Kiss Me Slowly — Pt. 2

mdni. college au. first installment of boyfriend!bakugou “a like-like”

“So,” You breathe. “Does this mean you like me?”

The difference in temperature is stark as he lifts himself off of you.

You’re still pretty when you’re sweaty, you’ve always been. When you’re heaving out strained breaths across the field, when the afternoon sun shines on your exposed shoulders.

- When you’re underneath him.

The only difference now is that those purple colored blemishes on your skin aren’t from his fingers or his explosions. And the taste of you is still sweet on his tongue. - He looks down at you and you’re everything he could’ve imagined, sprawled out like a painting; all his.

Katsuki makes an incredulous face from where he’s slotted between your legs. “W-What…? Do you not see what we’re doing right now?”

“Yeah but,” You pout. His balls ache. “What if this is just some friends with benefits situation and this is like some one off thing?”

“Do you want this to be some one off thing?”

You shake your head. “No...”

He’s angling his hips back when you speak up again, but the way you’re starting to clench down on him nearly makes him lightheaded. “Do you like-like me?”

You and Mina have been hanging out too much. Oh god, he’s gonna go soft if he keeps thinking like that.

“____- Angel,” He huffs. “I like you so much that it fuckin’ hurts sometimes. You think I’d be this deep in yer guts if I didn’t?”

He shudders when you tighten up. “Ask me to be your girlfriend.”

“I think that fuckin’ goes without saying.”

Your fingers are feather light when you reach for him. Silk, cotton, and every other fucking soft thing he can think of when you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in. He fits into you like a key, fills in all your empty spaces and molds himself to you like it was the only thing he was made for. He wants to close his eyes and stay this way forever, melt into you and cover you like a veil. - And when you starts to speak, airy and breathless, nuzzling into him like you feels the same; he sure there isn’t a feeling around that’s any better than this.

Until your words register to him. “I wanna hear you say it, Katsuki. Wanna hear it in your voice like I’ve always wanted.”

He’s in heaven.

You shiver as he skims his nose down the curve of your neck, following the trail up with slow tempered kisses.

He’s sin as he hums against your skin. “Let me be your boyfriend and I’ll fuck you till you cry.”

can someone please find me the fic of you bad mouthing yourself and bakugou goes over each part of your body and why he loves it and then makes you feel good when he gets to the more intimate parts?? please please pleaaaasee

idk if this is an imagine or a headcanon

imagine being the one to show bakugou his new favorite movie.

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he’s def never been a disney guy, but by god when you showed him lady and the tramp for the first time, he was in love

it was your turn to pick the movie and you will not! let bakugou katsuki your beloved yet sometimes annoying boyfriend take that away from you

so when you got all snuggled up in bed with him, so cozy in his arms, you had the urge to watch a movie you haven’t seen in so long. lady and the tramp

at first he does fight you on it until you beeggggg him to hear the plot before he gets his panties in a twist

“a movie. about dogs. falling in love?” he’ll say. “oh but suki, it’s so cute! you just gotta give it a try i know you’ll like it! pleaaaaase suki!” and how could he say no to your adorable puppy dog eyes. “tch fine. stop looking at me like that, you already won me over, dumbass.” to which you proceed to tackle him in a hug with slurred ‘thank yous!’

he interacts with the movie as he should, gets upset when poor little lady is upset outside or when the tramp cons the zoo worker and he thinks it’s so adorable when she calls them ‘jim dear’ and ‘darling’ because that’s what she hears.

but his favorite part, is the infamous spaghetti scene. he’ll subconsciously pull you closer as he leans further towards the screen, fully engrossed in what’s happening.

he truely didn’t believe you when you said that he would like the movie. why would big strong him like this lovey dovey mushy stuff. but boy oh boy is it the cutest most, heart clenching thing he’s ever seen.

ever since he first watched it with you, he will more often than not pick that as his movie on movie nights.

and you just didn’t fight it, because even though it got repetitive for you, you loved to see his eyes light up at the cute display.

he subconsciously has a small smile on his face as he watches the film.

if you fall asleep in middle of the movie he won’t even notice. he’ll still hold you close but he is so invested in the movie (even though he knows exactly what’s going to happen) that he just can’t tear his eyes away

or if you interrupt the movie by saying something he will get kinda offended, not enough to be mad at you but he just wants to watch his favorite movie you know.

all in all we know he’s a sucker for romance and what’s cuter than puppy love? (not to mention it reminds him of the two of you. lady and the tramp.)

my new most favoritest iwa fic 💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼

FIRST & ONLY | IWAIZUMI HAJIME x FEM READER

CONTENT WARNINGS: virgin!reader, virginity loss, slight corruption kink, soft!dom hajime, oral~ f; receiving, fingering, size kink, praise kink, insecure!reader, nipple pinching and sucking, shy!reader, pwp, daddy kink, cumming on tummy and tits, fluffy ending

WORD COUNT: 2660

ADDITIONAL NOTES: not proofread💔 pls leave feedback

‘you sure you wanna do this?’, hajime asked, pulling away from your lips.

you were straddling his lap, needy and breathless as you nodded eagerly, giving an experimental grind down onto his cock to assure him.

he hisses deep in his throat at the action, squeezing your hips to steady you.

‘just wanted to make sure’, he rasps out, toying with the loose fabric at the bottom of your loose tank top.

you bite you bottom lip, smiling nervously as you guide your hands over his, giving him the ok to undress your upper half.

he regains his initiative, remembering that he was the one leading you here.

he tapped your thigh, a signal for you to get up. he laid you down on the bed, splaying your hair out beneath you as he kneeled above you.

‘up’, he mutters, grabbing the hem of your top and lifting it up and over your arms. his breath hitches as your tits came into view, immediately cupping one in his large hand.

you nipple perks up under the cool air as hajime thumbs at it, listening intently to your small noises.

he cooed at how bashful you looked, clad in only your pajama shorts. your head was turned to the side, cheeks flushed as he held your tits. your eyelashes were fluttering shut each time he prodded at your sensitive nipples.

he had half the mind the life, but the other half got the best of him as he lowered his mouth down to your nipple, giving it a kitten lick to test the waters.

you breath out shakily at the motion, your inexperienced body arching up at the touch.

he wraps his lips around the hardened bud, lapping his tongue against it. his hand comes up to squeeze the other between his thumb and forefinger.

your whimpers only egg him on to suck harder, teeth grazing against your areola every few seconds.

one of your hands splayed out against your neck, the other combing through the back of his head as he switched to coat your other nipples with his saliva and teeth marks.

‘hajime..’, you sighed out in pleasure, rubbing your thighs together as the aching between your thighs grew by the second.

he hums into your skin, trailing sloppy kisses down your rib cage and tummy, stopping below your navel where your shorts blocked him.

he lays his hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing reassuring circles into the sides of your tummy.

'this ok?', he asks, sinking down to his knees and grinding his erect cock against the front of your bed.

you tilt your head forward, nodding down at him with lidded eyes as you continue to grind your thighs against each other in an attempt to relieve the constant throbbing at your sex.

he kept his eyes on your tentatively as you pulls your flimsy shorts down your thighs, knees, calves, then around your ankles, placing them on the floor.

your intimate parts were clad with pale pink panties, making you look all the more innocent.

‘so fucking pretty’, hajime muttered, mostly to himself. his warm hands found themselves on the top of your thighs, massaging the fat of them gently.

he wet his lips with his tongue, cursing under his breath when he noticed the small wet patch forming at the front of your panties.

‘hajime’, you whined out, embarrassed at how deeply he was looking at you.

he shushes you, spreading your thighs apart to see more of your sticky wetness absorb the cheap cotton of your panties.

you tilt you head back up, staring at the roof as your mind raced a million miles a minute. what if you smelt bad? what if you were too tight? what if he didn’t like it? what if you couldn’t make him cum?

you failed to notice amongst your racing mind that iwaizumi’s eyes had flickered up to your face, watching as your brows subconsciously knitted together in worry.

he tapped your thigh, bringing you out of your trance of worries.

‘can i eat you out?’

five words which had your stomach bouncing from nervousness and excitement. your hips jolted up at his words, much to your dismay, as you rasped out a quiet ‘please’.

he chuckled softly, quickly looping his fingers under the waistband of your panties, slipping them down with the help of you lifting your hips up. they dangled around one of your ankles.

he looped his strong arms under your thighs, hooking them apart so there was no chance you could try and hide from him. your legs spread, and for the first time in your life, you were showing someone your pussy.

‘fuck’, iwaizumi groaned at the sight of your glistening folds. you were clenching around nothing, and he swore he could see your clit throbbing. there was sticky wetness plastered all over your inner thighs, and without thinking he went to lick it up.

your breath hitched, feeling him lick up the juncture between your inner thigh and cunt. his tongue was so close to where you needed it, yet so far.

you took in a shaky breath, bringing your hands down to grip his hair like you’d seen in the few porn videos you’d watched.

you tugged up gently, directing his tongue to your twinging sex where he eagerly started to lap your juices up.

your fingers fell from their grip in his hair, sighing out in pleasure as all your body parts relaxed like you had never felt before.

‘aaah, hajime’, you hiccuped out as he suckled your clit into his mouth. the pleasure was like nothing you had ever felt before, mouth wide open as wanton moans fell from your lips.

your back was writhing up and down, trying to find the angle where hajime’s mouth felt best. his thumbs pulled your pussylips apart so he was able to tongue fuck you, reaching places you could never with just your fingers.

hajime’s tastebuds were on fire as his tongue flopped around like a dying fish, his want for you was insatiable, he was insatiable.

the lewd squelches and slurps were almost as loud as your moans, but he wanted to make them even louder.

he pulled his tongue out of your hole, watching in a pussydrunk haze with lidded eyes as it fluttered in want.

‘nghh, daddy please’, you whimpered out, albeit the second word was more of a whisper.

if it was possible, hajime felt like the luckiest man in the world. he was the first one to make you feel like this. first and only, that’s for sure. there was no way anyone else was ever going to see you like this.

‘daddy’s got you sweetheart, you taste like heaven’, he admits aloud, teasing your clit by nosing at it.

‘to-touch me’, you begged, hips wiggling around in discomfort and neediness.

he listens to you, flicking his tongue out and against your clit at a slow pace, letting you enjoy the pleasure and relaxation at first.

one of his hands stretches your pussy to the side, the other resting just below it as he slips his middle finger in, wiggling it around to find your spongy spot.

he finds it in record time, knowing he has by the stutter in your moans, just before they became a notch louder.

he continues his menstruations on your clit, squeezing in his ring finger beside his middle one.

you hiss at the slight sting, quickly replaced by a moan and hajime starts to flick his tongue faster against your clit, stimulating you generously.

your hands curl up into fists as you feel the intimate pool of heat in your stomach grow, and you know you're only a minute or so away from cumming.

'you close?', hajime mutters, hot breath hitting your clit. you hum needily in response, lifting your hips up to signal him to continue.

he lays his tongue back down against your clit and begins to use the tip of it to flick up and down your clit at an alarmingly fast pace.

'oh!', you moan out, bringing your hands to your nipples to stimulate yourself even more. you pinch them between your thumb and pointer finger, and you swear you have tears in your eyes from the amount of pleasure on your body.

'gonna cum!', you shriek out helplessly, back snapping back in an arch as hajime curls his fingers into your sweet spot and grazes your clit with his teeth. your hips thrash against the bed as you chase your orgasm, and he continues to press down on that one spot inside of you.

you let out a big, shaky exhale as your hips flop back down. your legs feel like jelly and you're sure almost every inch of your skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat.

a small groan of discomfort leaves your lips as he pulls his fingers out, and you feel him lie down next to you. your eyes flutter open, looking at him for the first time in what feels like forever.

his lips are wet and shiny and covered with your fluids and juices. his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink and his eyes are clouded over with lust. his dark green eyes are locked onto yours, and you can't look away when he slips the same two fingers that were inside you moments ago, into his mouth.

he makes a show of letting his mouth squelch, licking up every last drop of your essence before pulling them out of his mouth, using them to tilt your chin up.

'you still want me to fuck you?', he asks with such bluntness that you forget why you were here in the first place.

you nod, eyes wide with want. he tuts, bringing his mouth down to your neck, just below your ear.

‘gotta hear you say it baby’, he whispers huskily into your ear, climbing back over you.

you bring your hand to the back of his neck, cupping it gently as you bring your mouth to his ear.

‘please, fuck me hajime’, you beg into his ear shyly.

he doesn’t respond, rather sits up as he pulls the grey tank top over his head, revealing his toned and muscled abdomen to you.

you gulp at the sight, your top teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he makes work of his briefs too.

you can’t help the small gasp that leaves your lips when you see how hard he is.

his cock slaps against his stomach, and it’s harder than you’ve ever seen it before (not that you’ve seen it too many times).

the tip is an angry red, leaking with pre cum as he pumps the base, spreading your legs apart.

your breath starts to labour as your knees fall apart, hands folding together and resting on your upper stomach.

he guides his cock to your pussy, tapping the head of it against your clit.

‘gonna put it in now, ok?’, he says, shifting his weight onto his left arm as his right hand cups your cheek and strokes it with his thumb.

you nod, muttering out a meek ‘ok’, as you gulp in anticipation and fear.

he grabs the root of his cock, taking in a deep breath as he starts to push the head of his cock inside of you.

it pops in easily, no doubt due to the work of his mouth and tongue earlier. you’re clenching around him hard, pupils dilated as you take the time to admire his handsome face.

you bring one of your hands to his shoulder, gripping it tightly as he pushes more of himself inside of you. he’s biting on his tongue to retrain himself from shoving the rest of himself in.

‘so tight’, he groans, pushing another few inches in. half of his cock was inside you now, and your legs were trembling as you tried your best to keep them open wide.

‘hajime’, you moaned quietly, lifting your hips up. you wanted him, all of him inside of you now.

‘put the rest in’, you pleaded, eyes wide and lips in a small pout. his eyes meet yours, jaw clenched.

‘you sure?’, he asked, letting the last bit of self restraint he had go.

you nod eagerly, lashes fluttering bashfully as he sheathes the rest of his cock inside of you, balls slapping against your asscheeks.

‘shit’, he moans, bringing his head to rest in the junction between your neck and collarbone.

your mouth is wide open, eyes squeezed shut as the sound of your angelic moans and whimpers filled the room.

you’d never felt so fucking full before. the tip of his cock was pressing in just the right spot which had you writhing and pathetically thrashing your pelvis upwards against his own.

‘move, please’, you whisper out brokenly, you’re not even sure if he could hear you.

he does, and lifts his head up, placing a quick sloppy kiss on both of your cheeks. he grips your waist, pulling his cock out of you slowly, before slamming back in, letting himself chase his pleasure.

you whine out lowly at the sensation, gripping his shoulders harshly. the sensation only eggs him on to fuck you harder, and he does.

his dick is covered in a translucent liquid, making it even easier for him to slip himself in and out of you.

each time he jabs his cock back in, his cockhead presses against a spot deep inside of you which has your clit twitching and vocal chords vibrating as you beg for more.

you’re crying out chants of his name over and over as your eyeballs roll to the back of your head in pleasure.

one of his hands snakes down to rub at your clit, and you’re creaming around his cock without even realising.

your pussy is wrapped around him like superglue, sucking him in as he uses every fibre of his body to keep fucking you through your orgasm and not cumming inside of you.

you’re basically a ragdoll as he keeps hitting that one spot inside of you, letting you ride out your orgasm as long as you can.

there’s tears falling from your lash line as you let out one last shaky moan, before your body falls limp, concluding possibly the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had, and will have.

he slowly pulls his cock out, using your cum as lube as he quickly starts to pump himself at the same pace he was fucking you mere seconds ago.

it doesn’t take long for him to spray his cum all over your stomach, some reaching your underboob. his eyes are locked on your lewd expression, eyes misty with tears and relief.

he throws his head back and let’s put a small groan as the rest of his seed splatters all over your tits, making your nipples perk up.

his now soft cock hangs down as he sits on the edge of the bed for a few moments, catching his breath.

stepping up, he walks over to your closet to grab you one of his old t shirts and briefs which he quickly dressed himself with.

he grabs a towel and washcloth from his nightstand, crawling over next to you.

‘was i good?’, you ask, grabbing the towel to clean your tummy and boobs with.

he wipes the sweat from your forehead with the washcloth, smirking down at you.

‘you were perfect baby. so good for me’, he praises you, watching how you blush and keen underneath him.

he grabs another old t shirt, this time for you to wear as he dresses you, much to your dismay.

‘i can dress myself, hajime’, you pout as your head pops up through the neck hole of the shirt.

‘just rest, my sweet’, he says, tucking you in and chucking the towels into the laundry hamper next to the bed.

he strokes your forehead for a bit, admiring your relaxed expression until he’s almost sure you’re asleep.

‘i love you’, he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple before stepping up, tip toeing to the door so he could go start dinner.

‘hajime?’, you croak out, lifting an eyelid as he turns around in surprise, expecting you to be dozing off.

‘yeah?’

‘i’m glad you were my first’, you say, giving him a sleepy smile.

his tongue pokes into the corner of his cheek, filled his gratitude and wondering how we got so blessed with you.

‘me too baby. i’ll be your first and only.’

thank you for reading!! likes, reblogs, follows, and general feedback are all appreciated!💕

playing a combat video game on Katsuki’s lap, him teaching you every thing he can. Whispering in your ear which buttons to press and a raspy little “atta girl” when you win the match. 🦋🦋🦋

Only You Could

Request: I'd like something about bakugou having a crush (neutral pronouns for reader)

I really hope you enjoy it!!

bakugou x gn!reader

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wc: 1k

He had so many things to focus on, he couldn’t spend time worrying about his frivolous crush. But how could he not when you’re just so perfect.

He hated you. Katsuki Bakugou was bound for greatness, not love. Romance just wasn’t in the cards for him. Well, that’s what he tells himself at least. He’s a grown man for god's sake, he shouldn’t have all eyes on you. He’s got a goal to focus on!

But boy is it hard to focus when you’re there. The way your soft voice rings through the conference room, the way you lock eyes with him when he speaks, giving him your undivided attention. God, he feels like he can't breathe when you look up at him like that. It wouldn’t be so much of a problem if it didn’t interrupt his work, but on days like today he just wanted to curl up and die.

There were about thirty heroes sitting around the long wooden tables, police officers and government officials standing all around. And even though he hated the media spotlight, the Firey man was the one selected to give the presentation.

“The fuck?! Why me, couldn’t you do it shitty Deku?” He says in his normal harsh tone.

“I-I’m sorry Kaachan, the board wants you to do it since, you um... uh never do them...” His voice getting softer and if Bakugou wasn’t right next to him it would have been inaudible.

Now here he is trying to get this over with as soon as possible going from slide to slide, effectively and efficiently talking about the task at hand. He’s made eye contact briefly with anyone in his line of sight because, even though he doesn’t do it often, the guy’s a great public speaker. But as he makes his rounds, you're the only one he avoids. The poor man doesn’t know if he’ll be able to continue if he looks your way.

But even knowing this, Bakugou gets so engrossed in the presentation he slips up and meets your gaze. Beautiful round eyes looking at him, showing that you’re listening. He stumbles over his words for a second, before stopping completely, just gazing at you softly. But you don’t let this go on for long, assuming he’s nervous. So, to reassure him to keep going, he’s doing great, you send him quite possibly the sweetest smile he’s ever seen in his entire life.

That’s it. He tapped out. He apologizes before swiftly making his way out of the room, seemingly telling everyone he was done, the meeting was done. The action went unnoticed by everyone except the blonde’s best friend. Kirishima jogs out of the room to catch up with him before he makes it too far.

He steps in the elevator just before it closes and the larger male grumbles incoherent words under his breath, his friend's presence completely going over his head. About a thirty seconds pass of the spikey red head waving his hand in front of Bakugou’s face before he finally gets through. “Hellloooo, earth to Katsuki!” He shakes his head seemingly trying to shake the thoughts away along with it.

“What was that about man?” Kirishima speaks in his normal enthusiastic tone as Bakugou glares.

“The fuck are you talking about?” He questions faking innocence. A smirk grows on the other male’s face at the embarrassment his friend must feel.

“Oh, you know, just leaving the room when we were only like three-quarters of the way done because you made eye contact with Y/N. Oh and that little smile they gave you, how cute! They’ve got the biggest crush on you ya know. But you’re not a relationship kinda guy so not like it would matter to you.” He states facing forwards but giving a little side eye to try and see the blonde’s reaction.

“How do you know that?” He growls, taking a step closer to the other male.

The elevator dings off at his floor and as he starts to walk off, he yells, “You can totally see it in the way they look at you. You know what they say bro! The eyes are the windows to the soul!” And just as his sentence finishes out, the doors close once more, only to leave Bakugou mortified. If Kirishima could see it in you, does that mean you saw it in him? What if he was just pulling his leg? What if you didn’t see him like that?

He makes it to his stop, letting the doors open fully before stepping out and making a beeline for his office. He’s a grown man. He tells himself for the nth time this week. His schoolgirl crush wasn’t going to go anywhere and the sooner he realized that the less disappointment there would be in the future.

His phone chiming breaks him out of his thoughts as he goes to see who is bugging him. But as he reads your name, he nearly drops his phone, scrambling out of excitement that you texted him. The lovesick boy tries so hard to contain his enthusiasm when he reads your text.

You: You did so good!!! Def not like those other meetings that drone on forever and ever, anyways I just wanted to tell you good job. :)

Boy the way his heart melted and was practically dripping onto the ground.

Katsuki: No big, I'm good at everything remember.

Cockiness is seeping through his tone even through the screen. Deciding that he’s had enough of this hopeless pining he makes his first big boy move ever.

“Come on, Katsuki. You got this, how hard can asking someone out be.” He whispers to himself.

Katsuki: How about since I did so good, I take you out for a celebratory dinner?

You: Isn't that more like a reward for me? Free food and a handsome date!

Katsuki: Trust me, if you only knew ;)

You giggle at your phone, looking like a crazy person kicking your feet at your desk, squealing in excitement.

Bakugou Katsuki hated you. But only because you make him feel something he thought he never could.

Kiss Me Slowly

bakugou x shy!fem!reader

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wc: 2k

pt. 1/3, pt.2

cw: cursing, fluff, angst if you squint, all characters are aged up

You and bakugou have only been dating for two months and as soon as he told his parents he had a girlfriend they flipped. So in order to get aquatinted with them the happy couple gets invited to a weekend getaway in the mountains.

Katsuki bakugou is not an affectionate person in the least bit. That is until you came. A cute girl he suppressed his emotions for until it was eating him alive.

The first time everyone met you it was pure shock. The fact that katsuki had managed to get a little cutie like you before any of the guys had kaminari crying into kirishima’s shoulder. You giggled at this and looked over to your wonderful boyfriend who was already starring at you. He puts his hand on your head softly playing with your hair before he proceeds to yell at kaminari to “shut his trap”. You were absolutely perfect for him and him, you.

There was one thing however that bothered you. In the time that you had been dating, which granted, wasn’t a lot only two months or so, he still hasn’t told his parents about you. You couldn’t seem to pinpoint why. Was he embarrassed of you? Did he think you guys wouldn’t last long?

“C’mon y/n princess don’t get so upset about this,”katsuki says following you like a lost puppy through your apartment.

“I just don’t understand why suki, are you embarrassed of me or something,?” you retort.

Hearing the wobble in your voice he inches closer realizing this is much more sensitive than he had thought. It wasn’t like katsuki hadn’t met your parents either. The four of you have had a couple of outings together and they have even go so far as to tell you how fond of the blonde they are. So what was wrong with you?

“W-what?! No! My parents are just a lot that’s all. Especially the old hag,” he gruffs out the last part in fake distaste.

Once he finally got close enough to pull you into his arms, he did so without hesitance. Putting one of his fingers underneath your chin to get you to look up at him, he chuckles at the cute pout your wearing avoiding his ruby gaze.

“How’s ‘bout i call up the old hag and tell her the good news, huh?” He says still tilting your head up towards him.

This catches your attention and you finally tear your eyes away from the floor to meet his teasing stare.

“Really? You mean it suki?” biting your lip to attempt to hide the big goofy smile he oh so adored.

“Yup, so don’t you worry your pretty little head about it any longer. Suki’s got it covered,” he states in a quiet voice smirking down at you before kissing the top of your head and pulling you into a proper hug.

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Keeping true to his word, katsuki comes barging into your apartment in a frenzy. Mumbling about how “he knew this would happen” and “shitty fucking hag”.

Getting up from your spot on the couch you go to to alleviate your boyfriends anger. It’s not your fault no. You had every right to want to meet his parents. But he knew how his mom would react and yet he made the call anyways. for you.

“Suki? What happened?” You giggle a bit at your boyfriends antics.

Looking at you for the first time since he walked in, his mood softened just a tad as he tells you the cause of his frustration.

Katsuki paced around his kitchen, phone in hand with his mothers contact pulled up. He had been avoiding this moment for as long as possible and probably too long at that. Deciding to “grow a pair” he clicks the call button. With each passing ring of the phone he grows more and more nervous.

“Katsuki? Why are you calling?” His moms voice sounds through the phone making it harder for him tto spit it out.

“Well jeez, hello to you too,” he says in mock confidence.

“Don’t take an attitude with me, brat!” pulling the phone away from his ear to get away from the screeching noise that was his mothers voice.

“Yea, whatever,” his voice much softer this time.

“So, what are you calling for? Are you in troub—” motherly instincts assuming the worst for the blonde he quickly cuts her off before she can finish the question.

“Would you just let me speak hag?! Tch. You’re making this harder than it needs to be,” taking a deep breath as his mother anxiously awaits his next words, “i… have a girlfriend.” He finally spits out in the smallest voice she’s ever heard.

Going silent for a moment, he thinks his mother hung up on him, that is until-

“AHHHHH MY KATSUKI’S FINALLY MET A GIRL! YOUR FATHER AND I HAVE BEEN WORRIED YOU’D BE ALONE FOREVER!”

“God could you be more quite, gonna make my eardrums bleed hag!” he says growing more angry at his embarrassment

“And now she wants us to spend the weekend with them up in some cabin, how fucking stupid is that?! Not to mention the whole ‘pack for anything kat!’ like i don’t know how to fucking pack!” his voice booms through the room.

You just stare up at his larger frame letting him rant about the trip. Once he stops to take a breath you speak, tiptoeing around your words to make sure not to upset him any further, not that you could.

“I don’t know, it sounds kind of intimate,” you say in a weak voice.

Drawing his attention down to you as he ushers you to continue.

Proceeding with your thoughts, “I-i mean a nice relaxing weekend with me and your parents doesn’t sound so bad, does it” you say as you look up at him with innocent doe eyes.

Katsuki’s heart melts at the sight, his pretty little girlfriend swaying his opinion so easily without even trying. Reaching a hand up to cup your face and place a sweet kiss that ended all too soon to your lips.

“Not if you’re there, loser,” his lips pulling into an adorable smile that makes you weak in the knees.

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Katsuki loads up his car with all your bags while you wait in the front seat whining at him saying “turn the car on suki, ‘m so cold,”

“Alright alright, calm down woman i’m coming,” he says trudging his way to the front, he starts it and you rush to put the heat on. Reaching for the charging chord to connect your music to the car, katsuki looks at you for a moment fondly before turning to reverse the car out of the parking space. His hand is is on the back of your headrest as his one skillful hand turns the wheel to leave. You decide to tease him just for the hell of it.

“Suki has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?”

Katsuki tries not to show the inevitable blush that creeps up his neck to his ears as he stumbles over his words.

“C-can’t you see i’m driving here, shitty woman?” You laugh at his mock annoyance and decide to take a nap to pass the time, but not before you feel katsuki lay his hand on your thigh making you flush. You two haven’t gone past light kisses and small touches therefore the action making you act like a little school-girl with a crush.

Dozing off for god knows how long you’re awoken to katsuki’s sweet voice lulling you awake to tell you you’re at his parents house.

“Hey princess we’re here” his voice barely above a whisper. You move around a bit to get oriented and notice his jacket on you like a blanket. Yawning you get out of the car and blindly follow katsuki to his front door with the bags.

Katsuki lifts his hand to hesitantly ring the doorbell as your almost hiding behind him.

“Suki is my hair messed up? Wanna look good,” you ask him with sleep in your voice and pleading eyes.

“No princess you look perfect, don’t worry,” and he leans down to press a kiss against your cheek. He was unusually nice when you had just woken up then he would go back to normal when you were more awake. Another reason you were so fond of the fiery man.

“WHO KNEW YOU COULD BE SUCH A GENTLEMAN! MASARU COME LOOK!” a booming voice frightens you and you jump behind your boyfriend even more.

“YOU’RE GONNA SCARE HER AWAY HAG, KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN!” he screams back.

Putting together that it was just his mother, your grip on his arm loosened a bit and you move to the side a bit to make yourself more visible to the blonde woman. Katsuki puts a comforting hand on the small of your back and introduces you.

“Hag, this is my girlfriend, y/n,” he says looking down at you then back up to his mother with a smug look on his face.

“I’m so sorry for raising my voice! I’m just so happy this brat found someone!” she says as she pulls katsuki away from you to roughly ruffle his hair. Swatting her away as she continues to speak she looks from him back to you. “You are just so darling!”

“T-thank you, Mrs. Bakugou,” you say in the biggest voice you can muster.

“Oh you don’t have to call me that dear, makes me feel old,” she smiles sweetly, “Just call me Mitsuki. Jeez you must be freezing out here, katsuki have some manners and invite the girl in!”

“I was gonna hag!” He gently grabs your hand intertwining your fingers and leads you through the entry way. Mitsuki lead the way with katsuki and you following close behind, your small hand still engulfed in his. Finally taking a moment to look around the beautiful house excitement fills you. He really grew up here?

“Suki look at this painting isn’t it beautiful, have you seen it?!” you say in a childish tone as he stops his forward movement to entertain you for a bit.

“I’ve walked past that painting a million times loser, i’ve always hated it. it’s ugly.” he says flatly. You pout up at him, not liking his teasing tone.

Masaru eventually joins his wife’s side watching the scene unfold between the two of you. It’s like you completely forget where you are in the moment, only focusing on the tall man in front of you.

His father breaks the silence, noticeably different that the two ash blondes, much calmer, “You must be y/n, it’s so nice to meet you,” his smile is soft and sweet. His statement pulls you and katsuki from your trance and you look to the older man. He outstretches his hand for you to shake, you look up to your boyfriend for some kind of last minute comfort, but instead it’s him gently nudging you forward. Hesitantly, you shake his hand.

“Quiet aren’t you, not the type i’d expect to be with this gremlin,”

You giggle a bit a mitsuki’s words. It was true, in comparison to katsuki, you were quite different. You being less outgoing than he was and he helped you in that department. perfect fit.

“So why couldn’t we just go separately tomorrow, coulda saved myself one less night with you,” he scowls at his mother.

“Oh hush!” she wacks him over the head and you’re wide-eyed. He truly was a replica of his mother. You were pulled out of your thoughts when she continued, “And besides, i already told you, it gives us more time with you two and it saves gas, you’re welcome by the way,” she sneers in response.

“You two can go put your bags up in katsuki’s room and get her acquainted with the place, dinner won’t be ready for a little bit.” She states walking out of the room but not before lending you a small smile, masaru following suit.

Katsuki backtracks a bit to the stairs taking your bags with you and begins to climb them all the way up to his childhood room. Opening the door to his teenage mind, you wander a bit touching everything in sight as he just eyes you in wonder. Katsuki comes up behind you and turns you around slowly to face him.

i don’t think im doing okay but im making other people happy so somehow i’m content with it

NSFW!!

Bakugou adores making sweet love to you right after you walk out of the shower.

It usually comes after an extensive and raw session where he’d fucked you into heaven and back. But when you step out of the bathroom all wrapped up in towels, smile, eyes, and skin glistening with the afterglow of his ministrations, he becomes weak. There’s nothing he wants at that moment more than to just completely melt against you.

He pounces on you as you select what to wear, this time with a series of much more balmy and mellow kisses, bites, caresses, and squeezes.

“Sukiiiii~ I literally just showered.”

Laced in your whiny protests is that hint he knows all too well, the one that tells him he shouldn’t stop and that you love what’s about to ensue just as much as he does.

Towels trail your way to the bed where he delicately lays you down, marveling at your splendor with his fiery gaze before appreciating every part all over again with his tongue and touch.

And then, you become one again. So intimate and close—literally breathing each other’s air and swallowing each other’s gasps. Fingers slotted together and pressed down on the mattress as his pelvis gyrates deep into you, your legs wrap around him to bring him even closer, if that is even possible. He takes his sweet time, lazy and sloppy make-outs and playful nuzzles filling the spaces between your syrupy moans and groans as he ensures an eternity elapses in every roll of his hips against your own because he wants to stay in that moment forever.

He dominates you into oblivion more often than not—it’s your go-to mode when you’re craving one another—and you both live for it, but damn does this simply hit differently. It hits so much harder. In every sense of the word. And especially with him; someone whose very essence is in contrast with anything soft and deliberate, someone that’s so easy to assume doesn’t possess a tender side and isn’t into such sweet, gentle lovemaking. But he is; it’s his way of pouring his all into you, letting you know that he can be the opposite of everything you’ve miraculously fallen for. His way of expressing how much he appreciates you, for everything that you are and that you bring to his life, for every small eternity your joined bodies drag out and your souls get lost in.

there is one request that i FS am gonna get out this week and the others in my inbox i will get to but at this time i’m gonna close requests for a little while so if you go to my ask box and submit a request it won’t get done for a while. I’m gonna keep my ask box open however because i like it when people send me random things i’m just not taking any more requests at this time. It’s just a lot to keep up with at the moment and it will probably be back up once i finish the ones in there. Right now there are three waiting requests so it might be back up sooner rather than later

I’ll let you guys know when it changes :))))