I Need More Of This

PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO

The Light In Your Eyes

My fancies are fireflies Specks of living light Twinkling in the dark -Rabindranath Tagore

synopsis. At a party held in Katsuki's honor for winning sports festival (again), — he finds that he doesn't quite mind being caught helping the extra with the annoyingly pretty eyes catch fireflies instead of celebrating, especially when he could see the embers in them reflecting so close to his own.

pairing. bakugou x reader

word count. 1.4k words

genres & warnings. fluff, swearing, aged-up slightly

notes. uhhh a lil fic for what is hopefully my summer comeback. Maybe I'll finally finish those requests for this ol' boys birthday event from like a month ago and work on the pile of drafts that are slowly rotting away in the backrooms of Tumblr - _ -

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His eyes flickered down to your soft, glossy lips and snapped away just as quickly, praying that you didn’t notice.

Dimming rays of sunlight weaved through your hair and soaked your skin, making you look ethereal in the soft glow of the sun.

Fuck, you were so fuckin' pretty.

After winning the Sports Festival for the third year in a row, Katsuki’s classmates had insisted that they celebrate by throwing a party at his house in his honor. Despite his protests, the hag and his old man were happy to comply.

He really hadn’t expected that many people to show up, but now it seemed as if the entire school was crammed into his house.

There were adults and students he had never met before in his life, shaking his hand and patting his back in congratulations like old friends. Even icyhot's old man had turned up, — nodding his head and muttering a gruff congratulations. Maybe he was finally pulling that enormous garbage fire from his ass and trying to be a better person.

His classmates from 3-A had invited all their friends from other classes, and their parents had pitched in the effort too. His kitchen counter was overflowing with all sorts of snacks and desserts, and he couldn't go anywhere near the trashcan without someone materializing in front of him to drop something new on his plate.

Most of the adults were crowding the living room inside, jabbering on about the latest controversial tweet by a pro-hero, or exchanging pictures of a newborn baby from a cousin they don’t interact with outside of Facebook.

He scoffed; they might as well start a knitting circle with the amount of gossip they were dishing out.

Many of the students were out in his backyard playing music from speakers the size of his head, all littering the lawn and trampling over the perfectly green and even turf he had spent so much time meticulously growing.

Katsuki on the other hand was surrounded by his all too loud friends who were chatting away about something he couldn’t bother listening to.

The drink in his hands was nearing room temperature the longer he went on to disregard it, he was just much too busy glowering at you.

Your dumb face. On the other side of the room.

You were laughing at something some extra you knew from another class had said. Your head was thrown back, and your shoulders trembled with laughter.

Katsuki’s glare only deepened as he took in the way your hair fell in waves around your face, the long earrings on either side of your face dangling wildly as you shook.

You’ve been here since the party started and hadn’t spared him anything more than an, “Yea, I already knew you y’were gonna beat their asses”, — (which had made his chest flush with pride), — when you first arrived, before running off somewhere with your friends.

Not that he cared. Really, you're just an extra.

No matter if you made his palms get especially sweaty. Or if your skin seemed to glow in the right kind of light. Or if he wants to run his hands through your hair when it flows in the wind when you walk to the train together. Or if he can’t help but stare whenever you're in the same room as him.

Yea, — just an extra.

He pried his eyes off your form and loured into his drink. He grunted when shitty hair nudged him in the shoulder and raised an irritated eyebrow when he gestured wildly with his eyes.

Suddenly you were right in front of him, smiling and saying something he couldn’t hear over the music.

Shit

He scrunched his eyebrows, and you rolled your eyes at him. His eyes widened as you grabbed the sleeve of the button-up he was wearing and pulled him down so you could talk closer to his ear. His vision in line with your collarbone, Katsuki’s ears burned and his breath hitched in his throat.

God, What the hell did you want with him?

“Come help me catch fireflies outside!” You yelled over the noise.

He drew back and fixed you with an exasperated look, trying to stealthily steady the heavy beating of his heart.

“Fireflies?” He questioned. “Why would I help you catch fireflies?”

You rolled your eyes like it was obvious.

"Because there's a bunch of em' out there, and I don't wanna go by myself."

He looked down his nose at you and raised an eyebrow, trying to look unimpressed.

"Why don't you go chase some bugs with those friends of yours instead of botherin' me hah?"

After all, you had ditched him for them in the first place.

You pouted and Katsuki resisted the urge to squish your cheeks together in his hands.

"The others are busy with the snacks, or sucking face with each other so they don't wanna come with me."

You looked up at him with such eager and hopeful eyes that he had no choice but to give in. He knew you were probably doing it on purpose too, you knew what you did to him — but he couldn't find it in him to care.

He rolled his eyes and sighed, "Fine, whatever, let's go nerd."

Katsuki prompted to ignore the delighted look the hag shot him from where she had obviously been listening from the couch, and the teasing glances from his friends.

He pushed past you and your annoyingly bright eyes, and headed for the yard.

He spent what seemed like almost the rest of the party outside, — at least until the sun began setting over the horizon. Casting a warm, comforting orange hue over the them

Occasionally he would point one out to you and you would dash after it to catch it mid flight. Soon you had almost all the kids outside helping you as well.

A handful of highschoolers darted around his yard giggling maniacally, and catching lightning bugs.

His scowl softened over time as he watched you prance around and twirl in your pretty long dress as you chased little flickers of light around like a kid.

You had more than a fist full of the little sparklers when someone called out your name from inside the house.

"Hey! Come help me pack the snacks!"

Katsuki saw you scowl at the interruption and yell back a reply. You spun around until your gaze landed on him and you started making your way towards him.

"What do you want now." He asked when you were right in front of him.

You didn't answer him, — but with the hand not holding the fireflies, you picked up one of his big, scarred hands and cradled it in your much smaller ones.

He watched in surprise, as soft fingers gently pried his hand open, and one by one began placing the small flashing beetles in his palm.

His eyes roamed unabashedly over your face while you worked, — taking in the way your eyebrows scrunched over eyes narrowed in concentration, and the way your lips mouthed numbers as you counted them.

Someone hollered your name from inside again and you threw her head back in annoyance. “I’m coming, give me a minute!”

Looking back, you cupped your hand over his to make sure the fireflies didn't escape and turned your big doe eyes up at him.

His heart stuttered annoyingly at the proximity, and he had to hold himself back from accidentally setting off explosions from his hands.

Surely you were doing this on purpose, Katsuki thought, as he tried not to focus on the way your skin felt on his hands, or the shadow of your lashes, thick with liner when you blinked.

From this close he could count your individual eyelashes and make out the small lights dancing around your irises from the reflections of other lightning bugs glowing around them.

His eyes flickered down to your soft, glossy lips and snapped away just as quickly, praying that you didn’t notice.

Dimming rays of sunlight weaved through your hair and soaked your skin, making you look ethereal in the soft glow of the sun.

Fuck, you were so fuckin' pretty.

“Don’t let them go, ok?” You whispered quickly.

Katsuki’s lips twitched.

You let go of his hand, and he curled his fingers over them to keep the bugs in place. He could feel the little things scurrying around in his palm.

“Be careful with them, and I’ll be right back, alright.” You told him.

He straightened and nodded resolutely.

You beamed blindingly at him, and for a moment, — All Might could have sucker punched him in the face and he wouldn't have noticed.

Turning on your heel, you took off in the direction of the house, your dress swaying around your ankles as you moved.

Deflating, he let out a long breath he didn’t realize he was holding as he watched your form disappear inside.

Doing a double take, he saw his own mother staring back at him from out the window with a shit-eating grin that much resembled his own. He groaned out loud in annoyance.

She knew.

Let’s Talk About Sex

let’s talk about sex: salt-n-pepa

MDNI

bakugou x fem!reader

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wc: 1.7k

all characters are aged up!!!! like 18-19 ish

cw: praise, established relationship, inexperienced, virgins but not virginity loss, dirty talk, sex talk (idk man just go with it), dry humping if you squint, oral (fem receiving), fingering, mentions of masterbation again if you squint.

this has just been sittin in my drafts for forever

You were a virgin, both of you were, never going past heated make out sessions and fleeting touches, never having the courage. However, after spending the day with your friends talking about their experiences with guys, you haven’t been able to get yourself off knowing there was something more pleasurable to be explored. Of course you knew about head, the gist of it that is, where you would like to be touched, speed, pressure, but actually experiencing it was something completely different. It has been so difficult trying to rub one out after things got a little too intense with Bakugou. So after hearing about how heavenly getting eaten out was, naturally you wanted to see what it was like for yourself.

You walk out of your bedroom to find him splayed across your couch in a comfortable manner, before going up to him. “Suki, can you um… can you sit up. I need to talk to you.” Your words ring in his head and the constant fear that you’re going to leave him instantly surfaces in his mind.

He clears his throat before sitting up to which you invite yourself to sit cutely in a cross cross applesauce manner in front of him. Shorts riding up in the process so only a little fabric is visible below your his sweatshirt.

“What about, baby? Somethin wrong?” He tries to sound cool but internally he is just waiting for the ‘it’s not you it me’ conversation. Seconds feel like minutes as you try to gain your composure enough to get the sentence out.

“Um you know how I was over at F/N’s the other day?” You ask and he nods tentatively. “W-well we were talking about um… well we were talking about s-sex. And they were telling me about what it’s like when a guy eats you out… a-and the way they were describing it… it just seems like it would feel so good.” You say sighing dreamily at what it might feel like.

Bakugous brain has stopped working, cheeks flushed a pretty pink. Not a thought behind his eyes other than pleasuring you in a new way, until an influx of worries began to plague his mind. Were you asking him for head? He didn’t know how to do that! Why now, you never seemed very interested before?!Were you waiting for him to make the first move but decided he took too long? Just. Why now?

“O-okay but where’s this comin from? You went over there like a week ago? Why not ask when you got back?” He asks genuinely so confused.

“So um after that conversation I couldn’t stop thinking about,” You take a moment to point at his head then point between your legs, “and it made me r-really um… horny… I guess is the word. But every time I would try to help myself, I would start to imagine it was y-you then it would get ruined cause it wasn’t you.” You shyly look up from your lap with innocent eyes that beg for him to understand.

“You think about me when you…” He inquires but it isn’t so much a question more so adoration that you see him in your mind at your most intimate moments.

“W-well yea! Don’t you- don’t you think about me?” The second half comes off quieter than you intended but he hears it anyway. No verbal answer was said but the blush on his cheeks darkening gives you all the answer you need.

“So,” He clears his throat as to sound more composed, “You want me to eat you out? M not sure what i’m doing…” He says dejectedly and you think that’s his way of saying no. Bakugou sees the way your shoulders instinctively sink in disappointment so he makes the second part of his statement quick. “But I wanna learn! um, I wanna learn how to make you feel good… if you’ll teach me…”

“Really?” He can see the excitement etch your features as you look in his eyes for any regret of saying yes. “F’ course baby. Why wouldn’t I wanna get between my pretty girls thighs?” He says a little more confident now, bringing his hands down to squeeze at the plush of your thighs before lifting you to straddle him. He moves his hand up your waist landing on the back of your neck, thumb rubbing circles on your jaw before guiding you to kiss him. Immediately it was heated tongues beginning to explore each other’s mouths. It’s everything you would want in a kiss, the only way you could physically show your passion for one another so far but it was all about to change when you subtly roll your hips against his seeking friction. Seeing how he wasn’t appalled by your newly lewd behavior he thinks it’s hot you once again move your hips forward, letting out a small whimper into his mouth. You were about to do it again too if it weren’t for him flipping you on your back, him above you continuing the kiss.

“Mm can’t have you cummin on my lap sweets. Want the first time you let go with me to be on my tongue. Wanna taste you.” Bakugou purrs into your ear, kissing down your neck, slowly moving his body towards your womanhood. Stopping at your shorts, he looks up at you gauging your reaction to a slow lick below your belly button. The action making you shudder in anticipation. His fingers hook at the sides of your shorts awaiting your permission to undress you. “Can I take em off pretty?” You nod nervously.

Suddenly, the thought of this being the first time a man will see your most intimate places has you shutting your eyes tightly, not wanting to see his reaction. But this was also his first time seeing a pussy, he was never one to dabble in porn, always being able to get the job done with the imagery in his mind alone. He pulled them down, underwear too in the process and you gasped audibly at the chilly air hitting your cunt so suddenly. The fact that he is quiet for a while makes you even more nervous until you feel his finger take a curious swipe through your folds.

“Jesus fucking christ” He whispers as he sees the wetness that secreted from your hole. In hearing that the first thing your mind goes to is he thinks it’s gross, that is until you open your eyes to see him sucking your essence off his finger, eyes rolling back at the taste of you.

“Suki, please want it so bad it hurts.” You pout at him wiggling your hips to try and catch your clit on something, anything for some relief.

“Aww my poor baby, tell your Suki where it hurts so he can kiss it better.” He coos, loving the way your eyes are glossing over from gaining pleasure in his words alone.

“Right here Suki, n-need it right here.” You let your hand drag down to your throbbing nub, aching for some kind of friction, and giving it a few tight circles before reluctantly pulling away. He stairs at the spot you showed him trying to commit it to memory. Pshh what’s all this about not finding the clit? You just showed him where it was! How are other men struggling with this? He leans down to cautiously make the first swipe of his tongue across the bundle of nerves trying to see if he was doing it right. But after seeing your hips jolt, eyes rolling back at the foreign feeling, he figures he’s at least got this down.

He continues to lap at your clit in small short licks trying to get one thing right at a time. Bakugou feels your hand gravitate to his hair, fingers intwining themselves with the strands as you gently start to pull. The groan that leaves his mouth is enough to tell you how much he likes the slight burning sensation as you pull. He’s licking and licking and licking until you say something, “S-suck it Suki, fuck me with your fingers while you suck.” His eyes widen at your wording but ultimately enjoys the noticeable sign that you’re getting more comfortable.

Bakugou slowly brings his finger to your entrance, collecting some of your wetness onto it before carefully slipping it inside of you. And just when you thought it couldn’t feel any better, he finally began to suck on your clit, moaning around you at your taste, the vibrations sending pleasurable jolts through you. His finger moves in and out of you smoothly, reaching places your tiny fingers couldn’t. Just a little more and you would for sure cum. Once he sees that your hole is big enough to comfortably accommodate his finger he adds another creating a pleasurable stretch.

“Oh god yes, fuuuck yes! C-curl your fingers! Please p-please!” Your eyes have officially shut, brows furrowed basking in how intoxicating it feels. He does as you say, curling his fingers upward grazing against a small spongy spot inside of you. All the while still basically making out with your nub.

“Right there! Don’t stop— d-dont stop… Oh my fucking god! K-katsukiiii!” You moan out pornographically, hips rolling onto his tongue and hand chasing your orgasm. And he knows when it hits, core tightening around his fingers so hard he thinks they may break, thighs shooting up to squish his head in between them, fingers still dancing through his hair albeit harder now desperately trying to get him to keep going.

Once the after shocks die down, you lie limp on the couch, cum dripping from your throbbing hole.

“How *pant* are you *pant* so fucking *pant* good at that?!” He licks your excess juice off his lips before he answers.

“So I did okay?” He asks nervously, way out of character for him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! You just made me cum the hardest I ever have and you’re asking me if you did okay?! Yes! God fucking yes you did so good.” you assure him.

His cocky nature returning to him as he hears your praise, leaning down to whisper sexily in your ear, “Course I did, I’m Katsuki fuckin Bakugou. Now spread those legs again pretty. Still gotta stick my tongue in this pussy.”

Your friends are gonna love this.

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Smooth by santana and rob thomas has been stuck in my head for six fucking days.

i’m not complaining but i am.

Mmm, look at you.  Is your cute little clitty getting hard from the slide of my fingers in your hole?  It’s almost like you want more, the way you keep pushing back against my hand.   There’s no mistaking how aroused you get when I fingerfuck you, but you’ll have to hold out a bit longer.  Be good for me and hold on, let me curl my fingers up and rub that spot inside of you– oh, you liked that, didn’t you?  Look at the mess you’re making.  Good girl.

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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Bkg x fem!reader

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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hims keeping me company

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

I still have to do kiss me slowly pt.3. Don’t get me wrong i will get it done if it’s the last thing i do but it might not be for a while because i kinda lost motivation for that one. Only because it was my very first fic and i didn’t really know what i was doing and i’m not really into the idea now BUT IT WILL GET DONE!!!!

a/n: just a wee bit suggestive; about me really

"hajime! hey!" you don't even give him a chance to acknowledge you, "could you do me a favor?"

"sure, yeah." the answer is almost instinctual and also deceptively smooth from his mouth. his heart hammers at your sudden appearance. he had no idea you were in the library because had he, he would have spent less of his time studying the biomechanics of endurance performance and more time studying... you.

not that he needs to because of course he can ace an exam pertaining to you.

(he hopes this doesn't sound creepy. it's simply his natural predisposition, carrying a mental clipboard over the usual physical one, one made of whiteboard and notated in sharpie)

"will you tell me to get my shit together?"

he takes a moment. maybe two just to process. then he translates your question to his home tongue and then back to english once more. having been in the states for four years now, the statement is beginner's level at best but he feels like this is a test right now. three times two does equal six, but maybe he should put it in his calculator just to double check.

"be mean to me!" you double down with a firm nod, "i’ve been procrastinating on this essay all week and i need someone to tell me to get it together. i asked lena but she's my best friend so i'm like, i don't know, desensitized to her, you know? but if it's from you, then maybe i'll have the motivation to do it. you know what i mean?"

he only half-nods because he doesn't know, nor is he quite following.

"you're like the nicest guy in class. there's no way i can deny you!"

the composure he has is only because he's had to grow up with the most unpredictable idiots but holy shit. he's internally choking right now. dying really.

patiently, you wait. to steel his courage, he appraises you, runs his eyes down to your cupid’s bow where he’s memorized the angle, notates the smell of you that he’s found comfort in these past couple of years when you guys are trapped in those cubicles called study rooms, and now he memorizes the expression in your gaze.

you look at him like you need him, like he’s the one who holds the words you need to complete this essay.

“get your fucking shit together,” he says while pulling at the strap of your backpack. it’s boyish, it’s stupid, but despite his tone, he wants you to know he’s teasing. even if you did ask for it.

for some reason it’s you who stares back at him. and just for the sake of testing your theory, he pries even further, “are you going to be good and finally work on that essay?”

you nod, eyes wide with obedience and it makes him stir. to prevent himself from getting carried away, he spins you with your backpack and pushes you away from him, “okay then do it.”

you don’t look back. good thing because iwaizumi would have never been able to handle it. he exhales loudly into his palms once you’re out of sight, bending over to place his elbows on his knees.

the mental clipboard is back in his hands with future experiments being planned. you really can’t say no?

what would happen if he asked you out on a date? what about when he asks to kiss you? the thoughts fill his head, innocent and not.

um hockey bkg fics plz🥺🙏🏼