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the-singlest-pringle · 2 years

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Thawed Out

Bakugou chooses to ignore the fact that he's low on spoons and goes out to the new cafe that opened with the Bakusquad. Things don't go too well and someone ends up crying in an alley.

ft. projection so powerful that it can reach the moon, Midoriya deserving all the love, Kirishima being the most amazing best friend, and someone give Bakugou a damn hug (only with consent, though)!

Warnings: self-harm in the form of hitting, detailed depiction of a meltdown (if that's triggering to you)

A/N: Bold text within quotes is Bakugou talking through AAC.

Read it here on AO3

Bakugou sat in his dorm room doing his homework. Unlike his classmates, he would always finish his homework on Friday so that he could focus on other things during the weekend. The day had already been exhausting. The worst part was, he felt exhausted for no apparent reason. There was nothing special about the day schedule wise. But he did wake up feeling more drained than usual, making every little thing feel like the end of the world. Bakugou had a love-hate relationship with his brain. He knew that he was highly intelligent, but sometimes he didn’t think it was worth all the other issues that came with his brain.

He saw one of his rigged lamps flicker, signaling that someone was at his door. He begrudgingly put his hearing aids back in to hear who it was.

“Bakugou!!!” A cheery voice called through the door. It’s Kirishima. “Do you want to go to that new french cafe that just opened? It’s a fifteen minute walk from here and the rest of the squad wanted to check it out.”

Bakugou opened the door to reveal an idiot with bright red hair and a shark-toothed smile. Just his presence managed to make Bakugou feel a little better.

“So? You coming? The place seems pretty popular,” Kirishima says in a sing-song voice to try and sell his point. A crowded cafe was probably not where he wanted to be right now.

“I can’t. I’m, uh… sick,” Bakugou stutters out the first excuse that pops into his head.

“That was a terrible excuse. Come on! We haven’t hung out all day!”

“I was literally with you all day,” Bakugou deadpans.

“Yeah. But you barely talked. Honestly I think this is the first time I’ve heard you talk today.”

“Maybe you’re just not worth talking to.”

“Don’t lie, Bakubro. I know you love me!”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Please come. It’ll be fun. I swear! We won’t be out for long,” Kirishima pleads, pouting his lips.

Bakugou sighs. He could handle it. “Fucking fine, Shitty Hair. I’ll go if it’ll get you off my back. But I can’t guarantee that I won't cry.” That last sentence was the truth, but he knew Kirishima wouldn’t think much of it.

“Ha! So dramatic. Besides, you’re more of a screamer,” Kirishima teases.

“Are we fucking going or not?!”

“Yeah! You’re the best, bro.”

“Whatever. Let’s just get this shit over with.”

Bakugou was already low on spoons, but he had just enough to appease his idiots. He could make it through the night.

The closer they got to the cafe, the less sure he became of that statement.

Immediately after Kirishima opens the door for him, he is assaulted with a barrage of sensory input. Over ten different light sources that he could count. The mixing smells of all of the food items and drinks they sold. And the god-awful sound of dozens of conversations reverberating off of brick walls. Unfortunately Kirishima was right about this place being popular. The redhead smiled brightly with excitement as Bakugou fought off the urge to vomit.

The squad chose the table near the back left corner, waving at him and Kirishima when they got closer, having arrived about five minutes before. Everyone orders a drink and a savory item from the menu, except Bakugou. He just orders a banana bread slice. His friends continue to converse as Bakugou takes a bite of his slice, immediately making a face when it hits his mouth. Way too fucking sweet and soft.

Ashido giggles. “That bad, Blasty?”

Kaminari reached over the table to steal a piece. Normally, Bakugou would yell at Kaminari for touching his food, but he also knew that he was definitely not touching that banana bread again.

When Kaminari takes a bite, his face lights up. “Bro! This is so good! What are you on?”

“It’s fine. ‘M not hungry. Take it,” Bakugou mumbles, kneading his hands.

“Your loss, man.” Kaminari wastes no time in taking the rest of the bread and inhaling it. Bakugou cringes at the sight of him talking with his mouth full, so he turns his gaze towards his lap and continues playing with his fingers.

Every minute is more painful than the last sitting there. He became less and less engaged, going from short sentences to one word answers to nods and eventually nothing. He had been fighting the urge to cry the entire time, and that battle was becoming increasingly more difficult. Everything hurt. Every noise was grating on his ears. All of the lights were headache-inducing. The smells made his stomach churn. And now he could feel everything. He could feel the fabric of his shirt rubbing against his chest. Even though it was already unbuttoned to the middle of his sternum, the offending piece of clothing suddenly felt suffocating. He could feel the way his pants tightened around his thighs when he sat down. He could feel his socks and the pressure of the shoes trapping his feet.

Bakugou knew he had surpassed his limit a long time ago, and he wished he had left or not come at all. His breaths became more shallow and he lost his battle against holding back the tears, feeling them starting to pool in his eyes.

Everything was too much. He should probably tell Kirishima, but he lost his voice about fifteen minutes ago. The squad was too engrossed in their conversation to notice Bakugou, until he failed to bite back a sob. All of the heads turned to him just as he brought a tightly clenched fist to his face to quickly wipe the tears that were now rolling down his cheeks.

“Woah, Bakugou. Are you okay?” Jirou asks with concern but also shock lacing her voice.

Bakugou just stood up, quickly taking off his hearing aids and stuffing them in his pocket. He clamped his hands tightly over his ears and walked as fast as he could out of the cafe.

Bakugou sat in the alleyway next to the cafe, knees drawn up to his chest, eyes clenched shut, trying his hardest to block out any noise. He may be going deaf but he wasn’t completely deaf, and as of right now, any sound is too much. Even hearing his own loud sobs was too much. Bakugou was extremely overwhelmed and dysregulated, rocking violently and occasionally stomping his foot or hitting his leg repetitively in an attempt to regulate.

“What was that about?” Ashido asks.

“I have no idea.” Kaminari says, slowly taking a bite from his sandwich.

“Oh god. This was my fault. He said he didn’t want to go and I made him come anyway. He even said ‘I can’t guarantee that I won’t cry’, but I thought he was joking!” Kirishima cries.

“I can’t believe he actually said that to you.” Sero says in disbelief.

“Don’t you know, Jirou? Kirishima is the only person Bakugou is that open with because he’s in looove with Kiri.” Kaminari teases.

“Shut up, Kaminari. Now is not the time for jokes.” Jirou scolds, poking one of her jacks into his side.

“I’m gonna go find him and see if he’s alright.” Kirishima stands up, his face determined to help his best friend.

“Keep us updated, okay?” Ashido says with worry.

It wasn’t hard to find Bakugou, following the sounds of sobs that came from the alley beside the cafe.

Kirishima’s heart broke at what he saw. “Bakugou?” He puts a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, but Bakugou fully screams and flinches away.

“Hey, man. Please don’t cry! I’m sorry for making you come! I didn’t mean to make you upset. Can you tell me what’s wrong? Did I do something?” Bakugou didn’t answer. He just kept crying. Kirishima tries grabbing his wrist to stop him from hitting himself, but Bakugou just screams again and scrambles further away. Well, I was right about Bakugou being a screamer.

Kirishima was near panic now, not knowing what to do or how to help. He pulls out his phone to text Ashido, just to let her know the situation. The squad probably wouldn’t be too helpful at the moment.

Private message between Ashido Mina and Kirishima Eijirou

rock hard:

bakugou isnt doing too hot

but dont come. i’ll text if I need backup

ashy toe:

i’ll let the others know and tell them not to come

rock hard:

thanks

Kirishima thinks about calling Midoriya. He knows Bakugou the best, right? He probably knows what to do. He quickly dials Midoriya’s number. It rings twice before connecting.

“Hi, Kirishima! What’s up?” Kirishima silently thanks the universe for Midoriya being so quick to answer.

“Midoriya… It’s Bakugou. I don’t know what’s happening but something’s wrong and I don’t know what to do! I called hoping you might be able to help.” Kirishima can’t help the panicked edge to his voice.

“Is he okay? Is he safe?”

“He’s safe. And he’s okay physically… Well he keeps hitting himself. He’s definitely not okay emotionally.”

“Hmm. Can you explain the situation more and what led up to that?”

“We all went to the new cafe that opened up in Sendai 1-Chome. The rest of the squad wanted to go because the reviews were really good. Mina and I passed it three days ago and it looked pretty busy so it must be good, right?” Midoriya hums thoughtfully at that comment.

“I made Bakugou come because I didn’t want him to be left out. He had been silent the entire time we were there and out of nowhere he just started crying! He pretty much ran out of the cafe with his hands over his ears and now we’re in the alley. Bakugou is not doing too well. He’s crying pretty hard, bordering on screaming. He’s rocking back and forth and he won’t let me touch him. It sounds like he’s in pain. Oh god, is he in pain, Midoriya?!” Kirishima finishes frantically.

Midoriya breathes out a heavy sigh. “Kacchan is fine. Or, he will be. He’s just having a meltdown. It’ll pass. The cafe probably put him into sensory overload.”

What does that mean? This is way out of my depth, Kirishima thinks. “What can I do? How can I help him?”

“Just give him space. Try not to make too much noise. Do not touch him unless he gives you permission. Make sure nobody bothers you guys. The less people there are, the better. Actually, do you happen to have headphones on you? Preferably noise canceling?”

Kirishima lowers his volume. “No, I don’t. But I think Jirou might.”

“Could you go get them? Hand the phone to Kacchan while you do that. Just put it on the ground in front of him.”

“Okay. I will.” Kirishima puts the phone on speaker and places it in front of Bakugou. “It’s Midoriya.”

“Hey, Kacchan. Rough day, huh? I know Greta always cheers you up.” Midoriya starts to softly sing what sounds like an American song.

Kirishima runs back into the cafe. He snakes through the crowd, apologizing to every person he accidentally runs into. When he reaches the squad’s table, they all look pretty worried.

“Is Bakugou okay?” Sero asks.

“Should we come with you?” Ashido slowly starts to get up.

“No! It’s fine. He’s fine,” Kirishima brushes off quickly. “Hey, Jirou. Do you have your headphones with you?”

“Yes… Why?” Jirou asks apprehensively. Kirishima is thankful that they don’t press past his brief answer.

“Can I borrow them? Please?”

“Yeah. You can. What do you need them for?”

“I’ll explain later. But I really need those right now.”

“Okay. I trust you Kirishima.” Jirou pulls her headphones out of her backpack and hands them to him.

“Thanks, Jirou. You’re the best.” He quickly takes the headphones and runs back out to the alley.

Midoriya is at the tail end of singing when Kirishima returns, finishing soon after he arrives. Bakugou’s sobs are less like screaming now and he’s not rocking as violently, so Kirishima takes that as a good sign. He picks up his phone again.

“Hey, Midoriya. I have the headphones.”

“Good. Do you think you could get Kacchan’s attention enough to ask if he wants them on? Don’t expect a verbal response.”

“Yeah. I can do that.” Kirishima kneels down in front of the blond and holds out the headphones for him to see. “Bakugou? I have headphones. Can I put them on for you?”

Bakugou gives a minute nod through his tears.

“Alright.” Kirishima slips the headphones on, trying as much as he can to reduce contact. He puts the phone back up to his ear. “Now what?”

“Just wait. You can sit next to him, but don’t sit too close. When he’s ready, take him back to the dorms. Don’t ask him any questions. He will talk when he’s ready. But he probably won’t be speaking for the rest of the night. When he gets in his room, you can put on a documentary. Sea creatures or anything All Might. He’ll probably fall asleep pretty quickly.”

“Okay. Yeah, I can do that. Thank you so much for the help, Midoriya.”

“Thank you, Kirishima, for being there to help Kacchan. I’ll come by his dorm later to check in on him.”

“Alright. Bye, dude.”

“Bye.”

Kirishima sighs softly and sits next to Bakugou. The tears are silent now. He’s still rocking, but less frantically. Kirishima notices him flapping his hands. If he flaps them any harder he’ll probably fly away. Kirishima chuckles to himself at that imagery. They sit in silence for another ten minutes until Bakugou is almost still and has switched to fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt and chewing on the collar.

Bakugou lets out a slow exhale. He sniffs one more time and wipes his face with his sleeve before standing. Kirishima stands up with him.

“You ready to go back to the dorms?”

Bakugou nods, his eyes glued to the floor.

“I’m just gonna tell everyone else that we’re leaving so they don’t get too worried.

Bakugou just gives another nod.

Private Message with Ashido Mina and Kirishima Eijirou

rock hard:

hey mina

Im heading back to the dorms with Bakugou. Can u tell the others?

ashy toe:

is blasty ok?

rock hard:

hes doing better now

sorry for leaving so abruptly

ashy toe:

its ok!

u don’t have to apologize

i’ll tell everyone

rock hard:

thanks mina

ashy toe:

np!

tell blasty I said feel better!

“Alright. Let’s go.”

The walk was silent, but not uncomfortable. Kirishima still sent anxious glances towards Bakugou, but he felt more calm since Bakugou had stabilized. He notices the occasional stray tear that would be quickly wiped away, but doesn’t say anything. It was only 19:30 and curfew was at 21:00, so thankfully the common room was empty.

Upon entering the room, Bakugou immediately makes a beeline to his closet, grabbing a towel, night clothes, and a shower caddy. He makes his way back toward the door, Kirishima following with the intent of going back to his room. But Bakugou stops him with a hand and closes the door behind him. He must want me to wait here, Kirishima thinks. He walks over to Bakugou’s desk and moves the laptop to his bed. He leaves the screen open on Netflix in the documentary section for when Bakugou gets back.

Fifteen minutes later, Bakugou returns with wet hair wearing fresh clothes and actually has his hearing aids in. His face is significantly less blotchy, but his eyes are still red-rimmed. He hangs up his towel and throws his day clothes into the hamper.

“Hey, bro!” Kirishima says cheerily, but gets no response. “Still not talking?”

Bakugou looks in his direction and presses his mouth into a thin line before grabbing what looks to be a tablet with an obnoxiously orange case from his shelf. He sits on his bed and fiddles with it a bit before a robotic voice rings out. “Sorry.”

Immediately, Kirishima’s face lights up with wonder and he walks over to sit next to Bakugou. “Woah! What is that?”

Bakugou presses the screen a few more times before the voice starts up again. “This is an AAC app - Augmentative and Alternative Communication. It talks for me when I can’t.”

“That’s so cool! What can you say?”

“Anything. Typing is hard right now. I am using preset options.”

“Awe. So you can’t say my name?”

Bakugou smirks and taps the screen twice. “Shitty Hair.”

“You had my name pre- wait. Hey!”

Bakugou just taps again. “Shitty Hair.”

“You know that’s not my name!” Kirishima whines with a smile.

The blond just shrugs and taps again. “Shitty Hair.”

“Oh, come on. Now you’re just being mean!” Kirishima feigns offense while chuckling.

And Bakugou giggles. He keeps tapping. “Shitty Hair. Shitty Hair. Shitty Hair.”

Kirishima is laughing fully now, while Bakugou snickers quietly. They fall into a beat of silence before Bakugou is tapping again.

“I’m sorry, Kirishima.”

Kirishima’s perks up at the use of his real name before he registers what was actually said. He looks at Bakugou with concern. “What are you sorry for?”

“Messed up tonight. Sensory overload. You leave early. Sorry.”

“Hey, that’s not your fault. I made you go. I should have listened when you said you didn’t want to come.”

“My fault. I’m messed up.”

“Don’t say that. You’re not messed up!”

“Meltdown. Embarrassed you. Worried squad.”

“You’re not embarrassing. You didn’t embarrass me. You’re my best friend. I will always help you through anything. And I told the squad that you are okay. They’re worried because they care about you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No more apologies, okay? I set up a documentary for you. Just relax. Tonight was probably stressful.”

A second passes before Bakugou nods. He pushes back what seems to be a blanket that’s too heavy to be a normal blanket and sticks his legs under. He grabs his tablet and taps a few more times. “Dresser. Top shelf. Necklace. Green.”

“You want me to get something for you?” Kirishima asks, receiving a nod from the blond. Kirishima complies, quirking a brow when he pulls out what look to be green dog tags that are made of silicon. “Here you go, bro.”

Bakugou wastes no time putting them around his neck and sticking one in his mouth to chew on. He taps his tablet seven times. “Go change. Come back. Watch with me.”

“Oh. Okay! I’ll be right back.”

Kirishima rushes to throw on pajamas and runs back to Bakugou’s room. When he re-enters, Bakugou is already watching an All Might documentary. He pats the spot next to him on his bed. Kirishima walks over and carefully sits next to him, making sure they’re not touching. “Is this okay?”

Bakugou just throws an arm across his chest and pulls him closer. His arm leaves for a few seconds as Bakugou takes his hearing aids out and places them in the charger behind him before falling back into its place on Kirishima. “Well I guess that answers my question.”

Midoriya is right, and Bakugou falls asleep only ten minutes into the documentary. Kirishima carefully removes the dog tags from around his neck and places them behind him. He continues watching the documentary when the lamp on the dresser starts flashing. Midoriya must be here.

“Kirishima. You’re still here,” Midoriya says quietly, surprised. He steps into the room and closes the door behind him, but stays standing at the entrance.

“Yeah. He sort of pulled me in and I didn’t want to wake him up.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. He sleeps like the dead after meltdowns.”

“Oh. Okay. I guess I’ll go then.” Kirishima starts to shift to make his way off the bed with little disturbance.

“No, it’s fine! You don’t have to leave, but you also don’t have to worry about waking him up.” Kirishima only nods before settling back down. ��I see that he was using his tablet. I’m actually surprised he was communicating that much, if at all.”

The redhead smiles. “That thing is really cool! He mostly used it to insult me, though. Did you know that he has the name ‘Shitty Hair’ pre-set on there?”

Midoriya lets out a short laugh. “Yeah. I did. You’d be surprised how many names are on there, albeit most of them are nicknames.”

A beat of silence passes again before Kirishima speaks up. “That was pretty scary, if I’m being honest. I had no idea what to do. I’m really glad you were able to help.”

“It was your first time. I remember the first time I saw it happen. It was scary. Well, I was three. But I was lucky enough to have my mom there with us.”

“Three, huh? So this has been happening for a long time, then.”

“For as long as I can remember.”

“Did something happen when he was younger?”

“No. At least nothing that would cause this. He was just born this way.”

“Oh.”

Midoriya sighs before walking further into the room and sitting in the desk chair. He swivels around to face Kirishima. “Look, Kirishima. I know you have questions. I’ll be happy to answer, but you have to swear that what I say won’t change your view of him.”

“Of course! He will always be the smartest, coolest, manliest guy I know. He will always be my best friend. Nothing will change that.” Midoriya nods. “So. What happened tonight? Both of you said something about sensory overload and meltdown, but I don’t really know what that means. How did you know what to do?”

“I’ve been taking care of Kacchan my whole life. Me and my mom. His parents were never there, so we had to step up. Kacchan was diagnosed with autism when he was three. The doctors actually thought that he would never talk. But he did. His parents missed his first words, but me and my mom were there. He finally spoke, and then he never stopped.” Midoriya chuckles to himself at the memory of the precocious child he loved so much before taking on a more stoic expression.

“He… he had a lot of needs as a child. There was a lot of research, a lot of trial and error. My mom was - is - a saint. Of course she had to raise me, too. When I was finally old enough to help out, I was more than happy to. He was like my brother. Kacchan didn’t know anything was ‘different’ at first. But, as you know, he’s very smart. A genius through and through. So I guess it was just a matter of time. He was so upset when he found out. Got angry at me and my mom for ‘treating him like he was weak’. Kacchan became dead set on being independent.

And he was successful. He’s basically self-sufficient. But he’s still autistic, and always will be. There will be times that are more difficult than others, like tonight, where he will need more support. I plan on being by his side as long as life will allow, but I can’t guarantee that I will be. Especially with the line of work we’re going into. He’s family. And I’m glad that there are more people who care about him.”

Kirishima takes in the information. “So he’s autistic.”

“Yes.”

“And tonight’s… event… was because of that?”

“Yeah. People on the spectrum tend to have sensory sensitivities, and I guess today he was more sensitive than usual. Meltdowns happen when they’re overwhelmed, so that’s probably what happened at the cafe.”

“Huh.” Kirishima looks down pensively at the boy sleeping in his arms and frowns.

“What are you thinking about? I can see the gears turning in your head.”

“I was just thinking… life hasn’t been very kind to Bakugou, has it? I mean, I know a little about his parents, then there was the sludge villain, the Sports Festival, getting kidnapped. I know there’s nothing wrong or bad about being autistic. It’s just that… the world we live in isn’t made for people who are wired differently. I’ve seen Kaminari struggle a lot with his ADHD. And I know what assholes say about autistic people. It’s just so unfair because he’s so amazing.”

Midoriya smiles softly. “You’re a really good friend, Kirishima.” He laughs at the baffled expression he gets from the other boy. “Don’t look so surprised. You’re his best friend. Actually, you were his first real friend.”

“Really? I know I call him my best friend but I never thought…”

“I know Kacchan isn’t very vocal about his feelings, but I can tell that he really values your relationship. You make him so happy. And it makes me happy to know that he has a friend like you.”

Kirishima brushes the bangs from Bakugou’s face to the side. “Thank you again, Midoriya. For your help earlier and your explanations. I definitely have my research cut out for me, but it’ll be worth it. Like I said to Bakugou earlier, I will always help him through anything. I will always be there for him. And now I can do it better.”

“I really appreciate you Kirishima. Text me if either of you need anything.” Midoriya gets up from where he is and walks to the door.

“Goodnight, bro,” Kirishima calls out to him.

“Goodnight.”

Even though it was only 20:10, it only took another seven minutes for Kirishima to fall asleep.

A blaring alarm and a vibrating bed was not what Kirishima expected to be waking up to. He burrows his face further into a pillow before getting smacked by another pillow. “What the hell..?”

“Get up, Shitty Hair!” a rough voice demands.

And he’s back. “Bakugou, it’s like 05:00,” Kirishima groans out.

“Yeah, I know. It’s time for my morning run. You coming?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just hold on a second,” Kirishima, turning around to close his eyes. Bakugou smacks him with a pillow again. “Dude!”

“I’m leaving in ten minutes and I will leave you behind if you’re not ready. I don’t want you jacking up my morning routine.”

“Alright, alright. I’m up.” Kirishima sits up and stretches, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Meet me in the common room in ten,” Bakugou states before exiting abruptly.

“Yup. Got it.” Kirishima swings his legs over the side of the bed and sits in the silence for a minute before going next door to his room to change into running clothes.

He makes his way down to the common room with five minutes to spare and is greeted by Bakugou setting out dry ingredients to make breakfast when they get back. Kirishima watches with his back against the counter as Bakugou sorts ingredients out on the island in order of when they need to be used. The sun is barely peeking past the horizon, providing a dim but warm glow to the common area. From where Kirishima is standing, it makes Bakugou look like he has a halo.

Once he’s satisfied with the placement, Bakugou huffs out a ‘let’s go’ while he speed walks to the door, leaving Kirishima to scramble after him. Immediately upon getting outside, Bakugou drops to the ground to start stretching. He doesn’t notice Kirishima’s wide eyes as he practically folds himself in half before switching into side split. Kirishima tries in vain to touch his toes and instead settles on leaning back to watch the sun slowly rise.

“It’s beautiful. The sunrise.”

“Yeah,” Bakugou responds, half distracted by the way the early morning sun compliments Kirishima’s tanned skin. He quickly looks away when the other boy turns towards him.

“Is this why you come out so early?”

“It’s part of the reason. I wake up at 05:00 because we’re heroes in training and we need a strict regimen if we want to succeed. It’s also quieter and there usually isn’t anybody else out here. But yes, the sunrise is beautiful.” Bakugou looks down and fiddles with the zipper of his windbreaker. “Thank you, Kirishima. For yesterday.”

“Hm? Oh. Don’t worry about it! Just trying to help out my bro,” Kirishima says with his ever sunny smile.

Bakugou frowns. “You shouldn’t have had to see that.”

“Seriously. Don’t worry about it. I understand that the cafe was overwhelming. And you shouldn’t have to go through that alone.”

Bakugou runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “I just hate my brain. I wish I didn’t freak out over stupid things like crowded cafes. I wish I was normal.”

Kirishima turns so his whole body is facing Bakugou. “Hey. Don’t say that. Honestly, there is no such thing as normal. Sure, your brain is different from most other people, but that’s not a bad thing. Your brain makes you who you are. And to me, you’re perfect the way you are.”

“Thanks,” Bakugou says quietly, ducking his head in an attempt to hide his blush. “I assume you know, then.”

“Midoriya explained to me what was going on. I sort of had no idea what to do yesterday.”

“I vaguely remember Deku being involved through a phone. Did he sing something?”

“Yeah, he did! He said something about Greta and how she cheers you up.”

Bakugou laughs and stands, starting his arm stretches. “Greta Van Fleet is an American band from a hundred years ago. He was probably singing Light My Love. It’s one of my favorites from them.”

Kirishima follows him up. “You’ll have to play it for me sometime.”

“I think you’d like them.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Bakugou takes in the sun for a few more seconds before checking his watch. “Fuck. We just wasted five minutes. I guess we’re starting with a sprint. I’ll race you!” Bakugou calls out after he takes off.

“Wha- Hey! You can’t declare a race after you’ve started running!” Kirishima stumbles before breaking into a sprint.

“You’re just mad because you’re losing!” Bakugou calls over his shoulder.

“Dick!”

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kitsune024 · 3 months

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My Hero Academia Fanfiction

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When a small, cheap hero school starts promoting themselves as U.A.'s rival due to their close proximity, Nezu decides to humor them for a day. Now, after causing nothing but trouble for the heroics students, these sad excuses for future heroes will have to survive a fate worse than death: All out war with the Beast of Class 1-A.

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 12 days

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ring pop proposal ♡

fem reader, pure fluff, childhood friends to lovers lemme alone do not perceive me yk the drill by now, lil self indulgent fic cus i love childhood friends to lovers and puppy crushes, polar opposite’s trope, this reeks of my oc x canon katsu ship sooooo shh shh do not perceive.

the first person who realizes katsuki has a crush on you is his mom because when she comes to pick him up one day from kindergarten he suddenly mentions you. it’s an innocent little interaction he had with you that mitsuki doesn’t think much about at first, simply surprised her son managed to befriend someone outside of his little group of friends until he starts mentioning you more and more.

soon you’re the only thing he talks about and katsuki even starts begging her to have you come over to play. mitsuki is extremely curious to know what kind of person you are to have been able to enchant her son the way you have, she says it’s fine as long as you’re parents agree.

you’re a sweet little thing, almost the complete opposite of her little devil’s spawn. you’re polite and a little shy when you ask “ is it okay if i come to play at katsu’s house, please miss katsuki’s mom ?” and how could she say no to you ? she pulls at your cheek lovingly and her son almost snarls at her.

“no touchin’ !” he snarks, pulling you against him like you were his teddy bear.

mitsuki was the first to realize her son had a crush on you when you were always around. when he found something cool during a class trip you were there and whenever he was upset it was always because you had argued about something irrelevant that seemed so much bigger in the eyes of a child.

she realized because katsuki had, and in some ways, will always be rowdy. he’s rough and temperamental and moody—basically, he can be quite the brat. (she wonders where he gets that from a lot) but he’s different with you.

he’ll always be a little rough around the edges but it’s the thought that counts. he drags you around a little too hard but it's to show you something he knows you'd like and you repay him by being patient with him and letting him drag you around to his hearts content. he let’s you use the crayons he’d just denied another classmate seconds ago and when it’s really early in the morning and you’re still sleepy unlike your more energetic friend, he waits for you. sitting with you in the reading corner quietly commenting on a little bit of everything in the book you’re sharing until you’re awake enough to start the day because katsuki wanted you to be together through anything no matter what, starting the day without you was simply unimaginable.

you offer him your kindness and he repays you with his loyalty. acting like your guard dog, protecting you from everything and everyone he considers a threat to you. he goes a bit overboard but it’s the thought that counts and he’s definitely got the right intentions.

“ i’m g’nna marry yn when i grow up !” katsuki proclaims from the backseat of the car after mitsuki had come to pick him up. she looks at him through the rear view mirror only to see he’s not even looking at her, looking out the window somewhat longingly, watching as his school fades away from his sight, further and further and further away from you. she smiles to herself.

“yeah ?” she asks “yeah !” he responds proudly, crossing his arms “ i asked yn if she wanted to be my wife an’ she said yeah, so we’re gettin’ married !”

“huh. how’d you propose ? you don’t have a ring.” she jests.

katsuki responds immediately and exclaims he does have one, shuffling around to reach for something in his pocket. he pulls out a plastic ring pop holder, the candy on top is missing and mitsuki can imagine what happened to it.

“gave her one of these !”

“so that’s why you had me buy those from the store last time,” she hums. “ you ate it, though.”

katsuki tries to roll his eyes but just ends up looking up and to the side, mitsuki recognizes it as him trying to mimic what she does a lot and she snorts.

“well duh, we both did ! ‘f i kept it in my pocket it woulda gotten gross !” he defends. mitsuki simply responds with a hum, smile on her face growing larger as she hears her son happily chatting about the rest of his day with you.

she knows her katsuki is hard to handle. extremely so. but when she sees the way you both interact she can tell something is there. you don’t ‘handle’ him. you like being around him. you like playing and talking with him, she sees how happy you make him whenever you come over for playdates. he holds your hand when you get scared and you hug him tight and beam when you see him again after he’s gotten over a nasty cold.

she can tell you make her son happy and he does the same for you in the way children do with pinky promises and shy cheek kisses, kisses over tiny wounds and refusing to be separated whenever the rowdier one of you both gets his recess time taken away for being naughty.

mitsuki hopes this crush, this love you have for her son can grow along with you. she hopes you’ll stick around as katsuki grows up more and potentially more rowdy and rougher around the edges but even more enamored with you. and with the way her son is squirming around in his seat and tugging at his seatbelt, giddy about you accepting his ring pop proposal, she has a funny feeling you’ll be sticking around for a long time.

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hajiberry · 1 year

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VOICE-MEMOS THEY SEND WHEN THEYRE DRUNK

Kirishima- “baaaaaaabe, hiii I’m out and well I mean I’m not really out anymore I’m on my way home. In an Uber cause no drunk driving duhhhhhh but actually I’m not even drunk so I actually could’ve driven but somebody I won’t name names was being a bit of an asshat and wouldn’t let me drive. But oh my god I love yousomuch like you know I love my guys but god I miss you every time I go out. And yes I know I’ll see you when I get home but your gonna be sleeping and I’m gonna be sad but honestly might wake you up because I wanna kiss you. Okaaay pulling up to to the cribbb noww BYYE”

Deku- “okay let me start by saying I’m only slightly under the influence right now. Like honestly barely, I didn’t even drink that much but sometimes I feel like because I never had a college experience to build my tolerance up I’m still a lightweight at 24 but anyways I’m on the way home and I keep thinking about how much I love you and I miss you so much and oh my god I don’t know what I’d do if we ever broke up. Not that I want that to ever happen but like oh my god how could I even function? I’d probably drop from number 1 to like in the hundreds 'cause I’d be that useless without you.” *starts crying and the rest of the audio message is him crying*

Todoroki - “y/n, I’m currently in midoriyas car because he’s driving me home because I accidentally drank too much at the after-party for the award show. I’m so sad you couldn’t come, like I know the anniversary party for your parents is really important that’s why I’m flying out tomorrow to be there for it. Shit, that was a secret. I hope you don’t listen to this because then you’ll know I’m on a plane coming to see you in like 3 hours. Honestly don’t know how I’m going to function hungover on an airplane but I think I’ll manage, I mean it’s not like it’s a commercial flight so I should be good. Damn it well I was originally going to say I love and miss you. Which still stands but I’m gonna go now because I think I’m going to throw up” “TODOROKI NOT IN MY CAR PLEASE”

Bakugou- “fuck. I’m so drunk right now and I hate even admitting that but that’s how shit-faced I am right now that I can even admit that I’m drunk. This is why I should never go out with my idiot friends, they make me drink and then I end up talking about you and that’s so beyond embarrassing. Not that you’re embarrassing I just don’t need them to know my business like that. Kirishimas driving me home right now which I feel like speaks volumes about my lack of good judgment right now. I don’t even know what the point of this message is I just wanted to say you’re one of the most tolerable person I’ve ever met and I really fucking love you. Okay bye this idiots smiling at what I’m saying and it’s creeping me out.

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bicheetopuff · 3 days

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I guess it’s this kids birthday so I’m gonna remind you what character development can do to a mf

He deserves to be happy

#bakudeku #bnha #bkdk #bakugou katsuki #bnha spoilers #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #I had so many other examples #I literally spent an hour trying to narrow down all the panels to just ten #I’m also posting a fic later but I still have to edit so I thought I’d post something incase I don’t get the fic done today oops

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pjs-everyday · 3 months

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if anyone is gonna rally the 1-A boys into playing dumb dress-up games, it's mina 💕

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shotoh · 1 year

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all mine

SYNOPSIS: Bakugou decides to put his delusional secretary in their place.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

word count: 9.6k+

genre: fluff, SMUT, maybe a smidgen of angst

tags/warnings: 18+! minors dni! reader is not the secretary, basically this other lady is trying to seduce your man but katsuki isn’t falling for it! marking, exhibitionism, oral (f!receiving), riding, soft!bakugou but also mean!bakugou, humiliation (not really at reader), a couple spanks, office sex, praise, degradation, pet names (baby, princess, angel), crude language

author’s notes: this is very overdue, like incredibly overdue LOL i started this wip last year but could only continue writing during random bouts of inspiration. so i apologize if the smut is a little half-assed and if the characterization is questionable. but enjoy my late kinktober 2022 present to y’all

The sound of Dynamight’s heavy boots hitting the floor resonate throughout the wide hallways of his agency, drowning out the heels clicking behind him. A woman quickens her pace in an attempt to catch up to the impatient blond hero, rushing into his peripheral vision.

“Sir? Oh Bakugou sir~” The dulcet chime calling him is sickly sweet, enough to make him grimace. “I need you to look over these reports before I file them away.” She whips out one of the thick packets of papers clutch to her chest, bringing his steps to a halt which makes the hero point a glare at her.

“How many times do I have to fucking tell you that you’re suppose to call me by my hero name.” Malice coats his words, dripping off his tongue as he swipes the reports from her fingers. The woman, to the hero’s annoyance, indulges in his feisty attitude.

“Aw, but ‘Bakugou’ is more fitting given how closely we work together!” She waves off his displeasure, hoping her excessively cheerful personality can tone him down. “I am your secretary, after all.” She leans into his space, too damn close for his liking by how he could get a whiff of her pungent perfume. The overbearing scent has him side-stepping to create more distance between them.

The blond rolls his eyes before giving the papers in his hand a once-over, not even granting her the satisfaction of eye contact. “You work at a Pro-Hero agency, not some ordinary office job.”

Normally, he isn’t one to admonish any of his employees unless they’re his sidekicks. He’s always out and about on missions, never dawdling around the office long enough to find anything to scold them about. So long as they were competent at their job, he never had to give them any earfuls. But this woman here has been testing that resolve.

A month into her new position, his secretary has been greeting him every morning with far more energy than should be considered possible at such an hour. Her regular tasks shouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary. She was mostly tasked with filing villain reports and contacting other Pro-Hero agencies, but her enthusiasm warrants him to think otherwise.

She deliberately shares elevator rides with him, droning on and on about god knows what before getting off at her floor, ending their dull conversations with winks and wide-eyed smiles that make him want to gag. It’s one thing to be genuinely excited about your job, but it’s another thing to be attached to your boss at the hip. She’s at his beck and call when he doesn’t even ask for her.

One can chalk this up to her simply gunning for a promotion, buttering up her boss to garner his favor. However, Bakugou isn’t an idiot. He can read the air, deciphering the meaning behind her words and advances. Her deceptive guise of a hardworking secretary beneath those batting eyelashes is easily uncovered by him.

If she was really trying so hard for a promotion she’d approach him with more important topics in mind. Statistics, analysis, updates on villain activity and hero work. Y’know, discussions that would actually benefit his agency rather than waste his time.

Instead, Bakugou stands there listening to… this.

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” her voice drifts off as she taps a finger against her bottom lip pensively, “we should consider holding a party to get to know all our co-workers better!” she proposes. The blond narrows his brows incredulously at her suggestion.

Oblivious to his lack of interest, she moves closer to him, caressing a hand along his hard bicep. She tip-toes her fingers up his arm before flattening her digits next to his ear to whisper, “Company members only, of course. But I’m sure we’d still have a fun time even if it was just the two of us, right?”

Recognizing the suggestive lilt in her tone, he shoves her off of him without even touching her, abruptly tossing his shoulder back. The secretary freezes and comes across the peeved expression on the explosion hero’s rough features.

“We’re here to beat villains and protect civilians, not throw dumb parties.”

“But–”

“Shut it,” he retorts harshly, not letting the bewildered look on the secretary’s face demur him. He shoves the reports back in her arms. “Just do your damn job.” With his brows taut behind his mask, the blond glares hard at her, watching her fumble with the papers before he resumes the rhythm of his combat boots stepping down the hallway. The hero gives her one last glance over his shoulder.

“And remember, it’s Dynamight to you.”

Man, what an annoying woman.

Is the thought that plagues Bakugou’s mind as he stands beneath the running water in his shower, washing away the sweat and grime accumulated from another busy day of heroics. Yet he still can’t get the irritating thoughts in his head to do the same.

His fingers weave the shampoo through his spikey locks, the pads of his digits massaging his scalp. Glancing at his reflection in the foggy, glass screen door, he meets his scowling mug.

“Tryna get in my pants and shit… Worry about keeping your damn job,” he grumbles to himself exasperatedly. What he finds especially annoying is knowing his secretary will start the day again tomorrow as if nothing happened. Even with Bakugou’s firm stance at wanting to keep things strictly professional, she’s going to continue getting up in his space, trying to caress her nails up his arm, and stink up the place with what he swore was five different kinds of perfume sprayed on her clothes.

But Bakugou’s not some oblivious fool. He can recognize from a mile away what her goal is and he absolutely wants no part in it.

Besides...

“Katsuki! Dinner will be ready when you’re done showering!”

His head swivels toward the door of the bathroom. “Yeah I heard ya!”

He’s already got someone deserving of his time and affection.

You.

“’Kay!” you reply, voice gradually growing louder. Bakugou hears your feet plodding toward the bathroom door just as the door creaks open slightly. “I’ll leave you a new towel to use after you’re done showering, too.” Even through the steam, he can recognize your silhouette peeking inside to drop the towel off. Unbeknownst to you, behind the cloudy glass door of the shower there’s a smile that finds his lips.

After washing the lather off his hair and body, he shuts the water. The last streams falling from the showerhead glide down his skin, joining the suds on the floor before they all disappear down the drain. As the thick steam surrounding him dissipates, he covers his toned body in the towel you left for him.

While patting down the excess droplets cascading his blond locks, Bakugou puts on some sweatpants, but forgoes his t-shirt for now, leaving it hanging over his shoulder. He continues rubbing the towel around his torso as he exits the bathroom.

The savory aroma of thick cheeses and tomato sauces hits Bakugou’s nose the moment he enters the kitchen. He stops in his tracks to take in the pleasant smells, along with the sight in front of his eyes that effortlessly forms a grin on his face.

Your soft hums accompany the harmonious atmosphere of the kitchen. Bakugou’s ruby eyes rove over you shimmying your way around an array of pans and plates like you own the place (which you essentially do), watching you finish piecing your dinner together with a generous sprinkle of garnish and spices.

Eyes never leaving you, an expression of admiration and fondness paints his usually hardened face. With arms crossed over his chest, he could just stand there, admire you, and be more than wholly content. You could do the most mundane things and still have him wrapped around your finger—not that he’d ever mention that to you out loud of course. Occasionally, Bakugou wonders how he ever got so lucky with you in the first place.

You’re so blissfully unaware of your hotheaded boyfriend lurking nearby. It’s all the more apparent by how you abruptly pause as soon as you discover him idling in the kitchen doorway in all of his half-naked glory.

The blond doesn’t let the fact that you’re practically ogling his hard muscle slip past him, and definitely doesn’t miss your moment of hesitation before you avert your gaze, your cheeks growing hot. It brings a smirk to his face and his ego through the roof.

Bakugou tosses his towel and t-shirt somewhere off the side before coming to you. “What? Getting flustered or something, babe?” he taunts. His deep tone hovers next to your ear as his chest touches your back. His hands are on either side of you, trapping you against the counter.

“That fuckin’ hot that I got you this speechless?” His breath is so close to you, he just knows you have goosebumps trailing down your spine. He can tell by the heat swirling in your cheeks just how much he has an effect on you and he absolutely loves how easily he can get you flustered.

Though he can’t say he’s all but immune to your charms, either. He trails a calloused hand up your bare thigh and hips, giving your ass a firm squeeze through your booty shorts which causes a yelp to flee your lips.

Fuckin’ hell.

The way you were dancing around in these things, tip-toeing to reach high cabinets that caused the shorts to ride up slightly and give him a glimpse of the plushness peeking past the fabric already had Bakugou half-hard simply standing behind you. But being able to touch what was essentially his started to make the material of his sweatpants absolutely suffocating.

In a single motion, he spins you around. Your back is pinned against the counter as you’re forced to face him. The cocky grin plastered on his lips greets you.

Finally grasping your composure, you raise an eyebrow at him. “For someone who wanted to take a shower as soon as their stinky-self got home, you sure are eager to get dirty again,” you retort, tracing your hands up his arms to place them on his broad shoulders. “Work didn’t get you sweaty enough?”

The blond chuckles lowly at your cheekiness. His face inches closer, mere centimeters away from your lips. “I could go for an extra workout,” he says huskily, voice dissipating with the shortening distance between you.

His eyes are lidded as he targets your lips, hands leaving the edge of the counter in favor of wrapping his arms around your waist. To his surprise, when he darts forward he meets nothing but air.

Hearing your giggles beside him breaks the tension between you. He opens his eyes and discovers that you’ve tilted your head out of the way. Before he can open his mouth to spit a retort, you rest your head against his shoulder, arms winding at his neck.

“Food’s gonna get cold, big boy,” you hum.

The noise that leaves his gritted teeth is practically a growl. “Dun care about the food–” His hands at your sides play with the waistband of your shorts. “Would rather eat you out on this counter.”

He watches you gulp down the lump in your throat, finding the idea tempting as a dull throb aches between your legs. But to his dismay, you don’t want to let him indulge in you just yet.

You lean forward to kiss his cheek to prepare him for your next words, “First and foremost, dinner. And then I'll let you do whatever you want with me. How’s that?” You tiptoe to peck his nose one more time for good measure before wriggling free from his clutches. You shuffle away to the steaming hot food you left on the other end of the counter.

Pink swathes his cheeks as Bakugou stands there dumbfounded. He rubs the back of his head, his brows furrowing in frustration.

“You’re killing me here, dammit.”

You let out another dulcet giggle. The urge to sneak up on you again to try to get you all hot and bothered lingers until it’s interrupted by a piece of fabric thrown in his face. “Also, shirt on we please.” You turn back at him with two plates of stuffed ravioli perched on each hand. “No shirt, no service.”

He yanks the white t-shirt off his face, grimacing as he begrudgingly pulls it over his head. “Yeah, yeah. You love it though.” Nonetheless, he follows behind you while the savory aroma of your food creates a path toward the dining table. The scent alone makes his stomach growl, the effects of a long day at work making themselves apparent.

Despite the antics he has to put up with, he can’t help but soften around you. It’s as if you possess an innate ability to effortlessly get him to shed his notoriously rough exterior.

He takes a seat on his side of the table, his stomach now growling loud enough for you to hear. You tease a wry grin before placing the ravioli dishes on the table, letting the delicious aromas waft around him, his mouth watering.

“I know it’s been a long day for you so you better eat up, hero.”

The blond’s eyes flicker for a second, chest enveloped with pride as he meets the look on your face that awaits for him in anticipation to dig in. “Yeah… Thanks for the meal,” he murmurs, mild gratitude woven in his words as he picks up the fork and finally chows down.

Again, what did he ever do to deserve you? He knows how hard you work each and every day. The fact that you’re still willing to love and take care of him is enough for him to want to cherish you for an eternity. Coming home to the person he loves and sharing meals with them is a blessing to him as it is and he absolutely wouldn’t trade this for anything else.

Which just makes the matter of his secretary all the more annoying to him.

The damn woman has walked in his office plenty of times to see the framed picture of you two on his desk, even occasionally interrupting his phone calls with you that would end with him mouthing low “love yous” before he’d have to turn around to acknowledge the petty expression resting on her face. He’d watch as her demeanor quickly shifted into a full 180—from a bitter frown to a forced grin to keep up her facade. She definitely knows he’s in a happy, committed relationship. The real question is whether or not she cares enough to acknowledge the fact.

He could just fire her for unprofessionalism. That seems like an obvious solution, but knowing her, she’d probably feed the media some false rumors about alleged abuse towards his employees. Of course, that wouldn’t at all be true. Far from it, but the news loved to twist the truth so long as it got them clicks. Given Bakugou’s naturally rugged demeanor, it wouldn’t be hard for the public to buy their shit and for his ranking on the hero chart to plummet. Which Bakugou could not afford right now considering how close he was to the top.

“’Tsuki, stop playing with your food.” He hears you chide, tugging him from his contemplation.

Bakugou huffs, jamming his fork onto the plate. “I’m not a damn kid.”

“Right, tell that to the ravioli you’re mangling with your fork.” You raise your brow and point at his stabbed and defeated pasta, the filling oozing out from the punctured holes. He keeps his gaze suspiciously fixed on the ravioli.

Does it taste bad? You wonder warily. “If you don’t like it then you don’t have to eat it, y’know.”

“What? No– The food’s fine.” He stuffs three pastas in his mouth one after the other. “Fucking delicious,” he mutters through ungracious chewing, cheeks puffed profusely, bringing a grin to your face.

“What’s wrong then? Bad day at work?”

He swallows his food. “Could say that,” he answers, resting his head against his propped arm. “Just some employee causing trouble.”

“Hopefully it’s not one of your sidekicks,” you pick at the raviolis while stuck in your musing, “I remember your first batch of recruits when you just started your own agency. You nearly scared half of them away by the end of the week.”

“How else was I supposed to whip those newbies into shape?” He lounges in his seat. “If they can’t take some yelling from a Pro, then they’re definitely not ready for the real hero world. Besides, they were the ones that came to my agency knowing that I’m the best,” he boasts with confidence, shoving more pasta in his mouth, and munching at his leisure.

“Also, it’s not a sidekick. Just some lady who can’t do her fuckin’ job.”

“Aw, cut her some slack, I’m sure she’s trying her best.”

Bakugou almost scoffs. If you knew the real reason for her lack of work ethic, you’d be on the same page as him.

Either way, he really needs to get this secretary off his back before shit blows out of proportion. If pictures, phone calls—hell—even lunch dates can’t get her to wake up, then what?

To his surprise, the idea actually comes to him quicker than he anticipated, red eyes perking up at a scheme forming in his head.

Of course. Heh, why didn’t I think of that sooner?

This is how he’s going to do it, he thinks. His lips barely resist the urge to quiver into a smirk that will no doubt have you questioning whatever was riling him up. Swallowing his final piece of pasta, Bakugou pushes his plate away but aims his fork in your direction.

“You free tomorrow?”

“I just have to drop off some papers at work in the morning. Why?”

“Good. Come by the agency for lunch.”

Your brows furrow at how sudden the request is, however, you go along with it. “Okay, should I make lunch for us?”

“Nah, don’t. I’ll order something,” he assures, but in his head he’s sure lunch would be the last thing on your mind tomorrow afternoon with what he has planned for you, him, and his secretary.

Bakugou scoots his seat back, leaning over on your side of the table. “Now, I remember a certain brat made a promise to me after dinner was done.”

“Hold it, I still have a piece–”

“Nuh-uh, c’mere–” He lightly pushes your hand away, and with effortless strength, pulls you out of your chair and over his shoulder. “Already waited too damn long.”

“Whoa..!” Your last piece of pasta falls back on the plate, forgotten. You watch as the distance between you and the dining table diminishes, the impatient blond leading you two into the hallway. At your fidgeting, he swats your thigh, warning you to stay fucking still unless you want to accidentally fall on your face.

With a squeal escaping your lips, you comply. As a reward, he presses his lips against the side of your ass as you’re still hanging over him, nipping at your curves. Your yelps are replaced by laughter. The ticklish sensation nearly makes you squirm again if not for Bakugou dropping you unceremoniously onto your bed.

“You better make it up to me for having to make me wait, Princess.” His emphasis on what is supposed to be your endearing little pet name comes out as a snarl as you’re cornered against the sheets. Expecting this kind of intense reaction from him after your meal, you grin slyly.

“I mean the ravioli was good, wasn’t it?”

Well that he can’t deny. Still, the blond smirks, showing his pearly canines. “Yeah, but,” he moves away from you, kneeling while grabbing at the hem of his shirt to pull it off,

“I’m still fuckin’ hungry.”

There is no doubt that the next day, you woke up incredibly sore. Sore yet also just as happy.

The tension in your muscles had dissipated as a result of being repeatedly fucked into your own mattress last night, allowing you to sleep soundly. So soundly that you don’t even notice your boyfriend leaving for work that morning. But it can’t be helped given how ungodly early his hero work starts every day.

Some hours after Bakugou has already left, your alarm goes off to remind you that it’s about time to begin your day. Even after a spent night, you can’t bear the thought of lying in bed anymore, especially with how cold the sheets had become, devoid of the blond’s natural warmth. Plus you had something to look forward to this afternoon—your lunch date.

Once you get washed and dressed, you grab your business files from your desk and dash out the door to drop off your papers at work.

Before you know it, it’s noon and you’re standing in front of the receptionist’s desk at Dynamight’s agency.

While you wait for the receptionist to finish their business call, you think back on the employee Bakugou mentioned yesterday. You note in the foreground how busy the entire place looks, which doesn't surprise you. The agency runs like a well-oiled machine. With all the hustle and bustle going on, it seems like everyone is doing their job with peak efficiency. Honestly, you can’t imagine anyone wanting to test the wrath of the explosive Number Two Hero, but you assume such people existed.

“Thank you for waiting! Here to see Mister Dynamight?” The receptionist greets you after hanging up their call, immediately recognizing you from your prior visits.

“Yeah, just coming by for lunch.”

“He’s in his office right now so I’ll let him know you’re here then.”

You mouth a thank you, followed by a farewell wave as you make your way to the elevator.

“’Suki’s office should be on… this floor…” you murmur, pressing the corresponding button on the panel. While you wait for the doors to close, you spot a figure approaching from a distance. You can see the person’s wrinkled professional attire, disheveled hair, and slightly smeared makeup as she approaches the elevator clumsily.

“H… Hold the door!” she pants.

Hearing her frantic request, your mind catches up with you. You jam your index finger on another button on the panel, keeping the doors open just long enough for the woman to slip inside and catch her breath.

You watch her ungraciously drop to the floor, lungs gasping for air. “That was a close one.” You bend down to extend a helping hand.

She sputters as she reaches out to you, “Yeah, thanks, I– Wait, you’re...” When she looks up, her eyes squint to get a better look at your face, brows knitting together as she recognizes your features. Dismissing your help, she abruptly retracts her hand before getting up on her own. You cock your head suspiciously when you notice her change in demeanor.

“Oh, I’m just stopping by to have lunch with my boyfriend. He’s your, uh,” you piece your words as eloquently as you can, “boss.”

It’s always difficult for you to tell any of Bakugou’s staff that you’re his girlfriend. You’d done it before in front of his group of sidekicks while waiting outside his office and as a result they all flipped, bombarding you with questions about your relationship before falling dead silent when his door suddenly swung open.

You’re expecting the same, if not, a similar reaction here, but you’re surprised to see a deadpan look in the woman’s eyes. She averts her gaze. You glance over at her, taking note of her fists shaking at her sides and how she bites the inside of her cheek which forms a pout on her lips.

You’re beginning to wonder if you shouldn’t have disclosed that information. “Are you okay?” you inquire, your voice filled with genuine concern. She eventually turns to look at you straight on, her expression teetering between a smile and a scowl. In any case, she tries to steer you away from the elephant in the room.

“Yep! Just peachy!” she assures through a strained grin that makes you all the more suspicious of her. Even if you want to question it, she has no intention of continuing the conversation. Her lips press together in an effort to maintain her smile, or else risk blurting something that should’ve stayed in her mouth. You keep to yourself in the elevator so as not to bother her, but the prolonged silence, combined with the elevator’s incessant dinging throughout each ascending floor, creates a suffocating atmosphere.

With every floor you pass you soon realize that despite keeping your distance, she’s still looking in your general direction. You notice her sneaking glances at you and your neck grows hot as you follow where her eyes wander. You press your palm against your jugular, the spot you recall Bakugou laying his teeth on last night.

I thought I covered that…

You want to chastise yourself for not spending enough time this morning to conceal the blemishes on your neck. Your coworker had even commented on them before you left for Dynamight’s agency, to your embarrassment.

You settle for letting out an uneasy chuckle while adjusting the collar of your shirt. Though the majority of Bakugou’s staff are already aware of your relationship, you’d rather hide any detail of your sex life if possible. You’d prefer not being the hot talk amongst the whole faculty.

You expect to be the brunt of the woman’s teasing next, anticipating her wiggling her brows or whistling, but she keeps her mouth shut and her expression even appears offended.

Fortunately, the elevator saves both of you from any more uncomfortable silences. Right on cue, the doors slide open for the woman to exit on her floor. She doesn’t spare you a glance on her way out, but you overhear her mutter under her breath, “Enjoy your lunch or whatever.”

She stomps in the opposite direction until her figure disappears behind closing doors. Your face scrunches. “What’s her deal?”

You’ve gotten used to the bitter reactions some people would give over the fact you and Bakugou are in a relationship. You kind of have to, considering who Bakugou is and the hoards of fans he’s accumulated over the years as a Pro-Hero. But any of the backlash you receive is mostly posted online by petty netizens. No one has the guts to confront you in person. Mostly because if they do, Bakugou has no qualms about retaliating with equal venom and more. This lady, on the other hand, works for Bakugou. When it comes to greeting her boss’s girlfriend, she should be professional, right?

You brush those thoughts away, recalling that no one should ever have to suck up to you simply because you're a Pro’s significant other. “She’s probably on the PR team.” You laugh off, remembering how much trouble it is to manage Bakugou’s public image and how she must be tired from working overtime.

The elevator dings one last time to indicate that you’ve arrived at your destination. When the doors part, the entrance to Dynamight’s office is directly across from you, passing a short corridor. Normally, sidekicks and employees had to press the button on the side of the door, or page him ahead of time before entering. However, you have the luxury of just swinging those doors open whenever you like.

“Heya, Katsu–”

“For the last fuckin’ time, there’s no way I’m going on that mission as his fucking standby.” The voice booming at the other end of the room behind a wide, wooden desk drowns out your voice. “Tell Grand that if he can’t find another B-rate hero agency like his to do his damn dirty work, then he can just fuck himself,” he spits into the receiver. He slams the phone down and hangs up the call without a second thought.

You announce your presence once more with a low whistle. Another one for the PR team. “Vulgar as usual,” you joke.

He sighs loudly, “The only way to get the message across their thick skulls is to beat it into their heads at this point,” he says, leaning against the large glass windows behind him. “That Shindou needs to get off my back. I thought I told everyone I wasn’t taking anymore calls from that asswipe.”

“I’m sure Grand will finally get the idea after he receives your message from his manager.” Slipping in next to him, you wrap your arms around his neck. Your fingers delicately crawl up to his chin, tilting his head to face your smile. Bakugou reciprocates the gesture, his gloved hands gripping your waist and pulling you in as your lips briefly meet. When you part, you rest your forehead against his.

“How was patrol this morning, hero?” you whisper, playing with the tufts of hair above his neck.

“Same old shit,” he tells you quietly as you hum at his response, an amused grin tugging at the seam of your lips. Just as you’re about to separate, his hold at your sides tightens, locking your body against his.

“Bet you missed me, didn’t you, princess?” He leans in to nibble your jawline, causing laughter to tumble from your lips. “Bed got cold without me?”

Your answer is interrupted by a hand brushing up against the waistband of your pants, ruffling your tucked-in blouse. The man growls in the crook of your neck. “Didn’t have my cock to keep you nice and warm?”

Your nose scrunches at his unfiltered tongue. “Katsuki, I came here for lunch, remember?” You push at his chest, attempting to get him off you, but his teeth lock onto your clavicle.

“Food’s on the way,” he assures. Fingers play with the loops of your pants, dragging your shirt out slowly. “Might as well kill time–” His lips suddenly collide with yours, stealing your breath and drowning out any protests. He scuffs his teeth against your bottom lip, looking for a way in. You whimper in response at his persistence, stumbling backwards against the edge of his desk as he finally pries through your lips.

After an intense moment of kissing, his attention shifts to your jugular, nipping at the tender skin again. Every time his canines make contact with the broken skin, you wince. “Still got my marks all over ya,” he boasts, but the more skin he tries to unveil, the more he has to pull at your shirt’s collar which quickly annoys him. “Though I don’t understand what the hell you’re covering them up for.”

“D-Don’t want people to see…” you fumble with your excuses yet tilt your head to grant him better access. He scoffs at how your actions betray your words.

“Why does it matter when I want them to see? Let those fuckers look and know we’re together.” He licks one of the patches of broken skin. His harsh words make you shiver in his hold, but beneath his rough exterior, you sense a tender possessiveness in the amount of attention he pays to your body.

Your fingers brush through his hair, gently pulling him off of you so you can look him in the eyes, “You’re so damn insufferable, you know that?”

“Heh, you like it though,” Bakugou counters. You click your tongue, feigning ignorance. With his hand wrapped at the nape of your neck, he thumbs at your blemishes. His ruby eyes take their time to admire every inch of his claim on you. “You were clenching whenever I marked you. Screaming nice and loud too.”

“I bet the neighbors hate us now…” You sigh quietly.

“Took them that long?” He grins, almost proud of being a menace to those extras next door despite being a heroic figure. “Besides, not my fault you let me do whatever I wanted to you.” You pout, but accept it’s a fact you very well can’t deny.

As his deft hands unfasten each button of your blouse, he switches your positions. He yanks your shirt, dragging the fabric down your shoulders to reveal your skin and the bra hugging your chest. Licking his lips, he removes his thick gloves before hoisting you up to sit on the desk with him, making you straddle his thighs. Another pause of appreciation for the blossoms adorning your chest makes him blurt out, “Maybe I should let you mark me up just as much.”

You look at him precariously. He doesn’t take back the grin on his face. Seeing your wide-eyed expression, he cups your jaw, pulling you toward him. “What’s the look for? I know you’ve thought about it, princess.” Bakugou reads you like a book. He revels in your flustered face, telling him how right he is.

The image of his scarred, toned skin covered in hickeys has crossed your mind more times than you can count, but you’ve always been too engrossed in the intoxicating sensation of his teeth grazing every stretch of your skin to ever have an opportunity to bring the thought to light. Bakugou never gives you an inch when it comes to taking the reins in the bedroom. But now he’s practically granting you the opportunity on a silver platter.

You point a dubious look at him. “Are you serious, or did you bump your head somewhere earlier on patrol?” Anticipating your skeptical response, a chuckle rumbles low in his throat. He scoots back to remove his tank top, letting your hands lay over his chiseled physique. Your fingers immediately trace the scars and cuts lining his muscles, each one standing as a testament to every one of his battles. The idea of your own marks joining his adonis of a canvas has your eyes fluttering.

“’s no joke, babe,” he clarifies, a wicked grin plastered on his face. He then remembers why he made this whole arrangement in the first place. “Aren’t you tired of those fuckin’ extras always ogling me—looking at me up and down like they even have a damn chance to touch all of this?” He grabs your wrist and guides your hands above his chest, your fingertips brushing his collarbones.

You bite your lower lip. “Well…”

Hearing your voice linger, he snarls, “Are you seriously hesitating?”

It’s not like you hadn’t ever clenched your fists in front of the TV whenever your boyfriend was being interviewed by some mischievous news reporter or journalist. They never make it subtle when casting one too many glances at the Pro’s sweaty, skintight attire, staring into his red eyes for so long that they started looking dumb. Though as much as dark green jealousy occasionally takes root in your subconsciousness, you never act on your displeasure.

In the back of your mind, you always saw it as a sign of clinginess. But Bakugou sees it differently. To him, he’d want nothing more than his girl staking their claim on him. For you to get needy, jealous, possessive. Let the entire world know that you both belong to each other and no one else.

You fix your gaze at his cynical expression that eggs you on. Before you know it, you lunge forward. Your mouth latches onto his neck, arms curling around his shoulders. Bakugou draws you skin-to-skin, his low chuckle reverberating in the depths of his chest.

“Ooh, that’s it,” he encourages, rubbing your back. His other hand palms your ass, rocking you both back and forth, grinding his bulge against the crotch of your jeans. Your teeth cling to him, sinking into his skin. Your lips vibrate against his collarbones while you whimper at the delicious friction on your clit.

“Harder. I wanna see nice ol’ purple marks here,” he orders, relentlessly rolling his hips. You want to slap him on the wrist, your concentration waning as heat quickly pools in your abdomen. As if the grinding isn’t enough, Bakugou effortlessly undos the button of your jeans. He pulls down the zipper before reaching inside and touching you through your underwear.

“Fuck, already this wet from a little grinding? Nasty girl,” he hisses, running his index and middle finger across the ruined crotch of your panties. “Or maybe marking me is getting you all riled up?”

“Shut up–” you mutter half-heartedly. With a pop, your lips leave him. You lean back to evaluate your work. They’re not as noticeable as the marks Bakugou usually gives you, but they’re visible, and they’re purple as requested.

A small trail of violet hickeys adorns the crook of the blond’s neck and collarbones. Your finger traces the path, eyes capturing the sheen of your saliva over the marks. His skin gleams in the sunlight streaming in through the windows.

Reaching inside the pocket of his baggy pants, Bakugou pulls out his phone to turn on the front-facing camera. He gets a clear view of your work on the screen, and his smirk appears on the display. “My girl did that, huh?” He cranes his neck to examine the blemishes from different angles. Soon after, you hear his camera’s shutter release, capturing the image and adding it to his gallery. He should really consider making an album out of these.

Tossing his phone to the side, those piercing red eyes return to you, and your assertiveness fades. He grabs your wrists and leans in to kiss your temple.

“You did well, princess.”

His hushed voice makes your cunt clench and your ears warm. “I'll be sure to show these off later,” he promises, his tone dripping with smugness.

God, you realize how little his hero costume does to hide any of those hickeys. Given that he has to go on patrol again soon, you can expect his neck to be a hot topic in the media. Regardless, you can’t deny the satisfaction that wells up in your chest at the thought.

Katsuki was right. You really are possessive over him. And of course, it goes both ways.

While you’re distracted by your epiphany, he uses this opportunity to unhook your bra, happily discarding the garment. You exhale as he roughly cups the underside of your breast. His breath tickles your perky nipple, strong arm hooking you into him.

The pattern of his breaths are erratic, excitement coursing through his veins. His carmine eyes are lidded as he flattens a tongue against the hardened nub. As Bakugou fully wraps his lips around the stiffening bud, sucking and biting to his heart’s content, mewls part your mouth.

“Your tits still taste fucking amazing,” he mutters, mouth caught between sucking and spewing obscenities. “These tits gonna give me some milk too, princess?”

“Don’t push your luck, mister,” you quip before biting your bottom lip. You concentrate on moving your hips back and forth against his thigh, trying to find the right angle that provides you with the delicious jolt of pleasure you craved between your thighs. With a smack, his lips leave your nipple.

“Guess I didn’t give you enough attention down here since you keep rutting against me like a needy slut.” He swats your ass before gripping the plushness harshly. The mild sting has your pussy clenching. “My baby doesn’t feel satisfied unless she’s getting stretched open by my cock, huh?”

Just a little bit of dirty talk from him is enough to make you whimper pathetically, “Please, ‘suki…”

“Please, what? Gotta tell me more than that, princess.” He tugs the waistband of your pants, teasing you. Never breaking eye contact, Bakugou’s hand sneaks under the edge of his desk. “Use your words, I want to know what I’m doing to you. Don’t skimp on the details.”

A light click goes off, but if you hear it you don’t make it apparent, too focused on the hot blond in front of you that was making your head spin.

“Fuck… ‘Suki, I feel so hot… Need you right now…” You grab his hand showing him your ruined panties by letting the pads of his fingers trail your wet pussy. “See? Look what you did, I’m soaked.”

Bakugou mutters curses under his breath, applying more pressure to your panties to thoroughly inspect the slick saturating the fabric. He couldn’t have asked for a better reaction, finding your pleading to be incredibly sinful and all-too-tempting. He considers it a waste that he isn’t recording anything. Well, maybe it isn’t an entire waste.

“Damn, how are you this messy? This pussy’s fucking sobbing for me.” You nod, sloppily gyrating on top of his hand. For once, Bakugou is considerate to your needs and slides your panties to the side to slip his digits across your bare folds. You both moan in unison, you at the extra relief and him at the slippery honey dripping down his knuckles.

In his eyes he was being generous, granting you his thick fingers prodding your silky walls rather than reduce you to pitifully grinding against him. But, being greedy, you thought he wasn’t being generous enough.

Bakugou’s fingers leave your cunt to sample you, wet digits laying flat on his tongue. “Fuck, I need to lick you clean right now.”

“N-No, ‘suki, jus’ want your cock in me already,” you whine with a pout. However, Bakugou is insistent on stealing more than just a little taste from your sweet cunt.

“Not gonna even let me indulge a little? Must have spoiled you with too much dick last night.” He scoffs, but doesn’t move to discard his uniform to free his hard cock. Instead, he motions you to step down and stand in front of him while he remains perched atop his desk.

He eyes you up and down. “What are you waiting for, princess? I want it all off already.”

Your fingers start moving toward your disheveled blouse. As fabrics pile the floor, you catch the blond licking his lips, lewdly eyeing your panties that slip down your legs to reveal your juices coating your inner thighs.

“Turn around and kneel on top of my chair.”

At his blunt tone, you obey. Dynamight’s luxurious office chair cushions your knees as you carefully lift your body onto it.

“Bend over.”

Without question, you use the arms of the chair as leverage to safely lean forward, spreading your pussy in front of him. As half of your face presses into the cushion of the head rest, you steal a glimpse of his reaction from your peripheral vision.

With a guttural hiss between his teeth, he gets off the desk, pulling the chair closer for an even better look at your glistening center. He palms your ass, rolling the globes in his hands before spreading them, exposing your slick folds.

“You seriously trying to deny me this angel cunt?” His words are emphasized with a quick smack before his tongue dives between your folds. You whine at the contact, his lips fluttering around your clit as it works its way up your slobbering hole.

Knees shaking, you subconsciously muffle your sounds as you press your face into the headrest of the office chair. Not satisfied with your muted cries, Bakugou reaches one hand toward your head. He cups your jaw, turning you more to the side so you aren’t hiding in the cushion. When his tongue swivels around your sensitive bud, your moans resonate across his office with euphoria.

“‘suki! I’m gonna–!”

“Gonna cum? Do it then you slut.”

At your warning, he works his mouth vigorously against your pussy, even adding two fingers into your walls. Your toes curl behind you as your grip on the arms of the chair tighten.

“Fuck, you’re dripping all over my damn office chair.”

Maybe you would’ve issued a half-hearted apology, if not for his tongue and its unrelenting intensity across your sensitive bundle of nerves. You only offer a string of moans that Bakugou happily accepts, smiling into your pussy as he feels you tense up against him.

“Ka..tsuki!!” You practically scream, electricity coursing through your skin as your orgasm shakes your entire body.

“That’s it, princess. Want your taste all over my tongue… So fucking good,” he drones against your folds, not letting a drop go to waste as you slowly come down from your post-orgasmic bliss.

“Ah! ‘Suki, I’m already too sensitive…” You gasp, still feeling him drunkenly licking up and down your slit despite you just coming. Reaching behind you, you weave your fingers through his ash blond hair, nudging at his scalp to try to push him away, but Bakugou’s strength clearly outweighs yours. He grips your wrist, lifting his face off your sloppy pussy of his own volition.

“That sensitive just from my tongue? Oh, sweetheart, I plan on ruining you in my office chair alone.” Keeping his word, he replaces your pliant body with his own, planting himself right on the cushioned seat with his legs spread thoughtlessly. He dashes for the hem of his pants, unfastening the zipper, and pulling down enough articles of clothing for his cock to spring out, stiff and glistening with his arousal.

Lust blown eyes admire the thickness of Bakugou’s shaft, rightdown to the veins on the ridges of his cock. A smirk and chuckle follow in the wake of your heady gawking, swearing that you look like you were about to pounce and give him the best head of his life. Sadly, as he glances at the digital clock perched behind you, he realizes there’s no time.

“Sorry, babe, food’s gonna be here any minute and I need you on my cock right fucking now.” He rolls the office chair closer to get a firm grasp of your hips, motioning you on top of him with rousing urgency. Thighs on either side of his own, you reach over your body to level his cock over your dripping folds.

The blond’s lips curl into a sneer beneath you, hands fondling your breast and ass—the latter spreading your cheek to help you accommodate his size. “Besides, this what you wanted, right? To be–” As you begin sinking down his length, your mouth opens in a soundless mewl. “–split open on me, even after I fucked you into the mattress last night?”

Your teeth tug at your bottom lip while you do your best to bottom out. Katsuki isn’t amused by your muted reaction, pinching your nipple as punishment and spurring his desired noises from you. “What did I say? Answer me, slut, you wanted to get fucked dumb again, didn’tcha?” His words are harsher this time, demanding your attention.

“Yes, yes! Wan’ you to make me your little cockwhore, ‘Suki…” you confess, moaning when you feel his dick fully impale you. At the same time, Bakugou hisses at how your walls mercilessly hug his shaft.

“Yeah princess, I’m going to give you exactly what you need– Fuck! How are you so damn tight?!” It hasn’t even been ten hours since he had sex with you, stretching you into his shape last night until the sun shined, and yet you still had the innate ability to squeeze every ounce of pleasure out of him and then some. At this rate, he’s not going to last. “Need you to move, baby. Ride me already.”

Hearing the urgency in his tone, your hips begin moving on their own, dragging yourself on and off his cock. Hands on his shoulders, you leverage yourself to maintain a steady rhythm that had you both delirious and panting in pleasure. The blond’s thick fingers dig into your soft flesh, growls leaving his lips as fire flares in his veins, threatening to ignite his last ounce of willpower to allow you to keep this sustained tempo.

“F-Feeling good, ‘suki?” you question, looking down at him with a sinful expression painted on your gorgeous face—pretty eyes half-lidded and needy just for him.

“Yeah… God you make me act up all the damn time I–” His cock twitches between your tight folds, eyeing you from below and watching you clasp his hand that’s pawing your breast to gesture to him to play with you some more. The sensual yet genuine smile you give him ultimately breaks his resolve.

Oh, fuck it.

As if chains have snapped around him, Bakugou suddenly shoots up, carrying your body against him. He lays you across his desk quickly but carefully, with little regard for whatever else tumbles and falls off of it except for you.

You squeal in surprise, your arms and legs attempting to find purchase around him before you’re reduced to jelly by the new quickening pace of his cock pounding your insides.

“Oh my god… Katsuki!” The obscene slapping of skin on skin accompanies your desperate cries throughout his office. Arms that were wound around his neck lose their hold on him, pathetically dropping to your sides to clasp Katsuki’s wrists, where he’s pulling your thighs apart to spread you open for his unrelenting thrusts.

“Sorry, princess… you looked so damn hot I couldn’t hold back anymore. Needed to feel you deeper and make you cream already.” His tepid apologies don’t reach your ears as you’re overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his movements, followed by a searing knot welling up in your abdomen.

By the looks of it, you have no objections to the turn of events, gazing dreamily at him as his hardened body hovers over you. From your point of view, you get glimpses of the sweat dotting his forehead, his nose scrunched in concentration, and narrowed ruby eyes glimmering with feral desire.

With stars in your eyes and features all flushed with warmth and lust, you sing a euphony of I love you’s between whimpers. Your voice catches in your throat when his cock repeatedly hits that sweet spot inside your gummy walls.

Bakugou can’t get enough of you, heart swelling with his affections that he can’t help but flick his wrist to intertwine his hand in yours. Despite his progressively carnal thrusts, he possesses contrasting tender devotions in his voice.

“I love you, princess. It’s been you and no one else. No other bitch can compare,” he repeats over and over like a mantra, a declaration of his loyalty to you and only you. You swear there’s an extra weight behind his words, but you’re too engrossed in the feeling of utter euphoria this man gives you in mind, body, and soul to give it a second thought. It’s as if you’re walking on Cloud 9 as your pussy clenches around him, back arching in the moment that’s pushing Bakugou to the breaking point

“So damn perfect, you were fucking made for me, baby. Give it to me, cum on my cock,” he pleads, “I know you’re almost there, princess.”

“Yea, ‘suki… Wanna cum for you, you make me feel so good,” you murmur brokenly, voice splintering into an incoherent babble that he finds so endearing, caressing your cheek while deepening his brutal pace. That knot in your tummy tightens and when the cord eventually snaps, you cry out, clutching onto his hand.

Katsuki insists he’s never seen a prettier sight than you finally losing yourself all because of him. It urges him to reach his own high and claim you in the only way he knows how—coming in your pretty cunt and dedicating himself wholly to you.

“Pretty angel, you’re making me crazy over here. Fuck! ‘Bout to blow my whole load inside you. That what you want?”

“Mhm! Please..!” You manage a few urgent pleas before Bakugou finally reaches his limit, groans resonating in the wake of his cock stuttering between your silky folds. His growls reverberate from the depths of his chest, thick with rapture as his body is bathed in the sweet sensation that is your entire being swallowing him whole. Ribbons of his cum paint your insides. You feel so full, both physically and spiritually, your heart bursting with love for the man that was spilling his adoration for you merely seconds ago.

Bodies spent and chests heaving, you lay on the desk with Katsuki on top of you. You don’t notice his hand sneaking under the desk, a click going off that goes equally overlooked, enveloped by your collective pants echoing in the stillness that is his hero office.

After a moment, the sensations catch up to you and the weight of his sweaty, heavy torso makes you squirm.

“Feel sticky…”

“There’s a shower and bath right there.” Bakugou grunts, but there’s playfulness behind his deceptively gruff mannerisms.

Your hands trail over his back at his response. “I know, but can you carry me?”

“Fine. Such a princess…”

“I’m your princess though.” You giggle, a teasing lilt in your carefree tone.

The blond can’t help the grin that finds his features. “Hell yeah you are.”

Bakugou pulls on his uniformed cargo pants to scrounge together some semblance of decency as he cradles you against him. Your body is like jelly in the Pro Hero’s strong arms, barely exercising the strength to hold onto him properly as he moves you to the unnecessarily luxurious bathroom built in his office. While setting you down on the counter next to the sink, the pager in his pocket rings.

“Food’s finally here.” He reaches for a hanger on the door, finding a bathrobe to blanket you in. “I’ll be back.”

You raise a brow. “Going out like that?”

“Relax, I’m putting a shirt on obviously.”

“A shirt, huh?” Not at all convinced, you cross your legs. You and him both know he absolutely reeks of sex. The marks you gave him are also an obvious giveaway. No doubt he’ll be an eye-turner to anyone he crosses paths with at the agency.

“Fine, I’ll have someone bring it up.” He meets you in the middle and you happily oblige, shoo-ing him to go about his business once again. The blond rolls his eyes, exiting the bathroom and out the large double doors of his office to wait at the elevator for his delivery.

And when those doors open with a ding, he’s greeted by the very last person he wishes to see. Swathed in the overbearing odor of her pungent perfume, his secretary stands heel-to-heel in the elevator, eyes crossed and a furious blush penetrating the matte layer of her foundation. Her steps traverse the threshold between the lift and hallway. With hands balled into small fists, she jabs the plastic bag of take-out food into the hero’s chest before wagging her finger at his disinterested demeanor.

“You..! You! How dare you?! Why, I should charge you for sexual harassment for what you did! So uncouth! Barbaric even!” She lectures vehemently, voice dripping with malice akin to the insults she practically spits at his face. The benevolent facade she dons everyday to garner his favor crumbles to pieces before his eyes and Bakugou can’t contain his laughter at the pathetic display.

“What’s so funny?!”

“Oh man, you’re a riot aren’t ya? You coulda very well just turn off your speaker if it bothered you so damn much,” he suggests, but the glint in his expression tells the woman he can see right through her. “But you didn’t, did you? You listened in on the whole thing like a fuckin’ pervert.”

At his deduction, the secretary blushes even harder. The fists at her sides shake with an anger that boils under her skin, melting her composure like the wicked witch of the west.

“Why you..! You’re the pervert here! Don’t think you can turn the situation on me when you’re the one who instigated this!” She points an accusing finger in his direction, an empty threat to the indifferent blond.

The hero barely offers her a scoff. “Me? The instigator? You got some fucking nerve saying that when all month you’ve been coming onto me practically on all fours despite knowing I’m a taken man.” Now it’s his turn to retort with equal venom and then some. His sudden switch in demeanor quickly overwhelms the woman as with every step he takes forward, she grows smaller and smaller.

“What’re you going to do? Tell the media? Report me to the authorities? Make a bunch of baseless rumors on your online blog? Well news flash—unlike you I’m irreplaceable. There won’t ever be another hero that has left as big of a mark on this country as I have, and you know it.” He holds his chest proudly after every word. In his presence, the secretary shrinks, gradually cowering back toward the elevator. Any semblance of nerve she held vanishes in front of her.

“Now start packing your things. If I don’t see your station left spotless by tomorrow morning I’ll make sure your days working for the hero industry are numbered.” It’s a threat she doesn’t dare challenge, wordlessly pressing a button on the panel to descend the floors and flee with her tail between her legs. The flabbergasted expression on her face is the last he sees of her.

And just like that, Katsuki feels a weight evaporate from his shoulders, releasing a deep sigh he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He bounds back to his office with your lunch in tow.

When he returns, he overhears the water running in the bathroom before it’s soon shut off.

“Ah, ‘Suki, you’re back! I just filled the tub with water for our bath.” Your sincere smile meets his eyes which soften at the mere glimpse of you kneeling next to the tub, patiently awaiting his arrival.

“Fuck, babe, you weren’t suppose to move. Should be too sore after what I did t’ya.” He hoists you off the floor and into welcoming arms.

You pout cutely. “C’mon now, I’m not helpless you know.”

“‘Course not. But you’re my princess, remember? All mine.” He settles you both into the depths of the soothing, warm tub, nestling your body against his chest as he presses kisses in every area of tender skin he laid his claim on.

“And I plan to treat you like one for the rest of our lives.”

The very next morning, he finds a letter of resignation on his desk—the very place the two of you had fucked.

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satorusdiary · 11 months

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reader biting bakugo’s muscles? 🥹

I LIKE THIS, esp cs he got some big muscles.

Boyfriend! Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Imagine this. Normally on a Thursday night you would be waiting on the couch for your boyfriend Katsuki to come home after his patrol.

As of right now, things were different. At 11:34 pm on a Thursday night, you’re laying on your boyfriend’s muscular chest whilst watching a random spider man movie. Your cheek was smushed against his chest. His arms were around your head, and around your waist, you were sure your eyes were drooping.

The yawn you let out caught the older man’s attention, looking away from the large tv to look down at you. A small grin appeared on his face, which turned into bored expression aswell as a tsk coming out of his lips.

“you wanted to watch this stupid movie, now your sleeping on it? C’mon baby, you can do better than that.” He coo’s, kissing your temple.

You scoffed in response, rubbing your eyes. Yet the heat building up in your chest continued to rise, as well as the beats in your heart.

“shut up, ‘m jus more tired than usual, kats.” The sentence that was let out was more of a mumble than an actual straight up response. That’s how your boyfriend knew you were tired.

Your boyfriend snorted in response. “You better stay the fuck awake.. ‘already so long into the movie.” He paused, taking in the scene in-front of him.

“oh.. the girlfriend is falling.” A gruesome expression appears on his face as he watches her fall.

Usually you’d be awake for this type of stuff, but your eyes were struggling to stay open.

With the little amount of strength you had left in you, your e/c orbs darted to Katsukis meaty arms. You hadn’t noticed how toned it was, considering that he was only in a wife beater.

Though you could barely move, the only movement you made was moving your head from off his chest, to his arm. Taking a chomp out of the area that you felt was the most appropriate.

Chomp!

Katsuki didn’t flinch, instead he paused the movie and looked down at you who was biting the fuck out of his bicep.

“You little shit— did you just fuckin bite me??” Katsuki grumbles, lightly shaking you off so you would stop biting him.

A bite mark was left on his bicep, it didn’t hurt. Obviously it didn’t hurt, or caused any problems to your boyfriend. But he was concerned on how why you did it.

You grinned in response, rubbing on the bite mark before kissing it.

“Sorry suki, y’ur arms are just s’ unresistible.” You moaned in sastisfsction, head snuggling deeper into his chest.

He rolled his eyes, propping two fingers on your chin to force you to look at him.

“You’re stupid, dunno how I ended up with you.” Katsuki grumbled, placing a few kisses on your eager, pretty lips.

“You love me” you smiled, kissing his red cheek.

“you know i do, sweets.”

As he thought everything was over, you placed one last kiss to his cheek. Before biting the soft, chubby part.

Katsukis eyes widened, eyebrows scrunching in annoyance.

“You’re going to be the fuckin death of me, ‘little brat..” He uttered, repeatedly whilst you giggle the night away.

Even if he was grumpy, his arms always found a way to hug you tighter. The whole night was spend giggling, having fun, biting, all of the above. The movie was long forgotten.

Even if you kept biting him, all he wanted was a soothing kiss on the bite. That’s because he loves you.

Even if you’re a pain in the ass.

#bakugou headcanons #bakugou katsuki #bakugo fluff #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo headcanons #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo fic #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou #katsuki x you #mha fanfiction #my hero acedamia #bakugou fluff #mha bakugou #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugo katsuki

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miingyur · 1 year

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baby fever | bakugou headcanons

part 2 part 3

tags: suggestive themes, not proof read, heat in the moment writing, fem reader, mentions of pregnancy, established marriage, they’re pro heroes, crappy writing.

word count: 642

☆ bakugou katsuki. when people hear that name, they say he’s rough, brusque and edgy, a double sided sword. on the other hand, you find him sweet and loving, quite adorable even if he denies it.

☆ you often think a lot about how he would treat your kids in the near future and despite his tough exterior, he’s grown fond of kids.

☆ social media thinks that he's going to be the worst dad to exist if you have kids, you think they’re delusional.

☆ but the moment you realize you know he’s the one for your non-existent kids is when you’re both out on patrol and you find a lost kid. “leave him to me” katsuki grumbles. “go get yer injury healed”

☆ you do as told, conversing with one of the medics, and in the corner of your eye, you spot the child laughing with your husband.

☆ butterflies dance about in your stomach, fluttering vigorously. “he’s going to be a great dad, [hero name].“ the medic says. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you, almost like you held the earth up for him.”

☆ you softly thank her with a smile, beaming with rays of sunshine as you approach your boyfriend. secretly watching him play with the young boy.

☆ “I see you’re both having a great time” you say. katsuki whips his head in surprise, coughing into his fist as if to hide his blush. “has dynamight been nice to you, sweetie?”

☆ the kid jumps up and down in glee, bobbing his head. “mister dynamight is the best! he even gave me a lollipop! but mommy can’t know or she might get upset”

☆ he sheers away in embarrassment. “thought it might cheer him up or somet’ing” you press your lips against his cheek, praising him for his work when the kid pretends to gag. you both chuckle.

☆ “aoi!” a woman calls out and the boy goes running to his mother, “oh my god, I can’t thank you enough.” you smile at her and tell her it’s your job as heroes, waving back to aoi as they leave.

☆ “having a kid doesn’t sound so bad. I wouldn’t mind waking up to our baby in your arms. It’s adorable and sexy.”

☆ he pauses. freezing in place. did he hear you right? our baby. him being a dad? sexy? fuck. you were definitely going to be the death of him.

☆ “[hero name]!” he calls out. you wink at him, skipping off to the agency. “baby! you can’t just say that and leave me like this!” he groans. having a hard on in the middle of work was going to be difficult to explain.

☆ the next morning, you saw the media, snorting at the headline. PRO HERO DYNAMIGHT SEEN SMILING WITH A KID. COULD WE POSSIBLY BE SEEING POTENTIAL FATHER MATERIAL?

☆ you yelp in surprise, dropping your phone on the side of the bed at the sudden touch of your boyfriend. “c’mere” he rasps. “why the fuck are you up s’early? it’s only 8am, go back t’sleep”

☆ “wanted to check the time is all. do you need something?” you ask.

☆ he shakes his head and lays you atop of him, grinding against your ass as a grin paints his lips, canines showing. “only thing I need is to fill you up to the brim and pump you full of my cum.”

☆ “katsuki! It’s only 8am!” you repeat his words. they fall deaf on his ears.

☆ next thing you know, you’re holding a test in your hand, double lines are present as a smug katsuki smirks at you. what a little shit.

#leewrites ☪︎#idk what I was thinking #brain go bye bye #bakugou headcanons #boku no hero imagines #bakugou brainrot #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #anime fic #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #katsuki x reader #bakugou smut #katsuki headcanons

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the-singlest-pringle · 2 years

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Common Knowledge (Or Not)

Bakugou has only officially come out three times. Each time, he was told that it was already known. So it was safe to assume that he wouldn't have to do it again, right?

Basically 3 times people assumed Bakugou was gay and 1 time he had to spell it out.

A/N: This is my first ever 100% angst-free fic!

Read it here on AO3

Bakugou had known for a long time that he didn't like girls. He was never really interested in romance altogether. While his classmates were off getting pretend married during recess, exchanging ring-pops while the boys wore clip-on bowties and the girls had napkin veils, Bakugou was off sulking at the fact that they weren't playing heroes. When his male friends started talking about the pretty girls in their class, Bakugou was adamantly doing anything else but that. He just didn't see the appeal of soft hair, soft voices, soft bodies, soft anything. If he wanted a partner, he would want them to be his true equal. He would prefer someone more rough. Rougher edges, strong hands, a deeper, booming voice, and sculpted muscles. So maybe he just described a man, but did that make him romantically attracted to them?

Bakugou thought about who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Who he would want to come home to. He tried imagining what that would look like. He'd go to the gym with them, making it a competition of who can lift the most. He'd spar with them, both of them going all out every time. He thought it would be nice to maybe share clothes. He'd want them to be as tall, maybe even taller than him. Big enough to lift him up. He imagined this partner. Imagined coming home after a long, hard day of saving lives to a deep voice asking how his day went. They would embrace him, wrapping their strong, muscular arms around his torso before turning him around to put their large, calloused hands around his waist. He would bring his hand to the side of a more chiseled face and lean in to-

Oh.

If he wanted a partner, he wanted them to be a boy.

After that realization, Bakugou came to the conclusion that he was gay.

Even though it was the 24th century and most of the world had become a lot more accepting of the LGBT community, there were still more old-fashioned people to be wary of. Coming out was still very much a thing, as people wanted to express their pride and acknowledge the history that their group experienced, and the LGBT population was still a minority group. So when he was ready, Bakugou decided that he would come out as well.

The first time Bakugou ever came out to someone, he was expecting surprise, confusion, acceptance, discomfort. Hell, even anger, hatred, or disgust would have been more expected than what he got from his parents.

“I know,” Mitsuki said nonchalantly, not even looking up from her magazine.

Bakugou furrowed his brow and looked at her. “What?”

“I know, Katsuki. I’ve known for a long time.”

“How?!”

Mitsuki just sighed exasperatedly. “Come on, Katsuki. You have never in your life shown interest in any girls. None of your classmates, no celebrities, no Pro Heroes outside of their capabilities.”

“Huh? That doesn’t mean anything!” He retorted indignantly.

“Don’t act dumb. I am your mother, first of all. And I have eyes. I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at male celebrities. I’ve had to hear your annoyed rants about whatever boy from your school you decided to fixate on for a period of time. I know why you have the specific Pro Hero posters that you do when there are an infinite amount of styles to choose from.”

Bakugou was gobsmacked. He looked to his father for some reassurance that his mother was just scarily observant, but all he got was a guilty look. Bakugou ducked his head, trying to hide his blush. “Am I really that obvious?”

Mitsuki sighed, putting her magazine on the coffee table and pulling her son into a tight hug. “No, you’re not. As I said, we are your parents. We know you. And no matter what, we will love you,” she reassured, planting a kiss into his hair.

“Okay, mom.”

The second time Bakugou came out was at the end of his second year of junior high. He decided that Kariage and Yaoi Hands could be considered close enough to know. They were sitting under the bleachers during lunch when he dropped the bomb.

“I like men.”

“Okay..?” Kariage said slowly, very clearly confused about the sudden statement.

Bakugou scowled. “Is that all you’re gonna say?”

“We kind of suspected it already,” Finger-Fuck admitted, continuing to scroll on his phone.

“The fuck? How?”

“Bro, you never join in on our conversations about hot girls, going so far as to tell us to shut up.”

“You didn’t get excited when Midnight revealed her new costume a few years ago,” Kariage added.

“You didn’t even bat an eye when Matsuda-sensei had that wardrobe malfunction!”

“So fucking what if that fire-quirk extra burned part of her shirt off!” Bakugou retorted.

“Point proven,” Salad Fingers said as if he just won the case of the century. Bakugou growled.

“Are you guys okay with it?” He ground out, trying to hide the edge of insecurity in his voice.

Kariage put his sandwich down and turned to face Bakugou fully. “Dude, we just said we already knew. If we weren’t okay with it we would’ve left a long time ago.”

“Don’t sweat it. It’s not like you’re fucking quirkless like Deku or anything. It’s not a big deal,” Jack Skellington Hands reassured, eyes still fixed on his phone.

“Damn nerd,” Bakugou mumbled at the mention of that name out of reflex. He turned away to hide his small smile at his friends’ easy acceptance.

He thought back to his mother saying that it wasn’t noticeable, which may be so. Twice is a coincidence. Three times is a pattern. He wasn’t sure how it would feel to prove his mother wrong this time around.

The third time Bakugou came out was to Deku, just to prove that it wasn’t a pattern. He had caught the nerd alone after school about a week after the second time. Deku was sitting at the koi pond, writing furiously in his notebook.

Bakugou unceremoniously dropped into the space next to him, earning a surprised flinch from him. “Shitty Deku.”

“Yes, Kacchan?” Deku asked nervously, slightly curling in on himself.

“I’m gay.”

“Oh.” Deku visibly relaxed.

“What do you mean ‘oh’?” Bakugou sneered.

“Well, I honestly didn’t expect you to actually come out. I thought it was the type of situation where you didn’t need to and it was just general knowledge.”

“Motherfucking FUCK!” Bakugou cursed, getting up from where he was sitting.

“Wait! Did I say something wrong?” Deku called after Bakugou, who kept angrily stalking away.

“Piss off, Deku!” he yelled from over his shoulder.

So much for proving himself wrong. There was no denying the pattern.

Since the shitty extras had no clue on how to keep their noses out of peoples’ business, word spread pretty quickly that Bakugou was gay. Besides the few blatant homophobes, nobody batted an eye at the new information. They acted as if the information wasn’t new at all.

After that, Bakugou decided there was no need to come out again. Apparently people just assumed that he was gay. He had no issue with that. It’s not like he was ashamed or anything. Bakugou just didn’t feel the need to be grandiose about that part of him, in the same way he thought his hair was just that, fucking hair.

When he got to UA, he just assumed that people would pick up on it, just as they had everywhere else. But apparently he thought too highly of his classmates, which is how they ended up in the current situation.

After Bakugou had cooked them dinner, the entire class decided to stay in the common room to socialize while the former resumed his studying at one of the dining tables. He was barely tuned into the conversation, only catching bits and pieces like ‘I know Kaminari prefers the no-bullshit type of people,’ or ‘Ojirou dates solely on personality’. He only decided to listen in a little more when his name was mentioned.

“What do you think Blasty’s type is?” Ashido questioned.

Asui placed a finger on her cheek before responding. “I don’t think he’s ever talked about it.”

“Hmm. Oh! Bakugou would want a girl who has a powerful quirk and personality to keep up with him!” Uraraka piped up.

Girl? Bakugou suddenly had his full attention on the conversation.

“Guys, I don’t think-” Deku started before getting cut off.

“He wouldn’t want a girl with a personality like his. He would feel threatened by her!” Jirou argued.

Bakugou let out a scoff. Deku made eye contact with him from one of the couches, his expression asking should I tell them? Bakugou just smirked in a way that said let’s see how far this goes.

“Why don’t we just ask him?” Kirishima suggested.

Kaminari craned his neck towards the dining tables behind the couch he was lounging on. “Kacchan. What’s your type?”

“How about all of you keep guessing and I’ll tell you who’s the most right.”

So the rest of the class, minus Deku, started throwing out ideas.

“I bet he’d want a girl who’s super smart!”

“A smart girl, ay?” Bakugou sarcastically responded as he dropped his backpack on the table, his rainbow pride pin on full display. But nobody noticed and they continued.

“He’s probably a secret softy who would appreciate a quiet girl.”

“Mhm. Quiet girls.” He just let out a short laugh as he pulled out his laptop and opened it, the gay flag sticker facing directly towards the couches.

“Oi, oi. I just know Kacchan is into curvy girls!”

“Curvy, you say?” Bakugou props his phone up on its popsocket, which had a pink triangle design.

“Well now you guys are just describing Momo.”

Bakugou barked out a laugh. “Hah! Fuck no. Sorry, Ponytail.”

“Well then what is your type?” Kirishima asked, genuinely curious since he has no clue what his best friend’s preferences were.

“Hmm.” Bakugou rested his head on his hand as if he were thinking and not showing off the ring with two intertwined male signs that wrapped around his middle finger. All eyes were on him. He gave them a moment to really take in what they were looking at, but they all kept staring in anticipation. He lets out a disappointed sigh. “You guys were all completely wrong, so I don’t think I’ll tell you.” And with that, Bakugou gathered his things and went upstairs, ignoring the yells of protest from his classmates.

“Oh, come on!” Kaminari slapped the arm of the couch. “What could his type possibly be? I swear we said everything!”

Then suddenly Jirou gasped. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh. My. GOD!”

“What, Jirou?!” The class collectively turned their attention towards the girl who seemingly had a revelation.

“The rainbow flag pin on his backpack!”

Everyone went silent for a second before chaos broke out. It was as if they collectively registered the extremely homosexual memorabilia that decorated Bakugou’s things. Bakugou just laughed at the sounds of commotion that he could hear from his room. He wondered how his class, which had at least one person for every group of the LGBT community, could have the shittiest gaydar in existence.

#mha #my hero academia #mha fic #my hero academia fic #fanfiction #bakugou katsuki fic #fluff #gay bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki #class 1a

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itgetzweird08 · 20 days

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Okay walk with me- this sound has had a death grip on me so I wrote a lil smth 👀 (I wrote two variations of this, so here’s the other version)

Bakugo x Reader

Imagine you and Bakugo knowing eachother since kindergarten. He was loud, boastful, smart and, proud. You were on the more quiet side, choosing to color or read or even nap during down times. You didn’t talk to Bakugo much, never had much of a reason to. You didn’t share any friends and didn’t have much in common. Yet, every once in a while, you would notice him staring at you. Yet you never thought much of it.

However, for Bakugo, every time your eyes met his, his heart fluttered in his chest. You were always a bit of a mystery to him, a puzzle he could never quite figure out. You were the only thing that really scared him. Not because he saw you as a true threat, but he knew himself and his personality, and even when he tried to be kind it was taken the wrong way. He never wanted to mess that up. But god, how he wish he could say hello.

As you got older, he only yearned more for you. He wished he had the courage to compliment your new hairstyle, or the new pin on your backpack. He over heard you talking about your favorite tv show one day, and he wished he was brave enough to come to you the next day after watching every episode, just to make conversation. As the years went by, Bakugo fell in love with you. Yet you, beautiful you, were unaware.

When you both got into UA, it was a miracle by All Might himself that you were both in class A together. And he finally saw it as his shot, his chance to get to know you more, and for you to know him. That way, maybe, you would come to love him just as he had come to love you for all of these years.

“I could never choose to love another”

“Maybe one day I could learn to love you…too”

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 1 month

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this is loosely based off of @emmyrosee 's messing with sukuna post bc i just love the idea of messing with your whiny baby dramatic boyfriend and i immediately thought about katsuki ! if you want this taken down lmk !

katsuki is hilarious to mess with.

you've only been staring at him for about 5 seconds when he turns to you.

"whaddya want ?" he asks with a raised brow. you're still all smiles, resting your head into your palm

"nothing." you hum, he grumbles a bit but doesn't pay it any mind. until you keep staring. he's trying to focus on his phone but you can tell he's about to snap when he starts squinting at the device.

"what ?" he grumbles, red eyes narrow at your smile widening.

"nothing !"

"yn. don't fuck with me."

"i'm not !" you giggle " i'm just looking at you, am i not allowed to ?"

you know exactly what to say to fluster him without fail every time, it's something you're most proud of when you see the tips of his ears turn a light shade of pink.

"..no."

you snort "no ?"

"shaddup." he says through gritted teeth "so what, you're just lookin' at me ?"

"yeah." you shrug "i like lookin' at my pretty boyfriend." you prop your head against the couch and sigh dreamingly to sell the lovesick act. katsuki inhales through his nose, chest puffing like he's upset and he tsks, ears and cheeks beet red.

"weirdo." he scoffs, then grabs the back of your head to pull you in and press his lips to yours roughly.

you're both breathing heavy when you pull away. he looks at you, mouth slightly agape as he heaves lightly, eyeing you from your eyes to your lips. and then he huffs through his nose like a bull and roughly pulls you into in chest, causing you to release an 'oomph !' at the force when he flops down onto the couch, pulling you with him.

"m'not pretty." he mocks your voice and you huff a laugh into his collarbone. you wiggle around and your boyfriend loosens his hold a bit so you can look up at him.

"you so are !" you argue, he won't look at you but narrows his eyes at the tv he'd turned to to distract himself from your gaze.

"nah, that's you, babe." he switches through the channels "thought you said i was handsome last week."

"you can be pretty and handsome at the same time, the proof is right in front of me." you flirt, he looks at your from the corner of his eye and his mouth curls up like he smelled something nasty when you wink at him.

"gross."

"you're blushing~" you sing, closing your eyes and laying your head onto his chest, you sigh happily when he starts rubbing up and down your back instinctively.

"go to sleep. m'tired of listening to you." he pushes your head down into his chest jokingly and you giggle. you can't see the smirk growing on his face from where your being shoved into.

you wrestle out of his hold to look at him to see he's already staring at you, half smirk on his face and he scoffs at your expression, you huff through your nose and your smile widens.

"you love me." you whisper knowingly, katsuki takes the hand off of your back to pinch at your side and he snorts when you squeal.

"unfortunately."

you yelp when he wets his lips and he captures yours in a sloppy wet kiss.

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joonipertree · 5 months

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To show someone that you care, is a gift itself. | Sugar Daddy Bakugo Series

Where you show Katsuki what a gift can be.

Tags: Artist!reader, very self indulgent, like guys....please buy me watercolour paper instead of Versace. Watercolour paper is stupid expensive. Im also not skilled enough to actually make the gift so--

Pt 1 Pt 3

Katsuki's birthday had been looming when the two of you started going out, like a weighted shadow. You had spent a very long stressing about what to get him with a budget that wasn't even worth a fraction of what he would buy you.

But, like gift giving was Katsuki's, it was your love language as well. And you'd gotten good at getting heart felt things for people. Admittedly, it took a lot of brainstorming and notes upon notes of what to get.

You'd always go overboard to please the people you cared about, afraid that they'll leave if you didn't cross the limits and bend over backwards for them.

Katsuki had always taken care of you, never asked for anything and your love was returned albeit in a quieter and tsundere manner. So the urge to go above and beyond didn't fester for long, knowing that your bare presence made him warmer.

Your gift idea came when he was on the ring, swift on his feet and solid in the rigidness of his body. You'd brought your sketchbook and while you wanted to keep your eyes on your boyfriend, your hands became busy with large curves and sharp flicks of your pencil that brought dark edges .

You'd made at least 20 quick gestures drawings that were more crude representations of movement for you. But with those and the feelings you trapped in your heart, you made thumbnails and chose one to draw large scale.

One where Katsuki's face was partially blocked by his arm and he gave a blow. His elbows were jagged, muscles taut and rippling. And his eyes sharp and cat like.

The charcoal pencils and sticks used to create tapered lines to create hard surfaces was 340 yen. The watercolour pallete used had messy paint splattered everywhere and its lid broken, having been with you for a good while. The coat over the charcoal was 50 yen hair spray that worked just as well as professional sprays.

It didn't cost a lot but your hands were full of care and by the end of it, you hoped that it'd be something Katsuki would at least like. The man could have the world but all you had was you.

You didn't realize that you were more than enough

Katsuki to lost his voice when you handed it to him at midnight, eyes wide as he stared at him but not him. The layers on layers of paint held emotions that he could only describe as love, meticulously hand picked and felt in strokes. He'd seen HD pictures of his fights, seen videos of them where his sweat and pores were as clear as day. The most he'd thought of them were how his form could improve or how cool he looked.

But what you made, it twisted something in his chest and stung his eyes and filled him to the brim with love so warm and overwhelming that his body wasn't big enough to hold it.

You two had been dating for 4 months, Katsuki had spent that time falling in love with you in ways he didn't think possible. He'd fall with every giggle and kiss and ramble and your face when you were concentrating. He'd never said 'I love you', hoping his actions showed it enough, still too scared to speak it in case it was met with hesitance or silence.

But Katsuki had gently put down the canvas, something you that you'd built, stretched and primed yourself. And while you made eye contact with the walls and ceiling, you explained how the only thing you could come up with was the painting, that you wanted to capture the emotions you felt when you saw him fight. That it wasn't much but---

Katsuki had engulfed you in a hug, hand on the back of your head to press it against him and an arm around your waist. He squeezed you, tried to express all that he was feeling with one hug alone. You felt it, held him tightly and carded your fingers through his hair. With his shoulders shaking, you had an inkling that he had been crying. When he spoke, with a wobbly voice, you were sure that he was.

"I love you." He'd muttered out for the first time.

"I love you more." You whispered back and Katsuki had firmly denied it, that no one could love a person as much as he loved you.

Getting a gift for you became hard after that, because Katsuki sucked at making shit.

#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugou #katsuki x reader #katsuki x you #katsuki x y/n #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #bnha fic #bnha x reader #bnha headcannons #bnha fanfiction

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moominsuki · 1 year

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telling katsuki you’ve never had a g-spot orgasm before and suddenly you’re back is pressed to his chest as you’re both sat in front of your bedroom mirror and he’s stroking the inside of you walls, making it his mission to make you cream all over his fingers

#you tell him you’ve never fingered yourself even #and all the guys you’ve dated have just never hit the spot #after that he’s folding you in a mating press and angling right to that spot #he’s so cocky after too because you wake up that next morning happy as fuck #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #✎𓂃uma thirsts。°˖⌕#anyways fic coming soon woo oh #✎𓂃stamped: (my hero academia)。°˖⌕#༝˚૮ .♡ katsuki.

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doumadono · 4 days

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Warnings: threesome, fem!reader, m/m/f, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, rimming, anal, orgasm denial, dom/sub, names calling, poly relationship, unprotected p in a & p in v

Synopsis: Bakugo's birthday is a special day, and you with Kirishima plan a steamy morning for your boyfriend

A/N: the prompt is: threesome for Bakugo's birthday ft. Kirishima I decided to post this one a bit earlier. Happy birthday, my sweet little gremlin!

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST BAKUGO'S BIRTHDAY EVENT 2024

Despite being pro heroes, Bakugo and Kirishima shared their flat with you, a sidekick working for their hero agency.

You weren't quite sure how it began, but eventually, you found yourself in a relationship with not just one, but both of your bosses.

And you didn't mind in the slightest. Both of them were such distinct personalities, and you felt privileged to know both sides of them.

Kirishima, known for his gentle nature, was not only as endearing and sweet as a puppy in public but also had a darker side that yearned to dominate those around him in his private life.

Bakugo, on the other hand, was the most snarky, driven, and grumpy man you'd ever met. Yet, behind the doors of your luxury apartment, he was quieter than his public persona, often letting Kirishima take the lead in decision-making.

Today, however, wasn't just any ordinary date on the calendar. It was April 20th - Bakugo's birthday.

Of course, Dynamight wasn't one for celebrations. He saw them as mundane and completely unnecessary ways to mark getting one year closer to the inevitable end, as he often referred to birthdays.

After all, it was Bakugo's birthday, and with a little help from you, Kirishima had planned a surprise that would leave Dynamight speechless.

As the first rays of the sun peeked through the curtains, Bakugo was rudely awakened by a firm hand gripping his already hard cock. He was having a vivid, wet dream about you and Eijiro when he was jolted awake by the rubbing sensation, growling in frustration. Katsuki groaned, his crimson eyes fluttering open to see Kirishima's smirking face.

"Happy birthday, Kats," red-haired purred, his hand moving up and down Bakugo's shaft. "Were you having naughty dreams again? I bet you were, considering you were grinding your dick against my ass in your sleep," Eijiro chuckled softly, lying on his side and watching Katsuki.

Bakugo grunted, his hips bucking up into Kirishima's hand. "Shut up, Eijiro," he growled, his voice husky with sleep and slowly accumulating desire.

Kirishima leaned down, capturing Bakugo's lips in a searing kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths with a familiarity that only came from years of being lovers.

Bakugo's hands found their way into Kirishima's fiery locks, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Kirishima trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses down Bakugo's neck, nibbling and sucking on the tender skin, leaving marks that would last for days.

Bakugo groaned, his head falling back as Kirishima's sharp teeth scraped against his collarbone. Kirishima's hand never stopped moving, pumping Bakugo's cock with a steady rhythm that had Bakugo writhing beneath him.

Moving lower, Kirishima licked and sucked on Bakugo's pierced nipples, causing Bakugo to hiss and arch his back slightly. Bakugo's hands moved from Kirishima's hair to his shoulders, his nails digging into the firm muscles as he tried to regain some control.

But Kirishima was having none of it. He pushed Bakugo's hands away, pinning them above his head as he continued his assault on Dynamight's body.

Bakugo struggled, trying to free his hands, but Kirishima proved to be stronger, at least this time. "Eijiro," Bakugo growled, his eyes flashing with an anger that was quickly replaced by arousal.

Kirishima just smirked, releasing Bakugo's hands and moving lower. He licked a trail down Bakugo's stomach, his tongue dipping into the navel before moving lower still, along Katsuki’s blond happy trail. Bakugo's cock twitched in anticipation, and Kirishima blew a cool breath over the head, causing Bakugo to groan and buck his hips.

“Fuck,” the blond-haired man grunted deeply.

The birthday boy wasn't aware that you were seated in his armchair on the opposite side of the room, watching the scene unfold with anticipation.

You couldn't deny it, watching boys together was a massive turn-on. Especially when Kirishima took charge — he was always slow and passionate, unlike Katsuki, who went straight for the main event at the first opportunity.

Without warning, Eijiro took Katsuki's cock into his mouth, sucking hard.

Bakugo's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he let out a guttural moan, his hands fisting the sheets as Kirishima's head bobbed up and down. Kirishima's tongue swirled around the head, lapping up the precum that was already leaking out.

Bakugo, who was usually so brash and aggressive, seemed almost vulnerable at this moment.

Kirishima bobbed his head up and down, his mouth working Bakugo's cock expertly, his tongue swirling around the tip, making Bakugo moan louder. Kirishima cast glances at Bakugo's flushed face from beneath his long, dark lashes.

Why did guys always have such great lashes? You pouted to yourself, pondering the unfairness of it all while fondling your breasts.

"Oh, fuck, Kirishima… Yes, just like that," Bakugo moaned, his hips thrusting forward, his cock hitting the back of Kirishima's throat.

Eijiro gagged slightly but didn't stop, his hands now working Bakugo's balls.

Katsuki’s cock was hard as steel, his tip aggressively red, his entire shaft throbbing with desire.

Just when Bakugo thought he couldn't take it anymore, Kirishima stopped, releasing Bakugo's cock with a pop. "Not yet, handsome," Eijiro mused, trailing his tongue slowly up Dynamight's body. "You need to earn your orgasm," the red-haired cooed.

A frown creased Bakugo's forehead; the blond panted, attempting to thrust his hips to create friction against Eijiro's abdomen, but it was futile. "You're a fucking tease," Katsuki growled, then pulled Eijiro into a heated kiss, wrapping one arm around his neck.

Red Riot pulled back from the kiss after a moment, giving Katsuki's temple a peck. "We've got a spectator," he whispered in a seductive tone, turning to you with a wink.

Bakugo shifted his gaze, and you could swear his cheeks deepened in colour upon seeing you there, dressed only in your lacy, white underwear, watching them with a slight bite to your lower lip. "Hey, Katsy," you greeted him softly.

It wasn't the first time you'd been intimate with either of them, though. The arrangement was straightforward — you could be with each other whenever the mood struck, but it stayed behind closed doors - the boys didn't want the world to know they were in a poly relationship. The media would catch wind of it in no time, and it could actually harm their reputations. And you'd always respected that boundary. You found yourself leaning more towards Kirishima, appreciating the gentler nature of your sex with him compared to Bakugo's roughness. But you’d never been with both of them at the same time.

You rose from your spot with a sway in your hips, making your way to the bed. With a flick of your fingers, you unclasped your bra, letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud. Like a predator stalking its prey, you crept onto the bed towards the boys, planting a kiss on Kirishima's lips before turning to Bakugo. "Happy birthday, Dynamight," you whispered in his ear, teasingly licking his earlobe. You turned to him a second later, your eyes meeting his crimson ones, and you saw the pure hunger in them. You leaned in, your lips brushing his slightly chapped ones, a soft, slow kiss that promised a day filled with passion and pleasure.

Katsuki’s hand reached up, cupping your cheek, deepening the kiss, his tongue exploring yours.

Your hands roamed his body, feeling the hard planes of his muscles beneath the pads of your fingers, your digits tracing the lines of his abs. You felt his cock stir against your palm, hardening even more with each passing second. You broke the kiss, your lips trailing down his neck, licking and nibbling, eliciting a low groan from him. You lazily stroked his shaft, gently sucking on the pulse point on the side of his neck, ensuring to leave a hickey behind, a sign of your fondness for one and only Bakugo Katsuki.

"You two idiots are spoiling me rotten today," Bakugo growled, rolling his head back on his pillow. “Goddamn, this feels so fucking good. Happy birthday to me, I guess," he growled, his voice low and husky.

You felt his calloused fingers traced a path down your spine, sending shivers down your body as you started jerking him faster.

With one swift motion, he rolled on top of you, effortlessly pinning you down on the mattress and peppering your chest with kisses and nips. He then got off you, kneeling beside your head and stroking his own cock. "Be a good girl and open that pretty mouth for me," he commanded.

You complied without hesitation, welcoming the mushroom head of his cock onto your flexed tongue seconds later.

Meanwhile, Kirishima took off his sweatpants, watching the two of you while lazily stroking himself. "Shit, you guys are so hot," the red-haired whispered, giving his own palm a lick before returning to stroke his dick.

Bakugo was surprisingly gentle with you this time, slowly moving his hips as he kissed you deeply. Of course, he couldn't resist fondling your breasts and slipping his rough hand between your thighs, rubbing your folds through the lace of your panties. “Someone’s wet, tsk!” he commanded with a grin that curled the corners of his lips upwards.

You used your hand to slide his foreskin a few times after pulling his cock out of your mouth to spit on its head. All the while, you glanced up at him, admiring the slight frown creasing his forehead as he hissed, watching you work. With your free hand, you gently cupped and fondled his ball sack between your fingers.

“Shit,” Bakugo rolled his head back a little. "This little minx is going to be the death of me one day."

Kirishima couldn't hold back any longer and knelt beside you as well, leaning in to playfully suck on Katsuki's nipples, toying with his barbells. "Kats, love," Kirishima whispered after sharing a passionate kiss with his boyfriend. "I want to... I need to fuck you, please," his voice was nothing but a plea.

Bakugo grabbed a fistful of your hair, gently pulling your head back, earning himself a sad pout from you. He glanced at Kirishima, giving the red-haired's cock a few quick strokes after spitting on its tip. "Go ahead."

Kirishima moved to kneel behind Bakugo, admiring his boyfriend’s tight ass. He licked his lips in anticipation, knowing that he was about to give Bakugo the best morning of his life. His strong hands spread Bakugo’s cheeks apart. He leaned in and licked Katsuki's hole, his tongue swirling around it, making it wet and ready for his fingers. He flicked his tongue against the puckered hole several times, humming. Then, Eijiro reached for the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube, squirting some onto his fingers.

Bakugo moaned as Kirishima inserted one finger, then two, into his ass, moving them in and out in a slow and steady rhythm. “Suck my cock,” he growled, lightly tapping your cheek to grab your attention as you were completely engrossed in listening to his pants while Kirishima fucked his ass.

As the obedient girl you were, you ran the tip of your tongue along your lips to moist them and took his throbbing cock into your mouth again, gently bobbing your head back and forth as Bakugo resumed rubbing your pussy.

He pushed your panties aside, revealing your glistening pussy, juices already escaping due to your intense arousal you were experiencing. “Tsk, you naughty brat,” Bakugo growled as he pushed two of his fingers inside you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, eliciting a loud moan from you; your sounds were muffled by his throbbing member fucking your mouth.

Kirishima could tell that Katsuki was ready, so he lubed up his cock and lined himself with his boyfriend’s ass, gently poking the tight hole as he slowly entered Bakugo's ass.

Bakugo's breath caught as he felt the fullness of Kirishima's cock inside him, stretching him to the limit. “Fuck.”

Kirishima's movements were slow and deliberate, allowing Bakugo to adjust to the sensation.

Soon, Bakugo's moans grew louder, and he pushed back against Kirishima, urging him to move faster.

Kirishima obliged, his hips snapping forward as he thrust into Bakugo over and over again. “You’re so tight for me, handsome,” the red-haired praised.

Bakugo's hands gripped your hair tightly as he kept on fucking your mouth, his knuckles white as he felt the tight knot building inside of his tummy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” the blond warned in a husky voice.

Kirishima's hand reached around, finding Katsuki’s cock and stroking it in time with his thrusts. Eijiro's thrusts grew more urgent, his own moans mingling with Bakugo's. "No, no, no, handsome. You'll cum when I say so. This time, you're not in charge here," Kirishima growled, nibbling at the back of Katsuki's neck, increasing his pace. Red Riot gripped Dynamight's hips tighter, pounding into him relentlessly, their bodies slick with sweat.

Bakugo's moans grew louder, his body tensing as he neared his climax. With a final thrust, Kirishima nearly sent Bakugo over the edge, his cock throbbing inside of Katsuki as he spilled his seed in his boyfriend’s asshole, slowly pulling out, watching his semen trickle out and pooling on the sheets between Bakugo’s legs. “Holy shit, Kats, I love you so much,” Eijiro grabbed Katsuki’s chin and turned his head around to kiss him passionately.

Bakugo's cock throbbed intensely in your mouth, and just when you thought he was about to release, he pulled away, muttering something about fucking you hard. You couldn't quite catch his words though; your mind was still foggy from watching the boys getting laid.

Moments later, all you felt was a rough tug at your ankle, causing you to slide towards the center of the bed. Bakugo leaned forward, planting kisses along the valley between your breasts and trailing his warm, wet tongue down your body. With his canines, he caught the edge of your panties and pulled them down your legs. Then, he nuzzled his nose against your moist mound, inhaling the strong, multifaceted scent of your arousal. Bakugo didn't hold back of course, eagerly licking your slit and lightly nibbling your clit, savoring the taste of your wetness on his tongue. “Fuck, you’re so delicious, little cunt,” he murmured, blowing cold air on your slick entrance which made you shudder in pleasure. He sucked your pussy lips into his mouth and let them go after a moment with a loud, wet sound.

Soon, you felt the tip of his cock rubbing up and down against your entrance, all hot and hard.

He positioned himself at your entrance and pushed inside roughly, making you cry out in pleasure and pain. He was monstrous, filling you up completely.

Kirishima lay beside you, slowly tracing his tongue along your collarbones before moving down your chest, flicking his tongue around your perky nipples.

Bakugo’s cock was slamming into your pussy with a force that made you see stars.

“That’s it, slut, that’s it,” Katsuki growled, a bead of sweat forming on his temple as he kept on fucking you hard enough to make the bed creak to the rhythm of his thrusts. He was relentless, fucking you with a ferocity that literally took your breath away.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your moans and gasps. Bakugo's thrusts became erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as he chased his release. He reached out to rub your clit, his fingers roughly circling it as he continued to pound into you, slapping your slit from time to time. “Who’s been such a naughty, needy slut?” He hissed through clenched teeth.

"I was, I was!" you whined, threading one hand into Kirishima's hair as he teased your nipples, while the other gripped Bakugo's forearm as if trying to anchor yourself.

Dynamight’s tip grazed all the right spots inside you, and you rolled your hips, craving more friction while moaning his name.

Suddenly, Bakugo gripped your hips tightly, lifting them off the mattress effortlessly. This forced you to arch your back as he thrust into you from a new angle, reaching deeper than before, penetrating the deepest parts of your sweet pussy. He turned his gaze towards Kirishima, pleading evident in his crimson eyes, silently begging for permission to finally reach his climax.

With a merciful nod, Eijiro spoke up, "You've been such a good, patient boy. You can cum now, handsome."

With a final, particularly hard thrust, Bakugo came, his cock spurting cum inside you, his orgasm ripping through him, causing him to cry out in ecstasy. “Ooooooughhh, God! Fuuuuck!”

Your orgasm followed shortly after, and your pussy clenched around his dick rhythmically, your juices coating his shaft entirely as you screamed his name, repeating it like a mantra.

You both collapsed onto the bed, your bodies slick with sweat and cum.

"Happy birthday, Katsuki," you whispered, your voice hoarse from screaming as you reached your hand out to stroke his slightly unshaven cheek.

"Happy birthday, my love," Kirishima accompanied, pressing a kiss to Katsuki’s forehead.

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