#bakugo x fem reader

DYNAMIGHT ADVERTIZING.

warnings: she/her pronouns used. strong language. counter sex. size kink. tiny bit of body worship. praise n condescending comments from katsuki.
wc:1.1k
synopsis: katsuki brings home some of his newest merch for you to try on, but he definitely wasn’t expecting you to look that good in it.

katsuki knew he liked it when you wore his clothes; fuck, it was one of his favorite things, but this was different. his sweatpants that were three sizes too big on you were now replaced with tacky shorts that had ‘DYNAMIGHT’ plastered on the ass of them, topped off with a cute hoodie with his name along the sleeves. it was cheesy, you weren’t going to overlook that, but all in all, it was undeniably cute. 

katsukis signature colors adorned your body with tight-fitting fabrics that clung perfectly to your curves in a way that made him flushed and made every snarky comeback he would usually spitfire long gone.

he had brought home some of his merchandise for you to try on and take a few promo pictures in together, but that plan seemingly flew out the window when he saw you in them.

you peeked out of your shared bedroom door, fully letting yourself leave when you saw him leaning on the counter waiting for you. “katsuki,” you called his name, waiting to continue talking until he looked at you. “whaddya think? does it look good?”

his jaw fell slack when he saw you and he sucked his teeth, blood red eyes training on you. “fuck yeah it does, you kiddin me?” 

“you think so?”

“mhm, now, cmere.” he beckoned you over, sitting you up on the counter so he could stand between your legs that he held open with his hands. “you,” he began, lips ghosting over yours, “are so fucking pretty.” you adverted your eyes, and he just laughed and kept talking. “in fact, you look like you’re my biggest fan,” he teased, eyes boring into yours. 

“shut it,” you gently flicked his shoulder, a gentle laugh bubbling from your lips to hide your embarrassment. 

nonetheless, his warm hands that he placed firmly on your back were hard to ignore. you leaned into his touch, humming in content when his warm hands traveled lower, middle and ring finger tracing the elastic of the shorts. “katsuki,” you muttered his name, and he just let his eyes flicker to yours before going back to your waist, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips as his hands daunted lower. 

“huh?” 

“you jus’ gonna ignore what we’re supposed to be doing right now?” you questioned, and he let out an amused huff. 

“fuckin’, maybe?” he laughed, and you just shook your head, pretending like his calloused hands didn’t leave a trail of goosebumps on your skin while they made their way up your stomach and under your shirt. 

you tried to think of something snarky to say, but decided to settle with a quiet hymn of okay instead. he let his head rest against your shoulder while one hand traced the underwire of your bra and the other fiddled with the fabric of your shorts. “careful,” you began, “keep feeling me up like that and i might just become one of your biggest fans.” 

his sharp inhale was audible, and you failed to bite back the laugh that bubbled out of your throat. you knew he was keen on praise, but you just loved how he fell apart in your hand and turned into putty at every little comment. 

“just ‘might’?” he questioned, quirking an eyebrow. “we might have to fix that. cant have you thinking i’m anything less than the man of your dreams,” he jeered. 

“i dont know how truthful that is. guess youre gonna have to put your body to work to prove it, huh?” 

“i’m not worried. you know my money is where my mouth is, yeah?”

with that, he pressed a kiss to your neck, littering them up to your jaw. he chuckled low when you tilted your neck to give him more access. 

“want me to touch you so bad that you’re just givin’ it up, huh?” 

you whined before running a hand through his hair and scratching his scalp, to which he hummed. he sucked a hickey onto your collarbone, moving his hands and taking your bra off more expertly then you could have done it. 

“hands of a magician,” he commented, laughing at his own joke after. 

“so dumb,” you shook your head with faux dissapointment before moving to take your shirt off. he swatted your hands away, quietly tsking in the back of his throat. 

“gonna keep the shirt on for me? i wanna see how pretty you look all fucked out ‘nd representing your favorite hero. could you do that for me?” his words were dipped in honey, and you melted into each syllable. 

he grabbed the undersides of your thighs and slid you forward, pulling you off the counter just so he could bend you over it and see his hero name plastered over his girl, exactly where he wanted it. 

“glad you know who this piece of ass belongs to,” he muttered in a breathy sigh, hand massaging it with a hard pressure. “can i,” he began, letting his voice trail off with a questioning tone. it only took your meek uh-huh before he spanked you one, two, three times. “sorry, jus’ like seeing that ass jiggle,” he laughed before pulling the shorts and your panties to the side. “ready?”

“ready,” you smiled, flattening your hands on the marble countertop to try and prepare yourself. 

you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to try and shut yourself up, breathless fuck’s spilled from your mouth as he slid into you, one hand on your lower back and the other next to yours on the counter. he let out deep groans, digging his head into the nook between your shoulder and neck once he bottomed out. you could feel his built body against yours, and you squirmed under him, silently pleading for some friction, though the stretch between your legs was serving you pleasure. 

“hold fuckin’ still,” he muttered, standing back up straight and resting on his elbows, capturing your body between his arms. 

the initial pumps were slow and tedious; teasing rolls of his hips drove you insane, and you grabbed at nothing, body feeling feverish as you plead for it; rougher, faster, deeper. 

who was katsuki to deny those demands? he couldn’t- not when your every moan and whimper sounded so pretty underneath him.  

“gonna pound you, yeah?” he asked for permission.

“yeah, please,” you arched your back into the counter some more, letting his increasingly rough spanks and thrusts swallow your conscience. 

a rough hand grasped your neck, pulling your head up from its resting space on the chilling counter. “you’re real lucky to be fucked by the dynamight, huh?” he jeered, and you nodded. “what’s that?”

“i am!” your voice shrilled, embarrassment and desperation entangling. 

“thats fuckin’ right, you are,” he huffed, biting his lip. you could feel the countertops growing hot next to where his hands were planted, and you couldn’t help but attempt to dully note how much he lost his exposure when he was using you. “you’re so fuuckin’good.”

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