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kimchikrust · 1 year

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he lets you paint his nails | k. bakugou

> pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader

> word count: 995

> concept: college au (aged-up), established relationship, domesticity, gn reader, canon divergence

> summary: bakugou lets you paint his nails

> warning(s): smoking weed

> author’s note(s): so i'm noticing i prefer college au's because the idea of writing a high school pov is so funky monkey to me. also, this was inspired by art I saw on instagram, but I forgot the artist.

You love spending the day at Bakugou’s place.

When you first started the student-hero routine, you collaborated with Kaminari and Mina on when to schedule your patrols, so you could work with either of them. Unfortunately, Bakugou decided on an opposite schedule to his roommate, so he would only have to cross paths occasionally.

That meant whenever you were working, Bakugou was off. And when you were off, Bakugou was out of the apartment.

This weekend was different, though. He switched patrols with Kirishima, who needed his shift covered, and went home early.

He already knew you would be at his place. He asked you last night over the phone and then confirmed with Kaminari.

When he unlocked the door, the smell of weed knocked him back. He scrunched his nose in irritation, but it quickly died when he caught sight of you stirring something on the stove, swinging your hips to music in your head.

You turned around when he shut the door behind him, and you dropped your spoon. Your eyes were red and glazed over, but he could read the pleasant surprise on your face.

"Katsuki," you breathed, smiling. "You're home."

"It reeks in here." He frowned darkly, dropping his duffle bag and uniform next to the couch.

"You're usually not here to smell it," you confessed whimsically, unbothered. You go up to him and bring him into a tight hug. The type of hug you gave when you were inebriated and wanted to literally melt into him. He slowly eases into it. "You're not going on patrol?"

"I would have if I was assigned an area," he muttered. "Eiji needed me to cover another time for him, so he took this shift."

"Remind me to thank him later," he heard you mumble against him.

Bakugou chuckled softly, petting the back of your head. "You miss me or something?"

"Always, asshole." You pull away from him, but he keeps his arms around you. "You're reckless."

He glares at that. "What did you say?"

"Nothing," you say quickly, pecking his lips. "We're in Kami's room. Mina's here too."

"Goody," Bakugou remarks dryly, allowing you to drag him to Kaminari's room. The smell only got stronger the deeper you went into the apartment.

"Blasty boy is here!" Mina screeched when you showed up in the doorway. Kaminari was in the middle of a bong rip when his eyes met Bakugou's glare, and he choked.

Bakugou felt a brief sense of satisfaction as he watched Kaminari cough until tears ran down his cheeks.

"You're not supposed to be here," Kaminari wheezed out once he could speak.

"Why does the place smell dank?" Bakugou glared darkly.

"We do this every weekend. Chill out," you speak up, taking a spot on the ground next to Mina.

Every weekend? "How have I not smelled it?"

"Because your sense of smell isn't as impressive as you think." Mina giggles at your clap back as she takes the bong next.

"We were gonna smoke and then paint our nails," Mina tells him. Bakugou leans against the doorframe and glances at you, but you're preoccupied with choosing a color. "Can I paint your nails, 'Tsuki?"

"Not a chance, Pinky." He lowered himself next to you, nodded when you showed him your color, and wordlessly asked for his opinion. He looked over the options, a combination of the three of your collections, all scattered on the floor between them.

He picked a basic black and passed it to you, which you took with confusion.

"Can you do mine this color?" He could feel the rush of heat crawling up his neck when Kaminari and Mina began squawking at how soft he was for you.

You silence them with a look, which he's grateful for, and smile warmly.

"Of course. I'll paint yours, then mine." You shifted, facing him, and took his hand into your lap. "Oh, wait. I'm gonna take a rip first." You paused as you reached for the bong, glancing at Bakugou briefly to check for disapproval.

He smiled and gave you a wink, enjoying how your lips pulled back into a wider grin as you grabbed the bong by the neck.

He thought you looked pretty when you handled smoking like an expert. Even though he didn't smoke, he thought it was amusing when his friends got high. And when you got high, you laughed at everything, and Bakugou loved your laugh.

"So, when is the shift you're covering for Eiji?" You ask him after starting on his nails.

"Sometime next week," he mutters, although he probably should let Kaminari know too. "I think it's during one of your shifts."

"Oh, maybe we can pair up then," you smile, keeping your focus on his nail so close to your face that you're nearly cross-eyed. "Can I add some orange? I'll make it look nice."

"Whatever you want," he tells you, makes your chest swell.

It makes his stomach flip when he realizes how dainty your hands are compared to his, and he can feel his cheeks get warm. With his other hand, he brings it against your face and pulls you closer to press a kiss on your forehead.

"What was that for?" You laugh breathlessly. You feel his body shrug across from you.

"Felt like it."

Off to the side, Mina is pretending to show Kaminari a video on her phone, but she's really recording this sweet moment where you're painting Bakugou's nails.

Bakugou loves that you painted his nails. As the week begins and you two return to your everyday routines, Bakugou checks his nails constantly.

He's careful and makes sure the polish doesn't chip off. He checks for hangnails every hour and uses oil on his cuticles.

When he's in class, and it's been a while since he's seen you, he'll start rubbing the side of his index finger against the nail on his thumb. Something about feeling the smooth paint gives him relief.

(im definitely projecting, but i hope you enjoyed)

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #fluff #bakugou fluff #glitterbomb 🪩💥#bkg in college #college au #college bakugou #bkg #college!bakugou #bakugou katuski x reader #girls who smoke weed

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shutit-haha · 7 months

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"Katsuki," you swayed, "I think I might have been roofied."

"What!?" He gives himself whiplash from how fast he turns, neck cracking and muscles giving a slight pull. The two of you are in some damn frat house because someone invited you and you REALLY wanted to go. Knowing full well that you would stay here for an hour tops, half-hour if everything was already in full swing. This was certainly knew though, I mean 45 minutes in and you've been ROOFIED!

"I said," you leaned against him. Closing your eyes and attempting to take deep breaths even though those very same breaths seemed to make it feel worse. "Sorry Kat," you grabbed at him tightly with your hand. "My stomach's getting all swirly."

He goes into full fucking panic mode. His large hands wraps around your arm a little too tightly dragging you into the crowd with him. He's moving like a fucking linebacker just shoving whoever's in his way. The blonde takes a sharp left turn around a corner yanking you into a hallway with him. The lights here are shut off making it damn near pitch black. His shoulder slams into strangers making out and dry humping and the two of you cringe at the moans that come from the many bedrooms. The floor underneath your feet is sticky, and with the way you feel right now it's a fight just to rip yourself off the wood. Your muscles feel heavy, eyes barely open. The world keeps swirling and spinning, bright colors popping out at you even in the darkness. There's this terrible throbbing between your legs, making your thighs tremble slightly.

"Kat," you whine. He kicks open the bathroom door throwing out the couple currently occupying the space.

"Yea," he gently guides you over to the toilet bowl. "Wait actually don't fucking touch anything in here, it's all disgusting. Bastards don't know how to fuckin act." He's tugging you out into the hallway again, the couple from just a few seconds ago scurrying back in.

"Katsuki," your legs are struggling to keep up. You feel weak in the knees, stumbling over yourself as a result. Your hearing comes and goes, a war between absolute silence and migraine inducing noise. "Bakugo I can't," air escapes you in huffed breaths. "I can't keep up, please," you beg him.

The blonde -still rushing for a reason you don't understand anymore- scoops you up in his arms. "I'm gonna get that shit out of your system, and kill that asshole. Fuckin scum, piece of shit doesn't deserve to walk the earth." He grumbles clutching on to you even tighter. Your brain is so fuzzy you giggle at his silly words. "What," he looks down at you for a quick second.

"Hot, Kat. Tired," you yawn. Moving with large strides Bakugo carries the two of you out of the fraternity. You shiver the moment the cool air hits your sweating skin. "Cold," you whine curling into him and wrapping tightly around his neck. The poor man chokes with the grip you've got him in. How the hell is he expected to breath in a condition like this?! Not only that but you're pressed flush against him with the way you've twisted yourself around.

"HAH, didn't you jus' fuckin say you where hot?!"

"I'm hot on the inside Katsuki," you screech and wail. You say it like it's common knowledge and it kills him a little. "Wait," your hands fly outward. "I got throw up." The man damn near drops you, only half careful of how he's handling you. Your feet hit the ground and you bend at the ankles and then knees. Just as you're situated it all hurls itself back up. It's ok though, because he's here to hold back your hair for you.

"Gotta get your dumbass home," he mumbles under his breath. You whine bringing your hand up to your mouth to wipe away the mess, only for Bakugo to grab at your wrist. "Don't you fuckin' dare, that shit's gross."

"How am I supposed to clean myself," you look up at him with big blown pupils. Your lashes leave long shadows on your face from the streetlight, lips puffy from whatever drug was forced into your system. There's water lining the bottom of your eyes, a result from emptying your guts, and you're still so hot.

"Just hold on a minute, dammit." His head whips around in search of something, though to no one's surprise there's not much to clean with on the front lawn. His eyes fix onto the door, resignation settling in. "Don't you fucking move from here," he points down at you aggressively. "Do you understand?"

You nod absentmindedly, hand coming up to your mouth once again.

"Don't do that shit! Just sit still dammit, I'll be right back." He hates having to run back into that fucking mess of a party. It reeks worse than it did before, the odor much more noticeable after breathing in some fresh fucking air. He fears that if he makes the wrong step he'll roll his ankle from the sticky floor, and then theirs all the bodies. These jiggling, sweaty bodies, in sync and yet still so far off beat. He's quick, bulldozing through all those extras to get to where he's going. You've been fucking drugged by one of these damn creeps and part of Bakugo worries that they'll find you while you're all alone out there.

"Katsuki," big gooey smile, when he emerges back outside. A shiver racks through him, the cold catching him off guard. He immediately steels himself right afterward determined not to let it happen again. "Katsuki," you sing, "kat-suki, suki, kat. kat, suki," you giggle and then smile. You're clearly out of your damn mind, body rocking back and forth while your hands grip onto your ankles tightly. You look like a fucking kindergartener, at the thought of that he snorts.

"Here," he throws the whole paper towel roll at you.

"Thank yoou," more singing, and an even bigger grin.

He only spares you a couple seconds to clean yourself before he's yanking you up onto your feet. The rough skin of his hand wraps around your elbow, and you stumble right into his side. The roll is hugged close to your buddy like some sort of stuffed animal, thighs pressed together tightly. "Can you carry me again?" Your eyes fall shut sleepily, cheek resting against his hard shoulder.

"Hah!?"

"Please," your hip presses against his now. "Please, I'll kiss you if you'll do it for me."

"Don't say that shit," his cheeks dust pink like a school boy.

You giggle, "I'll kiss you even if you don't pick me up." Paper towel roll still pressed against your chest, you lean into him lips grazing under his jaw. "I wanna kiss you," you hum breathing in his scent.

"Don't say that shit!"

"But I wanna kiss someone," you whine.

"Someone?"

"Anyone," you kiss the flesh at his jaw and neck.

"That shit's getting to you."

You nod absentmindedly again, placing another kiss on his warm skin. "Mhm, I think so."

"I'm taking you home," he bends at the knees slightly begrudgingly picking you up.

"Mmmm," you hum, "I like the sound of that."

He squeezes your thighs harshly receiving a slight hiss from you. "Gotta fucking behave if I'm gonna be doing this shit for you. Not gonna fucking baby you for you to be a brat."

Your arms wrap around his neck bringing yourself as close to him as possible. That damn paper towel roll still smooshed between the two of you. "Does that mean you're gonna punish me?" It was said so innocently, still made his cock twitch.

"Don't say that shit," he growls at you, jostling your body as a way of adjusting himself.

"I'm sorry," you kiss his neck, "I'm sorry."

"Don't do that shit either."

"But," you grind against his abs, "I need to feel something."

"Not me! Take care of yourself later," the thought of you touching yourself quickly popped into his head. Once again he was jostling you to adjust his pants.

"You feel so good," another innocent comment as you grind yourself against him.

"What's I say about behaving," he snaps at you.

"But you said to take care of myself."

"Later!"

"Are you gonna punish me now?"

Thank god the car was coming into view. "Oi! I'll fucking drop you!" He hakes his head, "the hells your obsession with that shit."

You shrug, "like how your hands feel on my ass." Another kiss to his neck, and then your hips jolt on their own grinding against his hard abs. This time you just can't stop yourself, the pit of your stomach feels like it's on fire and the way your muscles are contracting- you just have to. You need too.

"Hey," some part of his subconscious had clearly been paying attention to you. The part about his hands, and the punishment, because his hand came up and then down in one sudden slap. You could hear it whoosh in the air, and then that crackle when it met your rear. You stilled, moaning and arching your back. He nearly fucking dropped you, the one hand holding you completely unprepared for that hell of an arch.

"Fuck," you panted. Your lips kissed a trail up his neck and then nipped the skin behind his ear. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry d-" You bit your lip, suppressing what so desperately wanted to be said.

He fucking dropped you.

Your legs where shaky, knees buckling soon as your feet hit the floor. You expected to fall onto your knees just like you did on the lawn, but he slammed you up against the car. Your back roughly hit the metal, one hand keeping your hip trapped against it, the other hand keeping hold of your wrist. "You're driving me fucking crazy you know that," he spat in your face. His breath fanned against your skin, eyes burning. "I have no clue what that fucker gave you but-"

You kissed him, hips wiggly in his hand in search of friction. He bit your bottom lip, teeth sinking into plush, your back arched. "Fuck me, please. Please just fuck me, swear I'll stop after that. It'll make it stop just fuck me please just-"

He leaned back in, mouths smashing together, teeth clinking just before he forces his tongue in catching a taste of your mouth. Aphrodisiac, "bastard gave you a fucking rape drug."

You shake your head, hips wiggling with more vigor. "No want it," you breath heavily, "want it."

He shoves you aside, opening the passenger door for you, "just the drug."

"No," you're crying now. Hand venturing down to your waist band to give yourself some kind of relief. "Want you," you bite your lip when your hand grazes your clit. "I-" pant, "want you." All your weight is held up by the car, eyes shut to better see the fantasies. "Fuck," you groan.

He doesn't know what to do, he's kind of just watching you. It feels gross, feels wrong but, fuck he likes it. Mouth agape while you fuck yourself to him. It's not real. He's gonna wale up. It's just a wet dream, a movie.

"Wanted you since-" gulp, "that compression shirt, at the- at the gym." You whimper at that, "sweat, nipples were hard." Your eyes open all half lidded and hazy, pupils having consumed whatever color was once there. Your sclera isn't even visible anymore. "You're such a whore," as if your fucking pussy wasn't literally squelching right now.

That was it for him, you weren't gonna fucking insult him like that. As if you were some fucking saint. Yeah, right. He slams the passenger door shut, the back door flying open followed by him quickly shoving you into the car. Your back bounces on the leather seats, one hand quickly rushing to yank down your pants and underwear. The burly man climbs in right after you moving with quick hast, he shuts the door behind him with another loud slam.

"Keep that fucking mouth shut," hand squeezing a the sides of your throat. He's fucked once or twice, never like this. In the back of his car, cock aching, in such a hurry. With the way you were acting it seems like it's only take a couple strokes before you tapped out, you had already been edging yourself in a way. (I mean with you grinding and whatever else and him stopping you every other five seconds.)

He unbuttons his jeans, briefly thinking about turning on the air-conditioning only to decide against it. Fuck it, let the windows fog up. (That'd be new too.) Katsuki doesn't even unzip his pants he just tugs at the sides and forces the zipper to go down itself. You brely catch a glimpse of his boxers before those too are tugged down his muscled thighs. Damn gym rat.

He rudely slaps away the hand you have between your legs, only to smack his dick against your clit. "Condom," you mutter.

"Didn't I say to shut up," it's a nasty snarl, yet still you have the balls to smile at him.

"Please," you spread your legs for him.

"Didn't bring one," fuck please don't tell him this is what's gonna cock block him. He'll fucking destroy this car with the amount of anger that wants to blow. Yet you ever so seductively reach into your bra and pull one out.

"Here." You take it between your teeth tearing at the packaging while he pumps himself. You pass it over to him, the wrapper gracefully falling somewhere underneath the seat, condom rolled on in a blink. No prep, just his dick getting shoved into you.

It's a stretch, a painful, hissing stretch. Your tugging at his shirt pulling it off of him while you adjust, his hands sliding up and under to unhook your bra. "Move," it's a command, an order. And despite his big fucking ego, he listens to you. One large hand placed next to your head, the either forcing your shirt up as it ghost over your body. Your scratching at his back, and rubbing his scalp. It's an odd combo of pain and pleasure for the both of you as a result. "More," you're shouting now, "more," you gasp.

"Take your shirt off," his voice is gravelly and out of breath. The hand once fondling with your breast is now gripping under your thigh. It's pushing your legs up and up and up, till they're resting right on top of his strong shoulders. Your pussy clenches around him upon feeling the muscle moving under your legs. His mouth comes down to suck your right nipple, eyes staring dead into yours.

Fuck you're cuming, quick with his name on your tongue. "Not fuckin' done," he groans, grinding into you with another thrust. "Don't even think about movin' didn't-" He hisses, "fuck, didn't get to cum yet." Another grind and then he's bringing a calloused finger to your clit.

"Katsuki..."

"Yeah baby," it's low and husky, drawing more slick from you.

"Was lying about the condom." He gives you a harsh thrust at that, clearly fucking pissed. "Don't give a shit about it," he nearly pulls all the way out to slam back in. "Just wanted to-"

"Get to the fuckin' point," other hand squeezing at your throat.

"Want you to come in me," you're fucking yelling. "Please," begging.

"Fuck baby, that's enough to make me come on the spot."

You whine at that, "no."

"No?"

"No, please. Inside please."

He pulls out, smirking when he sees how your walls clench around the empty space. "Missing me," he teases rolling off the condom carelessly dropping it onto the floor. In a snap he's back in, three strokes and then he's gone.

The liquid is fucking hot, it's scorching. You wanna taste, wish you would have gotten the chance to. The thought of that has your walls fluttering and coming a second time. Your eyes are all dazed and glossy, hair sticking to your neck and forehead. Carefully Katsuki pulls your shaking legs off his shoulders, while your hand reaches up to push his hair out of your face. "Fuck you're a brat," your lip tint smeared all over his lips.

It makes you smile all soft and gooey. "I'm tired now."

He snorts, pulling your underwear back onto you. "'Course you are," he tugs on his boxers and jeans. "Don't let any of that shit spill out you understand me?" He's pointing at you, face back to that scowl. You nod, pulling your pants back on. The both of you tug on your shirts, he moves to the front while you remain laying in the back. You find a sweater of his and tug it on while he starts the car, rolling down the windows to air the thing out.

"We're doing that shit at least one more time," he says pulling the car out of park.

"You're place or mine," you smile at him through the rearview mirror.

#x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #college au #aphrodisiac #afab reader #smut #reader insert #unprotected sex

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satoruyes · 1 month

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currently cant stop thinking about modern au college!bakugou. (gn!reader)

the smart blonde pretty boy who’s so quiet in all of your lectures, but chipping in with answers and sometimes even correcting your professor.

collage au!bkg who you often make eye contact with when you look over at him just to see him already looking at you

college au!bkg who seems to be getting closer and closer to the area you sit at as the weeks pass by

college au!bkg who you quietly go sit by one day and it’s been like that ever since

college au!bkg who stays after class with you to help you understand anything you didn’t during lecture

college au!bkg who offers to walk around campus with you to go get lunch

college au!bkg who genuinely enjoys your company and asks for your number, “just in case”

college au!bkg who accepts your offer when you ask for him to come over and work on a project together

college au!bkg who invites you over when his friends and roommates have a small get together over at his apartment

college au!bkg who looks forward to class even more because of you

#lulawrites #katsuki bakugou #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #college au

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not-kat · 1 month

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randomly got the urge to revisit an old flame

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kiisaes · 6 months

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costume swap! 👻🐺

#this is the first year i have an appropriate halloween drawing posted right on halloween ><#this year marks 4 years of halloween bkdk ... all 4 years of college marked by bkdk ...#bnha #mha #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bakudeku #bkdk #fan art #becki draws stuff n stuff #rendered #halloween

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misssmina · 1 month

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UA University Athletics: Pt. 1

Bakugou, Kirishima, Midoriya, Iida, Sero, Todoroki

Bakugou: This menace plays any and all contact sports freshman and junior year (As recommended by his father and his counselor for his anger). Hockey, football, wrestling, etc. Late into his junior year and senior year he switched over to cross-country because he had a better grasp on his emotions and just needed something regular to blow off steam.

Kirishima: Probably the same sports as Bakugou, but stuck with hockey the longest. He gives me happy goalie vibes, loves being on the ice and knows nothing can get through him. Definitely has a very devoted fan club.

Midoriya: I can see Izuku running track in his early years, as he gets more toned and muscular he also takes up an interest in football and gymnastics. (He and Bakugou are fan favorites because of their arguments on the field but how well they work together.)

Iida: You KNOW this boy is a track star. Born to do long distance, forced to be a sprinter. He stuck with track all four years, but dabbled in wrestling his sophomore year, it was a little barbaric for his taste.

Sero: Pole vaulting. Not sorry. Probably volleyball as well. He’s lanky and limber, but still toned and strong. He liked volleyball a lot until he took a ball straight to the nose.

Todoroki: Definitely gymnastics, probably forced to do fencing. Beautiful and graceful in both. Also has a very devoted fan club, probably full of older women.

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animeismyhappyplace · 9 months

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Even Mundane Days Can Become Electrifying

This is my own work! Please do not repost or translate without permission! Minors DNI or you'll be blocked, thank you!

Denki Kaminari x female reader smut

TW : AFAB reader, quirk use during sex, oral (f. receiving), fingering, pet names, rough sex, swearing, creampie, no condoms used (wrap it people!), Semi public oral sex, reader is almost caught naked, brief mention of the Bakusquad and Midoriya.

Synopsis: While chilling out in the common area of the UA college dorm Denki Kaminari decides to shoot his shot with Y/N his long time crush.

It had been a relatively quiet day surprisingly enough for the UA college dorms. Y/N had been quietly texting Mina about an upcoming party when she realised just how quiet her surroundings actually were, the thoughts of where her other friends could be sweeping through her mind when footsteps sounding against the cold floor caught her attention.

Casting her eyes upwards she meets the gaze of a good friend, Denki Kaminari, who has chosen to sit across from her watching her movements intently “Hey, Kaminari, have you noticed there's nobody here? Kinda weird huh" She giggles softly breaking the awkward tension that has set in. Denki looks around noncommittally while humming to himself "Sure it's odd but it does mean that we're alone... We could do whatever we want" His face has a smirk set into it as his eyes drape over her relaxed form causing a blush to darken her delicate features.

Kaminari comes to sit beside Y/N as he places his hand on her thigh, the shock of his boldness making her jump back a little "K-Kaminari! What are you doing?" The shock of his sudden display of affection has her shifting backwards subconsciously “I was just checking some information I got was true~” he says as he slowly runs his fingers up and down her leg.

She's too stunned to speak for a moment as a shiver runs down her back "what information?" she questions but doesn't pull back wanting to see where this will go "that doesn't matter now, you don't have to be so shy around me Y/N" He leans closer towards you until their faces were almost touching. "it feels nice right? Being close this like" his voice has turned husky and low as if he was getting lost in lustful thoughts "don't tell me you haven't thought about it before, about what I could do with my quirk" he grins widely as her face burns with embarrassment as she thinks about the nights she had pictured her blonde friend in her mind making her fall apart on his fingers "I-" she gulps nervously as she tries to make sense of this situation, eyes darting down to look at his fingers drawing deliciously dedicate shapes on her plush thighs "I know you want it... don't lie to yourself" his hand slides further up her thigh gently caressing the bare skin he finds there "I can see it in your eyes all that desire burning brightly. I can help you out y'know" He leans in closer, his lips almost touching hers "but first..." a whimper almost breaks free from her throat at their close proximity, unknowingly leaning towards her friend "f-first what?" her voice wavers as she tried to hide how he's effecting her "I need you to show me how much you want it" he whispers into her ear as he moves his hand up to brush past her panties.

His warm breath tickles her neck "show you? how Kami?" a shiver licks up the length of her spine as she feels his lips ghost her neck "tell me what you want and I'll do it" he kisses along her jawline, trailing soft butterfly kisses down her neck "just give me a sign, a small one won't hurt, right? Jus' need to know you want this as much as I do" His hand stops at the edge of her panties, brushing along the elastic to tease her as much as he can.

A sigh leaves her lips as she nods her head slowly leaning her neck back to feel his delicate kisses needing more from him "I- I want you Kaminari" she lifts her arms to wrap around his neck pulling his body closer to her own until he's almost on top of her "I knew you needed me" he bites his lip as his hand slides under her panties, gently caressing her warm skin "you don't have to hide it from me anymore" he presses his thumb against the wetness gathering between her legs.

Her eyes drop down to watch his exploring fingers "I've always liked you honestly, I was just too-" she is cut off by a sudden moan as she feels the blondes fingers pushing against her slit, he chuckles softly kissing back up her neck and along her cheek as he pulls away "too shy to admit it" he finishes for her while slipping his finger inside her warm hole, rubbing against her sensitive walls.

She nods her head "thought you wouldn't like me back I guess, you're so outgoing and I'm so shy" she shudders as she spreads her legs without thinking of the action much "Fuck baby~ you're already wet and I've barely touched you~" a blush burns across her face at his lewd words, it's been a while since someone touched her body so intimately and now her crush is the one touching her it's no wonder she's so worked up she thinks to herself.

A look of shock briefly flashes across his face "you thought I wouldn't like you? I think your fucking gorgeous" he grins returning his attention back to her neck licking and sucking as he pulls his finger away to suck her essence off his finger moaning at her taste.

She watches his actions with rapt attention only serving to turn her on more before he returns his hands to her body pushing a finger into her waiting hole and using his thumb to rub across her clit, pulling her shirt and bra up to reveal her perfect tits to his eyes taking in the view before he drops his head down to kitten lick at her pebbled nipple.

The sensation causes her entire body to come alive as her hips grind against his hand eagerly. His tongue swirls over her nipple teasingly before sucking her nipple into his mouth. He continues leaving bites and small bruises over her chest looking down with pride keeping his rhythm on her puffy clit pulling countless moans from her throat.

"Tell me what you need baby?~" he grins as he slips another finger into her weeping hole making her throw her head back against the sofa cushions and her hands grip against his arms "W-want your mouth on my pussy Kami" his grin widens even further hearing this request.

He moves quickly to comply pulling her pants and panties down her legs throwing them on the floor as he admires her bare pussy. He bends his head laying his belly down on the couch and pulls her towards him by gripping her thighs, he keeps his hold on her tight as he licks a long stripe up the length of her slit moaning at her taste. Her head tips backwards as she feels his tongue against her most private place, her hand moves to grip his beautiful blonde hair pulling his face plush against her sopping pussy.

She tastes incredible, he can't get enough of her sweetness. He runs his tongue along her clit swirling it around gently before sucking it into his mouth making her squirm in pleasure as he continues eagerly licking and sucking everywhere he can. Denki slips a hand down from her thigh to push two fingers into her waiting hole, aiming for the deepest parts of her as he focuses his mouth on her clit sucking and licking "O-oh Kami~ please don't stop! He smiles widely hearing those words, he increases his pace slightly thrusting his fingers deeper inside her while continuing to suckle on her sensitive spot. Her breathing becomes heavier now, she's close...very close. Just one more touch will send her over the edge.

As he watches her start to fall apart a devious thought floods his minds and without thinking too much he sends a small spark of electricity through his tongue onto her throbbing clit as he speeds up the pace of his fingers and tongue, as the spark shocks her clit she lets out a loud moan legs shaking as she cums hard, mouth agape and head back on the cushions while gripping his hair tightly

He keeps up his steady pace for a few more moments to help her ride out her orgasm before slowly pulling his fingers out of her abused pussy and leaning back against the couch with a smug smile on his face, he watches as she catches her breath as she looks at him with a smile "Could've warned me Kami" she giggles as he licks her essence off his fingers "well I have been told I'm electrifying" he jokes with a cheeky wink.

She looks at the bulge fighting to be freed from his pants as she sits up and wraps her arms around his neck "Maybe we should finish this in my room" she smiles at him sensually before the pair jump hearing voices coming from the other side of the main door.

"Come on dumbass extras i want a shower!"

"Calm down Kacchan, I know today's been long but we can relax now for a while"

"Yeah chill out bro, the day's still young right?"

Y/N and Kaminari look at each other with fear flashing in their eyes as they grab her clothes and run into her room slamming the door behind them. From behind her door they giggle together hearing the voices disappear further into the dorm "that was close" she sighs before Denki looks at her with a smirk "now where were we?" He stalks towards her as he pulls her to him by her waist "we're not done yet", with that said he leans forward and kisses her deeply once more with his heart racing and body tingling with excitement, she grabs his hand and pulls him to her bed.

She scrambles onto her bed and lays down on her pillows as she beckons him to her with her finger "need you to fuck me Kami" she spreads her legs to invite him in, at her beckoning he crawls over to her and removes his pants and boxers, freeing his long hard dick. He moves his body closer to hers and positions himself at her entrance, he takes a deep breath and slowly pushes himself in, all the while she runs her fingers through his soft hair.

She whimpers as she feels his cock push through her abused walls, gripping his hair tightly as he starts to slowly rock into her "Fuck Kami you feel so good~" he pushes in further feeling her warmth engulf him, he starts to pick up the pace, his hips moving faster and faster. He feels her walls tighten around him "Your pretty pussy is sucking me in so well baby~ F-fuckk~" to keep himself and Y/N quiet he leans down and kisses her deeply, licking his tongue against her own as his thrusts never falter, feeling her pussy tighten around him as he hits that spot inside her over and over with every thrust.

He wraps his arms around her back pulling her closer to him, his moans luckily are covered by her kisses as he pushes deeper inside her. "Ahhh... Fuckkkk..." He moans out loud, trying to hold back his orgasm until she cums first "I love how you feel around me baby" she nods against his lips as she squeezes her walls against his throbbing cock "I- I'm close Kami fuuckk-" he moans softly at her words reaching his hands down to rub his fingers against her clit in fast circles.

He groans when he hears this, slamming into her harder than before while toying with her clit, wanting nothing more than for her to reach climax first. He holds onto her thigh tightly with his free hand, keeping her body steady as he fucks her hard. "Cum for me babe.. cum for me please! Need to feel you cum on my cock" her thighs shake against his body as she tips her head back hard against her pillows as her hands grip tightly against his shoulders leaving crescent marks where her nails have dug in, Kaminari shoots a small bolt of electricity through his finger to shock her clit tipping her over the edge as she tightens around his cock cumming hard, biting her lip to stop her loud moans.

He feels her body tighten around him, hearing her loud breaths as she moans his name, his own voice becoming muffled from her lips. He feels the warmth of her juices drip onto his cock, his hands tightening harder onto her body. "You feel so fucking good babe, so so fucking good~" his thrusts start to falter as his hot seed drips out of his cock into her waiting pussy as he cums hard, kissing her to stop his moans hoping the others can't hear them, he rocks into her for a few more thrusts before slipping his spent cock out of her pussy spreading her thighs.

Kaminari watches mesmerised as his cum drips out of her mixing with her own juices "so hot.." He says, dropping his head down to taste their combined juices licking against her overstimulated cunt, his hard cock twitching as he sees her pussy slowly pulse around nothing, his eyes never leaving her body as he gets up from the bed grabbing a cloth to clean them both up.

once he's happy they're both thoroughly cleaned up he flops onto her bed turning to look into her eyes as he smiles at her his smile widens as he runs his hands through her hair, pulling her close to him until their lips meet in a passionate kiss. "I think you're amazing" he says between kisses, his hands traveling down her body as he feels her respond to his touch. "I love how you feel babe.. like.. like you were made specifically for me" she blushes at his words pulling him down for another deep kiss "I feel the same Kaminari, I've always liked you and I hope we can maybe go on a date when we're next free" she smiles as she looks up at him while drawing shapes on his chest with her fingers as she snuggles close to his body "a date? Sounds nice" he whispers softly as he wraps his arms around her.

He feels hope bloom in his chest at the thought of dating Y/N "we could do anything you want babe.. Anything at all you know that right? I may not be the best hero but I'll give you the moon on a string if you ask for it" she feels her heart swell at his words, giving him another small kiss on the lips "hush you're perfect for me, who knew this would be the outcome when you decided to shoot your shot" she giggles at him softly but thankful one of them was brave enough to make a move "yeah well... It just felt like the thing to do, y'know?" He replies with a chuckle, running his fingers along her waist "but yeah, I'm glad it turned out so good and thanks for being my girl.. I don't regret my actions one bit not if it led to this... to us" his smile is bright as he looks into her eyes with so much love before they're interrupted with a loud banging to her door "What the FUCK are you extras doing in there?! I don't wanna hear your shitty moans!" their faces hold a look of shock before they burst into fits of laughter at their friends explosive tempter "leave us alone dude! get your own girl!" Kaminari laughs as he throws a pillow at the door, their laughter dying down as they lay together getting ready to spend the rest of their day cuddled up in each other's embrace.

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nooepkt · 1 year

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✨KRBK CollegeAU 🌨

“Snow fight” between Kirishima & Bakugo hehe.

#bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima #krbk #mha kirishima #katsuki bakugo mha #kiribaku #krbk fanart #mha fanart #bakugo #mha #bakugou katsuki #bnha #dark academia #my hero acedamia #nooepkt krbk!collegeau #dark hair kirishima #college au

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aira-writes · 6 months

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Love Language

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Warnings: curses

characters are in college

♡Bakugou's love language is physical touch

♡You guys don't often see each other at school because you're from different departments.

♡ Going on dates and hanging out happens rarely too when you're both swamped with schoolworks.

♡ So as much as you don't like it, the only mini-dates you'd have with each other is binge-watching movies on weekends.

♡ On most days, he'll visit your dorm room after his classes for the day are over

♡ Bakugou would softly knock on your door with his school uniform on and bag loosely hanging on his left shoulder

♡ His ears would perk up when he'll hear your footsteps nearing the door

♡ You'd open the door and the exhausted look on his face would be replaced by a small smile as he'd see your pretty face and extended arms-- asking for a hug

♡ As corny as it seems—but all his exhaustion would be thrown out the window when you'd envelope him in a tight hug and your sweet familiar colgne would invade his nostrils

♡ “Imissedyou, baby.” He'd mumble in a soft whisper and you'd kiss his nose mumbling a “Missedyoutoo, `suki.” as you ushered him inside

♡ From his frequent visits to your room, almost half of his clothes are there too. Some of those are which you stole tho.

♡ He'd take a bath and change into his pajamas as you'd prepare dinner for the two of you.

♡ When all the chores are done and you both are full from eating, Bakugou always looks forward to being spooned by you in bed

♡ His arms encircled protectively around your waist, face buried into your neck—inhaling your scent, and eyes closed as he let the feeling of your warmth and head massages take him to a deep slumber.

♡ On small occasions, Bakugou would have these nightmares and instead of waking up—he'd grumble and whine in his sleep

♡ Since you're a light sleeper, you'd be awaken from this and would see your boyfriend with his eyebrows furrowed and muttering words in his sleep

♡ You'd immediately assume he's having a nightmare from the fact that he seems like he's out of breath in his sleep and sweating like crazy

♡ You'd run your hands through his hair and place your palm on top of his cheek—whispering “am here Katsu.”—to calm him down without the need to wake him up

♡If that still doesn't work, you'd press your face onto his chest and it would immediately slow his heartbeat

♡ Him feeling your warmth would immediately soothe him and pull him out from his nightmare

♡ Without opening his eyes, he'd hold you tighter to his chest, glad that he has you by his side

♡ Your love language is acts of service

♡ You're never the type to ask for anyone's help when you're working on a task

♡ May it be a task you can easily handle or a one that you can't—you still won't ask for help because you've become accustomed to being independent and not relying on anyone but yourself

♡ But the fact that Bakugou would always go out of his way to help you on your tasks always doesn't fail to give you butterflies in the stomach

♡ Or when Bakugou would be willing to help you even when it meant sacrificing his time or his own comfort for your sake

♡ Your boyfriend is such a grandpa and always sleeps early as much as possible so he can get the beauty sleep he needs—your words not his

♡ And being the grandpa that he is, he also has preferences when it comes to his sleeping routine

♡ he likes it dark since the bright lights prohibits him from getting a good night's sleep

♡ But since he decided to sleep on your dorm and accompany you during your exam week—he had to get used to the fact that you'd be reviewing all night and all the lights would be turned on

♡ so poor Suki had bag under his eyes and was sleepy the next morning

♡ "sorry." you mumbled out as you guiltily bit your bottom lip, placing the three stacks of pancakes on your boyfriend's plate

♡ he yawned and cutely rubbed his eyes. “'bout what?”

♡ "the lights kept you up didn't you?"

♡ "it's fine, dumbass." he playfully flicked your forehead and reprimanded you for even thinking that, stuffiny his face with the breakfast you made.

♡ you're well aware of the fact that Bakugou is really an impatient one and does not like waiting too long

♡ but when it comes to you?

♡ since your department has this small ball that will be held next week—you needed an outfit

♡ the theme was superheroes and you knew you could never whip up something last minute with that theme

♡ you were on your way to the mall today and had just finished getting ready

♡ you just left the bathroom and was rummaging through your bag for your phone

♡ "time to go?" you jumped and almost dropped your keys when your boyfriend popped up out of nowhere and snaked his arms onto your waist

♡ You were going to the mall. But you didn't tell Katsuki to come since you know he'll just get bored there.

♡ "I'm coming to the mall with you, babe." he answered seeing you were confused

♡ You stared at your boyfriend like he just grown a third head. "don't you hate sho—"

♡ " Wanna see your try your fits. Now let's go."

♡ you didn't even had time to say no since he already ushered you out and before you knew it you were at the mall

♡ you know deep down that Katsuki really HATED waiting

♡ but to see him here at the mall with you?

♡ carrying all the bags of clothes you bought—in both of his hands, some hanging on his arms?

♡ plus the fact that he's not even complaining and would just patiently follow you and wait for you to finish roaming around—makes you giddy inside

♡ another one of Bakugou's love language is words of affirmation

♡ it's not a surprise that Bakugou likes to be praised especially since he can back up all that boastfulness with his skills

♡ but the only words that matter to him the most—are yours

♡ Bakugou never opens up about his struggles, problems, or things that are troubling him

♡ he's just not the type to sit and talk about how his day went or rant about stuff that made him mad

♡ but knowing Katsuki and him being your boyfriend for God know's how long, you already figured out how his mind works

♡ Katsuki is really not that verbal but you can always see through his facade, either when he's having a bad day, tired, just wanna rest, just want some cuddles, or just want some words that would make him feel better

♡ instead of grilling him on what was bothering him, you always know what to say and would always knew what to say that would def raise his mood in a snap

♡ Bakugou is a fast learner. He really has no trouble learning a thing since he's naturally skilled

♡ But for once, he really struggled learning basketball since he really wasn't a sporty guy and has never dribbled a ball since he was little

♡ you both were in the school gym and Katsuki had an unpaintable look on as he glared at the ring that was a a few feet away from him

♡ The funny thing was—he already learned how to do the different kinds of dribbles, passes, and shooting techniques in one go after spending a good amount of time practice

♡ The one thing he's complaining about right now is that he can't shoot the ball half court

♡ It's funny `cause it took you months and continuous practice to learn the things he learned in one look and he's still mad about not being able to shoot the ball in half court

♡ HALF COURT?!

♡ You were hiding your giggles since you find the situation funny and your boyfriend cute

♡ But to see him frustrated made you feel a bit sad for him

♡ “It's fine baby! You can do it!” your cheer echoed throughout the gym since it was only the two of you there

♡ and him hearing your cheer made his eyebrows furrowed less

♡ Katsuki gripped the ball tighter, took a deep breath and glared at the ring one last time before he took the shot

♡ and it went in

♡ you watched your boyfriend as he watched the ball bounce away looking like he couldn't believe that he actually made the shot

♡ Then he turned to look at you with this biggest adorable grin he could muster. “It went in, baby! Did you see that went in?!”

♡ you nodded and grinned at his smiling face and him looking so proud of himself made you fall in love with him all over again

♡ Another one of your love language is quality time

♡ Due to the hectic schedule in school and non-stop schoolworks, it's almost a miracle you'd see your boyfriend thrice a week.

♡ Bakugou knows that you miss him badly and so does he

♡ so the thing he does is to make sure you'd both get the quality time you need

♡ you're studying up for a quiz?

♡ your boyfriend would knock on your door, carrying a box of pizza in his hand and a bunch of comfort food in his other hand

♡ he'd help you study—even scold you for not eating, and would give you massages to get those knots off your shoulders from sitting and slouching too long

♡ "twangchu forda fwood, Tsuki." You'd say—mouth full with the food he brought and with sauce on the side of your lip

♡ Bagukou would chuckle in amusement and would wipe the sauce off your lip, not with his hand tho :>

♡ “Katsu!”

♡ he'd chuckle some more upon seeing your tomato flushed cheeks

♡ Due to the influence of your boyfriend's friends—Kami and Kiri they're more your friends now than his—you got interested into playing codm

♡ Bakugou also had to learn to play the game so he'd have more time to keep you to himself since Kami and Kiri would visit sometimes and would steal you. Jelly Katsu y'all

♡ As mentioned earlier the only mini dates you both have are when you're both binge watching a series on netflix

♡ With the cramp increasingly shooting its way down onto his leg the longer the time passes—he'd still not move just to make sure he won't accidentally wake you up

♡ It was already halfway of the movie when you started dozing off so he had you lay your head onto the pillow on his lap

♡ You looked so adorable

♡ some of hair sticking in all directions, your mouth slightly agape, a dribble of saliva on the side of the your cheek, your soft snores, and this red mark of your forearm on your forehead since you just changed position

♡ cute. He thought and chuckled

♡ but when you showed signs of waking up since his chuckle made the pillow you were laying on—shake a bit—He stopped chuckling and hummed a tune in hopes of you not waking up

♡ “Katsuki—mine—back off.. ” you whined in your sleep, your brows furrowed

♡ he smiled and stopped himself from chuckling. “Iloveyousomuch, dumbass.” he planted a soft kiss on your forehead and smiled at you lovingly, ignoring the increasing cramps he's feeling on his leg.

A/n: AaAaaAa it's been so long since i last posted! I miss writing and wasn't able to write since I was so busy with school and all. Hope you guys like this one! Sorry for the typos since this is not proofread.

Plagiarism is a crime

©aira-writes 2023

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pettydollie · 5 months

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˚♡ ⋆｡˚ my girl tf?

summary: bakugou's friends think you're just a joke wc: 1.3k

"morning, bakugou-kun!"

katsuki's friend left a friendly slap his back as greeting. he simply nods in response as he entered the classroom with people crowding around him. his gaze softens as he sees you sitting at your desk going over notes.

you look so calm and sweet. that's something he loves about you. your aura. you're always gentle and it just makes katsuki love you even more. the two of you were in an established relationship as of last friday where he asked you to be his girlfriend.

but since then, nothing had really changed. except now, he gets to kiss you and hold your hand like a lovesick puppy. he gets to call you "baby" and "cutie", names that he refrained from calling you when you were just friends.

you nod your head unconsciously as your eyes scan the page in front of you. you had headphones in, understandably as bakugou's friends were very ehm loud.

the only thing that hadn't been discussed yet was how you felt about school. does he get to show you off? should he pretend you're just friends? he decides for now, he'll play dumb and act like your close friend.

he walks over to his desk, sits down, and leans forward to tap you on your cheek with his finger. you grin, turning around and pulling off your headphones. "mornin'" he greeted, forcing himself not to wink at you as his friends were watching.

"hey," you spoke softly. GOD YOUR VOICE IS SO CUTE. he taps your cheek again. "i gotta ask you somethin'." he muttered, staring into your eyes. you nodded, edging him to go on. "how d'ya feel about all this? d'ya want me to pretend we're just friends or.. those idiots won't bother ya, i promise-"

you smile at his thoughtfulness. you brush his cheek with your thumb. "no, i don't care." you kissed where your thumb was rubbing on his face. "WHAT?"

you and bakugou's heads turned simultaneously to see a group of people jaw-dropped at your previous action. "what's wrong with you idiots now?" katsuki frowned.

"she just- how- why did she.. i-" the group of boys stuttered.

"who the hell are you?" everyone exclaimed. you were about to awkwardly answer when bakugou rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"my girl, the fuck?"

the boys standing all shared a look. “ohhh okay..” some winked while others laughed dryly. they walked to their seats so class could begin.

“i wasn’t expecting that response to be honest.” you added, playing with his fingers. he nodded. “me either.”

you turned around for a moment, grabbing something before handing katsuki your notes. "did you study?" "no." "why not?" "'cus i wanna study with you"

you smiled sweetly and turned around as aizawa begun the class.

the class ended and bakugou abruptly grabs your backpack and books. he slings your bag over his shoulder and holds your books on one arm, the other pulling you to stand up before wrapping it around your shoulder. you formed a little upside down smile and lean into his side. "thank you." you whisper shyly.

you two walked through the halls, people’s eyes falling on you. you feel judged as girls whisper and shared mean giggles. you were so used to being invisible and katsuki was highly aware of that. he squeezes your arm as a way to tell you “ignore them”

bakugou leads you to the cafeteria where he brings you to the popular table. it’s cliche, but these weren’t nice popular kids. they scan you up and down and the only reason they play nice is because you were with bakugou.

"sooo, are you new here?" a girl asks boredly, not even looking at you and attempts to puts up a kind facade. the girl sitting across from her shakes her head, "that's l/n, i have her in aizawa's."

"ohhh okayy," the girl drags out, not really caring as she eyes bakugou shamelessly. he made an ick face and scooches closer to you to wrap his arm around you.

the perv you recognized to be mineta moves near katsuki and grabs his shoulder, causing bakugou to turn around, about to throw hands.

“you’ll win the bet, i’ll cheer you on.” that fool whispers not so quietly to katsuki with stars in his eyes. “what’s the prize anyway-“

katsuki shoves him off immediately. “there's no bet." he huffs, going back to eating.

"wha?" people look up curiously. "you heard me!" bakugou barks in reply, his eyes filling with annoyance. you just sit there quietly like you always do. you're not really sure what to do in this situation anyhow. do you calm him down (which you dont know how to do), run away, yell at them???

the table starts laughing, shocking you. mineta is laughing his ass off and adds, "do you really expect us to believe that, bakugou? she doesn't even talk!" wow that was uncalled for. your face twists into an awkward look, knowing that he was right.

bakugou twirls a piece of your hair and scowls at the group.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE US ALONE, MORONS!" he stands up with tiny explosions coming out of his hands. mostly everyone stops speaking, some even muttering apologies.

"oh man, my sister is gonna be so pissed." a boy chuckles. another boy smirks. "your sister? man, think of camie! she's gonna beat her ass so bad."

"camie? no, camie's my friend." you blurt out. the table turns to look at you, raising eyebrows. "really?" "is that so?"

well, you weren't completely lying. you were friends with camie's younger sister but you've only talked to camie a few times before. you were feeling annoyed and how come these people think they can talk all they want about you right to your face?

you stay quiet nonetheless and grab your food and belongings. bakugou immediately stands up with you and you could say that slight concern was written on his face. you look down for a moment before you walk away to your dorm.

katsuki follows silently. once you make it upstairs, you quickly unlock your door, about to close it before bakugou holds it back. "don't shut me out."

you weren't even mad. you weren't sad either. you just wanted to get out of that environment. you didn't want to be harassed and made fun of like you were in junior high.

though you stand like a deer caught in headlights at bakugou's comment. "i'm-i'm not. it's not you, i promise." you sigh with a slight smile. "i just- i don't know. can i talk to you later?"

he looks taken aback and you can tell he's trying not to explode, which you appreciate. "i- yeah. sure, call me or somethin'." he kisses your cheek shyly and closes the door.

a few hours later, you decide that you don't want anything to do with katsuki's friends. they're his group of people, but not yours. and besides, you're dating him. not them.

you leave your dorm and walk to katsuki's. you knock softly and hear the heavy footsteps coming. the door opens widely and you're pulled inside. "hey- oh"

"are you gonna dump me?"

"what?- no!" you shake your head aggressively. he physically relaxes and you grab his hand. "i just would rather have this be between us." you suggest, staring at him lovingly.

he nods. "thas' fine."

"mmkay." you hum, grinning. the two of you stare at each other like rory and jess when they start dating before he finally invites you to watch a movie.

a/n: bye midway through, i kinda forgot that they just started dating and i made them so comfy with each other already. not that u guys are awkward but wtv lol

#also sorry this is kinda crappy #AND HOW DO WE FEEL ABOUT THE BANNER??#first time making one #be nice to me pls #anyways #katsuki bakugo #bakugou #bakugou x reader #college au #mha x reader #fem reader #y/n #bakugo x y/n #h3artands0ul #sorry banner is kinda blurry #𝓴𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓴𝓲 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

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kimchikrust · 1 year

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wake up in the sky / aka 'a day in yn's life' [c!bkg x reader]

not beta'd, totally projecting, was stoned for half of the writing process (enjoy!)

You were acutely aware of Bakugou's hesitance towards your relationship with marijuana. While part of you was confident that if he wasn't interested, he wouldn't be showing the generosity that you were receiving, the other part of you wished you hadn't first met him stoned as fuck. Knowing Bakugou, your initial interaction likely left a lasting impression.

Every time you thought back on how you froze when he walked in and lost complete function, because he was absolutely fine in that wife-beater, you cringe and have the urge to hide because you know he caught you gawking. You hated to admit that you did pass him off as a fuckboy, and remember how his expression tightened when you boldly mentioned meaningless sex before he asked you out at Kaminari's shindig.

Waving the thought from your head, you allowed yourself to get lost in the feeling of his body against yours.

Bakugou had pulled you into his lap at the beginning of movie night, after everyone had gotten seated and finally quieted down after opening all of their snacks.

Unfortunately for him, Kaminari decided to light a joint right as the movie was beginning and you can't just not share it with him. So when you take the jay, you lean as far away from Bakugou as you can (even exaggerating it), and you can hear him grumble and grip on you, ensuring you don't slide off. He kept his eyes forward on the screen the entire time, but you could feel his discomfort, and you've been sitting in his lap overthinking since. The car crash in the movie was what brought you out of your disassociation.

And, there you go. Full circle. Okay, focus.

You ran your hand slowly against Bakugou's chest as you gently nudged the top of your head under his chin. Please show me I'm still here.

Remarkably, he raised his arm to cup your face and leaned away to meet your eyes with his signature disinterested scowl. He looked over your face before pressing two pecks to your cheekbone.

"Y'good?" He kept his voice low and you appreciated that. Nodding, you give him a dopey smile to convey your inebriated state, and you can make out a gentle light in his eyes.

With a hum a soft laugh, you press a kiss to the fabric of his shirt against your face.

"Fucking pothead," you hear him mumble through the vibration of his chest on your ear.

You pull your head away and try to frown, but your eyes are practically closed so you're sure he's confident you won't actually go anywhere.

"You got a problem with that?" You snip quietly, trying to cover your offense with aggression.

To your irritation, Bakugou just rolled his eyes and pulled you back against him.

You struggled for a moment, Bakugou clutching your head like a football to his chest. You gave up easily as soon as wave of drowsiness washed over you, and you eventually fell asleep. Bakugou ended up getting trapped beneath you, but he looked unbothered as the movie played.

You ended up sleeping over and Bakugou had to text your roommate after your phone kept going off against his leg.

Before you met Bakugou, you thought you were the biggest early bird you knew, but he had you beat in comparison. You strongly envied him for making getting out of bed so easy. Meanwhile, you're on the other side of the bed on your phone, contemplating if you actually want to get up or not.

You couldn't blame yourself entirely though, you were waking up at 4am for the gym just to workout with Bakugou. As it was your choice to join him, you argued it was worth it and decided blaming him for the absurd start time.

You were smart enough to pack your gym clothes in your bag the night before and lucky enough to keep all your gym gear in Bakugou's car. You truthfully hadn't been planning on staying the night.

Getting dressed for the gym was a blur, as was your morning routine in the bathroom. Bakugou liked to use the bathroom after you. because it kept you from spacing out and taking too long, but that also meant that you would go on auto-pilot for your skincare and hygiene and barely have a functional thought as you tried to make time.

Early mornings with Bakugou were often quiet. Him, naturally quiet without the antagonization from his friends, and you, from trying to warm up to the land of the living. Communicating was a series of grunts and soft hums as you would try to get grabby with him for his body heat. Bakugou would actively dodge around you to coax you out the door.

You obsessed to your roommate about how Bakugou always let you take aux, as long as you queued what he wanted, but he never made any suggestion. That made you warm all over. Or, maybe you were overthinking it and he actually just doesn't care? It's not that deep?

No, he likes your music. He's told you he likes your music.

"Hey, you okay?" Bakugou's voice was rougher in the morning, but you kind of liked it. To top it off, he reached over the console to hold your leg, giving it a little squeeze.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," you mumbled, returning to your original task of picking the music. "Tired."

Then, your playlist started and the rest of the car ride was silent as the sun's glow was peeking over the horizon.

As much as you liked working out with Bakugou, you understood that he was a lone wolf in the weight room. You purposely arranged your workout splits so that one or two days don't match up, and it worked perfectly with the rest of your schedule.

Between sets you were catching yourself spacing out and not as immersed in the exercises as you normally were. That instantly sparked concern in you and you tried to think back on if you took your meds in the bathroom earlier that morning.

You silently cursed when you realized you left them in your bag and didn't want Bakugou to see you taking them out. You weren't ready to have to explain yourself. You swore to yourself that you'd take them after you got back to the changing room.

You finished the rest of your workout, keeping in mind that today might just be one of those days. By the end of it, you felt exhausted and already burned out for the day. You didn't even bother taking gym photos like you normally would, focusing on finishing up your time at the gym.

"How was your workout?" You chirped, bouncing in your step as Bakugou held the door open for you to leave.

He shrugged. "Same as always," he said. "What did you do?"

Your after-pump routine with Bakugou, you noticed, started immediately after leaving. Every time, without fail, you would ask how his workout went, he would brush it off, then ask you to tell him about yours. Even when you did workouts together, you could find hours-worth of things to chat about regarding your gym session: there was a guy grunting obnoxiously loud at the squat rack, a girl was wearing a cute sports bra you wanted to know the brand of, you increased weight in one of your exercises today.

You could tell Bakugou was genuinely listening, even if he wasn't facing you. You had a habit of turning in the passenger seat to face him when you went on one of your tangents, so you got comfortable talking to the side of his face. If not for his insightful commentary or assuring grip on your leg, you'd think you were annoying him.

You were in the middle of going over the style of the girl's bra when you came up to the passenger door of Bakugou's car. You looked at the handle and froze for a moment, halting mid-sentence.

You looked down at the sweater in your arms and water bottle hanging from your fingers and suddenly felt lost.

"Um," you muttered, trying to rack your brain for the words you were saying while also thinking about how to open the door with items in your hands. "Fuck, sorry." You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you prioritize opening the door over your story.

"What was that?" The thud of Bakugou's door behind him knocked some reality back into you, and you sheepishly laughed.

"Yeah, just short-circuited a little."

He let out a chuckle before starting the engine. You felt yourself shrink a little as he pulled out of the parking lot.

Shit, you forgot your meds again. Idiot.

You had three classes today, one of your heaviest days of the week. One of them was only fifty minutes but the other two were ninety minutes. On top of that, you also picked up a short shift at work.

Throughout the day, you had been taking rips from your stiizy to maintain a manageable level of inebriation.

You felt like your insides were shriveling up and the desperate desire to scream at the next person that tried to talk to you. You wanted to go home.

Sitting in a secluded, grassy area near the hall you just finished at, you scrolled on your phone and took a rip of your stiizy, wondering how much longer before you could leave campus. Your heart jumped when the ringtone started going off, but relief quickly settled when you saw Bakugou was calling you.

"Hey, what's up?" You answered, resting your temple against the palm of your hand and closing your eyes.

"I'm done with classes," he grumbled through the phone. "Are you coming over today?"

"Maybe," you mumbled, quickly trying to think of a reason why. Bakugou was quiet on the other end for a moment before huffing.

"Alright. Let me know when you get out of class, and I can pick you up."

The corner of your lips twitched upward and you took another rip, enjoying the content that coursed through you for the first time today.

"Are you sure? I might not want to come over after."

"Yeah. Least I'll get to see you. That okay?"

You hummed in approval and picked at the grass, mildly worrying that he could tell you were a little high.

"Appreciate it. I'll see you later then." A grunt came from the other end and when it stayed silent, you took that as your sign to hang up.

Bakugou hung up on you as you were about to say something ONCE, and you refuse to get over it. Now, he patiently waits for you to hang up to avoid missing anything you want to share.

Your upcoming and final class of the day you considered skipping, but decided to keep yourself accountable. Plus, Kaminari shared this class with you and, shockingly, his company was relieving to have.

By the time you decided to set up shop in the lecture hall, it was already half-filled. You found a spot near the middle and reserved the seat next to you.

"What's up, momma'." Kaminari effortlessly slid into his reserved spot, and dipped the sunglasses over his eyes down the bridge of his nose. With his eyes revealed, you could make out the straining red and glassy look in his pupils.

“I hate you,” you mumbled, slumping in your seat.

“Sorry, girl,” he apologized, albeit lacking the sympathetic tone. “We can spark up later? Are you coming over?”

You shrugged, toying with the corner of your book.

“Don’t think so. I was thinking of dipping early, actually. Catch the train." Kaminari frowned.

"Bak's not picking you up?"

"No," you exasperated, rolling your eyes. "He insisted, but I told him it was fine with walking. He was a handful about it."

Kaminari's lips quickly stretched into a grin, and he slowly leaned in closer.

"You know, he really likes you," he said, quietly.

"I'd hope so," you jested. "We've been going out for three months."

"I'm serious," Kaminari insisted. "He's been different ever since he met you. Definitely humbled him a bit."

"What are you talking about," you laughed. "He's still so...uppity."

"Yeah, and if you think he's bad now, he was worse before."

You weren't sure why, but that left you disappointed.

"I thought we said I was going to pick you up after?" Bakugou was pressed. "How come you didn't at least text me you were leaving early?"

"Because you would've tried to pick me up," you said with amusement.

You had made it home and immediately changed into pajamas. You made sure to send a message to Bakugou that you were already home before getting ready to pack the bowl piece. He ended up calling you halfway into it.

He was silent for a moment on the other end. You wondered if he was actually upset.

"Is everything alright?" You heard him mumble, noting the concealed concern. "Did I do something?"

"What are you talking about," you said calmly. "You didn't do anything wrong. Why do you think I'm not alright?"

"You were a little distant today after we left the gym."

"Oh, I didn't mean to be," you said candidly. "I was a little scatterbrained today, and I'm exhausted. Universe kinda took it out on me today."

"How about I come over and you can tell me about it?"

You froze, eyes darting to the packed trash can in your room and you pictured the piling dishes and corner of cardboard boxes.

"Maybe another night," you concede.

Bakugou's been to your place before, but you were given enough time to clean obsessively the night before he came over. You start putting together a list in your head of things to clean and throw away.

"Like, tomorrow?" You smiled to yourself, pleased that he wanted to see you as much as you did him.

"Sure, tomorrow works." You hold in a deep sigh as you imagined your long list of chores to get done before tomorrow evening. "Alright, I have to let you go. Gotta make sure the place is in tip-top shape for his royal assness."

"I never asked you to clean for me," he answered bluntly.

"Yeah, I know," you drawl shyly. "It makes me feel better. It's more for me than you."

"Whatever you say. Talk to you later?"

"Yeah. Don't miss me too much." You waited another moment before ending the call and dropped your hand on your lap. You started going over the list of chores to get done before Bakugou came over.

With a dramatic moan, you drop your head into your hands and continue groaning against your palms until you run out of breath.

And you still haven't taken your meds.

In the end, you didn't clean the apartment. You managed to clean your room and shower, but the dishes and trash were still untouched. You ended up ranting about it to your roommate, who offered to help clean up, but you didn't want to put anything on her.

It all made your heart sink with shame and your fingers twitched with discomfort.

"You seriously wanted to go out tonight?" Bakugou grumbled gently. His eyes trained forward on the road. You lowered the volume on your phone.

Not really. "Yeah, I need to loosen up a little. I've had a tense few days."

"You couldn't do that in Kaminari's room?"

You huffed at his interrogation.

"I want to scream and dance and drink crappy alcohol," you list, expressing subtle irritation. It totally wasn't subtle. "You might not understand that though because you don't go to parties."

Bakugou scoffed and pinched your leg, earning him a squeal from you. "We're going to my party. Kaminari, Eiji, a few others you might know are in KA."

"Pike," you grumble, slumping in your seat. "I can't believe I met a bunch of rich people and they're all in Greek Life."

"We're not rich, I'm telling you."

You didn't bother with a response, knowing he would continue to say otherwise.

"This is your first party with me," you pointed out. "At your frat. Wow, I hope you're ready to keep up."

"I'm not drinking, idiot. I'm driving."

"What?" You frowned. "No, it's okay. I know Sero's in KA. He said we could stay in one of the rooms."

Bakugou's face wrinkled in disgust. "And sleep in that disgusting pig pen? Fuck. No."

You internally panicked and wondered briefly if he'd take you back to your place and want to stay the night. The trash and dishes that still had to be dealt with. You desperately didn't want him to see that.

"Are you taking us back to yours after?"

He shot at glance at you before preparing to park in a narrow spot.

"We can. I was trying to stay at your place though."

You went rigid and your face felt hot. "Why?"

"You're taking up too much space at mine," Bakugou shrugged. He moved the car in one swift motion into the spot and put the car in park. "Bout time I take up some at yours...I'd like to, I mean." He cleared his throat and you spared Bakugou the embarrassment of staring at him. In the corner of your eye though, you could see the red creeping up his neck. "We never stay at your place."

You hesitated for a moment. "Maybe." Picking at your fingers, you thought on your past experiences with guys you brought home. It brought back feelings of disgust over their quality and embarrassment for opening up to them.

But Bakugou wasn't like them. He was reliable, and he cared so much for you. You knew that.

"We'll see what I say after a few drinks," you say playfully.

Bakugou took your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. "Sounds good."

Hands banging against your window made you shriek and jump in your seat. You could Kaminari's laugh outside your door, along with a few others.

"I hope you get bored fast," Bakugou mumbled, narrowing his eyes at the boys.

The inside of the Phi Kappa Alpha house was enormous. You had never been to one their parties, but you knew that they were at the top of the food chain in Greek Life.

The party was packed and rowdy and you were immediately not into it. You weren't much of a party animal with how you preferred weed over alcohol, but you could honestly admit it was a stall to keep Bakugou from your place.

After you talked in the car, you contemplated how soon should you want to leave, and if you were letting him come over.

He'll certainly ask questions about the dirty dishes and trash everywhere and then think you're lazy and making excuses. That's what others think. Do they?

Shit, you're not supposed to drink on your meds, idiot. You looked down at the empty red solo cup you dropped on the floor for the pledges to clean up tomorrow.

Wait, I forgot to take my meds.

Again?

"Hey, how you doing?" Some random guy approached you and tried to start a conversation with you. You felt a flicker of irritation in your gut for being bothered as you were waiting for Bakugou to come back with more drinks.

"I'm not interested," you admit, leaning close so you don't announce it to others around you. "But, thanks."

The guy scoffed. "Geez, I was just trying to be friendly. Fuck me, I guess."

Gaslighter, don't engage.

"Bye," you respond, looking away to check if Bakugou was coming back.

"You know, you're kind of a bitch. This is supposed to be a party."

You glare daggers at the guy, acknowledging how he's clearly drunk and just being a dick. "Go fuck yourself, how's that for a party?"

"I think it's time for you to go, sweetheart." The guy moved to grab you, but Bakugou wrapped a paw around his wrist before a finger was laid.

"What do you think you're doing, pledge?" Anger shimmered in his eyes and you knew he was going to be less reasonable.

"Oh, Bakugou!" The guy yelped, yanking his arm free. "This girl is just a little too drunk, you know. Thought I'd help her home."

"You just said everything wrong, bub." Bakugou grabbed the pledge candidate by the collar of his shirt and you shouted for Kaminari, who was relaxing against the wall on the other side of the room.

"Katsuki, enough!" You shouted, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him back. You silence him with a dark look when he twists his head to look at you, and he reluctant shoves the guy away. "He's just a fucking idiot."

"I want you out." Bakugou turned his sharp eyes back onto the guy. "You're dropped, or whatever the fuck. I don't want to see you here again."

"What?" The guy exasperated with a heavy slur. "Why? For some cunt you're scr-"

You didn't give him a chance to finish before you swung your fist into his face. He fell back but was caught by a few onlookers.

"You two know where his dorm is?" Bakugou squinted at the pair the held the guy up by the arms. They nodded vigorously and Bakugou jerked his head in the direction of the door. "Get him home." Wordlessly, they began dragging the guy away.

"Alright, you nosy sons'a bitches," Kaminari slurred, raising his arms to draw attention. "Show's over, asshole's gone, let's get back to fucking around!"

You cringed when everyone around you roared in a drunken mob and the music blasted even louder.

"I need to piss," you shouted in Bakugou's ear over the music and spun on your heel before he could respond.

You slid past Eiji, who was stationed in the hall that led to the bedrooms, to get more privacy. The music was muffled through the walls of the house, but you liked how chill the bathroom was compared to the overheated mob you were just stuck in.

You sat on the floor with you back against the side of the tub, and you wondered if any of the guys did take baths.

Another silent moment passed before you let out a sigh, leaning your head back.

"God, what is wrong with you?" It was barely a whisper, but the question rang in your head.

You keep messing up today.

A knock brought you back to the reality of the frat bathroom.

"You in here?" Bakugou. Figures.

"Yeah," you mumble in response.

"Can I come in?"

You wanted to say no. "Yeah."

You didn't turn your head when he stepped in or when he dropped to the floor in front of you and got comfortable.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His voice was low and deep and it made you flush.

"You can't tell me he didn't deserve it," you scoff, curling into yourself more. You watched his expression darken.

"No, that idiot deserved an ass-kicking, but," he paused, "I'm not talking about that. I want to know if you're okay."

Shit. You dropped your gaze and hoped he would stop himself there.

"I've just had an off day," you say quietly. "I'd appreciate it if you could just trust me on this for now." From that answer, you hoped Bakugou understand your message. You will tell him, everything, just not now. Not tonight.

Bakugou didn't say anything for a moment, then nodded. You visibly relaxed at his cooperation, the noticed him reaching for your hands. You met him halfway and he went about gently squishing your fingers between his.

"Do you want to leave? Go home?"

You hesitated. "Yeah..."

"I can stay at my place. I'll just drop you off at yours." Bakugou rose to his feet and pulled you up with him.

"Seriously?" You tried not to sound so surprised, but you were prepared for a worse reaction. Bakugou looked back at you with a soft look in his eyes and the corners of his lips curling up.

Wordlessly, he leaned in and caught your lips in a very sweet kiss. It was a kiss of adoration, like he wanted to relish the moment for as long as he could. It made your knees weak and your face warm, and you brought your hand up to hold against his cheek when you started giggling because he wouldn't pull his lips off of yours.

When he pulled up in front of your complex, you found it hard to leave.

"We're having lunch tomorrow, idiot," he laughed lowly. "Try not to miss me so much."

"Shut up," you retorted with a huff. You pulled him to you for a final kiss before throwing open the passenger door. "Text me when you get home."

You heard him scoff. "High maintenance."

Fifteen minutes after you were dropped off, you received a text from Bakugou.

BK: Made it back.

It made you smile, but you tried not to dwell.

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AfterDark

You thought you'd be okay out in public with the scent blockers you wore but your sweet scent caught the nose of one particular alpha. His senses were already tuned to your smell, but you were getting ready to go into heat and he'll be damned if any other loser was gonna get to claim you.

You awoke sweating, you just felt ...off. You knew your heat was due any day now. You lazily walked over to your dresser and checked the calendar. You double checked to see you had requested off those days from work and silently thanked high ranking female officials like Rumi Usagiyama to advocate for Omega rights. You had a week's paid vacation starting tonight after you clocked out. A week locked in your apartment while your roomie Mina stays at her boyfriends. A week laying in your bed only leaving it when your heat lets you replenish your nutrition. A week of vibrators and dildos. You felt yourself grow antsy at the thought of using a particular new one with a knot on it, made specifically for omegas in heat. Stepping out of the shower, you pushed the lonely feeling of still not finding an alpha to mate with deep down. Watching all your friends bonding with their mates had you jealous at times. You decided you were going to enjoy the night at the club, not wallow in self-pity. You had all week to do that. Getting dressed you went to grab a scent blocker out of your drawer and your stomach dropped. You forgot to get a refill from your doctor. You could buy over the counter brands but they didn't work as well and you had an overwhelmingly strong scent. Unfortunately, you found this out the hard way when Mina’s boyfriend Sero came over with his friend Denki in tow. Your scent hit them both like a smack in the face. Mina’s boyfriend pretty much had control over himself seeing how they were already mated. You watched in horror as Denki’s eyes turned black and a low growl emanated from his throat. Your scent of fear you had put off had the other two covering their noses. It was so powerful. Denki was poised to pounce on you if it were not for Sero’s quick thinking in grabbing him and running out the door. He had to drag him completely out of the apartment complex for Denki to come to his senses. You never wanted to relive that again.

Amidst your thoughts your phone rang. It was Mina. She explained that her and Sero would be running a bit late but they will join you at the club. You told her about your dilemma and how you contemplated even going out now. She told you to go into her bathroom and use one of her blockers. It wasn't prescription strength, but they were one of the most expensive on the market, surely it would hold up for at least a couple hours. Standing at her sink you stared at your hands holding on to the patches. It had clear adhesive so as not to stand out. You pulled apart the plastic tabs and placed it on your neck rubbing it on to stay. Looking at yourself in the mirror you pulled your hair to your side covering it and told yourself that you would just keep an extra eye on people tonight. If they started to act funny, you would immediately leave.

An hour later you found yourself sitting at the bar at the club. You were idly chatting with some acquaintances from work. When their friends arrived, you were left sitting alone and feeling awkward. You felt as if eyes were staring at you from everywhere. You knew this had to be your anxiety, so you quickly downed a few more drinks. Eh, it’s not a healthy way of managing but it does the trick. With the courage of alcohol in your system you drag yourself to the dance floor and enjoy the music all alone, waiting for Mina. Before long you find your body swaying, dancing along with the rhythm. You close your eyes, just wanting to be lost in the beats that make your body vibrate. You finally open them with the sense of being watched again, you look into the darkness of the club to catch a pair of red eyes that seem to glow in the dark. Like a trance, you can't look away. You feel your body still as he starts stalking towards you. Like a lion on the hunt. As loud as the club is, all you can hear is your very own heart beating. As you recognize who it is you nervously turn around as if to walk away but your feet stay planted. It’s Katsuki Bakugou. Your crush from college. You never really got a chance to hang out with him personally. He was always there when you went to events and parties with Mina. You always found him quickly looking away from you when you’d catch his eyes and you wondered if he harbored some kind of crush for you too. There was a brief moment at a party where you thought about telling him how you felt but it was quickly squashed when a girl came over and straddled him. They started making out right there in front of everyone. You knew right then and there that he was way out of your league. So why was he eyeing you like some prey now? He must have been looking past you, that’s what it was, not at you. You begin to move but feel immense heat and you just know it's coming from his body. You turn around to find Katsuki standing in front of you. You’ve never been this close to him and realize that he is much taller than you expected. Having to tilt your head up you finally get your first clear observation of him. Those dark red eyes never faltered from their gaze. Different colors from the neon lighting bounce off his ash blonde hair playing tricks with your mind. You almost thought you saw horns protruding from those spikes.

Another song starts to play as you find his hands on your hips that pull you in closer to him. He bends his head down and nuzzles the top of your head, leaving yours cradled in his neck. He has an overwhelming alpha scent masked with a sweet musky smell that has your senses going into overdrive. You immediately feel safe and wanted. You found yourself letting out a loud gasp as you felt his knee part your legs and press up into your heat. Your cheeks turned red as the thought of a mess you'd make on his pants. He leaned back to look at your face, to silently gauge a reaction from you. His large palms came up to cup your cheek, causing you to lean into his warm touch. Rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip, you playfully nipped it. You saw his lips move but couldn’t make out what he said. He moved a hand down to grasp around the back of your neck pulling you closer, causing your eyes to widen as he gazed down at you. Want you, you read his lips. He jerked his knee up and you whined, wanting more. He quickly turned your body around so your ass was pressed right into his crotch. His tongue was hot and wet as he licked up your neck. “I can still smell you ya’know” his voice was husky as he breathed hard into your neck, over your scent gland. Obviously, it was doing a poor job at masking your scent. You're just happy no one else has noticed. Strong arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer and you felt his hard cock grind into your ass. He could fuck you right here and you wouldn't care. It's not like anyone would notice in the dark club. The music pulsated in time with his thrusts. Oh, he was good. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you concentrated on his touches. His hands felt like they set your skin on fire.

"Enough!" he growled in your ear. He pulled you along the dance floor, weaving in and out of couples dancing. The smell of sweat mixed with sweet perfumes and musky colognes permeated the stale air. You passed a line of people waiting outside of the bathroom and they began to protest as he barged his way into the room, in front of everyone. Somebody started shouting and he turned to confront them. You heard a growl erupt and became nervous of a fight breaking out. Immediately that thought was quelled as Katsuki pushed off a protective scent only an alpha could make. Why are you smelling this? You didn't see his face or hear what he had said but you caught others cowardly turning away. He turned without looking at you and pulled you along. After shutting and locking the door he pushed you up against the counter. His mouth was all over you. Sloppy kisses made their way up your neck and teeth grazed your throat. You whimpered at the thought of him claiming you. His lips crashed into yours and he slowed down. The kiss was slow and sensual. You opened your eyes to see his ruby eyes staring down at you.

“You’re mine now y/n” he said rubbing his face over your cheeks. He was scenting you. He looked at you one more time, waiting for you to protest. He gave you a sly grin when he saw you pondering that he remembered your name. Of course, he did. He couldn't get you off his damn mind for months now. He watched you slowly approach him at the last party he saw you at and thought this was finally the moment he would get you all to himself and he would tell you how he felt, but that stank ass girl had to throw herself at him. He was a bit surprised at her actions but when he came to, he pushed her off, landing on her ass. When he looked around, you were nowhere to be found. The next few parties he was prepared to grab you and tell you immediately before anything could happen, but you never showed up. It was as if everything he needed to say was expressed through the look he gave you and when you didn't say anything his face made it to your neck where your scent gland was. Katsuki bared his teeth and ripped the blocker off causing a small whine to leave you. Katsuki inhaled deeply and another low growl left his throat. You felt Katsuki’s cock get incredibly hard against you. His eyes turned dark and only one word left his lips. “Mine” as he proceeded to scent your gland. “Fuck, we need to get out of here, now!” he stressed. He thought of how stupid his actions were. Dragging you to the public bathroom. He rolled his eyes at himself. So stupid. He can't claim you here. Not with all those extras outside. He needs to make sure you're comfortable and relaxed when he knots you. Oh, and he does intend on knotting you. He needs to take care of his Omega.

You vaguely remember making your way back to Katsuki’s place. You remembered being pulled through the club and Katsuki growling at the brave few dared to even glance at you. The alpha scent that flowed off his body solely to warn others to keep away was also keeping you calm. Once in his car Katsuki sped off ignoring all traffic signs and lights. You sat slumped over in his passenger seat sweating profusely. You took your blouse off revealing the lace bra that held your perky tits in place and Katsuki swallowed hard. His alpha scent and wanting to claim you had your heat hitting you now. You moved to take off your bra but Katsuki stopped you, "Fuck that. I’m not having all these fuckers look at your naked body as I carry you inside.” he snarled.

“Kat~su~ki” you mewled, “It hurts. I-I need you” you whined. It just made his dick grow bigger and he palmed himself trying to satiate his own pain between his legs. Your sweet scent and going into heat were throwing him into an early rut, but he didn't care. He’d claim you either way. “I know baby, I know,” Katsuki whispered, pushing out more of his scent to calm you. All it seemed to do is send your heat in hyperdrive as you felt your slick wet the seat beneath you. You whined again and he let another low grumble. Pulling up swiftly, Katsuki chose to park in his underground garage to avoid less eyes. He quickly carried you to the elevator, scenting you the entire ride of twelve flights to his floor. Once his door was closed and locked he carried you to the bedroom. You felt your body was literally melting at his touch, you were so hot. You quickly removed your clothes as you watched Katsuki do the same. You sat on the edge of the bed watching him tear at his fabric, literally ripping them and you couldn't help the moan that escaped your mouth as you watched his huge cock spring up and slap his abs. Katsuki walked over to you, pulling up your chin. “Like what you see princess?” he asked with a cocky grin before running his face along your cheeks again. Taking a big inhale of your scent he pulled back up. Eyes dark, pupils blown wide and in his alpha voice he ordered, “Present, my omega”

You were all too happy to get on all fours. Katsuki let out a low “Fuck” as you wiggled your ass in his face, which he quickly buried in your heat. Tasting you was like drinking the most delicious aphrodisiac ever. His tongue felt amazing as it slowly swiped up your slit and flicked along your clit. It helped alleviate some of your ache but what you really wanted, what your omega wanted, was his knot. “Katsuki please,” you begged him. You could have sworn you felt him smirk against your wet slit before pulling away with a chuckle in his voice. “Okay my omega, I’ll give you what you want” Katsuki calling you his omega had you keening, pushing your ass further up for him. Katsuki lined himself up and slowly pushed his way in. He moaned loudly at your mewling sounds as he pushed further and finally bottomed out. Katsuki was huge. Bigger than you've ever had and he knew by the way you whined you needed a minute to adjust to his size. You gave your ass a little wiggle along with whining, letting him know he could move. Fuck, finally he thought, He wanted to fucking ruin you, he wanted to take it slow. It was so frustrating. It wasn't long after setting a good pace that you were begging for his knot.

“You want my knot huh?” he’d tease you, making you whimper, begging him again. “Yes my alpha please, I need it. Need your knot” you'd holler over your shoulder. Katsuki picked up speed, thrusting into you faster. His balls filled tight with his seed that he’d eventually fill you with slapped against your clit. You were getting close, so close. You just needed that last push to send you over the edge and he knew exactly how to do it. Katsuki leaned over to roll his fingers over your clit and bury his face in your neck. “M'gonna claim you now omega” he said breathing heavy in a raspy voice, never losing momentum. Katsuki bit down over your gland breaking skin and you came hard. Calling out his name you felt his hips shake as his hot seed filled you. An overwhelming sensation of being full overcame your body, bordering the line of discomfort and you knew it was his knot. Katsuki grunted as the last spurts of his cum shot into you. He grabbed both your hands and interlaced your fingers together. He slowly and carefully fell down behind you pulling you to a spooning position while keeping his knot locked with you. A hot hand caressed your stomach. “Can’t wait to fuck you full of my seed again, wanna see you round carrying my pups”

You gasped at his words and felt your pussy clench around his tight knot. Katsuki let out a small laugh behind your ear and kissed along your neck. He licked at his claim mark and whispered, “Get some rest, my omega” Your eyes drifted close and you never felt so full, so relaxed. So wanted, so loved. Who’d ever known that after years of secretly pining for each other. You found your alpha. Katsuki found his omega.

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Game Day

Summary: You go to check out the commotion by you're university's stadium and get roped into going to the game. 4.7k, mostly just fluff, college au, Bakugo x Reader

A/N: Recently got to college and was still unfamiliar with game day schedules. Sorta a mix between me wanting to go to a game and me being confused why there was a mob outside the stadium a couple weeks ago. Not proofread, sorry.

Content warnings: Cursing, depiction of a panic attack

You had never seen so many people from this far away. You’d been part of crowds before, sure. But something about seeing the mass of your school colors outside the stadium, fully three blocks away, unsettled you a little. You knew it was game season, but most of those happened in the evening.

The studious part of you, the part that knew you had to finish taking notes on your biology textbook, told you to ignore the phenomenon. There was probably a good explanation, and if something was wrong someone would show up soon to take care of it. The other part, the ever curious part, demanded you investigate, find out what could cause such a stir. You cursed yourself as you stood from your desk, slipped on your shoes, grabbed your wallet, and left your dorm.

You walked out of your dorm building on a mission: find out what was going on at the stadium. It was maybe a ten minute walk if you were dragging your feet, and you were too interested to do that. You made it in six minutes flat, trying to make out what was going on based on the chatter around you. You couldn’t make any of it out, all the voices blending into one massive cacophony. You started trying to push your way through the crowd.

“Oi, asshole! Wait your turn, we’ll get in soon enough,” you heard someone call right before something tugged on the collar of your shirt strong enough that you stumbled back a few steps. You turned to glare at whoever had decided to touch you, only to be met with burning red eyes.

The red eyes belonged to none other than Bakugo Katsuki, an asshole you shared biology with. Your professor had assigned him to your group, but didn’t talk to each other. The only reason you knew his name is because of the team roster your professor had put out. He seemed to think he was better than everyone, and you stayed away from him because you didn’t agree.

You were surprised to see him here, honestly, since you never saw him just walking around campus. Anytime you saw him outside of class he was either studying or helping someone else study. You didn’t even see him in the dining hall.

“Uh… what?” you shouted above the din. He rolled his eyes, a deepening frown on his face. A few stray blond hairs fell into his face, and he brushed them out of the way.

“Wait. Your damn. Turn. We aren’t going to get in any sooner if you’re at the front of the line.”

“Line for what? And you call this a line?” the blond narrowed his eyes, lip curling in a sneer.

“The line for the game, dumbass. And yes, this is a line!”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“You must not have been to many games, then. Fucking amateur.” You glared back at the blond. You hated that he seemed to think he could just be rude to anybody.

“Yeah, I’m an amateur! I don’t even go to the games, I just got curious what the fuss was over here. Enjoy… whatever game you’re here to see,” you said, waving a hand about to indicate that you neither knew nor cared what was going to be happening. You had done what you came here to do, and now your homework was calling your name.

But Bakugo didn’t seem to be done with you. He grabbed your arm as you turned to walk away, and you jerked at the contact. It wasn’t enough to break his hold, and he spun you back around to face him. He seemed more pissed about you leaving than about you supposedly cutting in the mob that apparently passed for a line.

“You haven’t been to the games?” If looks could kill, you’d have been being scraped off the pavement with a spatula right about now.

“No? I have more important things to be doing. Besides, don’t really wanna go anyways.” You muttered the last part, a little embarrassed to admit it. Crowds weren’t your scene. You didn’t like the idea of being so close to so many people. Of being touched by so many people.

“Anyway, I’m leaving now, so-”

“The hell you are!” Bakugo held on a little tighter, and you tried to glare him down. Key word: tried. Surprisingly enough, having eyes like embers was very effective when you were having a staring contest. You looked away a lot faster than you wanted.

“And why is that?”

“You’re already here. Might as well stay and see the game.”

“I told you, I don’t want to. Besides, I have homework I still need to get done.” You were getting a little frantic, trying to pull your arm away from him even as you did your best to mask the discomfort in your voice. “A-and I don’t even have tickets, and I’m still in pajamas because it’s a Saturday and I wasn’t planning on being in public and-”

“And I don’t care. You’re here, you’re going, end of discussion.”

“Please don’t make me,” you begged, turning your head around to see the crowd around you. You didn’t try to hide the fear, hoping he would take mercy on you. It had taken too much out of you to push through the crowd to begin with, and it had only gotten bigger. You didn’t think you could get out now even if he let you go, but maybe you could. You clung to that maybe like a lifeline.

Bakugo, for his part, seemed to take notice of your little predicament. Better than you did, in fact. Maybe it was the tight grip on your wrist, his fingers digging into your pulse point to let him know you weren’t okay. Maybe it was how your head had begun whipping around, as if trying to keep tabs on every single person in the crowd.

He himself started to glance around, looking for someone. When he spotted the telltale red, spiky hair, he called out.

“Oi! Kirishima! Over here!” The redhead turned, a bright smile on his face as he seemed to effortlessly move through the crowd.

“Hey, Bakugo! What’s- oh.” Kirishima noticed you more than you really noticed him. You were too busy trying to shrink in on yourself to notice him. You were flinching at every brush of a sleeve against your arm, apologizing as you seemed intent on shrinking into yourself like a dying star.

“Crowd’s too big behind us. Can you help me clear a path inside?” Bakugo asked, and Kirishima was quick to nod, letting out a sharp whistle that sounded about the general din of the crowd of sports fans.

“Alright, I need everyone to clear a path to the stadium real quick!”

A few other voices sounded, echoing the call for a path. Three people in particular jumped in to help clear a path, and you didn’t have the energy to fight being led towards the big stadium.

You were almost stopped at the front door, arguably where people were pressed together the tightest, by the person keeping everyone from entering. You didn’t know what to call him, you thought. A bouncer? Door guard? Random guy?

“Woah, buddy, I know you guys are part of the student section, but you can’t head in there yet.”

“Please, sir, it’s a bit of an emergency,” Kirishiima explained, gesturing to you. You had your eyes squeezed shut, aware you were panicking and trying to stop it.

“Yeah, sure. You can wait like-”

“If you don’t let us through that door in the next five seconds, so help me god, I will-”

“Woah, Bakugo, easy. Come on, let’s go somewhere else.” The redhead said, walking away from the door guard. The crowd parted for him, leaving a wake big enough for you and Bakugo to follow in without being touched.

After a little more wading through the crowd, Kirishima seemed to find what he was looking for. He pulled on a small part of the chain link fence, shifting it just enough for someone to crawl under. Bakugo nodded in thanks to the bigger man and crawled under, dragging you along.

Once inside the stadium fence, he pulled you inside through a nearby maintenance door. From there he navigated you towards one of the main halls. They weren’t lit well, but you could hear how they echoed. There must have been really high ceilings.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. There’s no one around. Look- hey, look at me,” he said, and your eyes snapped to his. They were still intense, emitting the same waves of heat as the embers of a long-tended fire. You tried to look away, but he put his hands to your face, blocking out everything from your view but those eyes.

“None of that. Look at me. You’re fine. No one’s here. Breathe.” You took a shaky breath. Then another. And another, trying to match up with the rhythm of his breath as it echoed through the vast, empty hall.

“Good, you’re doing good,” he said, taking his hands from your face and grabbing your upper arm. “There’s a water fountain nearby. I’m going to take you there, and you’re going to drink, got it?” You nodded, breathing a little more evenly but not willing to talk just yet.

The water did wonders for you. It was cold, unlike the pressing heat of the crowd and your classmate. It grounded you, and when you finally came up for air you could feel that your heart was no longer trying to jump out of your chest. It wasn’t calmed, but it was more manageable.

“Thank you,” you whispered, afraid of how loud the echo would be. You were already jumpy, you didn’t need to make a fool of yourself for startling at your own voice.

“Don’t mention it,” Bakugo said at full volume. It bounced around in the hall, and you flinched at how suddenly it had contrasted with the airy silence that only a wide open space could have. He seemed to not notice.

“Come on. Now that you’re done waterboarding yourself, we’re gonna get you a shirt. Can’t have you at the game in that,” he said with disdain, as if you had intentionally worn your old NASA t-shirt from Target and comfy blue and purple leggings just to upset him.

“But I’m already in a shirt,” you protested. He began walking and, not wanting to be lost when the crowd inevitably came through for the game, you followed him.

“Yeah, but I ain’t letting you wear that shit to the game. It’s disrespectful.” You glared at him.

“I told you, I don’t wanna go.”

“Well it’s go to the game or try and fight your way through the crowd again, and something tells me you don’t have it in you to do that right now. So, we’re getting you a shirt at the very least, you’re gonna change, and we’ll head to the stands so we aren’t pushing through everyone.”

He was right about you not wanting to push through the crowd. You thought you might actually have a heart attack if you tried that again.

“Won’t we get in trouble for being back here? That guy made it pretty clear that no one’s supposed to get in until he gives the go ahead.” Bakugo grumbled ahead of you, and you heard a few choice curses being thrown at the door guy.

“That bastard’s just trying to prove he’s got some kind of power he doesn’t have. Besides, I know the people back here. I’m one of the leaders of the student section, they aren’t exactly gonna go tatling to that prick,” he said. There was a light a few corridors down. It was the only hallway illuminated at all.

“You? Leading the student section?” he huffed, glaring back at you.

“What? Think I can’t?”

“You just… don’t really seem the type,” you said, giving a lopsided smile. He rolled his eyes and looked back ahead of him.

“Yeah, well, I’m not. Hair-for-brains managed to rope me into it, and I’m not about to back out now.” You were getting closer, and saw a stall built into the brick of the building near where the hall emptied into the main room.

“Hair-for-brains? That a, uh… an enemy of yours?”

“What? No. He’s the guy with the red hair, held the fence so we could get inside? Bastard’s been glued to my side since high school, can’t get rid of him.” You finally neared the stall enough to reasonably talk with the person you saw inside, a woman about your age with short purple hair and gauged ears. She was chewing gum and scrolling through her phone, and her shirt was black with a blue guitar on it.

“Oi, Earlobes. Need a shirt,” he said, hooking a thumb at you walking behind him.

“That’s not my name, Bakugo,” she said, glancing up at him. Her eyes settled on you after a second, she tucked her phone in her back pocket. “Who’s this?”

“They’re with me. They’re here for the game, but they need a shirt.” The girl nodded beckoning you forward but continuing to talk to Bakugo.

“I know they’re with you, what’s their name?” He huffed in annoyance instead of answering. It made sense that he didn’t know you, you barely knew him after all.

“Their name’s L/N Y/N, now will you just get them a damn-”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t lose your head,” she said. “What’s your size?”

“Uh, s/s. But, I left my wallet, I don’t have a way to pay for it-”

“Hey, don’t worry. We can just chalk it up to costs of running the student section, right, Bakugo? Anyway, I’m Jiro. It’s nice to meet you,” she said, smiling as she turned to look through the small booth for the right size. She gave a little “aha!” when she found it.

“Feel free to stop by if you need anything else. Enjoy the game,” she said.

“Thanks, you too!” you said. Bakugo grabbed you by the arm again and started dragging you towards the bathrooms.

“Come on idiot, you need to get changed.”

You sat in the empty stands with Bakugo, listening to the crowd outside. They’d come in, soon, and you’d be swarmed, but you would be ready for it. You would be trapped, but you would know it was coming.

“So, have you ever been here?” You turned to him to see him already looking right at you. “In the stands, I mean. I know everyone gets taken to the stadium that first day for the stupid start of the year tradition.” You shook your head.

“No, I haven’t. It’s a nice view, though. Very… high up?” You hadn’t been in a real stadium before. Sure, there were a few times you’d been in the stands at your high school but they weren’t very tall and you hadn’t really thought to remark on them at all. Bakugo seemed to understand though, letting out a small chuckle.

“I guess it is, yeah. Still, we’re pretty low compared to other spots. You’ll be able to see the game better. Gotta make sure you have a good seat for your first game.” You two just looked at each other for a minute, counting down until everyone would swarm the stadium and find their seats and begin cheering and chanting.

“I’m Katsuki, by the way,” he said suddenly. “I don’t think I ever told you my name.”

“I knew your name,” you said quickly. “We’re in the same biology group, remember?” He blinked, as if he was surprised you remembered.

“Yeah, we are. Sorry, I just thought-”

“That some random stranger knew my name?” He looked away, glaring out onto the field as if he was trying to light the grass on fire with just his eyes.

“Sooo…” you said, grasping for a conversation topic. “You’re in the student section.”

“Not just in it,” he scoffed, turning back to you with a shit eating grin. “I’m second in command.”

“Not bad for a freshman,” you said, elbowing him. He elbowed you back.

“Don’t say that like you aren’t one, idiot.” You shoved him in retaliation, and it turned into an all out war, the both of you shoving each other in the stands. You were laughing at the absurdity of it. You were a freshman in college and here you were, rough housing with practically a stranger.

You heard the sound of people starting to flood the stadium. It distracted you from holding your base, and Katsuki shoved the both of you right off of your seats.

“Ha! I win!” he declared from atop you. You rolled your eyes, trying to push him off of you.

“I was distracted, it doesn’t count! And come on, people are coming. We don’t want to lose our seats.” But he stayed put, his face getting red. “Uh, earth to Katsuki? Can you let me up? We’re going to lose our seats otherwise.” He seemed to snap back to himself as he did, quickly pushing himself off of you and helping you stand, trying to avoid looking at you the whole time, which seemed odd. You took your seats as everyone started pouring in.

Katsuki’s friends found you both in the front row and sat with you. You recognized them as the people who had helped you move through the crowd. The redhead you remembered as Kirishima, the bright blond with a black streak dyed into his hair was Kaminari, and the one with black hair was Sero. Jiro came and joined you all, too, bringing a girl with bright pink hair who said her name was Mina. She was by far the most excited to meet you, immediately going in for a hug before you could stop her.

You spent the game with the whole group bumping into you every so often, but you found you didn’t care as much as normal. You were jumping up when everyone else was, screaming when everyone else was, being excited when everyone else was. It made the weird ‘ick’ feeling you got when people touched you diminish. It was still there, but there were more important things to worry about.

Katsuki taught you the chants, usually right before he led the rest of the crowd in them, so you could join in more. You almost fell over once, jumping up when a goal was scored. Katsuki was the one to catch you, pulling you back upright and returning to cheering after making certain you were alright.

You walked out of the stadium smiling and laughing. You were buzzing with energy. You knew some of it was the shaky, panicky kind from being in such close proximity to so many people, but most of it was excitement. You’d been a part of a crowd, instead of just being in one. You’d been able to channel the adrenaline rush you got when being touched into something more constructive than shying away and panicking.

“Stupid, shitty ass team. Didn’t even win. The fuck do they do all that training for if they aren’t going to take the game seriously?” Katsuki grumbled next to you.

“Hey, they took that game plenty seriously, Bakubro,” Kirishima said to try and cheer him up.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Lighten up, Bakugo. They lost by a single point, and that was only because the ref made a fake call to open the chance for a field goal,” Mina offered, decidedly avoiding the nickname Kirishima had used.

“Wasn’t that in overtime, too? Feel like they wouldn’t have let that happen if they weren’t taking the game seriously.” You had very little understanding of sports in general, but you understood the concept of overtime enough to recognize it. You didn’t know enough to know if the penalty the ref called in the last minute had been valid or not.

Regardless, Katsuki just grumbled.

“Doesn’t make it any better. Pinky’s right, the ref made a shit call. We should’ve won at that point.” You rolled your eyes and elbowed him.

“Well there’s nothing we can do about it, Katsuki. We lost, that stuff happens. We’ll do better next time,” you tried to reassure him. To your surprise, he flinched. Everyone turned to look at you as if you’d sprouted a second head.

“Did you just call him…” Kaminari looked around, as if someone would get him for what he was about to say, then leaned in to whisper to you, “...the ‘K’ word?”

“Katsuki? Yeah? That’s his name, right?” You turned to him to double check, but Katsuki refused to meet your eyes.

“Well, we hope to see you at the next game, Y/N!” Jiro said, slowly walking away while trying her best to hide a smile.

“Yeah, you too. Hope to see you before then, too,” you said with a confused smile. Why was she acting weird?

“You know, we’ve got a study group that meets Wednesday nights at the library, if you want to come! Blasty over there runs it,” Kaminari chimed in.

“You wouldn’t think it, but he’s a strangely good teacher! He’s the only reason I passed my first chem test,” Mina said, shooting a playful grin to the blond walking on your left.

“What’s that supposed to mean, dumbass?”

“Relax, Bakugo. She’s right, you don’t seem like the mentoring type,” Kirishima said, resting a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder. He was also fighting back a smile. Well, a bigger smile than he was already wearing.

“You are a bit loud and angry for a teacher, I’ll be honest,” Kaminari piped in, earning a death glare from the blond.

“Right, that’s our cue to go,” Sero said with a clap, grabbing Kaminari’s shoulder and starting to walk backwards. “Y/N, it was nice to meet you, if you want to join the study group we meet at 6 on the second floor of the library. It’s Mina’s turn to bring snacks, so we’ll be fueled for it. Anyway, see ya!” He turned around and sprinted off before Katsuki could chase after him and Kaminari.

“What’s up with them?” You asked.

“Oh, Bakugo’s known to try and strangle Kaminari. Those two are best friends and Kami doesn’t always know when not to say things, ADHD and all, so it falls to Sero to keep him alive when he says stupid things,” Kirishima explained.

“Anyway, Mina, you wanna go try that gyro place that just opened?” Kirishima said, the mischievous smile he’d been holding back finally breaking through

“Do I ever! Let’s go, Kiri. Have fun, you two!” And with several backwards glances and titters, Kirishima and Mina ran off.

“Well, they all seemed in a hurry to leave,” you said, rubbing your arm. It had been right after you called Katsuki by his name, too. They’d made a deal of it, before they all ran away.

“Did… Did I say something?” you asked the blonde, still walking next to you towards your dorm.

“No, those idiots just don’t know how to leave.”

“Oh. I just… nevermind.” You were the one refusing to meet his eyes now, and you could feel them boring into your temple as you looked around the street.

“I don’t let them call me by my name. That’s why the idiots got all weird.”

“Would you prefer if I don’t-”

“I told you to call me Katsuki, it’s fine,” he said, cheeks getting pink again.

You both walked together quietly for another block. It was a warm evening in mid September, and you relished in the warmth that rose from the ground. You looked up through the trees to see what color the sky was painted this time, just to say you were doing something. It was usually a gorgeous red, but sometimes it was a pink or an orange. That was the best part of your dorm: you could see the sunsets.

“You said you had homework to do?”

“Hm?” Katsuki kept looking at you as you pulled your eyes from the sky, and you froze for half a second. You’d recognized on some level that he was pretty, with his spiky blond hair and his seemingly constantly scowling face and his ember eyes. But something about the golden hour lighting made you realize he was pretty. You quickly looked away before he could see the blush on your face.

“Earlier, you said you still had homework to do. What was it for?”

“Oh, I’ve got to finish getting through this week's biology chapter. It’s taking a bit longer than I planned, but-”

“I can help. If you want me to.” You blinked at him, a little surprised that he would offer.

“It’s fine. I’m sure you’ve got your own homework, and I can’t ask you to do that anyway.”

“Unlike some people,” he said, giving you a playful glare, “I actually make sure I have my shit done before I go to a game.”

“Damn, alright.” You walked a few more paces in silence. “I mean… if you’re offering, I’d appreciate the help,” you admitted, refusing to look at him in the golden hour light. You had to keep it together, dammit.

“Well, I am. Hurry up, the sooner we get back the sooner we can be studying. We doing it in your room?

“Uh, sure, I guess,” you said, trying not to think too far into that.

“Cool. You’re roommate know?”

“Oh, I don’t have a roommate. They never showed up,” you said, maybe a little too quickly. Katsuki just glanced at you in his periphery, refusing to look at him, and nodded. You didn’t see his little smile.

By the time you’d finished getting through the chapter with Katsuki it was well into the night. He lived in a dorm several blocks away, and you weren’t about to let him walk that far in the dark, safe campus or not.

“Well, if you’re going to hold me hostage here, you wanna watch something?”

“Sure. Any suggestions?” he thought for a moment, before gesturing you to hand him your laptop. You did, and he pulled up the campus movie website and picked something before collapsing on the empty bed in the room. You clambered up into your bed to get the one blanket big enough for two people and hopped down. Once you were on the bed with him, you quickly arranged the blanket so you two both had some and settled in to watch the movie.

Halfway through, Katsuki felt something slump against him. He looked down to see you, leaning against his shoulder. You were out cold, and right as the movie was getting to the good part. He sighed, pausing the movie and closing the laptop. He set it off to one side and pulled out his phone to check the group chat.

He’d known it’d blow up the second he was left alone with you, so he’d set it to silent earlier, but now he could look through all the messages. It was all on the same topic, and the idiots were still talking. Kaminari was the first person to notice he was online.

“Dude! That’s the person you’ve been talking about? The one from bio?” he sent. Katsuki rolled his eyes, typing back quickly before the others swarmed him with questions.

“Yes, that was them. No, I’m not telling you morons anything. I’m going to bed.” He was about to put his phone down when one last notification banner came down from his private chat with Kirishima.

“So, how’d it go? Did the studying idea work?” Katsuki glanced down at you, sleeping on his shoulder. The game and studying combination must have really exhausted you if you passed out so easily and didn’t notice that you were leaning on him. It was cute.

“Worked great. Thanks for the idea, Red.”

“Knew it! Figured it must’ve gone well when you didn’t come back to the dorm.”

“Whatever, dumbass. Night.”

He tossed his phone next to your laptop and leaned back into the wall. It wasn’t the most comfortable sleeping position, but he knew if he moved you would wake up. So he took a breath and closed his eyes for the night, heart fluttering at the idea of being there first thing in the morning to talk to you again.

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mha characters x chubby!gf headcanons - m.

ft.୭̥⋆*— i.midoriya, k.bakugou, t.amajiki

contents୭̥⋆*— fluff, smut, kinks

author's note୭̥⋆*— these are more like mini-fics than headcanons at this point. a peace offering for Lip Smacker’s delay. it’s coming I promise! this is a college au, meaning all characters are aged up to 18+ consenting adults, more specifically all characters are in their 20s

izuku midoriya

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — when izuku first saw you he immediately thought, 'cute'.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — you were eating at the dining hall with ochako. he never saw you before, but just by looking at you, he decided he loved your chubby cheeks and round face. to him, you looked like a doll, pretty and soft. And when you smiled? well, that was it for him.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — he officially met you at a party and was incredibly nervous around you at first. it didn’t help that you were wearing the sexiest outfit in the room. he was glad that by the time he had gained the courage to talk to you he'd been five shots in, otherwise you'd acknowledge his incredibly red face.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — luckily for him, you did notice his blushing face and stuttered words weren't alcohol induced but because he was crushing on you. truthfully, you'd known for a while he fancied you. he wasn't exactly discreet in his stares. just like how he was staring at you now, with big doe eyes staring down at you like you were his whole world. it's why you gave him your number.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — he courted you in the way most girls only dream of. he'd take you on the best dates and bring you gifts, like teddy bears and sweets you liked. He'd give you his jacket if you were cold, brush your hair out of your face when you were talking to him, even walk you to your dorm and call you when he got back to his to talk you to sleep.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — the night you kissed him in front of your apartment door was a night he'd never forget. he'd seared it into his memory, from the feel of your lips, the sound of your shakey breaths, and the softness of your waist in his hands.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — once he had a taste he just couldn't get enough. it was almost impossible to keep his hands and lips off you. he'd gotten so bold that he started kissing and borderline groping you in public or while in the company of others. it started to become a real problem.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — "get a room jagoff!" katsuki grumbled as he threw a pillow at izuku's head while he was on top of you doing some heavy petting on the common room couch.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — you giggled underneath him, twirling the hair at the nape of his neck between your fingers. "maybe he's right," you said. "we should get a room."

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — that was all he needed to sweep you off the couch and carry you to his bedroom.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — izuku is so gentle, he treats you like a porcelain doll. That's what you were to him. "my doll," he'd whisper in your ear as his hands traveled lower, lower, lower... you gasp.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — "you're my sweet doll. my precious little doll. i'm gonna make you feel good okay? you want me to make you feel good, right baby?"

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — you were so soft and warm, he could bury his face in your tits forever. he loved leaving hickies along your body, especially your thighs.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — man did he love your thighs.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — he loved the way they encased his hips as he snapped his hips against you. but he most loved them straddled across his own with you bouncing on top, wrapped in his arms, holding you close.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — he wants to feel all of you all the time—your soft flesh pressed against his, his strong arms encasing you, his chin resting on your chest as he looked up at you through half-lidded eyes, watching your face contort into visions of ecstasy. his sweet doll.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — "cum for me doll, please," he'd beg, kissing your breasts. "i want to feel my babydoll squeeze around my cock with her pretty little pussy...so warm for me...so tight. does it feel good when i'm inside you? tell me. tell me it feels good."

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — everything is about you. he will spend hours making you come. he'll eat you out till his jaw locks, make you cum around his fingers until you were a sensitive quivering mess and he'll do it gladly.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა — all for his precious little doll.

katsuki bakugou

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — you had known katsuki briefly in childhood. his family had vacationed one summer in your seaside town and he met you on a particularly hot day at the beach.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — you were only ten at the time. your parents let you go off on your own and you found a small cove with a treasury of seashells to collect.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — alas, your pleasant time shifting through sand and mud was interrupted by two thick-headed middle-schoolers. the boys teased and tormented you, calling you names and insulting your appearance and weight.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — around the same time, katsuki was passing by, finding the forced vacation "shitty". he saw the boys picking at you. he was more annoyed than anything. it is one thing to pick on someone younger than you, but a girl?

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he had the gall to step in and teach the bastards a lesson, but before he could move, you had already thrown a powerful punch at one of the assailant's jaw and kicked the other's in the groin.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — you had them running off, sniveling with their tails between their legs.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — needless to say, he was impressed.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he came up to you, intending to appraise you in his own way by saying something along the lines of "didn't think a girl could throw a punch like that."

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — but you were still shaken by the encounter and the sight of another boy with—let's not pretend—a rather threatening aura, fixed you to defensively throw a second punch straight at his gut.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — somehow, in that moment, you earned his respect.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — once you apologized, having realized your mistake, and the two of you became fast friends. Playing heroes together, exploring the town, swimming in the sea, and eating both your weights in ice cream and carnival foods.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he found you funny, adventurous, and assertive. unlike the "friends" he had back home, you didn't let him order you around or follow him blindly, you walked with him. you were like partners in crime. equals.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he would not say it, but you are what made his summer vacation bearable. leaving was one of the hardest things he had to do as a ten-year-old boy.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "see you next summer?" you asked.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "whatever."

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he knew he wouldn't.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he watched you wave through the back window of the car until it rounded the corner and you disappeared. he sank back into his seat and after a while, his parents heard muffled sniffles coming from the back seat.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "are you alright, katsuki?" his mother asked, gazing at her son through the rearview mirror. his eyes were red and full of tears.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "im fine."

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — it's always the friends you meet on vacation and never see again that leave such deep impressions, right?

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — that is until he did see you again, ten years later, walking around campus as if it were any other day.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — it was like seeing a ghost. you looked the same as you did all those years ago.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — well, sort of.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — you were still thick, but you certainly grew into yourself as a woman, with the curves to match.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — but it was definitely you. you still had your laugh, your dimpled smile, and the same confidence you had back then. he was glad to know not much changed about you.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he kept an eye out for you whenever he was out. far enough away to where you wouldn't notice him. he didn't know how to approach you. he didn't want to scare you off. for all he knew, you didn't remember him at all. then he would just be some freak who obsessed over a girl he met ten years ago.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — it was only when he was sitting at the student union with his headphones in his ears, working on an assignment between classes that he felt a tap on his shoulder.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he took his headphones off prepared to curse out whoever decided to bug him unprovoked when he saw you, smiling awkwardly down at him.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "i'm sorry, this may sound weird but you remind me of a childhood friend i had. is your name katsuki by chance?"

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — you remembered.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — and just like that, you were back in his life.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — it was awkward at first. you both reminisced about the past and caught up on each other's lives currently. but it wasn't long before you both went back to your antics, joking around, playing video games, and having late-night drives and sleepovers at each other's dorms.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — his friends got to know you as well. some of them even calling you the prettier, nicer version of him.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — one night, while katsuki was spending the night in your dorm, the two of you were laying close together on the bed binge-watching Game of Thrones.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "do you think i would look better if looked like that?" you asked, referring to a scene where Daenerys unclothes herself.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "what are you talking about? you want to dye your hair white?"

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — you sucked your teeth. "No. y'know, like if i lost weight. i think i'd get more dates if i looked like khaleesi," you say, half joking.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — katsuki frowned. "don't be stupid."

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — you looked at him. "what do you mean stupid?"

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "you don't need to lose weight, especially not for some shit-head guy. your body is perfect the way it is."

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — your face flushed. "perfect?"

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — katsuki looked into your eyes, then down at your lips. without thinking he crashed his lips against yours. you kissed him back, letting your head fall back into the pillow. the rest is history.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he is a little rough, but only because it's hard for him to control these feelings he's had for you for so long. he makes up for it with affirmations, consistent kisses, and pet names.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "my girl..." "baby..." "sunshine..." though, the latter, which he calls you because he met you during the day where the sun shined its brightest, is most often used when he is teasing you for being a brat.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he practically rips off your clothes and his, so desperate to feel you under him.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he loves your ass. it's one of his favorite things to grab and smack. he loves the sounds you make when he fucks you, his hips snapping into you so fast you're seeing stars. he loves it when you call his name and claw at his back.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — he most likes to fuck you from behind, or while standing up and holding you in his arms with your legs wrapped around him. he liked finding new ways to show you how strong he was, and how your weight would never be a problem for him.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "you're mine," he'd pant in your ear. " this ass is mine. theses tits are mine. this pussy is mine. all mine."

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — but when you fuck him, that's when he really loses his mind.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — and the way you sucked his dick sent him to the astral plane. and looking down at your pretty face, mouth full of his cock and your pretty puppy-dog eyes.

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — "f-fuck...you're gonna kill me, girl."

૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ — how lucky was he that he found the girl he couldn't forget after all these years. how lucky was he that you were all his.

tamaki amajiki

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — it was only natural that tamaki was a foodie. he loved food. he spent most of his time thinking about food.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — so did you, considering you had a passion for cooking.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you looooved to cook for your friends. it was your love language.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა —but if you had to pick which out of all your friends you liked cooking for the most, it was tamaki.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — tamaki loved your food. he would always compliment your cooking, even if it was something as simple as ramen. somehow you made it taste so so good.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you often teased him about it, just so you could make him blush.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — it came to a point where you started packing lunches for him and making him dinner on weekends.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — mirio would tease the two of you about it a lot. one time mirio caught you giving tamaki his lunch for the day in a cutesie bento box and joked, “it’s like you’re an old married couple!”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — tamaki blushed profusely and went on a five minute rant about how mirio should be careful about what he says so he doesn’t make you uncomfortable.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — but you werent uncomfortable or embarrassed. secretly you liked the idea of being married to your sweet tamaki.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — he did too. he liked it so much that he often had dreams about it.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you’d be happily married together, and you would keep cooking him delicious foods and he would spoil you rotten and you’d have his kids. you’d be the perfect happy family.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — if only he had the courage to ask you out first.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — he tried many times, but he would get so embarrassed he would turn into a bumbling idiot and you would be your sweet self and try to talk him down.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “it’s okay tamaki, you dont have to say anything if you don't want to.”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — it wasnt that he didn’t want to, it was that he was scared.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you were the beautiful, bright, bubbly, y/n. you were worlds ahead of him, probably so high you couldnt see him the way he saw you.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — oh, but you did.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — tamaki’s birthday was around the corner and you spent days trying to make the perfect cake.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you practically slaved in the kitchen and spent absurd amounts of money on ingredients to make several different batches of cake. you wanted everything to be perfect because you were going to confess to him that day and you couldnt give your crush a shitty birthday cake when you’re professing your love.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you spent days in that kitchen, even falling asleep in it a few times, covered in flour and chocolate. nonstop it was, wake up, bake, get ready for class, go to class, bake again, pass out.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — your friends barely saw you, and in your frenzy you’d forgotten to pack lunches for tamaki all week.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — he grew worried, and on friday night, the day before his birthday, he went to your apartment to check on you.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you were sitting in front of the oven, watching the cake rise and slowly nodding off to sleep when you heard your doorbell ring.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — jolting up you looked down at the lockscreen of your phone on the counter.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — ”SHIT!” it was friday. you usually cook dinner for tamaki on fridays.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — rushing to the door you primped yourself the best you could and opened it, revealing tamaki. he looked down at you, covered in flour and frosting.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “is everything okay, y/n?”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “yeah, of couse everythings fine why do you ask?” you grin. liar.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “can i come in?”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — and how could you say no to him and his pretty eyes?

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — so now tamaki was in your apartment, and you were desperately trying to figure out how to convince him to leave before he found the dozens of failed cakes in your kitchen.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “i came by because i’m worried about you,” he said. “i havent seen you all week.”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — your heart practically melted. you tried to tell him you were just busy with homework you procastinated doing, but he didnt seem so convinced.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — then, the scent of burnt surgar started to fill the room, and tamaki smelled the air, his head turning towards the kitchen.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “is something burning?”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — then the smoke detector went off. your eyes widened.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you ran for the kitchen, tamaki following after you to help. cake number 16 had burnt in the oven and a thick fog of smoke filled the kitchen.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you worked quickly to get it out the oven and shut it off. tamaki found a kitchen towel and fanned the smoke away until the detecter went silent.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — once everything seemed to be handled, he took in the state of your kitchen, full of ‘failure’ cakes that said “happy birthday, tamaki!”, “i love you tamaki”, and “happy birthday tamaki, lets make out!”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “you were making these for me?”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — and the beans were spilt.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you admitted to tamaki that you had spent the week baking him birthday cakes because you wanted to make something perfect for him and because...

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “i love you,” you confessed, nervous of the outcome, but glad to have finally said it.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — just like that, you gave tamaki the best birthday gift he could ask for.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — a smile spread across his lips and he took your hand in his.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “i feel like i should have been the one to tell you that first.”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — he swiftly pressed a kiss onto your lips, pulling away only slightly, to gage your reaction.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you smiled and kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — the kiss grew heated and he began pushing you back into an empty counter where he lifted you up with ease, entraping himself between your legs.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — he trailed kisses down your neck where he licked a spot of chocolate icing left behind.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — your shaky moan was all it took for him to rip off your apron and blouse.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — his tongue trailed along your body, licking and sucking your breats while he dove his hand under your skirt and rubbed you through your panties.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “does mommy...want daddy to make her feel good?”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — oh, god yes!

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — you captured his lips into a sloppy kiss, rocking your hips into his hand. somewhere in the thick of things, you got you hands on the can of whipped cream you left out. gently pulling tamaki’s lips from your neck, you held the whipped cream between your bodies.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — smirking you tilted the nozzle down at your chest, and swirled whip cream on your chest and nipples.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “oh, mommy.” he moaned, immediatly diving his face into your tits, lapping and sucking the sweetness off and leaving hickies on your chest in the process.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — his hands were fumbling with the belt of his jeans, pulling down the zipper to fish out his cock.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — can you believe he fucked you on that countertop?

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — he drove his hips into like his life depended on it. all this time he spent pining for you came down to this moment, and he couldnt be happier to get lost in your pussy.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “y’feel so good,” he’d pant. “’g’na cum so hard mommy...g’na fill you up... get you pregnant...yeah...you like that? daddy’s gonna breed you, baby.... ‘n make you his”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — between his cock and his dirty words, you came so hard you saw white.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — he came too and kept his promise, filling you up with his cum. he kept his cock inside you and pressed his hand against your stomach.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — “you keep it in there, okay?” he slurred. “don’t let it come out. imma take care of you. i’m gonna marry you. i love you. i love you so much.”

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — he held you close, and kissed you softly.

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — that was the first time you ever truly considered getting off the pill.

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