Bakugou Katsuki Is Completely Wrapped Around His Girlfriend’s Finger.

AHHHHHH I LOVE THIS

boyfriend katsuki LOVES eating you out.

katsuki will look for any chance to bury his face in your pretty cunt, his nose rubbing up against your clit with each small movement. his two large hands pushing your thighs up and towards your chest while he laps up your sweet and saccharine juices. the way you whimper and whine at his ministrations, he is quite literally drunk on your pussy.

“‘s too much, katsu,” you hiccup, using whatever bit of strength you have to lift your head up while your left hand is in his hair.

katsuki grunts in response, sending vibrations throughout your body. if you thought that your pleas would make him be any more gentle, you should have known better.

“c’mon princess,” he groans into your pussy as he pushes his middle and index finger into your pulsating hole.“gimme one more, please, cum on my face just one more time.”

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IJRJWJAUDJEJE I MUST HAVE HIM.

thinking about gruff!older!katsuki nearing his 40s, his muscles aching more than they did when he was freshly 20, the years of hard labor carved into every tendon and joint. his sandy blonde hair, once bright and wild, starting to show a few stubborn greys. he even grew stubble — coarse and scratchy — that leaves your skin burning when he kisses you.

and you'll complain about it, listing off reasons on your pretty, young, manicured fingers why he needs to shave, tapping each one against his chest. he'll just tilt his head, give you that lazy, lopsided smirk, and grunt a simple, "nah."

thinking about gruff!older!katsuki and the way he met you — this bright, pretty thing tucked away behind rows of blooms — when he ducked into a floral shop for a last-minute birthday gift for the old hag. how he saw you there, sleeves rolled up, soil caked on your delicate hands, loose strands of hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, and how you just blew them away without a second thought — left him absolutely weak in the knees.

your laugh was brighter than any flower in that whole damn shop, and your eyes?

god, your eyes put every petal to shame.

thinking about gruff!older!katsuki who lingered way longer than he should have, asking the dumbest questions known to man about orchids, tulips, lilies, and roses, just so he could hear you talk. how you lit up at every answer, spilling all these little facts with that animated sparkle in your voice.

he didn't even like flowers.

but he liked you.

thinking about gruff!older!katsuki who kept coming back to that little shop for months after. at first, it was excuses — shitty ones, too. "forgot what kinda flowers she liked," he'd mutter. "need somethin' for a friend."

but pretty soon, there weren't any excuses left. he was just there, like clockwork, hanging on your every word, wrapped around your finger like some lovesick, pathetic mutt.

thinking about gruff!older!katsuki whose hands are rough, calloused from decades of labor — decades that stretch back to before you were even born. big, scarred palms that make your soft skin feel like silk in comparison.

thinking about gruff!older!katsuki who takes a little longer to get out of bed in the mornings, always grumbling about his bad back, how he needs time to "get movin’."

but really, he just wants an excuse to pull you in close — press you flush against him, soak in the heat of you — and watch your pretty eyelashes flutter while you sleep.

and he has to be there when you wake up.

he needs to see those gorgeous eyes make sure they find him first thing in the morning.

thinking about gruff!older!katsuki who hadn't even thought about dating for years — too busy, too bitter, too tired — until he stumbled into you. all doe-eyed and sweet, so eager and fresh-faced you knocked the damn wind outta him.

made him awkward again, made him red-faced and desperate to impress you.

and all the boys you had before? college kids, jerks who only cared about frat parties and notches on their belts. they didn’t know the first thing about taking care of someone like you.

but katsuki did. he was older. more patient. rough around the edges, sure — but he knew how to make you feel good, how to take his time and worship you like you deserved.

getting there, though?

getting there was tricky.

you were both such messes, two bumbling, nervous idiots, fumbling around each other like awkward teenagers.

but god, it was worth it.

a/n: based on this request lmk if you guys are wanting to see more of this, masterlist link here. and tysm for 1k followers!

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— now streaming! ✩

body swap quirks are few and far between in today's hero society, mostly manufactured in underground drug rings for nefarious uses. when you and your boss, dynamight, are apprehending one of said quirk users, you're unaware that his touch is what triggers the swap until it's too late.

⟡ content. 18+ mdni! | wc: ~1.2k | tw: none. pro-hero!bakugo x sidekick & secret cam girl fem!reader (mid 20s). reader is a faceless cam girl for extra money. bakugo & reader swap bodies a la freaky friday style. bakugo performs for a charity camgirl stream while in reader's body. asks of consent (no dubcon, both agreed to it!). dirty talk via messaging. mutual masturbation. vague use of toys. left open-ended purposefully. maybe ooc?? idk lol. i sat on this for weeks and feel like i blacked out while writing this in a frenzy today. prompt: "just a little more. you can take a little more, can't you?" 『 light it up like dynamight! event 』

REMINDER: CHARITY STREAM STARTING SOON!

Watching yourself through a small phone screen is not how you envisioned this night to go, especially because it's not technically you — it's your boss.

Shockingly, it didn't take much to convince Bakugo to do you a favor. Well…you are the favor he would be doing, as confusing as it sounds. The two of you settled on one condition — he didn't want you in the room with him while he ‘performed’ as you. And, as expected, to promise not to tell a soul or he'll blow you to smithereens. It was an empty threat, considering he had the fattest crush on you and preferably wants you breathing once this is all over with...if he can muster up the courage to tell you.

NOTIFICATION - GLITTERGIRLS: YOUR STREAM HAS BEGUN!

Oxytocin is such a tempting chemical and it's fucking cruel how easy it is for the human body to produce.

You should've cancelled the stream, said you were sick or dead or some crazy ass excuse, anything to not subject yourself to this delicious torture. Fuck Bakugo for agreeing to this, and for being too goddamn hypnotizing. You can't help but imagine if this is how he'd touch you if he were, well, himself. If he'd use that vibrator on you, a rough finger drawing perfect circles over your clit exactly like he is now.

You're physically unable to tear your eyes away from the screen, a familiar burn in your belly starting to become impossible to ignore. And because you're in his body...

Goal Met - $1k reached! vroomvroom20: you really know how to use that toy alienspacequeenie: yesss girl!! starnstripefan: so vocal. hot af

The notification interrupts your thoughts for a split second. Holy shit, it's working, donations flooding in and the charity progress bar steadily becoming fuller. Your fingers tap on the private chat that's reserved for mods only, a way to chat directly to him without others chiming in. They're auto-deleted post stream, thank god.

glitterbot: gj, keep going

Bakugo slows his ministrations, a clear tell that he's glancing at the chat monitor, even if you can't see his face. You continue typing, reminding him of the ground rules, shaky fingers tapping the screen as fast as possible.

glitterbot: remember, don't say names & stay in frame glitterbot: ur doing great!!

The vibrator slides over your clit on screen, eliciting a way too sexy moan that echoes from the office and mixes with the modulated ones coming from your phone speakers. It's getting harder to breathe, unable to stop yourself from shifting your hips back and forth on the couch cushions, the ache between your thighs becoming unbearable.

glitterbot: god, you're so loud... glitterbot: the money is pouring in

You take a breath. Fuck it — when the hell are you ever gonna get this chance again? To know what it feels like to be a man jerking himself off to the sight of your own body? If Bakugo gets to finger and fuck himself in your body, then it's only fair, all things considered.

glitterbot: can...i touch you? glitterbot: uh, i mean 'me' glitterbot: but it's ur body so...say yes or no so i can hear u

It's instant, the sound of a pleading 'yes!' and the sight of your body's thighs twitching sending you into overdrive. You're not thinking straight, literally thinking with your — his? — dick right now.

Goal Met - $5k reached! zaptastic007: she's really into it today crimsonr10t: no kidding phantom_thief: i can see how wet u are, goddamn

Logistics aside, you slip the snug sweatpants down over your hips and to your thighs, his flushed cock now on full display in all of it's glory for you to ogle. The sight alone makes your throat dry, the pretty blush tip sticky with precum and dripping down the shaft. If you could see your irises in a mirror right now, you swear they'd be heart-shaped.

glitterbot: holy shit...ur bigger than i imagined glitterbot: sad i can't suck it instead

Oh god, his eyes must be playing tricks on him or he's way too horny to read the computer screen properly. Are you really dirty talking to him in secret? You're trying to kill him, Bakugo thinks in a lusty haze. He can't speak, not trusting himself to keep your name out of his whiny mouth. The last thing he wants is to dox you and ruin...whatever this is building between you two. He tosses the vibrator out of frame, rolling over to reach for something else off screen.

Bakugo takes the dildo you deemed 'the five star experience' and runs it teasingly over your clit, hips bucking up and lathering it with slick. Watching him prep your body for what's to come has your own hand wrapping around his cock, mindlessly letting your fingers trace along the one vein as if it was your own body.

glitterbot: go ahead, fuck urself for me. stream time's almost up glitterbot: ur doing so good, katsuki. just a little more...u can take a little more, can't u?

That does it, the combination of his given name interlaced with those words break Bakugo's brain in ways he's never experienced. He situates your body and starts to fuck himself with the dildo, slipping in and out of your pussy with ease. Your fingers clench around his shaft, pumping slowly, palm slippery with precum making each stroke like a lightning strike to your core. When you circle your thumb over the tip, it makes you groan out loud, his voice reverbing through the living room. Bakugo must've heard it, picking up speed and sloppily rubbing your clit in messy circles in response.

Goal Met - $10k reached! zaptasic007: oh she's gonna cum soon tapespider87: oh fuck she's not faking it today

The rubber band in your belly is pulled taut, twisting tighter and tighter...and tighter...

glitterbot: i think i'm close...30 sec left glitterbot: make it count, big finish

"Oh fuck," you moan out, Bakugo's voice coming out of your mouth making your head spin out of control. Your voice crescendos through the speaker and office door in surround sound, causing your own orgasm to come crashing down over you. Warm ropes of cum cover your fingers, dripping down to his thighs and sprayed across his lower stomach. Looking down and seeing such a lewd scene on Bakugo's body makes you dizzy, the afterglow of what you did almost enough to knock you out cold.

Goal Met - $15k reached! Congratulations!!! tapespider87: wow, what a photo finish! zaptastic007: see? us pervs can band together for a good cause fiveweenies: fabulous show as always pretty girl

The scene fades to the 'the stream has ended' overlay, successfully ending the video feed to prepare for the next girl's broadcast.

NOTIFICATION - GLITTERGIRLS: YOUR STREAM HAS ENDED!

Exhausted, you close your eyes for a moment, letting your phone drop on to the coffee table and draping a forearm over your face. By the time you open your eyes again, you're suddenly in the office.

The body swap quirk effects must've expired, all of the adrenaline rushing through your systems working it out twice as fast. It's not long before heavy steps approach the office, a surprisingly gentle knock rapping on the door.

"Oi, let me in."

It's a command shadowed in sincerity, something you don't experience often with Bakugo, but welcome with open arms.

"It's open."

It feels like ages, but the door eventually opens, revealing your boss in the doorway, clothes disheveled and one dried stain on the edge of his shirt. The two of you stay silent, daring one another to be the first to break it.

One things for certain...things will never be the same between you two.

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Hi Neema! Can I request please, Katsuki being his usual brash rude and loud self around others, but behind closed doors he becomes Luke a puppy around reader when the have sex and she treats him very sweetly and praises him a lot and he just melts around her. I have a feel in because of his family dynamic he didn’t get much earnest praise and folds like a chair for it.

Melt for Me

You barely have time to take your boots off before Bakugo starts barking.

“Dumbass, you’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep throwing yourself into fights like that,” he growls, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. The front door slams behind him, his heavy boots thudding against the floor as he tosses his gauntlets onto the couch. “What the hell were you thinking?”

You sigh, already used to his dramatics. “I had it under control.”

“Like hell you did,” he snaps, stepping in front of you, his crimson eyes burning with frustration. “If I wasn’t there, you would’ve been fucking toast! You don’t have to do everything by yourself, dumbass!”

You roll your eyes, shutting the door behind you. “Oh, so I’m a dumbass now?”

“You’ve always been a dumbass!”

He’s so loud, so worked up, pacing the small space between the couch and the kitchen like he’s too wound up to stay still. His hands clench and unclench, the lingering adrenaline from the mission still pumping through his veins.

You cross your arms, leaning against the doorframe, watching him huff and mutter under his breath. He’s always like this after a tough fight—angry, fuming, spitting insults like a feral animal. He keeps his walls up high, tough and unbreakable, never letting anyone see past the rough exterior.

Except for you.

You push off the doorframe and step into his space, placing your palm flat against his chest.

“Katsuki.”

His whole body tenses.

Your voice is gentle, nothing like the sharp edge of his. It’s enough to make his breath hitch, his anger stuttering mid-sentence. He looks down at you, his jaw still tight, but his eyes flicker with something softer.

You smile. “You worried about me?”

His lips part slightly, like he wants to snap back, but he doesn’t. His hands twitch at his sides, itching to grab you, to pull you in, but he hesitates.

“Tch.” He turns his head, a faint pink dusting his cheeks. “Shut up.”

You giggle, sliding your hands up to cup his face. His breath catches in his throat. You can feel the heat radiating off him, the way his muscles stay tense under your touch.

“You did really well today,” you murmur, your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones.

His hands tighten into fists. His mouth opens, then closes again, his brows knitting together.

“Katsuki,” you continue, “you protected everyone.” You press a soft kiss to his jaw. “You kept me safe.” Another kiss. “You’re so strong.” Another. “So amazing.”

His breath shudders out of him, his body deflating just a little. He grips your hips, but it’s not possessive or rough—it’s almost hesitant, like he’s afraid you’ll pull away.

“You really think so?” His voice is quiet now, hesitant in a way that’s so unlike him.

You pull back just enough to look into his eyes. “I know so.”

And just like that, he folds.

The mighty, loud, brash Bakugo Katsuki is gone, replaced by the man who melts at the sound of your voice, the warmth of your touch. His forehead drops to your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist as if shielding himself from the world.

“I—” His breath is warm against your skin. “Fuck, baby.”

You guide him toward the bedroom, fingers threading through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. He shivers. By the time you reach the bed, the fight in him has completely drained away.

He sits at the edge, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes, his hands gripping your waist like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. You straddle his lap, and his breath hitches, his fingers pressing into your sides.

“You like it when I praise you, don’t you, Katsuki?”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard. He nods slightly, but it’s not enough.

“Use your words.”

His grip tightens. “Y-yeah,” he admits, voice barely above a whisper. “I—fuck, I love it.”

You smile, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. He chases after you, desperate for more, hands roaming up your back like he needs to feel every inch of you.

“Good boy.”

The sound he makes is downright sinful. A shaky exhale leaves his lips as he buries his face in your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your skin.

You giggle, fingers sliding into his hair, tugging lightly. He groans, hips jerking up involuntarily.

“So desperate,” you tease, scratching lightly at his scalp. “Such a needy thing, aren’t you?”

His nails dig into your waist. “Shut up,” he mumbles against your skin, but there’s no bite behind it. If anything, he sounds wrecked.

“Why should I? I like watching you fall apart like this.” You tilt his chin up, forcing him to look at you. His pupils are blown wide, his breath coming in short, shallow pants. “You’re so beautiful like this, Katsuki.”

His face burns, and he looks like he wants to protest, but you don’t give him the chance. You press your lips to his again, swallowing any argument he might’ve had.

His hands wander up your back, trembling slightly, and you can’t help but feel your heart ache for him. He’s always been so strong, so independent. But here, in your arms, he’s something else entirely.

He’s yours.

And you’ll make sure he knows it.

There's an unspoken rule that gets established early on in your relationship with Bakugo, one that he assumes you know after a few months together.

The rule in question? You need to kiss him three times before you leave his apartment; one for luck, one for the road, and one just because.

One day, you're in a rush to get out the door, running late for a lunch date with your friends. You're bouncing around his apartment to be sure you have everything — phone, keys, wallet — and place a quick kiss to his lips as you pass by him in the living room. "I'll be back in a few hours, love you!"

Bakugo grabs your wrist gently, tugging you back toward him with a pout on his face. "Nuh uh, c'mere." He pulls you over his lap, cradling you while tilting your chin up to face him. "You're askin' for trouble if you think we're done here, sweets."

You blink at him in confusion. He rolls his eyes, no actual annoyance behind it, and shakes his head. "Ya only gave me one kiss, you know better than that."

"Oh, so I owe you—"

"Damn right you do," he cuts you off with a cocky little smirk that he's too good at doing. "Three — no ifs, ands or buts. And mean it, none'a those quick bullshit pecks, real kisses."

Of course, what were you thinking? You lean forward and press the first kiss to his lips, soft and gentle. "One," you whispers before following up with two more, slow and purposeful. "Two and three."

"Much better," Bakugo whispers with a genuine smile. He lets you get back to your feet, a large palm on the small of your back to support you. He pats the back of your thigh once you're steady. "Love you too. Have fun with the girls, but not too much fun. Don't wanna chase ya down the sidewalk again after you down 4 mimosa pitchers to yourselves."

three kisses from him would cure my depression at this point, chat.

AHAHAHAHHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHA

k.

katsuki's moodboard (uni, college kats) established relationship

forehead katsuki 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Bonus: Catsuki

“me time” and it’s just lay in bed reading fanfiction for hours

DIVAASSSS

tried drawing these amazing strongk ladies for the first time :^)