I’m Sick And Daydreaming

Kiss Me Slowly — Pt. 2

bakugou x shy!fem!reader

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pt.2/3, pt. 1

wc: 1.5k

cw: cursing, fluff, making out, slight suggestive themes bakugou is sneaky, 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 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.

“That wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be,” You bounce on your feet adrenaline still pumping through your nerves.

Katsuki doesn’t say anything and just stands there swaying you while you look into his vermilion eyes. Pulling away and heading towards your luggage you begin to unpack the things you will need for tonight and the next morning. Even though you had gotten the hard part over with there was still the burning nervousness of sharing a room with him. Something you still haven’t done. Being adults, you would think there would be a sleepover at least everyone in a while, but every time it got late, he or you would just make your way to your own home.

Katsuki felt like a middle schooler with a girl in his room for the first time, keeping his eyes on your figure just wondering how he got so lucky. That is until you break the silence once more huffing at the bag before speaking.

“Sukiiiiiii,” so draw out his name to try to sound annoyed. He walks up beside you and looks down at the bag. He knows what you’re wondering, but hey it was his mom's orders. Were you suggesting he go against his old hags wishes? A sly smirk on his face as he hums in response.

“I didn’t pack this, i don’t even own this, so why’s it in the bag?” Looking up at him holding the tiny lilac bathing suit, you give an irked expression as he laughs at you.

“I told you hag told us to pack for anything. You,” he takes a moment to poke your forehead “didn’t have a bathing suit, so I helped you out a bit,” his smirk only growing wider as you get more embarrassed.

“Well seeing as it’s winter and we are going to the mountains, I didn’t think there would be a need for… this,” It was a very pretty swimsuit just not something you have ever worn before, especially not in front of the blonde.

“Well pretty, I was just making sure you were well prepared,” he says matter-of-factly before taking a step closer to you.

A blush erupts on your face as you look back down at the article of clothing, “It is... cute.” You eventually respond. He leans down to pull you into a breath-taking kiss, molding his lips against yours just perfectly. Putting his hand on the small of your back to push you chest to chest, deepening the kiss even more. You slide one of your hands up to rest on his heart, while the other goes to toy with the hairs at the nape of his neck. Katsuki pulls at your bottom lip with his teeth, in a silent plea for you to open your mouth a bit to which you comply.

He slips his tongue in making you pull at his hair a bit, forcing him to groan, as slow hands begin to wander, down your sides, against your waist, about to rest on your-

“Katsuki, your mother would like you to come set the table for dinner.” Masaru says as he knocks on the door signaling his presence. Katsuki reluctantly pulls away muttering a reply to his father, all while still staring into your beautiful e/c eyes. He gives you one last kiss before he takes your hand to lead you back downstairs.

You follow him blindly, still overly flustered by what had just happened. He had never kissed you so passionately before it felt like, Fireworks. Only making you swoon for the tall man even more, making you want to kick your feet at every bit of affection he gives you. You let out a girlish giggle, only being able to contain your excitement for so long, what’s a girl to do? Katsuki stops mid-way to look back at you, confusion written all over his face. Realizing you’d been caught; your laugh slowly dies down and you just look at him shyly. Here you are, only about halfway down the stairs, just awkwardly looking at each other, until he speaks.

“What’re you giggling about back there?” There's a bit of a knowing glint in his eye as he presses on for an answer.

“I-I've just never... y’know... like that before.” You whisper as you break his gaze, before you continue, “I really liked it, suki.” You laugh a bit again, and it’s like he’s never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. Katsuki brings his hand up to your hair and ruffles it a bit. He turns around and starts to head down to the kitchen once more, you close behind. Once the two of you had gotten the table ready, you obviously helping despite him sternly telling you no, you all sit to eat.

At first, it’s a tad awkward, you shift slightly in your chair, as you twiddle with your fingers. But when Katsuki senses that you’re uncomfortable under his parent’s gaze, he takes your hand, and everything feels okay again. Mitsuki is the first to speak, interested in how the two of you got together, “So, how did you meet?” She looks up from her plate at you expectantly awaiting your answer.

“Well,” you let out a breathy laugh trying to calm your nerves, “I was at a café, and this creepy guy just wouldn’t leave me alone, even when I tried my best to show disinterest. He moved over to the seat next to me and I tried to move away but ended up falling off my chair, except I didn’t hit the floor because Katsuki was there to catch me. He must’ve seen what was about to happen, hero’s intuition, I guess. Then of course he yelled at the man.”

“And here I thought you were incapable of love, I guess when my boy sees a damsel in distress, he just can't help himself can he.” His mother says.

“Tch, she could’ve handled the guy, the brat just acts shy in front of everyone, really just a pain in my ass.” He says jokingly, smirking at your mouth agape.

“Suki, that’s mean!” You pout at him, mumbling something under your breath as his parents' chuckle.

They go into their own side conversation, reminiscing over how they met, when Katsuki moves his hand to your leg and gives a loving squeeze, before leaning to whisper in your ear, “You know I'm just playn’ with ya right, princess?”

“Hmph. I can let it slide this one time I suppose.” He laughs at your statement before continuing to eat his dinner.

The rest of the meal went smoothly and before you knew it, it was time to reside back to Katsuki’s room for bed.

“Remember we’d ought to wake up early so we can be there by noon so rest up kiddos. G’night!” Masaru says on the way to their room.

“Night.” Katsuki responds in a gruff voice, closing his door and sauntering over to you.

“C’mon pretty, let’s get changed for bed.” Giving you a swift kiss on the cheek, he goes to pull off his shirt, getting it about halfway off before you stop him.

“Wait wait wait!” You turn around fast, covering your eyes, and lowering your head.

He continues to undress his top half without you knowing, then making his way over to you. Katsuki puts his hand on your shoulder and speaks, “What’s wrong pretty? I always sleep like this, want me to leave it on?”

“I just... wasn’t expecting it that’s all.” You say, your back still to him.

“So then why dontcha turn around y/n?” He spins you around to face him, but to his surprise you still have your face covered and head down.

Once you finally look up at him, your eyes widen at the sight. He looked like he was chiseled by the gods, muscles so defined it was insane.

“You’re drooling, princess.” Katsuki says in a teasing tone, hand coming up to close your mouth.

“Suki I was not, n-now turn around so I can change.” You say with a pouty voice. He does as you say and waits for you to give him the okay. Not once did he look back even trying to peek. Once you tap him on the shoulder, signifying he can turn back, Katsuki whirls around to pick you up and throw you onto the bed.

He gets comfortable, putting his arm around you, snuggling you close, then whispering in your ear, “Sleep tight pretty, we got a long weekend ahead of us.” The last thing you feel before dozing off is the soft kiss Katsuki leaves on your neck, wishing you one final goodnight.

lost my debit card if any of you have it give it back rn 😡

i want a car

Its when he...

its when he grabs your inner thighs and spreads your legs looking into your eyes and smiling softly and he goes down on you eating you out like a dog on a hot day with no water. Its when you arch your back and scream his name and he keeps going because hes a good boy who lets his darling orgasm. Its when you pant and tremble and he stops as he leaves kisses and hickies as well as bite marks all over your beautiful body. Its when he caresses your skin and and holds you firmly and sits you on his lap looking up at you in the eyes. Its when he asks softly in youe ear "you ready baby?" and you nod with thighs trembling and your pussy dripping wet. Its when he slowly puts it in you just for you to scream out in pleasure and he pounds you and holds your waist putting his face in your collar. Its when he kisses your neck and whispers how much of a good girl you are and telling you what a good job your doing. Its when you cry and scream in pleasure as you claw it his back and shoulders. Its when he asks permission to cum in you and you cry out a yes and he holds you down on his cock and he cums in you. Its when you pant and held on to him and held on to you as well. Its when he finishes pumping you full and he slowly pulls out. Its when you whine slightly and he gently lays you down on the bed and he lays next to you cuddling you praising you. Its when he holds you close and cleans you up and gets you dressed gently. Its when he gets some boxers on and lays next to you and holds you softly until you fall asleep. Its when he makes sure your asleep to whisper how much he truly loves you…..Its when he loves you

bakugo would say dick instead of cock. just saying. “cum on this dick, baby.” just sounds right for him. he’s a little vulgar and blunt with it, you know?

so cute!!!!!

his pretty girl

okay tumblr didn't want to touch this with a 10 foot pole yesterday so i am trYING AGAIN wc: 2.2k cw: afab reader, subspace, praise, explicit sexual content

You found Bakugo in the spare room, but it wasn’t hard—you heard him let out a loud string of expletives aimed at someone on the other end of his headset from your spot across the house. Despite the venom in his voice, he’d been in a good mood all day, and it made you feel bold enough to interrupt his game. It would only be for a second, after all—and you missed him.

“Do you have eyes in that big ass head of yours or—” he was cut off by the soft squeak of the door as you pushed it open. He tipped his head back to look at you, eyes crinkling as he watched you linger in the doorway. He threw an arm over the back of the chair lazily, beckoning toward you as he turned back to his game. You padded over to him, leaning against the back of the chair to watch over his shoulder. The arm he’d thrown up to you snuck around the back of your neck—it definitely looked and felt like a headlock, but you knew it was Bakugo’s version of affection.

“What’re you doin’?” He asked you, eyes still on the screen.

“Wanted to show you something. And I missed you.”

His lips turned up at the corners at that. “Oh yeah? C’mere then,” he patted his lap, and you gladly obliged.

You settled over top of him, legs dangling over either side of the chair. You leaned into him, pressing your face into the side of his neck. His arms came to rest around you, and you felt the controller against your back as he continued to play. You heard the familiar voices of Kirishima and Denki in the headset, and it made you smile. Bakugo hardly saw much of his friends these days, as he and the rest of them were swamped with work now that they’d been thrown into the pro-hero world, but you thought it was nice that they were still able to do things together like this.

“You wanted to show me somethin’?”

His voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Oh, yeah,” you paused, moving to hold your hands out in front of you, “look! I painted my nails, and my ring came in.”

He looked down, regarding your work. He would be remiss to say that his favorite shade of burnt orange against your skin didn’t do something for him, but his eyes zeroed in on the ring on your finger. He’d sent it to get resized after discovering that you were a weird half-size, and the way it wrapped around your finger had his heart constricting in his chest.

“So it did,” he breathed, grabbing your hand in his and moving it side to side, watching the ring glint in the light. You hummed.

“Thought it looked pretty,” you said somewhat bashfully—you hadn’t expected him to inspect it so closely. You were acutely aware of a spot you’d missed with the polish on your ring finger.

He looked up at that, eyes trained on yours. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver up your spine.

“Hey, dumb and dumber, I gotta go,” he said into the headset, already pulling it off before he heard the protests of his friends. He turned the console off from the controller and dropped it on the floor next to his chair. His hands came up to grip your hips, and you squeaked at the harshness of it. He pulled you closer to him and dropped kisses over the skin of your shoulder.

“What’re you gettin’ shy for? Of course it looks pretty. My baby’s always pretty,” he told you, punctuating every other word with lips that made their way up your neck.

“Katsuki,” you breathed, and you felt the groan rumble in his chest. He was on his feet then, dragging you up with him in his arms. He walked you down the hall to your bedroom, setting you down on the linen sheets of your bed. He hovered over you, leaning down to resume his kisses over the ridges of your throat. He opened his mouth to suck gently on your pulse point.

“So pretty, all the time,” he murmured, lips dragging up your jaw, pressing chaste kisses up the bone until he nipped at the spot behind your ear, pulling a gasp from you.

“I think my pretty girl needs to be made to feel good, yeah?” His gaze met your half-lidded one and you nodded dumbly, making him grin. He leaned down to meet your lips, and it was hot and heavy and suffocating, the way he consumed you so easily. His tongue licked into your mouth as his hand slid under the sleep shirt you wore. You moaned at how warm he felt as he palmed at your chest. He chuckled when you broke the kiss to help him pull your shirt over your head.

“Aw, you hurtin’ for it?” His tone was mocking-- it settled deep into your core and lit every nerve ending on fire. At his words, your hips jutted up and made contact with the thigh he’d placed between yours, and you let out a pained groan. You couldn’t help but get carried away with him. He never let you live it down, but he always gave you what you needed. Even if he made you plead for it.

He leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly. You let out a choked breath at the pressure, and then a moan at the way he soothed over it with his tongue. He alternated between each nipple and between tongue and teeth until you were a writhing mess underneath him. “Katsuki,” you choked out, half delirious, “please—need you.”

“I know, pretty girl,” he cooed, pressing open mouthed kisses down your tummy, pausing to suck on the skin above the hem of your underwear, “m’gonna give you everything you need. Be sweet for me.”

You nearly keened off the bed when he pressed a chaste kiss to your clothed core. He dragged his tongue over the wet spot you’d created, pausing to inhale deeply.

“God,” he ground out, “smells fuckin’ divine.”

Your body twitched involuntarily with every touch. You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut, hips jutting upwards and praying he’d give you something substantial. You felt your stomach drop at the tsk he let out.

“Want you to look at me, pretty girl,” and it was gentle in a way that surprised you—usually his tone was a demanding one that had your blood buzzing in your veins, eager to do whatever he asked of you. This was almost worse, though, with the way the love saturated his voice sent white hot arousal pooling in your gut. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his, and the grin spread across his face.

“There she is,” he murmured, eyes never leaving yours as he hooked a finger through the waistband of the fabric and pulled it from your legs. His eyes drifted to your exposed cunt.

“Oh,” he breathed out, and you mewled at the way his breath brushed over your sensitive folds, “never gonna fuckin’ get tired of this.”

He brushed the back of his pointer finger through your heat, and you let out a moan that would’ve embarrassed anyone who heard it. It just egged Katsuki on, though, and he leaned forward to press a kiss to your clit.

“Kat—hah,”

Your body thrummed with need and your hips moved with a mind of their own. You fought to keep your eyes open as he licked a long swipe straight up, pausing at your clit to let you grind yourself against his face. He moaned his approval and the vibration of it melted every cohesive thought from your brain. He pulled back and you couldn't stop the whine that tore itself from your throat.

“Always done up, just for me. Fuckin' luckiest man alive. Tell me,” his eyes met yours and you shivered at the hunger you saw there, “who’s the prettiest girl in the world?”

Your eyes went wide at his question, and you whimpered at the feeling of the pad of his thumb brushing devastatingly soft circles over your clit. You could do nothing else but gasp out an “I—huh?”, slurred with pleasure. The grin on his face was dangerous.

“Want you to tell me,” he told you, pressing down harder on your clit and turning your whimpers into broken moans, “who the prettiest girl in the world is.”

Your face grew hot and you cursed the blush that surely crept over your cheeks. You weren’t necessarily in the dark about your looks—you certainly agreed with him most days that you were pretty. But this was new, and you felt vulnerable, with his sharp eyes fixed on you from between your legs. You wanted to look away, to escape the intensity of his affection--to avoid the way it almost felt humiliating, to say something so simple-- but you knew better. You wanted to be sweet for him, after all.

“I am,” you muttered, almost inaudible, but you’d guessed he’d heard it if the lips wrapped around your clit were anything to go by. You cried out, dangerously close to falling apart, and then he pulled away.

“You are…?” He teased, back to tracing little circles over your pulsing cunt. You whined, and it bordered on brattish. You sucked in a breath and gathered your resolve.

“I-I’m…the prettiest girl in the world.”

He slipped a thick finger into you and crooked it upwards, fucking into you slowly and letting you drag your aching clit over his tongue with every stuttered movement of your hips.

“Tell me again,” he ground out, reveling in the way your face contorted with pleasure, but your eyes never left his. You really were very good, and all for him.

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world,” you groaned out, less bashful in your attempts to chase the high he could feel you approaching. You were familiar with the headspace he was pulling you into-- you were wholly overwhelmed at the way the vulnerability tangled itself in the wanton want you felt, and your throat burned with emotion. You knew anything he pulled from you next would be absolutely pitiful.

“Oh, I love you. Again.”

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world!” Your words were broken, tears spilling over your lash line and head snapping back at the feeling of the flick of his tongue over your little nub. Your love and your pleasure fell from your mouth in unintelligible babbles, and you distantly wondered if he'd always be able to reduce you to this with seemingly minimal effort. His free hand wrapped around the skin of your thigh, rubbing soothing circles into it as you shook under his ministrations, and you knew he was trying to ground you.

“One more time, sweet girl.”

“I’m—oh my god, fuck, fuck—the prettiest girl—”

You were cut off by the force of your orgasm, and Katsuki would’ve sooner died than stop what he was doing for a second, feeling the way you clamped down on his finger as he fucked you through it. There was no stopping the way your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, mouth hung open in a sob as the blinding pleasure lash through your body like a whip. Your vision was fuzzy as you came down, and you barely registered Bakugo as he hovered over you, pressing his lips to the tear stains that lined your cheeks.

“So good,” you heard him say, and it was like you were underwater, “did so, so good for me, pretty baby.”

You whimpered as he pulled his finger from your body and popped it into his mouth, sucking the last drops of you away as you watched through heavy eyelids. The sight of it curled in your gut, mostly because you knew that it was not intended to be as erotic as it looked—he just genuinely liked how you tasted, and would never pass up an opportunity to do so.

He caged your head between strong arms and bent his neck down to press kisses to your forehead. You let out a soft sigh, feeling a new wave of tears threaten to spill at the intimacy of the moment. Your hands found purchase in the T-shirt that you certainly just ruined and you clung to him, pulling his chest to yours.

“You’re okay,” he whispered, lips to your ear, and you nodded, believing him wholeheartedly and letting the tears slip out. He kissed them as they fell.

“My sweet, pretty baby,” he cooed, repeating it softly as he carded his fingers into your hair and pressed a kiss to your temple.

You sniffled and leaned into his touch, prompting his mouth to find your temple again. He happily obliged.

You held each other there for what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, tangled and devastatingly open, relatively silent save for the whispers of Katsuki’s love into your ear. The weight of it settled into your chest, where it pushed everything out of the way to make room for the enormity of his love. Your mind focused on the ring that you rolled around with your thumb, feeling the dip of the engraved words he’d had etched inside the band. He whispered those same words into your ear now, and you turned to press your smile into his in reply. You quite liked the idea of a forever like this.

you’ve missed a lot girl

Amelia has gotten head for the very first time. i have no other words for you all other than holy fuck that shit feels good.

Could you please well if you don't want to that's fine but could you make a bakugo x y/n 18+ y/n getin prego🤐 i sound so sus but idc

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cw: breeding, unprotected sex, mdni

short & unedited. im sorry

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“does it feel good sweet girl?” his words matching the sweet sensation of his thrusts. every one sending your head into a frenzy.

“Cmon baby tell your suki how good it feels.” hot hands running down your body covered in a layer of sweat. The pair of you have been at it for hours, ever since you visited kirishima’s new baby it’s all you could think about. As you walked through the front door Katsuki’s hands were on you in a second.

“S-so good, S-ugh yes right there!” his thrusts slow for a moment as bakugou watches your eyes glisten over with tears. He gives one slow deep push into that special spot “here? you like it right here pretty girl?” one more thrust.

“Uh huh please suki please faster!” you whimper as your hips thrust on their own beneath him. he picks up speed, relishing in the feeling of your tight cunt getting even tighter, and soon he becomes close himself.

“Please inside suki wan a baby! wan make you a daddy-oh!” one final push and he was a goner, spilling his hot seed in your gummy walls with a moan of your name.

“whatever my girl wants, she gets.”

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