When Vampires Are Portrayed As Mainly Preying On Women That's So Unrealistic Like I'm Sorry But They're

When vampires are portrayed as mainly preying on women that's so unrealistic like I'm sorry but they're too careful especially around strange men. Dudes are much easier. You could literally lurk in a bush in the park at night and call out "whoa look at this fucked up looking squirrel" and have 3 grown men climb in immediately

welcome home

bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

wc: 4.2k

summary: your fiance is returning home after six months abroad and you can't wait to see him. Will the two of you be able to make it home before your emotions and need for each other take over?

cw: FLUFF, SMUT (no real dynamics, soft sex, car sex, praise kink (giving and receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, biting, riding, big dick bakugou supremacy, manhandling, one ass slap but its sweet i promise), established relationship, implied that reader is shorter than bakugou, bakugou lifts reader and manhandles her, nicknames (princess, angel, variety of girl variations)

a/n: happy birthday to the love of my life and husband. you deserve the world and i'm going to go bake you cupcakes right now. cheers to the only man i will stay up until five am writing for.

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

Roller wheels glide over the metal grates leading to the escalator as you bounce on your feet. You probably look like a crazy woman: your head constantly bobbing and scanning to see around the other people crowding the waiting area of the airport.

You're all here for the same reason; many of Japan’s top pro-heroes went abroad for consultation missions and today is the day that most of them are returning.

It’s been the longest six weeks of your life, anxiously waiting for your fiance to come home. Calls and video chats are nothing compared to the real thing. You can’t wait to see him, to touch him, and that’s probably the reason you arrived two hours early.

One by one, you watch as families are reunited with their heroes; they laugh and hug, making your heart hurt until you are the sole person left in the waiting area.

Maybe being so early wasn't a good idea.

You take a seat and get comfortable, checking the time only to realize you still have an hour and twenty minutes until Bakugou’s plane is scheduled to land.

Your head falls into your hands and you replay the day Bakugou left for the millionth time.

His normally spikey hair was crushed under a baseball hat and his red eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. You had made fun of him then, having to fly commercial and disguising himself to avoid being recognized in the airport, but now you can’t wait to see the brim of that old tattered All-Might hat.

You remember what he said when tears started forming in your eyes as he said goodbye, “It’s only 6 weeks, princess. Betcha won't even notice I’m gone.”

But you could feel the tremble in his arms when he hugged you one last time. And if you could put money on it, you’d be willing to bet he was hiding his watery eyes with his sunglasses. Tricky bastard.

But none of that matters now, you remind yourself because he’s going to be here in —you check your phone again— an hour and eighteen minutes.

You let out an exasperated sigh as you slouch down in the chair, throwing your arm over your eyes.

A small nudge to your shoulder makes you open your eyes and you're face to face with Inko Midoriya. You blink away the haze and realize that you must have dozed off.

“Hi dear, time to wake up. The boys should be here any minute!”

You sit up, blinking away the sleep still clouding your eyes, and look over at a beaming Inko. She must be so excited to see Izuku after so long, and you can't help but smile back at her.

“Thanks for waking me up, I didn't realize I had fallen asleep. Are you here alone? Where’s—”

“Oh don't worry about her, she's at home finishing dinner to surprise Izuku. He still thinks she's abroad so it will be a nice surprise.

You laugh and shake your head. “That makes sense. When did you get here?”

“Just over an hour ago,” she smiles, “I sat down next to you and did some reading.”

“Thanks, Inko.” She told you to stop calling her ‘Mrs. Midoriya’ years ago but even now it feels weird to address her by her first name. You look down at your phone and their plane definitely should have landed by now. The excited energy that your nap stole from you is starting to return. “Should we go wait with everyone else?”

She puts her book away and the two of you make your way toward the rest of the crowd. Mothers, fathers, children, partners, and friends all wait for their expected hero. Some have signs or merch but no one can beat Inko.

She reaches into her bag, pulling out a green knitted scarf with ‘D E K U’ knitted in a dull yellow, and holds it tightly in her hands. She looks so adorable waiting for him and you can't help linking your arm with hers, hoping that it can ground both of you because you feel like you're going to float away.

The first hero comes into view, a young upstart a year or two under Katsuki and Izuku. She waves at the security guard sitting at the ‘no re-entry’ desk before being greeted by squeals and running hugs from three girls that look like they could be her sisters. She almost falls over from the force of it but after a few seconds of suffocating hugs, she manages to get the girls to keep moving towards the exit.

Your heart starts to beat faster in your chest and you don't know what you're going to do when you see him. Will it be a movie reunion where you jump into his arms and share a searing kiss? Or will you be frozen in this spot unable to move?

You have a lot of time to ponder it as more and more heroes emerge. You even get a high five from Denki before he dashes off towards the subway.

The crown thins out until there are only a handful of you left waiting, including you and Inko.

The excited racing of your heart starts to turn into anxiety. What if they got detained, or went to the wrong airport, or even worse, what if something happened to their plane? You haven't checked your phone for news since you got here; what if there was an attack and you missed it?

Your palms start to sweat and the tightening in your chest is only egging on the anxious energy inside you. But before you can start to spiral, Inko taps her hand on yours. You look over at her and there are tears brimming in her eyes.

You follow her gaze and see them.

Kirishima’s bright red hair draws your attention first; his jean jacket and black hat can't hide his enormous stature as he adjusts his backpack over his shoulder, smiling at Deku next to him.

Izuku's hand moves wildly, recounting some tale from his time abroad. His fluffy green hair ruffles as he walks, pulling his roller bag along behind him.

And then you look at him.

Your heart sputters in your chest. His spikey hair is messily stuffed under that old baseball cap, and he wears a dark green jacket over a plain white tee. The duffle bag strap is slung over his shoulder and even for how heavy it is, it's nothing for him.

You fight the smile forming on your face as you watch him. The group hasn’t spotted you yet, giving you more time to take in the beauty that is Bakugou Katsuki.

You can see from here that his eyebrows are furrowed. He must be annoyed at whatever story Izuku is telling, and you're sure you'll hear all about it later.

Eijiro leans forward and looks around Deku at Katsuki, saying something that makes Bakugou turn his head away with a pout. Izuku and Eijiro howl with laughter until Kirishima notices you. He puts his hand on Deku’s shoulder, tilting his head towards you, and the two of them share a look before turning back to their blonde friend.

Kirishima rests his elbow on Izuku’s shoulder and the two of them say something in sync that makes Katsuki’s red eyes flare. His lips upturn into a sneer and he's about to yell at them until Kirishima sends him a full smile and points his thumb in your direction.

Bakugou’s face turns and when he sees you, everything about him softens. His chest deflates and the tension that's been building in his shoulders over the past few months finally releases.

His gaze pierces your soul and the air around you whirls with exhilaration. You take a deep breath as tears form in the corner of your eyes.

He's finally here.

Finally home.

You take a deep breath in; you can't look away from him. Six months without him is six months too long.

Katsuki turns to his friends, spitting a few words and flipping them off before he starts to jog towards you.

Inko pats your hand again, before removing your hands from her arm. “Go get him.”

You give her a smile and nod as Bakugou passes over the ‘no re entry’ line.

Your feet move on their own, and you run towards him.

He drops his duffle bag on the ground, and you are swept into his open arms. You wrap your arms around his neck as he hoists you up, holding you against his warm body.

All of your senses are enveloped by him. All you can see, smell, feel. It's all him. The blonde of his hair under his hat, the aftershave he used this morning, his strong arms anchoring you to his soul. It’s everything you've been dreaming of since he left.

He nuzzles his nose into your shirt, taking a deep breath, “I missed you.”

You nod your head and sniffle, “Me too, so much.”

Katsuki’s arms tighten around you as Kirishima pats him on the back. “See you guys later, I’ve got to go surprise a special someone.” He gives a two-fingered salute and heads towards the metro entrance with a skip in his step.

Bakugou leans forward, placing your feet on the floor, but he refuses to let go of you. His hands move to your hips, pulling you closer against him.

You grab the bill of his hat, taking it off his head to place it on your own head, backwards. He ruffles his flattened hair before his eyes fall to yours and he smiles. He actually smiles, and it makes your heart soar.

Your breath mingles as the two of you share this moment and you can't take your eyes off him. Everything about him feels right, like the puzzle piece of your soul that is finally returned to you.

He cups your face with the palm of his hand and his gaze falls to your lips. His eyes are half-lidded and filled with love as he licks his lips.

“Missed this,” he softly whispers, slowly leaning closer and closer to you., until your lips meet.

His lips are soft as he presses them to yours. Your eyes flutter close as his fingers brush against your cheek. Your heart glows in your chest as he slowly drags his lips over yours and butterflies erupt in your stomach. Your hands squeeze at the fabric of his shirt, bunching up the fabric and holding him still against you.

You don't want the kiss to end, who cares if you're in an airport or if people can watch. You're his and he's yours and you need everyone here, everyone in Japan, and everyone in the world to know it. Your man, your fiance, your Katsuki.

You start to run out of breath and pull away from him and place your forehead against his, breathing him in and letting your hearts reset until they are beating in sync once again.

There's no way the smile on your face is leaving anytime soon, and the crinkle in the corner of Katsuki’s eyes tells you how happy he is to be back with you.

Izuku clears his throat next to you, and the two of you turn towards him.

“We’re going to get going, get home safe, alright? And dinner next week, don't forget!” Deku puts on the scarf his mother made and walks towards the exit with his arm around her shoulder as Inko wipes at the tears in her eyes.

Katsuki places a quick kiss on the crown of your head and leans down to collect his bag, throwing the strap back over his shoulder. You cuddle into his side, wrapping your arms around his middle, and he takes the opportunity to put his hand in your back pocket.

“So, what floor did you park on?” he asks, pinching your butt through the fabric.

You take a deep breath, smelling his deodorant t and smile up at him, “You know I only park on the ninth floor.”

“Yeah, that's my fucking girl.” He smirks, kissing the top of your head again as you make your way to the elevator.

You ask him about his flight as you head towards the car, riding the elevator up to the top floor, and lead him towards the car, although it isn't hard to find. It's the only one on the entire floor.

The ninth floor is your best-kept secret; no one ever parks up here. Why park on the ninth floor when floors six, seven, and eight are all completely empty? It's become a little ritual of yours: park on the ninth, get dicked down, and deal with airport traffic happy and content, holding his hand. It makes perfect sense.

The black SUV sits at the far corner and you unlock it with a smile. Katsuki leads you towards the side of the car, opening the door for you graciously.

He watches you climb in and you make yourself comfortable against the opposite door as he quickly opens the hatch and throws his duffle bag in.

Katsuki closes the hatch with an eagerness that makes you giggle and jogs back to the open door. He takes a quick look around for any prying eyes that he may have missed before he climbs into the car and closes the door behind him.

The electric air in the car pulls you closer together, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. The warm air in the car only makes your body feel hotter and every second that you're not kissing him is a minute wasted.

The car is only illuminated by the garage lights outside and, through the blacked-out windows, not a lot of the light makes it through. But even so, you can see how his eyes bore into you, undressing you with his intense gaze.

Six months away and not being able to see him, his cock, not being able to feel him inside you, or the way that his hands cling to you. It’s been torture, and you’ve spent countless nights imagining how he touches your body.

And now here he is.

He takes off his jacket, throwing it in the back, and leaving him in nothing other than his white t-shirt and jeans. He barely gives you any time to admire the way his muscles bulge in the shirt before he’s kissing you.

It’s nothing like your kiss in the airport. This is hungry and all-consuming. His lips move against yours, pulling you into a duel, and you can't refuse.

You thread your hands into his hair, pulling him closer until he's practically crushing you against the door, but you've missed him too much to care. Who needs oxygen when you have him?

He deepens the kiss, tilting his head and rolling his tongue against yours. It's sloppy and messy as your teeth clash together. It's an engrossing lust that devours every inch of you.

The touch of his hands against your skin under your shirt, the fierce passion that he exudes into everything, the soft sigh that escapes you as the tip of his tongue runs along yours. You're going to burn up at this rate.

Moisture begins to pool between your legs and you need relief. You need him.

“Katsuki,” you moan into his mouth and he groans from the sound. His hands understand what you need and he starts to undo the button on your pants. It's a bad angle, a bad position, but he guides his hand down your pants, reaching the very deepest part of you.

You know you're wet, and from the sound he makes as he glides his fingers through your folds, you must be soaking.

“You're so fucking hot.” He sneers before he plunges two fingers inside of you.

Your mouth falls open and your eyes roll into the back of your head. His fingers curl inside you and you're reminded of how well he knows your body.

His hand moves faster, curling inside you as his lips attach to your neck, kissing your skin.

You grab at his shoulder, grounding yourself as he inserts a third finger inside you. The stretch is enough for you to gasp but it's nothing compared to the stretch from his cock.

You buck your hips into his hand, and your jeans ride down your hips giving him better access to every part of you.

His thumb circles your clit, and you can feel the building pressure in you, ready to snap.

His lips against your neck turn into teeth as he nips at your skin, just enough to sting, but it's enough to send you over the edge. You gush around his fingers, your cunt pulsing as your orgasm rockets through you. Your back arches as you claw at Katsuki’s shirt, letting out a strangled moan as he pulls his fingers from you.

You look at him through tired eyes; his half-lidded gaze focuses on your heaving chest until slowly his eyes meet yours. A smile spreads across his face, twisted in a way, sending another round of heat through you.

He raises an eyebrow at you. “What, angel? Tired already? You haven't even gotten to the main course yet.”

“You're right, what’s taking you so long?” you reply, pushing him back, before grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head.

The devil dances behind his eyes as he smirks. His hands long to caress the flesh that you've just exposed to him, but if you want to play, he can play too.

He grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls at the fabric, until his forearm hits the roof of the car. His shirt is halfway up his arms, covering his face and he can't move his arms enough to get the shirt off without flailing around.

You cover your laugh as he tries pulling at the fabric again and once again hitting the ceiling. After another attempt, he lets his arms fall limp towards you.

You can hear the pout in his voice as he asks for help, slightly raising up his arms in your direction.

You shake your laugh away, slightly cooing at him, “Say still, let me just—” You pull the fabric over his arms and when it gets to his hands, he balls it up into an angry lump, throwing it on the car floor.

“Damn thing.” His red eyes rake over your form until landing on your pants. “These next.”

You kick off your shoes as Katsuki grabs the waist of your pants and underwear and starts pulling them down. You lift your hips to help him and as the fabric is pulled off of you, the fabric starts to catch on itself and begins turning inside out. By the time the fabric reaches your feet, it’s all wound around and clings to your ankles.

“Come on,” he says with a grunt and a final pull, ripping the fabric off of you. It joins his disowned shirt on the floor and Katsuki huffs in frustration.

You push him back; you don't dare let him attempt to take off his own pants, unless you want the car blown up at his failure.

You can feel how hard he is under the fabric of his jeans, and it makes your mouth water.

“Damn, princess, you’re—” you tug on his belt, as a gasp leaves his mouth, “—you’re fucking eager for it, huh?”

“Mhmm, and I don't want you to blow anything just yet,” you respond, slipping your fingers under the waistband of his pants. His skin is warm against your fingers as you pull down and the fabric slides to his ankles with ease.

His leaky cock rests against his thigh, the weight of him unable to hold itself up. You almost get lost thinking about how big he is and how he feels sliding into the back of your throat, but the promise of him filling you up is much too good to pass up.

“Come ‘ere.” He demands and you sit up on your knees and move closer to him, until he grabs your thigh. His thick hands manhandle you until you're straddling him.

One of his hands rests along your hip while the other caresses your jaw. He leans forward, capturing your lips in another kiss.

You experimentally grind your hips down, brushing his cock against your folds and Bakugou groans into your mouth.

His cock is so thick, and you can feel the head catch against your clit as you continue pressing down against him. You slide against the thick vein running from base to tip along the top of him while his tongue licks against the roof of your mouth.

You swirl your hips, catching the head of his cock against your entrance. Katsuki reaches between your bodies, holding his huge cock in his hand to make it easier to sink down on.

You slowly lower yourself on him and it really does feel like you're being split in half as he pushes him deeper into you.

Your eyes flutter when he's fully inside you. The soft head of his cock resting snug inside you is a feeling you can only describe as being full. Your head falls back as you savor the stretch.

Katsuki kisses up your neck, nipping at your skin as he slowly makes his way back to your lips.

You roll your hips, making him gasp against your neck, and set a slow pace. Each grind of your hips pushes him against that spongy spot inside you. His hard cock pressing in and out, setting a slow greedy pace.

“Fuck,” Katsuki’s voice rasps, “‘M not gonna last. You feel too damn good.”

You let out a shakey breath as his hands grip at your waist. “Me too. So full.”

The steamy air around you doesn't help with the sweat on your body, but even so, you feel ethereal. You're fucking the love of your life like two horny teenagers in an airport parking garage. You‘ll need to stop this behavior eventually but god, you never want this to stop.

Your legs start to shake around him and your hips stutter. It’s hard to keep pace when every muscle in your body is tensing. You steady yourself by grabbing onto Katsuki’s shoulders, digging your fingernails into his skin as you moan his name.

There's a primal look in his eyes as he grabs your ass, and as he flexes his biceps, you realize what he's doing. He’s moving your body for you, bouncing you on his cock.

His muscles bulge under your hand as he guides you down his cock over and over again. Your cunt clamps down around him, making it even harder for him to move, but he keeps going.

Your moans are starting to burn your throat, your voice starting to scratch your throat as you moan, begging for more of him.

His ragged breathing is mixed with whines and your brain can hardly process anything, only the feel of his warm hands against you. The rough palms holding you, the warmth they exude over every piece of you. It drowns your mind and makes your eyes heavy.

“So strong,” you babble, “Feels so good, Kats. Always so good to me.”

His movements stutter at your words until you clench around him again. His hips thrusting into you as he drags his cock in and out of you with dizzying friction.

“‘Can feel you're ‘bout to cum, so cum for me, pretty girl.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you cum with his name on your lips. Your mind sent up to cloud nine as your cunt milks him, pulling him deeper within you.

He thrusts a few more times in you and holds you against him, squeezing your ass as he pumps you full of his cum. The muscles on his neck strain as his body twitches with the force of his orgasm.

Your body relaxes against him and you rest your head on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.

Katsuki isn’t much better as he leans his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes with a small smile.

The muscles in your legs twitch and you clench around him still inside you.

He shakes his head and speaks, “Don't squeeze me—” he lets his hand fall against your ass giving you a light motivating spank “—come on, off.”

You refuse, clinging on to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold on tightly and pout, “No, I wanna stay full.”

You feel his dick kick inside you as he huffs. You know if he really wanted you to get off, he would have done it already.

He stretches his neck, cracking it on one side. “I just got home, I don't want to ‘woman’ you already.

“But I like when you do,” you say as you draw a heart on his chest with your finger absentmindedly.

He rolls his eyes and levels his gaze on you. “Off, woman, so we can go home and I can fuck you properly.”

You kiss his cheek sweetly. “Well, when you put it like that…”

“Yeah, I knew that’d get you.” He grabs your face and pulls you into a searing kiss. His lips smile against yours and you thread your hands into his hair, scratching gently at his scalp.

“Welcome home, Katsuki.”

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