turns off the bedroom light and flops into bed, grumbling something about hero rankings. You wait until he’s settled beneath the blankets, drifting in a dreamless consciousness, to make your move.

You creep out of the wardrobe and tiptoe to his huge window. Moonlight pours into the room, illuminating a half-asleep Katsuki. The blue glow settles on his face, making him look ethereal, even with that small crease in his brow.

Bobbing down, you rustle the curtains. He stirs instantly, causing a smirk to rise to your lips. You knew he was a light sleeper due to his line of work. Always ready for a threat, he sits up, scrunching then rubbing his ruby eyes. They look iridescent in the low lighting. You brush your hand through the curtains again, drawing his shrewd gaze.

He blinks wearily, trying to discern whether something was there or if he was really losing it. You’re lost to the dark crevices between his bed and side table. He stares at the window for a moment before grunting and crashing back down, throwing the blankets over him.

You crawl to the edge of his bed, grinning from ear to ear. Your eyes feast upon his figure, making out all of his limbs. You lean down and pinch his toes with precision. He shouts and sits up, his pretty eyes wide as he stares at you in shock. A winged creature, beautiful, dangerous, and in the skimpiest little clothes.

You giggle, enjoying his gaze. He shakes his head and stares at you, questioning if this is all a dream. You grab his ankles and tug at them, dragging him partway down the bed.

He shrieks, “WHAT THE FUCK?!” The blond claws at his sheets as you release him. He quickly moves into a low crouch with his hands outstretched. The pale light catches the beads of sweat dotting his palms. You smirk.

He shouts, “WHAT’S GOING ON?! HOW’D YOU GET IN HERE?!” You place your pointer finger on your lips, shushing him. He glares at you as you sway your hips, slowly walking to his side of the bed.

“DON’T COME NEAR ME, FREAK!” He shuffles back, afraid of what you might do if you come too close. You giggle as you place your knee on the mattress, sitting down so the slit of your skirt shows off your thigh’s tender flesh.

You pout, “Freak?” Cocking your brow, you say smugly, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” You lean forward, both hands pressing into the blankets as you approach him.

“I’LL PUT YOU ON YOUR ASS!” He yells at you, small sparks flaring from his palms. With lightning speed, you launch at him. Your soft body slams into his hard one, pushing him down onto the bed. He shouts in fright at the force; you pin his wrists by the sides of his head. You hum playfully, revelling in the sight of his eyes blown wide and jaw slack.

You coo, “What’s wrong, Katsuki?” His chest heaves, a contrast to your steady breathing. He groans as his gaze accidentally drops to your full chest. Fuck. Why did you have to look so delectable?

You lick your lips, ready to devour him whole. You lean down, pressing your chest against his while your lips ghost his ear. You nibble on his ear lobe, earning a choked-up sound from him.

He grumbles, “The fuck you think you’re doin’?” He knows he could probably throw you off. I mean, he is a foot taller than you and a literal wall of muscle. But he’s paralysed. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t move. Not a single inch without your command.

You whisper teasingly, “Aren’t you gonna put me on my ass?” He tenses up as you let go of his wrists, your hands stroking down his forearms. You squeeze them, groaning in his ear, “These drive me insane.” Your grip then shifts to his biceps. “And these,” you exhale hungrily.

He gulps as your hands slide to his bare pecs, your fingers circling his hard nipples. You suck on the sensitive spot beneath his ear, eliciting a groan as you pinch his nipples. You pull back with a sloppy sound and admire the fresh red mark you’ve left on his skin.

Your eyes find his as your hands slide up and wrap around his neck. You feel his Adam’s apple bob beneath your stroking thumbs. Giggling, you apply the lightest pressure and observe as Katsuki’s breath stammers.

He mutters, “Whaddya doin’ now, woman?”

You click your tongue at him, tutting low, “Don’t use that tone with me, baby.” He rolls his eyes at you. Fuckin brat. You grab his chin harshly with one hand, your long, cherry-red nails pressing into his cheeks. You tilt his head back, his lips parting just how you want them to.

Keeping a firm grip on his throat, you lean forward and brush your lips against his. You state against them, “You should know better than to sass me, Katsuki. I am a demon after all.”

Hearing your words, he lets out the quietest little whimper; music to your ears. You smirk against his full lips, “That’s it, honey. Now open up for me.” He’s obedient, letting you tip his head back and part his lips just as you requested.

Katsuki swears his heart misses a beat as you spit in his mouth. He stares at you, eyes dark as the clouds shadow the moon, unmoving. Your saliva spreads like wildfire across his tongue, so sweet. And as you push his mouth closed, he has no choice but to swallow it.

You praise him, “Look at you, being such a good boy for me, huh?” He opens his mouth to speak, but no words escape. Because there are no words.

He’s never been treated like this before. Never had a woman take control like this. His mind is racing just like his heartbeat, an anomaly in the quiet calm of the night. You chuckle before pressing your lips to his, kissing him tenderly. Your lips are even sweeter, unlike anyone he’s ever tasted before. Your kiss provides him with much-needed clarity, while your wandering hands have blood rushing to his neck and ears… and other places, too.

He yearns to touch you, yet a phantom still pins his hands next to his head. He tries to move them, but he can’t. Frustrated, he gently nibbles your lip, causing you to pull back in surprise. Your lips are slightly swollen, and your gaze is soft, twinkling in the renewed moonlight. You look so sumptuous in these small strips of fabric that dare to be called clothes.

You coo, “What is it, Katsuki?” You thumb the crease in his brow as you lean back down, your lips caressing his. “What’s got you all worked up?” You say far too innocently.

He huffs, “You do.” And now it’s your turn to roll your eyes.

You exhale, “Well, obviously.” Your gaze flickers to his lips for a moment before you continue, “It’s something else, though, isn’t it?” You kiss him once more, hoping that’ll soothe his nerves. But it seems to have the opposite effect. He grumbles into your mouth, “Fuckin’ pervert. Comin’ into my room, pinnin’ me down like this—”

You chomp on his bottom lip, making him yelp. He curses, “Like a fuckin’ piranha you are!” You chuckle, sitting back on his hips. Your mouth makes the cutest ‘O’ shape as you feel his bulge poking into your ass. You rock slightly on it, and Katsuki groans in response.

Your hands splay on his strong chest as you slowly grind your core against his hard-on through his trunks. You moan as his clothed tip brushes against your bare clit. You remark, “Already leaking for me, huh?”

He grunts, “Shut up.” You can see his flush and the red tips of his ears. It looks good on him. Really good.

You smirk, “You like that, baby?” You press down harder on him, earning you a delicious moan.

He chokes out, “G-get fucked!” Bakugou Katsuki, stuttering? In the past six months you’ve been watching him, he’s never stuttered. Not once. Not as he stubbed his toe. Not as he stitched his own wounds together because he’s stubborn shit who refuses to go to the hospital. Not even as his ultimate rival (and now “friend”), Deku, announced that he would be getting married before Katsuki could find a fucking girlfriend.

You giggle as you lean forward, seductively dragging your lower lip up his chest till you kiss his jaw. All the while still grinding on him. You purr in his ear, “Believe me, I’m trying to,” as you press your soaking entrance against the growing wet patch on his underwear. A groan is torn from his chest. It’s so yummy, you savor it.

As you lift your chest from his, you catch his wild eyes. They’re frantic, and his pupils are nice and big. You chuckle, the sound ringing in his ears.

He utters, “C-can I touch you?” You stop moving, half on his body, your clit against his heavy balls. You tilt your head to the side, watching the sea of emotions churning in his eyes.

You coo, “What was that?” You angle your ear toward him as he clears his throat. He hesitates, disdain filling him up at the thought of repeating himself. Of making such a desperate request.

He mumbles, “Can I touch you? Please.” He adds that last part as an afterthought. You hum as you lower your chest back to his, your noses brushing.

You stare at him dead on as you say cockily, “Do you think you deserve it?” He’s gagged by your words. Every muscle in his jaw has ceased to work as he tries to comprehend your words.

Eventually, he stutters, “D-do I? Of course I do I-I…” You slightly suck in your cheeks and pout your lips, thoroughly unimpressed by his answer.

You say bluntly, “That’s not good enough.” You cross the empty space between your lips, whispering against his, “Beg for it.” As you pull away, you can’t help the smirk curling on your lips from his doe eyes looking up at you; those soft kissable lips parted and so damn tempting.

You chuckle as you thumb his bottom lip, “Come on, honey. You do wanna touch me, don’t you?” He licks his lips, the tip of his pink tongue brushing your finger. You lean back down, grazing your noses softly as he takes a shaky breath in and inhales your sugary, velvety musk.

He closes his eyes as he exhales, “Please, let me—”

“Like you mean it, Katsuki,” you cut him off.

He grumbles, “I do mean it, fuckin’ hell!” Neither of you speaks for a few seconds. The only sounds permeating the silence are the distant honks of cars and the shaking of train tracks. He whines, “Please just-just let me feel you.”

You shrug, “Keep going.” He tries to avert his gaze from yours but he doesn’t have many options (your tits are the most appealing one).

He sighs heatedly, “It’s driving me fuckin’ insane not bein’ able to touch you. So please fuck, just let me.”

You like how pathetic looks on him. Giggling, you cup his cheeks and give him a chaste kiss.

“Maybe next time, Suki,” you chirp. “Can I call you that? Suki?” You tease him.

He grumbles, “Whatever,” as he watches you with lidded eyes pepper his jaw and neck with kisses. You work your way down to his pecs.

He moans shamefully as you take one of his nipples into your mouth and suck on the little peak. Your mouth is so hot, a welcome contrast to the cool night air. He wishes he could thread his hands through your hair, maybe tug on it— especially tug on it as you nibble on his nipple, causing him to cry out. You can’t help but feel cocky, his sounds spurring you on.

You latch onto his other nipple now, sucking it much harsher, which makes him curse beneath his breath. Your fingers play with the hard peak you can’t pleasure with your mouth, pinching and twisting, much to Katsuki’s (denied) delight.

Once you’re satisfied, you lick a strip up from the waistband of his trunks to his sternum. The blond can’t take his eyes off yours. You look so pretty like this, staring up at him all smiley. He notices just how long your tongue is, how it narrows with its length. He feels this overwhelming urge to kiss you. To have your tongue lapping at his own. To suck on it.

Your hands grip his ribcage and squeeze gently, more so to feel his bones than anything else. His heart rate picks up once more as you kiss each rung before easing down his abs to his underwear. Your fingers slide past the waistband and wrap around it before you yank them down with both hands. His cock spills out, hard and thick, with precum spewing down his length.

You chuckle, “Look at you, baby. So needy.” Katsuki frowns at your words, but the expression quickly fades as you wrap your hands around his cock and start firmly jerking him off. You spit on his tip, priding yourself in how your saliva drips down your fingers and mixes with fresh precum. You listen to his breaths grow more shallow and watch as his cock grows even harder in your grip.

You lower yourself down, face close to his length as you stroke it. After a few more jerks, you finally suck on his tip. His taste explodes all over your tongue like popping candy. That flavour. You moan, unable to hide how fucking good he tastes. You’ve been starving yourself for far too long, anxiously awaiting the moment you would have him in your mouth. And now that he is, you’re ravenous.

Slick oozes from your hole as you take more of his length into your mouth. Your eyes gaze up at him as you bob your head, your hands still working his shaft.

Katsuki starts to think he might be in love. Maybe the pleasure is getting to his head (it is), but you’re a sight for sore eyes. He’s drunk on the hollow of your cheeks, on your captivating eyes staring up at him, and on how magical your mouth feels. He swears he’s ascended to heaven from how pleasurable your mouth feels wrapped around his cock. He grunts as you deepthroat him, praying to the Lord for one chance. For one fucking chance to buck his hips and fuck your face.

He’s losing it, his eyes fluttering closed as you gag on him. He whimpers from that, the sound triggering even more arousal to slide down your inner thighs. You pull off his cock, just stroking it as you catch your breath.

You giggle, “Do you fuck mommy’s titties, Suki? I see you staring at them.”

He groans, “Ngh-no, no I don’t, mommy.”

You raise your brow at him, a teasing “Oh?” falling from your lips. “Is that right?” You tease. He nods frantically as if the last thing he wants you to do is titty fuck him. But you know better.

Sitting back on your haunches, you smooth your hair back and pull your little bralette to the side. Your breasts fall out and bounce together, making Katsuki spill even more pre-cum.

He grunts, “Fuck please, please don’t!”

“Why not?” You say sweetly, climbing off the bed to kneel on the floor. You grab his ankles once more and pull him toward you, making him cry out. You grab his cock and stroke it a couple more times before squishing your tits together around it. The softness of your breasts unleashes an unholy growl from his lips.

He grunts, “For fuck’s sake, I told you not to!”

With a creased brow, you retort, “Speak to me like that again and I’ll edge you until you’re crying, is that clear?”

The blond goes to grumble about how you can’t tell him what to do when suddenly, you glide your tits up his length. He hisses, silenced as you slide your chest down and then back up. The movement has Katsuki’s head tipping back, his lips parted as soft groans fall past them. Your soft skin, now wet from his cock, feels unreal. He can’t hold in his little cries for much longer.

You pant, “Look at me.” His body responds before he can, cock twitching and head snapping back to look down at you.

So perfect. You look so fucking perfect like this. On your knees with his cock between your tits.

You squeeze your breasts tighter around his length and start bouncing faster, making him whine uncontrollably. Never in his life did Katsuki think a woman would turn him into a mewling mess, but here you are, doing exactly that. And as frustrating as this whole situation is, he wouldn’t have it any other way. At least, not for tonight.

He can feel himself nearing his end, his cock twitching more and more violently as the seconds pass. You’re aware of just how close he’s getting. A grin is plastered across your face as he whimpers loudly, “Fuck mommy! Fuck ‘m gonna cum.”

You purr as you press your breasts even harder into his length, “Then cum f’me, baby. All over my tits.” That’s all it takes. His cum spurts all over your chest, the hot ropes searing into your skin as he groans loud.

Katsuki’s lying on clouds, watching the birds whirl past him with a drink in hand. Bliss. Pure blinding bliss as he rides out his orgasm. But his pleasure soon turns to stinging pain as you show no intention of stopping.

He whimpers, “Please-fuck, please, mommy, I’m done.”

“Be a good boy for mommy and take it, yea?” You coo, your tits still squeezing his length up and down, milking every last drop from him. He can feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from how overstimulated his cock is right now. He tries to tough it out and suck them back in like a man. But his body betrays him again as a few tears slip down his cheeks.

The soft lighting catches on those small streams, and you stop moving once you see them. Pulling back, you admire his work. You don’t try to wipe his cum off as you fix your bralette. You let it rest there, wearing his seed like a badge of honour.

Slowly, you stand up. You’re eye-to-eye, watching each other intently as the tension between you crackles and flares. What’s next? You wonder. You raise one of your hands to your mouth and make a show of licking his cum off your fingers. You see stars behind your eyelids as you taste it. A guttural moan tears up your throat. This is what you’ve been living for. What you’ve been craving for centuries. No one has ever tasted as good as he does.

Fuck.

Your slick has dripped down to your knees and your clit pulses with need. But you can’t fulfil those desires. Not tonight. Because for a split second there, you wanted to climb into his lap and brush his tears away and then shed some of your own. You wanted to cling to him as you tell him you’ve never felt this way about anyone else before.

But that’s not what succubi do.

In the blink of an eye, you’re gone. Katsuki stretches his hands out to where you were standing, confused and sombre. He calls for you, but he doesn’t even know your name. His voice is strangled as he yells into the darkness, ordering you to come back. Pleading for you to come back.

For the rest of the night, Katsuki questions whether that was real or not. But when he wakes up the next morning with the darkest, ugliest hickey he’s ever had, he knows that he’s been visited by a demon.

Saw this skull shirt and you know I had to draw him in it

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