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HI LOVE MY BRAIN GOES BRRR RN-
so remember the little drabble you wrote about 'oral fixation' where Bakugou sucked on tiddies
Well
Let's turn it around and say you got a stressful day at work so when you come home and lean against his chest for comfort- he catches you in his arms thinking you want a hug but suddenly you pull his tanktop up and start sucking on his tiddies as well because gawd it calms you so much and they're so soft and warm
Bakugou loves the feeling of your mouth around him and he can feel his pants getting tighter with every suck, lick or nibble you make <\3
-glasses anon
## new match ! -> fixated.
— re: katsuki bakugou.
— a/n: PLEASE okay, i had to write this because i did the reverse a few months ago and it makes me so happy !! i hope you liked this baby, thank you for sending it in <33
— cw: smut, mdni 18+, oral fixation, dry humping, soft baku :(( gn!reader.
— wc: 1.5K
okay but like ?? i can imagine you waddling in after a really long day, like your whole body is sore and your manager completely shattered your confidence and all you need is some comfort so naturally you’re heading straight for bakugou.
as always, he doesn’t question you when you collapse on top of him, clinging to every wave of warmth that radiates from his body. he doesn’t say a word when you force your head under his chin and curl up— he might look away from his phone or book for a second, just to sweep his vermillion eyes over you and check that you’re not physically hurt. but bakugou would never push you unless he knew that he needed to.
it’s only when you toy with the hem of his shirt, debating on tugging it up without asking ,that he gives you his full attention. “what’s the matter?” his voice rumbles through his chest, vibrating underneath you in an oddly calming way...because bakugou’s voice sounds like home, wraps you up and keeps you safe.
“bad day,” you tell him, still thumbing a loose string on his shirt and occasionally brushing the heat of his tummy.
“wanna talk about it?” you’d shake your head, hand crawling further up his shirt just to feel him but it’s not enough to touch his skin or to have his arms wrapped around you. you need more. katsuki cocks his head down at you— there’s something you need but won’t say. he’s always been one for tough love, never backing down when he sees you struggle but he can’t help you without letting you help yourself too. running a large hand down the curve of your spine, he speaks again in gentle tones. “you gotta use your words with me, you want somethin’ don’cha?”
“wanna be close to you…” is all you can manage, turning your face into his chest as craving to hear the thump of his heart becomes too much to withstand. bakugou wouldn’t force anymore out of you from there— he’d already have an inkling of what you needed, pushing you back to sit up and throw off his shirt before helping you to do the same.
skin on skin, is how you felt closest to bakugou. vulnerable to the blood red stare in the form of your lover’s eyes. you feel naked under his gaze even when you already are, you feel cool and goosebumps rise on your arms even though his skin is hot. but when katsuki’s rough hands tilt your chin up so he can reach you for a kiss— you don’t feel scared or unwanted or unloved, because he tells you without words that you’re all that he needs, that you’re more than good enough although the world or whatever bothers you screams that you aren’t.
the voice of bakugou’s love for you has always been louder than anyone else’s, his presence has always been more overwhelming than anything else you’ve ever felt. so you’ve learned over the years to trust him, to believe in what he says.
so with lips locked and bare skin against bare skin, your hands both perched at his collar bones begin to travel over the uneven patches of his body— the ones with battle stories written across flesh in the form of scars, your lips free his and start their own journey too, heading further south until your nose is pressed up against his heart beat.
you’d look up at katsuki, eyes locked and breath ticklish against your skin— as if you’re waiting for permission that he’ll give you anyways. behind his eyes you find reassurance before your mouth slips over his chest and encases one of his nipples. bakugou hisses at first, his chest had always been a sensitive area for him— especially with the scar scrawled between his pectoral muscles in chicken scratch— but whenever you’d asked, he let you suck away on it, watching the stress seep out of your pores and your body physically relax.
you can’t help but cling to bakugou, running your tongue over his perky nipples in slow circles and breathing heavily through your nose— your eyes grow hazy just as the memories of your bad day do. you can’t remember what your manager had said to make you so upset, they’re not even a thought in your mind. instead your mind is filled with bakugou and all the ways in which he overwhelms you. his presence is strong enough to flood a room and fill your heart with ease, he’s always been that way.
he’s always been your rock.
you hum in content, sleepy and pacified as your lover brushes his hands over your head, cooing to you as you suck on his chest and leave tiny bites in your wake. maybe you mark him to prove comfort to yourself, knowing that you’ll be the only person to ever have katsuki bakugou like this. to love and hold him like this.
to see the faint shade of pink rose rise on his cheeks while you drool and slobber over his chest painted with blue and purple blooms.
katsuki bakugou is your garden, your place of peace and solace.
eventually you come up for air, a light shine to your chin from where you’ve sucked too much on his pecs and your spit has seeped from the corners of your mouth— your brain crackles with serotonin, your body warm and soft against bakugou’s. and he smiles at you, vermillion orbs brimming with adoration as he swipes his thumb over your chin. “feelin’ good, darlin?” he coos down to you, head tilted as he looks at you through his pretty lashes.
he’s so pretty and you’re so so lucky. “‘m okay, i jus…” you can’t find the words, your mind too full of him and too tired to find words. your eyes start to water, a whimper laying wet on your bottom lip as you find yourself . “love you,”
“you do?” bakugou asks, although he already knows the answer and you know, he knows from the light brush of his thumb under your soaked starry eyes and the toothy, hooded grin shot your way. “yeah you do. y’know that i love you too, yeah? ain’t nothin’ gonna stop me from doin’ so,”
your tummy rumbles with warmth and affection, body moving on its own accord to press yourself closer to the man above you— as if your body will melt into his if you try hard enough and will fill your need to become one with katsuki bakugou. dazed, brain fuzzy you latch onto his unattended nipple, not missing the way bakugou’s hips jump up and a quiet groan wets his pink lips. teeth and tongue the pink bud, keeping you sane after everything you’ve been through especially when bakugou’s hands slowly drop to your ass to pull your hips through the motion with his.
like this, your bodies feel perfect slotted against one another— the grinding of your hips fluid like waves pushing and pulling against a calm shoreline. you’re made for bakugou and he is the same for you. he’s the moon to your tide, the gravity that keeps you down to earth. your everything, you decide.
you’re his everything too, it’s written amongst the almost brown flecks contrasting against his dark red eyes— especially with the way he looks at you, mirroring your content expression as you write your love in the form of teeth marks and bruises against his scarred chest. when your tongue rolls across his rosey bud, you moan— relaxed and katsuki gasps, pinching you here or there, pushing his ever growing hard on into the sanctum of your soft thighs.
you could cum like this, both of you, but there isn’t a feverishness or need to, only underneath the desire to be close to one another— to cling to the intimacy hanging in the warm air of the night. the affinity you share blooms like rose petals across your skin from the build up of the night— hazy smiles and soft touches are shared until you surface for air and all you can breathe is him.
so when you do eventually both reach your highs from grinding against one another—katsuki’s clothed dick brushing your sex in regular motions, his breath hot against your lips— his chest stings with your fixation for him, bruised purple until your body comes down from its trembles and the stress is eliminated from your bloodstream.
“love you,” you repeat into a kiss with bakugou—clothes soiled, and your chest sticky and lips bruised.
“love you too, never gonna stop loving you,” bakugou smiles, chest and pecs sore from your attention but heart beating strong for you. “no matter what,”
and katsuki? he meant every word, because even if you biting and sucking at his chest would take away from all the pain you felt, would make you soft and at ease in his arms like you were right now, he’d take your fixation over your stress any day... tender chest and all.
AH rubbing your nips against each other and the piercings catch occasionally and it feels so good even Bakugou can't keep his moans in KAKMA
## new match ! -> pierced pretty.
— re: katsuki bakugou.
— a/n: i had to turn this into full thirst bc your brain im </33 dizzy with this idea !!!
— cw: smut, mdni 18+, creampie, nipple piercings, nipple stimulation, implied multiple orgasms, implied overstimulation, katsuki is a needy dom who begs, fem!reader.
— wc: idk bc i wrote this in tumblr drafts lmao, living life on da edge.
oh cause bakugou would already have sensitive nipples, but throwing fresh piercings into the mix drives this poor guy absolutely insane !!!
usually you could make him cum just by playing with his sensitive buds alone, flicking them with your tongue or twisting them with a finger and thumb while you’re on top makes a foggy haze sit over his brain— making bakugou stupid with lust to the point where he can only tell you to shut up between breathy whines...so in the weeks after he gets them pierced bakugou is on the fucking edge of creaming his pants no matter where you are.
while they heal, poor baby has to be extra slow throwing a shirt on in the morning— because if katsuki rushes, the fabric hits his nipple piercings just right and makes is soft cock twitch to life and a shudder run down his spine. it’s even worse for bakugou when he’s at work, fighting back a gentle while training with the number one hero ( deku ) and practically struggling through a dry orgasm during an interview with reporters on national television after taking down villains.
you laugh at him for weeks about it, teasing the blonde until his cheeks are red as his eyes about all the boner’s he’s popped over his sensitive nipple piercings. he’s definitely all pouty about it, mumbling ‘s’your fuckin’ fault anyways. better fuckin’ take care of it,” breathily into your neck when he makes you jerk him off after a day of suffering. because it’s easier for him to blame you and putting the idea of matching nipple piercings into his head than for him to accept that he likes having his tits played with as much as the next guy.
when they are actually healed, bakugou’s ripping your clothes off— begging you to touch him, aching for you to feel him up. “fuck, please fucking touch me,” he’s stammering as soon as your hands touch his body, probably has you in his lap with his cock bruising your insides already :(( leaking everywhere because he’s unbelievably turned on by you twisting his nipples. “fuck, baby, play with ‘em more,”
and even though bakugou’s the one in charge; lifting his hips to pound your tight cunt, obscene squelching sounds swirling through the tight, hot air between your bodies— he can’t help but whimper against the crook of your neck, sweat on his cupid’s bow as colourful language escapes him.
a muscled arm wraps around your waist, large palms gripping your ass cheeks to bounce you over his cock until your eyes cross and fire pulses through either of your veins. you can’t focus on his words, like static in your ears underneath the dopamine and serotonin pulsing in your brain with every kiss the tip of bakugou’s cock pressed to your g-spot.
“k-katsuki, suki, i can’t, s-slow down!”
you beg, tears in your eyes and heavy lust in your brain— in reality you don’t want him to. how could you ask him to? when strings of thick arousal and milky precum connect your exhausted bodies. your poor pussy is raw and soaked through and katsuki is nowhere near close to finishing...not when you haven’t played with him yet.
“just fuckin’,” he simpers, hot against your flesh and for a second you think you can feel the chill drops of his tears against your shoulders. katsuki takes your hand, trailing it between the sticky plains of your bodies to his pert and pierced nipples, letting you thumb the metal bar that slides through them. “—here, play with me like that just— just like that, f-fuck. you know how i like it baby,”
“like...like that suki?” hot whispers slip from between your lips, smaller-than-his hand brushing over his hardened pink buds, tweaking them as best you can when your bodies are pressed flush against one another. bakugou hisses, broken in by obscene claps of his balls against your ass before he slows you to a grind— pulling you back and forth and back and forth on his swollen cock as though not to forget about your pleasure.
and then he shudders, oh god he shudders. his entire body, lean and muscled from his work on the field shakes beneath you, thighs locking, previous releases fighting to escape your tight cunt and pooling onto the couch below you. all this is for you, because of the way the pads of your cool fingers press into his flesh and the way your own pierced nipples catch on his when he fucks up into your addictive heat.
katsuki nods, barely noticeable, unlike the way his cock twitches inside of you. “like that, again baby...more, please,”
you’re wetter than wet at this point, tummy slick from your own juices or katsuki’s cum? you can no longer tell— doing your best to flick at the bars in your boyfriend’s tits as he starts up a rough pace all over again. your chest bounces with his rough and mismatched thrusts, bakugou close to blowing his load every time your piercings brush against one another. he’s getting erratic, uncontrollable as he uses your body like his own personal fucktoy.
“suki, suki...s’too much, ‘m gonna cum—!” you cry, losing your grasp of bakugou’s chest to steady yourself, the burn in your lower belly becoming too much for you to handle.
you’re gushing before you can stop yourself, the cord snapping while bakugou bucks up into you at feverish pace, ignoring how your release sloshes messily between you both and fills the air with the scent of sex. he’s too far gone, chasing his own release that you could give him from stimulating his rosey nipples. “‘m not gonna stop, can’t fuckin’ stop, can’t fuckin’ stop,” the blonde chants, words sliding over the saliva that pools on his tongue. “c’mon baby, be good f’me, fuck this cock, play with me here, fuckin’ hell,”
you’re tired, slumped over with your pussy fluttering and leaking all over the place, but do your best to help katsuki along, finding the energy in you to twist his nipples and play with his piercings until his red eyes are crossed and he’s drooling against your hot skin. his dick bulges in your tummy, sending shock waves through your weak and fucked out body.
but you can take it, you’re his good girl and you owe it to him, ‘specially after you’ve coaxed him into this nipple piercing fest. you know he’s sensitive there, you knew this would make him go crazy with savage lust— so the least you could do was sit on his fat cock as it pushes against your walls and presses up on nerves and pleasure spots you’d never even known about.
the least you could do is let katsuki bakugou tremble and shake and claw at your back as he creams inside your sweet little pussy— filled to the brim as you lock his aching cock in, feeling it pulse with the ropes of cum that paint your inner walls. all because of the nipple piercings you’d somehow convinced him to get.
bakugou sobs, chest sore and red, entire body caked in sweat while the world blurs behind his eyes until his high is over, your name written like a prayer on his lips.
a silent thank you to whichever god told him to get his nipples pierced.
