Summary: donโt tease Katsuki in public. Or do, if this is the kind of thing youโre into.
Props to my beta reader for today @afterhourswjay - thank you for your amazing help!
494 words.
Thereโs something thrilling about being here with your lover, all alone in the quiet, desolate library in the hero facilities. The two of you could do anything, right here, right now, and not a soul would find out, unless of course you get caught. That thought sends chills up your spine, and a flood of arousal to your belly.
Of course you donโt actually want to get caught, though, which is why youโre so quiet as you get up to straddle your blonde.
Upon being interrupted from his research he raises an eyebrow at you with a frown, but youโve known him long enough. Heโs curious, lips tilted down at the corners like they usually are as if heโs daring you to do something.
To be quite honest, you didnโt think youโd even get this far, so what to do next is lost on you, until that little frown on his face turns into an evil smirk.
You know that look, and your underwear is already soaked. Unbeknownst to you, Katsuki can feel your warmth against his crotch, and can feel just how soaked you are already through his jeans.
Heโs not one to dawdle though, so itโs not at all surprising when he latches his soft lips to your previously marked neck, hidden just behind the collar of your shirt. His hand trails up your thigh, stroking every stretch mark and squishing the skin absently, finally making it all the way to its intended destination. Course, tough fingers rub at your clit in slow circles through your underwear, and you receive a low purr in response to your hips bucking against his.
Neither of you say a word as the sound of a zipper being slowly undone echos in your ears, putting a heavy blush on your cheeks.
Youโre slow to pull your underwear to the side, feeling his quickly hardening cocktwitch between your legs and underneath your skirt. Itโs lubed with your own arousal smeared across him, dripping directly onto him and ruining his jeans, but he doesnโt really care about the state of his pants as you suddenly lift your hips and start slowly taking him in.
No matter how many times heโs had you, heโll never quite get used to the feeling of hot, wet walls clenching around him, hugging his cock so perfectly. Itโs like you were made for him, and he has to slap a hand over his own mouth to stifle his broken moans.
Itโs simply wonderful to watch him become so submissive when heโs got his dick inside of you, and with a little grind of your hips heโs arching his back against the back of the library chair uncomfortably, shaken by the pleasure of having sex in such a public space, and at his work, no less.
One would think he wouldnโt risk his career like this, but he needs you. Heโs a mess for you, and he would do anything you asked of him.
I read your work and I don’t understand why you don’t have more interactions, you writings are so good. Anyway
i have an idea, would you write something about semi x reader, they’re already married and have kids but taking care of their kids makes them forget their intimacy, so one day they decide make their kids visit their grandparents so they take advantage of that and finally loving each other for the whole night
Omg I’m just seeing this you’re so kind 😭 I’m definitely going to try to write this!
Whenever Bakugou comes to wake you up, choosing to do it instead of letting you use an alarm, he always smiles so softly when you blink your bleary eyes open and the first thing you hear is “there’s my girl”
men who don’t really know they have a big cock, so when you’re whimpering about the stretch he gets red — pushes it in softly, lovingly, lets out a “s-sorry! i-i’m so sorry, baby!” but your pussy feels incredibly good, he doesn’t think about stopping
and men who know it’s big, so they tell you that you can take it as they push the head of their dick in <3
hes only does night showers, he does not wake up early enough for morning showers
the most attractive morning voice you will ever hear, waking up next to him is a literal dream every afternoon
he gets hiccups when heโs nervous or scared, its so easy to catch him out when he lies
hes always going on to you about your health but he never drinks water. like ever. he hates the way it tastes so you had to get him one of those air-up bottles so it would disguise the taste
he loves fancy plates for some weird reason - he comes home randomly with a new set with the cutest smile on his face
he used to have acne in his first and second year but it complimented his face so well?? like he looked drop dead gorgeous for no apparent reason
omg he loves candles like so much, everyone he knows buys him those really expensive yankee candles for christmas and his birthday
^^however, he does not light them, just likes to smell them; it calms him down
he has so many of those offline games and they take up so much of his storage, he complains about it all the time but wont delete any cause hes โworked so hardโ to get where he is
the shittiest handwriting you will ever see. it is barely legible and he gets soo offended if someone makes fun of him for it
he loves to call you trouble shshajsha omfg he says it with this cocky little grin on his face as he does cause he knows how much you love it and he is so incredibly fine when he does
he loves the taste of those halls throat soothers, yk the blackcurrant and strawberry ones?? hes absolutely obsessed and buys them even when his throat is completely fine
a massive consumerist :// if he sees something being advertised he will buy it without thinking, you have had to tell him no multiple times
he loves wearing matching pyjamas with you its literally so cute cause heโll wear any design you suggest to him :((
โa/n: pls okay iโve never done a format like this but i had this idea so why not ?? i tried to proofread it but โฆ i couldnt focus lmfao so pls ignore any mistakes </3 and enjoy ur faves being utterly in love with you
โโกโงโห cw: mentions of breeding, oral (fem!receiving), implied overstimulation, creampie, unprotected sex, these men are simps for you, okay?<3
bokuto:
usually sex with bokuto fast and rough, due to his size and the sheer amount of force he can emit. sometimes, he just needed to slow down and hold you close. like tonight โ the two of you were cuddling and after you rubbed your ass against him one too many times, one thing easily led to another. bokuto had his strong arms wrapped securely around you, spooning you as he slowly but deeply thrusted into you. there wasnโt a breath of space between your bodies, bokuto pulling you closer to him as he continued to plunge his cock into your drooling cunt. he always got so lost in pleasure as you squeeze so deliciously around him, coaxing him to bury himself as far as he can go so he could properly breed you. but he wanted to hold out, draw it out for as long as possible. he relished in how close he was to you, running his hands all over your beautiful body. his lips ghosted your ears, murmuring the softest praises into your ears. he cherished you so much, you were the one that grounded him, gave him hope, gave him motivation. he couldnโt imagine his life without you in it. heโs so happy when heโs with you and he wants you to know just how much he adores you as his thrusts drive home in your fluttering cunt.
โlove you sโmuch, never wanna let you go babyโ
You try not to rustle the sheets too loudly when you sit up in bed. You rub at your eyes, frowning, as you tap at your phone screen to read the time. 3:26am, and you haven’t gotten the sleep you know you both need and deserve. you sigh quietly, sitting up against the headboard as you watch the dimmed colors pass on the tv.
“What’re you doing up?” A voice slurs to you from your left. You jump a little at the sudden gruff noise, before you deflate. You glance over to Bakugou, where he lays on his side, one crimson colored eye blinking up at you, before he yawns loud and wide, akin to a lion with his golden mane. You can’t help but rub gently at his cheek and jaw and neck, patting him once his eye flutters close at the warmth of your hands.
“Can’t sleep. You go back to bed, though.” You whisper to him, leaning down to peck at the corner of his mouth. You laugh under your breath when he frowns, hard and over dramatic. Silence passes on for a few minutes, with Bakugou’s frown slowly disappearing into a thin line, seemingly falling back asleep as your fingers continue to rub at his skin. Your quiet moment is interrupted though, when your stomach makes a whale-dying-classroom-interrupting-bomb-dropping noise. You don’t say anything, but blink down at Bakugou when he cracks his eye open again.
“You hungry?” He slurs once more, stretching a little in place as you run a hand through his hair.
“Yeah, but I don’t feel like getting up to fix anything, and we haven’t gone to the store yet to get some snacks, so,” you shrug to yourself, convincing yourself you’d fall asleep before the hunger pangs set in. It’s your turn to frown though, when Bakugou suddenly groans before rolling over and standing from the bed.
“Where are you going?“ You ask him, afraid you and your loud stomach disturbed his rest too much. You watch how the muscle in his back ripple when he stretches again where he stands, guilty eyes tracking up his body when he looks at you from over his shoulder.
“To fix your hungry ass a midnight snack.” He tells you, finality lacing his voice as he starts stalking off to the kitchen in just his boxers before you can even answer.
“But it’s past midnight!” You call to him, scrambling up to put your slippers on as you try to keep up with his pace.
Bakugou doesn’t answer you by the time you make it to the kitchen, already boiling water, and dumping rice into the cooker. He’s pulling out different ingredients and knives and the cutting board, and it feels like too much to be so late, but you know if you try to speak up, he’ll only shoo you to bed until he’s finished. The only acknowledgment he gives you is when he turns, placing his hands on your underwear-clad hips and lifts you to sit on the counter behind him, pecking your lips once, twice, before he goes back over to the stove.
The next couple minutes go by gently, with quiet conversations about his most recent capture, about the paperwork you had to fill out, about Denki being an idiot, about Denki actually being a sweetheart, about eating all this damn food he’s cooking, about promising to clean your entire plate. The kitchens lights are low and dimmed, and it casts a soft glow on Bakugou’s high cheekbones and his pretty lashes and the sweet curve of his mouth when he grins at you.
And when the food finishes, you share a bowl, a respective fork for the each of you. Bakugou stands between your legs, chewing quietly and scolds for you to slow down when you eat too fast. He wipes away the rice from your mouth and you lick away the sauce from his chin. He grabs a water bottle from the fridge and lets you have the first sip, offers you the rest when you watch some of it dribble down his chin.
It’s a serene moment shared between the two of you, and when you’re both finished, he’s carrying you back to bed. Tells you that you better take your full ass to bed this time, and he doesn’t fall asleep until he hears your light snores first. Then, he can rest.
bakugou’s publicist begging on hands and knees before an interview for him to not be so abrasive and mean and good god there’s got to be at least onE THING you can talk about like a normal person. just try to stick to that.
the next day, the internet is completely flooded with video compilations with titles like “dynamight being obsessed with his spouse for 3 minutes straight” and headlines that say “dynamight: #4 hero, #1 husband”
as turns out, you’re the only thing he is happy to talk about
You wake, covered in sweat and jaw in pain from undoubtedly clenching in your sleep. You’re shaky as you take in your surroundings.
With each blink you remember where you are and reality comes crashing down on you again. It’s okay, you’re okay.
A grumble from your right makes you glance over. Katsuki is blinking awake and scoots closer to you. A quiet rustle of the blankets and creak of the bed accompanying his weight.
“Y’good babe?” He mumbles, deep voice rumbling in his chest.
“Mmmhmm jus’ a nightmare, go back-ta sleep.” Your heart beat begins to slow by the second, body relaxing into the bed.
A strong, thick arm wraps around your middle and pulls you into his chest. Thick, warm, soft- you can hear his heartbeat if you press your ear to it.
“My baby, shhh.” He soothes.
A kiss is pressed to the top of your head. Once, twice, and again. A third final kiss before he tilts your face upwards a little. Your eyes flutter close and your shoulders sink, arms laying purchase around his body.
He wets his lips and kisses your forehead, slowly, leaving them there for a few moments. His own eyes are shut as he returns to sleeping, still in that position.
Rest encompasses you, wrapping you in a blanket of comfort.
Trainer Bakugou who you’re a little terrified of the first day you’re paired with him. when asking for a trainer at the gym, you had expected the friendly redhead who always looked so sweet and encouraging and cut as hell. you weren’t expecting his grumpy looking blond counterpart, who was all glares and shouts for his clients to keep pushing themselves.
you were hesitant at first, before you quickly realized that it was all a ruse, for the most part. he pushed those who needed that extra encouragement, but was more lenient to people like you who simply wanted a professionals guidance. so, after a few weeks, you liked him for the most part, and his looks damn sure made it easier to cozy up to the big guy.
the only issue you’ve been having with Bakugou though are the…coregasms, as you’ve seen them been named on social media, that you keep experiencing. the first time, you weren’t sure what it was, why your stomach and pelvis kept tightening up. you couldn’t have…climaxed, or anything. you hadn’t even been touched!
but, as the weeks go by, and the workouts get more strenuous, they’ve become harder and harder to subside and ignore, and so had Bakugou’s commands to keep going when you suddenly stopped. you can only lie and say its cramps so many times before he realizes that something is up.
you’re midway through a good morning, when that familiar feeling starts tightening in the pit of your gut. you clench your eyes shut, shaking your head a little, as if you could ward off the impending feeling. bakugou notices though, frowning at your almost pained expression in the mirror, walking up behind you to stop you as you pull yourself back up. his hands are on your waist, and as you come up, you feel his bulge glide over the curve of your ass, and something in you snaps.
you gasp, buckling over, one hand on your knee as the other reaches back for bakugou’s hand to keep you up as your thighs shake. you can feel yourself spasming, clenching and unclenching around nothing, secretly wishing you had something that could fill you up, something that you felt throb against you as bakugou leaned over your form.
“Another coregasm, huh?” he asks you lowly, his lips brushing your ear as you bite your bottom lip to hold back your moan. your eyes buck open though, when his words sink in, head tipping back to look at him in the mirror, only to find his gaze already on you.
“You knew every time?” you ask quietly, panting now that its finally starting to pass over you. but bakugou doesn’t let you up from this position, especially since the area you’re in seems to be desolate for now.
“It’s hard to ignore how pretty you look when you cum, sweetheart.” Bakugou seals his words with a firm press to your ass, his cock rubbing the seam, and you can practically feel the heat and veins of it through your thin bottoms. you groan under your breath, getting lost in the feeling of him grinding against you, when he suddenly speaks again.
“You still feel it?” he asks, voice low as he looks at you through his lashes. you nod, biting at your bottom lip as you meet the steady rock of his hips, watching how he smiles before slotting his lips against your ear.
“Want me to help make it go away?” and he does, in the employee locker room after hours. he makes it go away, and rebuild, and go away again and again until you’re hoarse and your legs are weaker than they typically are on leg day. bakugou helps the ache go away, but not for that sweet redheaded coworker of his, whose fists have fucked his cock the entire time of watching bakugou rail you over the locker room bench again and again.
Bakugou is willing to eat it in any position. You’ve learned this as time went on in your relationship, that no matter the place, time, or circumstance, he’d eat it anyway he could.
In some fancy bathroom at a hero gala, with you bent over the sink, your dress hiked up high on your thighs. Your face is this close to being smushed if not for the hand you have to throw up to keep from smearing your makeup. You pant against the glass, angling your body to watch how his blond tuft of hair moves rhythmically in the mirror when he licks you from clit to taint. You moan quietly when he leans back to spit on your hole, not realizing how disheveled he looks all the while. His hands are gripped tightly on the globes of your ass, spreading you, as he watches his spit dribble before he dives back in to lick it up.
On your kitchen counter, with your toes curled into the edge of the marble, your hands holding onto his hair for dear life. Bakugou holds you by the hip and tit as he works his mouth over your clit, sucking and licking at the swelling nub as he stares up at you from under thick blond lashes. He likes this angle where he can watch the pretty faces you make whenever his tongue lashes on your clit, and how your eyes always roll back when you realize he’s been looking at you the entire time.
On your side while you lay in bed on a hot day, forgoing any clothes due to the sticky heat. You’re tempting him, he tells you as he kneels on the floor beside the bed where your ass sticks up, right in his damn face—how could he resist? You’re not complaining though, as you hold one cheek open for him to lash his tongue against both holes, gasping in surprise when he groans against you, and dips his tongue inside of you as far as it can go. He pulls back with a smack of his lips and a bite at your pert little cheek, before he wiggles his tongue back inside of you once more.
Up against the wall after a night out, all sweaty and inebriated and drunk on the love you have for each other. He doesn’t even let you take your shoes off, just hikes your skirt up and places your thigh over his shoulder. He cranes his neck to slurp at your cunt, grunting when you pull his hair, licking at you with desperation to taste your cum flooding on his tongue as soon as he possibly can.
He loves it especially, when you sit on his face. With your thighs caging his head in as you ride his tongue and use him like the toy he is for you. Or when you turn around and really sit on his face, lightly playing with his neglected cock because the both of you know that right now, this is for him, and all he wants is for you to ride his face until he can’t breathe. He likes when you rub your scent all over his skin, rub your entire pussy from top to bottom, his nose bumping your clit all the while, his tongue out to catch whatever he can.
he’s just a feen for you and eating you every way he can basically.
bakugo gets rock fucking hard when he sees you painted in his cum. he fucks your throat desperately just so that he can watch you stick your tongue out, displaying his load in your slutty mouth. sometimes he’ll take his dick out of your needy hole or mouth and coat your ass in his cum. if you let him, he’ll take pictures of the view and use it as material for whenever you’re away. on special occasions he’ll fill you up and watch it drip out of your hole as it runs down your thighs. you just know bakugo will be filling you up with his cum a couple more times that evening.
“fuckin’ love the way it oozes out of your pretty little hole, you take it so good don’t you baby?”
