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mysteriesmuse · 11 months

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Princess Reader x Royal Guard Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugou Katsuki’s job is literally to stand by you day and night. You promoted him to being your personal guard and now he follows you around the castle like a dog. Katsuki thought he would hate it. Thought he would have to do something to get himself fired. Something that would make you dislike him because everytime he was around you his skin definitely felt red hot and he had a slight nauseating sensation in his stomach. It’s only when steam started pouring out his ears with him clenching his teeth and palms that he was able to pinpoint that feeling. Oh yes that previous feeling was jealously and Katsuki Bakugou apparently didn’t hate you. Because he really felt jealous about this stupid suitor that was attempting to woo you. He liked you. He had a crush on the princess he was in charge of protecting with his life. Not that, that would change. But now he had a reason to get to know you more. To make the same impression that the other elite guards made with small talk that put you at ease during any shift changes.

BECOME THE BEST GUARD IN THE CASTLE: CHECK

MAKE SMALL TALK & GET IN GOOD GRACES WITH THE PRINCESS: IN PROGRESS

WOO THE PRINCESS: ??? So Katsuki really freaking struggled with small talk. Plus, I mean the guy knows practically everything about you. How is he supposed to make small talk if he can’t just ask the questions? Trick question he still can. In reality he doesn’t really have to. He’s supposed to be a rather stoic and sentient figurine that guards you. His first few attempts were meet with startled eyes and strange looks for the next few weeks. You’re known to be fairly cordial and friendly with the guards, but his reputation proceeded him. Big Scary Guard Dog Bakugou. That’s who you were told was your new guard. And that’s what you expected for the most part. A quiet guy who may or may not be a piece of eye candy following you around like a shadow. Oh boy, were you wrong. He was definitely a piece of eye candy. Actually he was the piece of eye candy that was apart of your elite protection group. A very silent man Bakugou. And after the first couple of weeks of him assigned as you personal guard your opinion on that changed. Bakugou grunts out a G’mornin’ and a G’night to you every day. Almost looks strained, but it’s pleasant nonetheless. And he’s incredibly observant too. You catch him in the hall to your corridors arguing with a servant about the bouquet of flowers she’s attempting to bring in to replace the last bouquet on your writing desk. “Shitty - ahem - her majesty prefers another variety of flower. Go back and procure some of the blue snowball looking ones.” After that you noticed that the vase continually held varieties of flowers that you’d complimented on in the royal gardens. And from then on your awkward guard/royalty relationship bloomed like a hillside. A cascading flurry of one beautiful thing after another. ——— When you’re cozied up in the quiet royal library to enjoy a good book you pause and peek over the top of the novel in your lap. Almost out of curiosity or disbelief that Bakugou is the one asking a question. He blinks out of genuine curiosity and you open your mouth and start to turn the book around so that he can see the words of the story you’re gesturing at. He gets you to go on and on that way. Nothing but a few affirmational vocals from him that he’s still listening. And he loves watching your expressions almost more than when you insist that he do something. Read his own book, after all it is a library. He dismisses it all. And yes your highness he can read and write just fine. This is just his job. Well not the secretly pinning over you while you read, but the watching part. And He learns that you actually know a lot more about kingdom politics than he previously gave you credit for. You’re smoothing over diplomatic matters with a carefully inked letter and secretly keeping promises about exports and materials your kingdom has pledged.

All while you sit and hum at your writing desk. The way you gently tease off your shoes with your toes at the heels when you’ve decided you’re going to be in for a long while. And Katsuki knows then that you’ll idly wave for him to sit instead of standing at his post the whole while. Except he starts to develop the nasty happen of staring and when you catch him looking he’ll chose between grumbling and turning away as his ears turn pink or blink unyielding and say “just doing my job, princess”

Katsuki likes the suave of the second one, but it really ends up being 50/50 with it. ————

But 100% of the time your strolls through the royal garden have him itching to take some armor off as the sunny warmth makes him sweat buckets underneath the layers of his uniform. Not to mention you walking this close already has his skin hot enough. The way you walk shoulder to shoulder just has him practically drooling at the thought of holding your hand. - Exhibits extreme self-control every stroll. Oh and when the fruit and vegetables are ready to be harvested you like to take teasing strolls into the royal orchards and gardens to taste the first ripe fruit of the season. Always curtesying as you point and ask him to grab a mandarin, or plum, or peach, or nectarine, or lemon, or apple, or whatever it is. And you’ve usually tried just before hand. On you tip-toes waggling your decorated fingers into the air. The sunlight bouncing off your jewels that adorn your skin and cascade daggers of rainbowed light upon your face. And it’s always just out of reach. A fresh shiny pout on your face when you turn and ask him to pluck one. And Katsuki usually just has to stand and put his arm up to grab one as you patiently wait and watch. But you’re admiring him just as much as he admired you. Staring up at his chiseled jawline. The wheaty stubble that decorates his face. You long to feel it prickle underneath your fingertips. Wonder how it would feel tickling the edges of your kiss when you finally set your mouth against his plush lips. You admire his impeccable physique. His staggering size as he barely stretches his shoulder to reach the fruit. And the way his golden tan glistens underneath the dappled light of the sun; glistens from the profuse sweat elicited from his layers and layers of chainmail and armor. All brushing over his adams apple before he gulps and turned to hand it to you. And Katsuki loves to hold it in his palm in the way that you have to pick it up. Feel your fingers gently prod and caress the skin of his palm as you turn the fruit over. Mulling over its quality before wordlessly holding it back out. He huffs and grabs the fruit as you take him to the stone wall. You sit and pull out a handkerchief from between your breasts if he’s not swift enough in supplying you with his. And Katsuki will grab his dagger and slice up the fruit, setting the pieces down onto the handkerchief before you plop one into your mouth. His hands will still and his eyes flick to your face watching as you chew and make a satisfied moan. The rest of your stroll will include these snack breaks. Taking “samples” as you call them of the seasons fruit. And the royal gardners have since decided to ignore the two figurines of their princess and the royal guardsmen sitting on the stone walls chattering and pressing handkerchiefs into sticky thieving fingers. ————

In the royal kitchens he accompanies you as you excitedly follow behind a kitchen maid who’s sent for you to do a testing of the new desserts the chef has been working on. Despite your official look of composure he knows that you’re excited by the little bounce in your hair from your steps. Katsuki always clunks down to the table when you beckon him to sit. Frantically patting the chair next to you after he’s been a right gentleman and pushed your chair in. You always think he looks rather scared with the way his carmine eyes dart around the empty dinning hall before the procession of maids and chef come out into the hall and display a plethora of desserts in front of you. They always wave you on with glee before retreating to the kitchen to finish the next batch. Your mouth practically waters as you pick up your fork and spear the perfect first bite. Only to turn to Katsuki with your other hand under the utensil holding it up to his plush pink lips which immediately turn into a defensive scowl. You’re always muttering something about your safety to “taste test for me? Make sure there’s nothing poisoned?” Except Katsuki’s never been sure that’s your real agenda here because you always gently spoon the first bite of your special taste testing into his mouth and if its something chocolate it always taste like Heaven despite it being a brand new recipe. (You’ve got the best chocolatier in the kingdom) and he always a little groan slip out. His face melting as he chews and swallows. (he’s going to be doing a lot more of that)

Before he nods muttering it’s safe. Not that your food would be poisoned because the staff and kingdom are all pretty loyal here and him and the elite guards are way to fricken scary to have on your tail. But he humors you anyway because technically that’s protecting and you’re right it’s in his job description. And then you, without changing forks, without doing anything else immediately set the fork he just used between your own lips and lick off the icing residue between your pink lips and hum before taking a real first bite yourself. And you do it all while maintaining perfect eye contact with him. And he can feel blood rushing to weird places all over his body. And it goes on like this for every single plate they offer. HAVE THE PRINCESS FLIRT WITH YOU: yes? maybe ?? At this rate he’s not sure why the kitchen staff haven’t mandated you with a royal poison taste tester with your insistence of him having a bite of every one of your plates. Seriously what are these people thinking! They’re thinking that there’s some real true love blooming in the castle and who are they to get in the way! Plus, it’s a good practice for any wedding cake samples they do in the future. Of course they won’t ever tell y’all whose wedding they’re preparing to cater. ———— While you delight in that. Katsuki delights in nothing more than your dance lessons. He likes to watch you glide, or try to, across the floor with every step. Definitely feels a weird blooming of secondhand pride when you practice a new step a few times and smooth it out with practice. Overall he finds it very peaceful and relaxing watching you laugh and groan and be belittled by this ancient teacher they have for you. Stands at the door tapping his toe in his boot to the beat. When this ancient woman that he just loves comes over and insists that he mustn’t “just stand there and look handsome. Make yourself useful she needs a partner” which always causes your head to swivel like a chicken as he detaches a few layers of pure metal off his body to make the dancing “easier and more realistic for her highness”

So now he gets to stand bare of any occluding armor and he can feel your e/c gaze washing over his body and the ripping muscles that he’s always had hidden under that armor. Adores the chance to hold you in his arms and practice doing the steps that you’re working on. And he’s attended enough of these things and the balls to be able to pick up on his part pretty quickly. Katsuki, not to toot his own horn because he would never, has to say he’s pretty darn good at dancing. Stupidly good for a royal guard which he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be clunky and clumsy, but as soon as the armor is off he’s as graceful as any one of the princes or dukes you’ve danced with ball after ball and gala after gala. He’s humongous. Practically a head taller than you and his shoulders are stupidly wide and it’s like you’re in a cocoon of just him. His stupid minty breath whenever he’s mumbling something snarky or whispering the counts just loud enough for your teacher to know he’s actually helping. The flopping bangs that fall into his face whenever he needs to look down and see what your feet are doing. Usually because you’ve accidentally skipped a step or done something that messes with his leading because how can you not! Except this only fuels Bakugou’s ego more because he’s never seen you mess up with any partner at any of these balls you attend. The logical part of his brain says it’s because this is your dance room and you’re practicing. But the other hopeful part of his heart says it’s because maybe you’re flustered. Maybe you feel something too. And you definitely do. The oddly warm, but searing heat of his hand on the small of your back makes you stand up. His shoulder and bicep and forearm all a fluttering mass of muscle that languidly stretches and twitches underneath your arm. His meaty and calloused hand that holds yours, which is incredibly clamy except you’re not sure if it’s you or him! And your annoying dance teacher who constantly whacks your limbs and buttocks whenever you do something wrong, which only makes your guards impeccable poker face quirk into a smirk before she starts the music again. And unfortunately the old crone has caught on. Because your lessons after having danced with Katsuki are immensely improved. And your performance at balls is flawless at best, so she’s going to keep asking the young rugged handsome guard of yours to keep stepping in as your partner for dancing because he seems to be the only one where you actually have to work for that composure. ————

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quitesins · 2 years

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Katsuki Catching you on the Sims

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Tags: Sfw, suggestive, fem!reader, friends to lovers, short drabble, no edit just vibes

“Is…is that us?” The voice startles you and you immediately go to cover your screen, embarrassment hitting you like a truck.

“What- no- Kats’ what-” You scramble out the words, snapping your head to the side.

“Oh it fucking is, isn’t it?” You can hear the smirk, Katsuki shoving you lightly to the side and taking seat. “Go on, show me.”

You shake your head harshly, still clutching the laptop, not making any moves to close the game.

“Nah, I wanna see.” Katsuki can be stubborn and you know you aren’t going to get out of this one.

“Fine…” You whisper out, reluctantly slipping your hands down and finding the mouse pad.

God, it’s embarrassing.

You can’t even try to hide the resemblance between the character of your game and the man beside you. His name is in bright capital letters, admitting your lies for you.

“Huh, it really is me.” Katsuki muses, eyeing his Sims counterpart. “Got my skull shirt and all.”

The sim in question walks around the screen, throughout a large but homely house. The two of you watch it for a moment, when suddenly a notification pops up. Oh no.

“This sim is feeling…” Katsuki starts to read, and you wish for the ground to swallow you. “Flirty?”

You don’t even want to look at the screen anymore, but Katsuki does, following along the character as the camera pans. Soon another sim is in view. One that’s evidently you. And before you can even attempt to pause the game, divert the character away or even throw the laptop off you, there goes Katsuki’s sim, pulling yours into a kiss. A grand, dramatic, and undeniably salacious kiss.

Not a word is said. All you can hear is your own heart beating tremendously. You wonder if he can hear it. Then, abruptly and loud, Katsuki laughs.

A genuine- from the belly- laugh. He doesn’t stop, even when you shake him in protest, whining that he’s being a prick. There’s tears in his eyes, his head is tilted back and his hands rest on yours as they jab at him lightly. If you weren’t so flustered you’d probably appreciate the rare display of unrestrained joy.

“Shut the fuck up! Katsuki!” The laptop is pushed off you by now, and you’re practically atop of the man, shaking him to stop.

His laughter starts to taper but with a chuckle still in his voice, he says. “You’re an idiot, y’know that?”

Katsuki doesn’t give you a moment to take in the words, already pulling you to him, clutching your face in his hands and kissing you.

One grand, dramatic, and undeniably salacious kiss.

It surprises you for a second, but then you melt, almost asking for more. You’re on his lap, by your own movements and his. Nothing on your mind but the feeling of his lips against yours.

When the two of you finally pull apart, you can see how he blushes, how his chest falls and rises. Just like you- he’s in his own fluster.

“Could’ve just asked.” He breathes, the two of you calming. “I’d give you anything from that shitty game.”

The hint of jealousy makes you giggle, resting your head on his shoulder. “Even the multi-billion dollar house I designed?”

You can tell he rolls his eyes, but his voice is soft and full of love.

“Yeah, even the fuckin’ world.”

“Holy fuck [Name], do we have kids in this shit?”

“KATSUKI!! STOP LOOKING!!!”

I’m currently trying to re-download sims because the last I played was when I was 16 and I miss it! Bout to make my whole genshin team and start a fight club 💪

Edit: this is getting loads of reblog comment thingies and I really want to say thank u!!! But IDK HOW TO REPLY??? THIS APP IS SO HARD TO USE???!??

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kikis-writing-service · 3 months

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Spicy Curry (Bakugou Katsuki x F!Reader) Chapter 5

Summary: Pro-hero Dynamight hides his developing hearing loss from the public. He doesn’t want them or the villains to know about what he considers his only weakness. His family knows. His best friends know. And now you, the owner of his favorite little curry shop, know. You want to live a quiet life & to protect your son. The last thing you want is to draw attention to yourself. You hide your identity, you hide your scars, and you hide your quirk. And then Bakugou, Katsuki walks in one day with dried blood on his ears, and you can’t help but help him.

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Content Warning: This fic will contain mentions of past abuse from a “partner”, including sexual assault.

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In the golden glow of the late afternoon sun, Kouichi and Katsuki walk side by side. Their steps sync as they stroll side by side, your silhouette casting a gentle glow ahead, like a beacon guiding their path. Kouichi’s hands dance through the air with a graceful flurry of gestures—palms closing, then flinging open with a snap, his eyes aglow with endless curiosity. Meanwhile, Katsuki’s larger hands fumble, struggling to keep pace with the boy’s animated movements.

“Ever accidentally blown someone up?” Kouichi’s question hangs in the air, his hands brushing against his chest in a hesitant mimic of a heartbeat, fingers trembling before folding back. His gaze dips, then rises to meet Katsuki’s again.

“Yeah, happens sometimes,” Katsuki signs, hands rising a few inches, palms open. Echoes of singed collars, the acrid scent of burnt fabric, and a childhood friend’s laughter play behind his eyes. “Gotta be careful and have control.” His hands flutter gently, settling back down.

“How?” Kouichi’s brows shoot up, hands tracing a graceful arc in the air, fingers lingering. “Your quirk is so strong, so dangerous!” Awe flickers in his eyes as he tilts his head. Katsuki’s chest swells with a hint of pride, swiftly subdued by a wry smile. Kouichi’s innocence mirrors a younger version of himself, full of bravado and reckless curiosity.

“Training, kid,” Katsuki signs, tapping his forehead repeatedly. His hands spread open, facing forward, then push against an invisible force, arms slightly bent. Each motion conveys the sheer practice it took to control his quirk.

Katsuki tilts his head, brows raised in a silent question. “You? Got a strong quirk too?” His fingers splay briefly, then draw back, mirroring Kouichi’s earlier gesture.

Kouichi nods, his answer unspoken, hanging heavily in the air between them.

In the rhythmic hum of the laundromat, Katsuki’s imposing figure stands out against the serenity of the nearly empty space. Like a silent guardian, Kouichi claims his post before the churning waters, watching over your laundry. A playful sign from you directs him to keep an eye on the clothes as you drift toward a weathered bench, Katsuki following like a wolf shadowing a rabbit. The bench groans beneath his weight, his silent presence a reassuring anchor beside you.

His sharp, assessing gaze softens as it meets yours. “Didn’t expect you to have a kid,” his fingers sign, tapping his forehead twice, a hint of surprise lingering in the air. Even as he leans back, the tension in his shoulders refuses to fully unravel.

Your lips curve into a knowing smile. “Life’s full of surprises,” you chuckle, the vibration sending a comforting warmth through him. For a fleeting moment, he wishes to be even closer. A playful gleam enters your eyes. “How old do you think I am?” Your thumb and index finger meet, gliding straight down towards your stomach, a playful challenge dancing on your fingers.

Katsuki falters, caught between the unexpected jest and the truth shimmering in your smile. “Twenty-four,” he finally signs, hands forming the numbers, his gaze searching yours for the punchline.

The laugh that bubbles up from you seems to dance across his chest, a soft vibration against his skin. “Twenty-nine,” you confess, fingers shaping the numbers, your gaze meeting his with a playful tilt of your head. “A few years your senior, it seems,” you sign, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. Your fingers playfully count, then tap your forehead with a single finger, a silent challenge in your eyes.

The admission hangs in the air, a tangible presence filling the space between you. The washing machine’s steady thrumming echoes the beat of his suddenly racing heart. A few years? He chews on the words, surprised by the unexpected twist. It isn’t a vast difference, not to most, but in the whirlwind of emotions you provoke, it feels like a chasm.

“Really?” he manages, too shocked to use sign language, the word coming out a touch sharper than intended. The self-consciousness, that familiar foe, creeps up his neck, burning his cheeks. Is that disappointment he sees in your eyes or just a mirrored echo of his own surprise?

You lean in, a single strand of hair brushing the edge of his shoulder. His body shivers involuntarily at the warm breath against his ear and neck. “Not a bad thing, is it?” Your voice, a soft whisper against the machine’s hum, carries a hint of amusement. The warmth of your presence radiates against him, a comforting counterpoint to the cool bench.

“Not bad,” he echoes, his voice husky. “Just… unexpected.” The unspoken truth hangs heavy, a storm brewing behind his eyes. He’s not sure he’s ready to face it, let alone navigate the currents of attraction pulling him closer.

You pull back, creating a deliberate but gentle distance between you. The warmth that had enveloped him now dissipates, leaving a void filled with unspoken tension. In the quiet embrace of the laundromat’s hum, Katsuki allows the tide of his emotions to carry him, a question lingering on his tongue like an elusive catch. Curiosity and concern weave within him, creating a knot impossible to untangle.

“What about his dad?” he signs, fist-bumping his forehead twice before opening it in a silent query.

Your smile wavers, a fleeting tremor before steadying back into place. Katsuki’s gut tightens, sensing he has touched a delicate chord. “He’s not in the picture,” you respond, fist clutched near your chest, palm facing away. A swift flick sends it outward, like a discarded portrait beyond reach. Your brows furrow, a subtle head shake carrying the weight of unspoken words.

Katsuki swallows the apology forming on his tongue, aware of the pain swirling within you. He yearns to delve deeper, to inquire about Kouichi and you, but the storm cloud of your hurt lingers. Instead, he opts for silence, finding solace in the warmth pressed against his side. It seeps into the cracks of his unease, offering a shared refuge in the hushed ambiance of the laundromat.

His fingers itch with the desire to ask, the question a barbed hook caught in his throat. Torn between respecting your privacy and the burning need to understand, his hands finally articulate the words: “How did he lose his hearing?” he signs, fingers intertwining like vines seeking solace. His earnest gaze searches yours for an answer.

You pause, a flicker of something—guilt?—passing through your eyes. “He was born that way,” you sign, tracing a path from stomach to heart. “It was…hard.”

Katsuki’s gaze steadies on your hands, a familiar pang in his chest twisting in a different way. He comprehends the feeling of being outside the box, constantly challenging a world that demands conformity. In your eyes, he glimpses a rawness, a vulnerability that tugs at his rough exterior.

Aching to offer comfort, to utter a soothing word, he finds his tongue feeling clumsy, the words caught between pride and the newfound awareness of your fragility. Softness has never been his forte; he’s a bull in a China shop, built for explosions, not delicacy. Yet, an unfamiliar urge to shield someone from the world’s rough edges envelops him. Fumbling with it, he settles for a subtle shift closer, his presence a silent, rumbling reassurance. No words needed, just the weight of his frame, a shield against the world’s harsh edges.

“Kouichi seems… secretive about his quirk,” Katsuki signs, hands forming the familiar shape near his chest, brow furrowed in a mix of curiosity and concern. His gaze flickers to yours, a hint of protectiveness glinting beneath the usual fiery intensity. “What’s up with that?”

You sigh, a flicker of worry flitting across your face. “He’s had… difficulties,” you sign, your brows mirroring his furrow. One of your hands forms a fist, resting heavily on your chest. “There was an incident at his school.”

Katsuki felt the irritation bubble in his throat when he saw the look of frustration flit across your face. His brow furrowed, mirroring yours. The sharp edge of his posture softened as he leaned back, elbows finding purchase on the worn wood. “Incident?” he signed, the question still holding its edge, but his gaze holding a curious glint.

The air thickens with unspoken memories, a tangible presence you can almost taste. You take a deep breath, the scent of fabric softener doing little to mask the phantom smell of burnt flesh clinging to the edges of your mind. “His quirk…it just manifested,” you signed, hands mimicking the familiar shape for power near your chest. You lingered a beat longer than usual, the weight of the event hanging heavy in the air. A grimace played across your face, your gaze hardening for a fleeting moment before softening. “He can raise his body temperature. Like a furnace.” Your hands wrap around an invisible heat source near your chest, then your fingers spread outwards rapidly.

A jolt of realization struck Katsuki. The singed hand you’d tried to hide–it all clicked into place. “That’s why your hand…,” he began, his voice rough with concern, lines etching themselves into his face.

Your fingertips caress Katsuki’s lips, silencing him mid-sentence. The warmth of his breath dances across your skin, sending a tingling sensation down your spine. You hesitate, your hand hovering near his face, captured by the intensity of his gaze. Your heart races as you gulp and slowly withdraw your hand, allowing it to rest on your lap. His piercing eyes follow the movement, lingering on the bandage adorning your palm. The one he’d wrapped clumsily but carefully just a few nights ago, the one you haven’t bothered to change. It’s a mess, wrinkled, and slightly stained from the spices you’ve been handling.

His brow furrowed, and his jaw tightened, a storm brewing in his gaze. He reached out, his rough, calloused fingers hesitantly brushing against yours before firmly taking hold of your hand.

“What the hell,” he mutters, his voice rough but laced with something that feels like…care? He grabs your hand, his grip firm but gentle. “You still haven’t changed this?”

Your body instinctively recoils, muscles tensing and heart racing at the slightest indication of danger. A memory flashes before your eyes: rough hands gripping you tightly, a frigid gaze piercing into your very soul, a menacing voice whispering threats that still echo in your ears. It all disappears in an instant, but the fear lingers on like a heavy fog. Your throat tightens, stifling a scream that never escapes. Instead, a meek apology slips out of your trembling lips.

Katsuki’s body tenses, his fists clenching tightly as he feels his frustration melt away like wisps of smoke. His eyebrows knit together in a mixture of concern and confusion, the two emotions warring for dominance in his stormy gaze. As a hero, he knows this reaction all too well. It’s the response of someone who longs to flee but is paralyzed by fear. The response of a person who has tried to escape before and learned the harsh lesson that it’s safer to stay put.

He reels you back in, his voice softening. “Hey,” he murmurs, his thumb gently tracing the lines of the bandage, his gaze lingering on the tremor in your hand. “’Sokay, alright? Just…take care of yourself, yeah?” You feel a prickle of warmth, a mixture of guilt, and the unfamiliar comfort of his protectiveness.

His words wash over you, each syllable a soothing balm. It doesn’t erase the memory but pushes it back, a tide receding from a battered shore. His touch, gentle yet firm, feels like a grounding anchor, tethering you to the present where the air is warm and the hum of the washing machines a steady beat. You take a deep breath and force yourself to meet his gaze, the intensity of it almost overwhelming. The fear that had threatened to consume you recedes, replaced by a wave of relief so potent it makes your head spin. It’s like stepping out of a suffocating darkness into the unexpected glow of a red sun.

“Yeah. I’ll change it,” you promise, your voice soft but determined. It’s been so long since anyone has shown any concern for your well-being. So long since someone has offered their help expecting nothing in return. You can’t help but wonder why Katsuki is being so kind to you. Sure, he may have a rough exterior and a sharp tongue, but there’s something about him that makes your heart ache with an unexplainable longing. Katsuki’s concern feels like a forbidden oasis, a shimmering pool of hope beckoning you closer.

And just like that, his warmth suddenly feels reminiscent of a ghost—like a brand against your skin. Your fingers twitch against his grip, the urge to flee as strong as the fear that had consumed you moments ago. The cruel joke of the universe hangs heavy in your mind, a bitter taste on your tongue. Why him? Why now? Why offer you this unexpected kindness, only to remind you of what you can never have? You inch your hand back, drawing a thin line of space between you and him. The worn bandage scrapes against his calloused thumb.

Katsuki senses the shift, his sharp gaze darting from your retreating hand to your now-averted face. A quiet tension hangs in the air between you, a palpable unease that he can almost taste on his tongue. A silent conversation plays out in the furrow of his brow, his hero instincts battling with the unspoken fragility he sees in your posture. He knows prying wouldn’t help, not yet. A sense of powerlessness grips his heart as he imagines you bearing this unseen weight all on your own. His hero instincts scream at him to protect you from the unknown source of your panic. He huffs quietly, frustrated at his own inability. That seems to be the trend these days, he thinks bitterly. Unable to hear, unable to be a hero, unable to help anyone around him. He’s become so damn useless, and it eats away at him like a festering wound.

His eyes trace the delicate curve of your profile, taking in the subtle changes—your eyes now lighter, fixed on Kouichi as he leans against the porthole of the washing machine. Your words from a few days ago echo in his head: “You’re Dynamight, the goddamn explosion hero. I’ve seen you blast through villains on TV. And no matter how bad things look, you always pull through, right?” His cheeks warm. He huffs again, but this time, it’s a defiant puff. A consequence of the determination bubbling up his gut. He squares his shoulders, the frustration morphing into a quiet resolve. He knows pushing you won’t help. He needs to find another way.

“Maybe I can help.” The words tumble out of Katsuki’s mouth before he has time to process it. He hadn’t meant to say it, not yet. The impulse, fueled by a potent mix of hero instincts and a strange, unfamiliar warmth towards you, simply overrides his usual caution. You turn your head, a sliver of surprise cracking through your curious expression.

Katsuki’s heart catches in his throat for a second. He’s not used to this—not used to the way you look at him with bright expectant eyes like you truly believe he could level mountains and tame storms if he sets his mind to it. He wasn’t used to the way his breath hitches when your eyes meet his, igniting a flicker of something dangerous and unfamiliar in his chest. He wasn’t used to feeling this vulnerable, so desperately in need of proving his worth, this damn human.

He signs, his fingers tracing the familiar symbols against his chest, a desperate attempt to ground himself. “I know our quirks are different,” he gestures between Kouichi and himself. “But I’ve wrestled with a powerhouse quirk myself for a while now,” he continues, his voice gruffer than usual.

You blink repeatedly, shock clear across your face. His confident gaze holds yours in place. “Besides, I’m kinda free for the foreseeable future.” With a relaxed shrug, his hands open and brush downwards. “Got nothing better to do.”

Hope blooms on your face, a delicate flower unfurling in the sun that makes Katsuki’s insides light on fire. “Really? Are you sure?” your hands sign, trembling slightly with disbelief. Your brows shoot up, mirroring the question mark your fingers form near your chin. Your hands repeat the sign for power, mimicking Katsuki’s, lingering on it a beat longer than necessary.

“I couldn’t possibly repay you,” you sign, hands open and palms up near your chest, fingers spread.

Katsuki scoffs, dismissing the notion with a careless wave. “You still owe me some curry,” he signs, a mischievous glint in his eyes. His fingers tap the palm of his hand twice, a smirk dancing on his lips.

A blush creeps up your cheeks at the unintentional implication given the sign name he gave you. “Curry on the house, forever, if you can help Kouichi,” you sign, fingers shoveling imaginary food into your mouth before tapping your chest twice. A radiant smile blossoms on your face, catching Katsuki off guard. He’s sure his face is on fire now.

Standing up as the machines finish their cycle, Katsuki feels a phantom warmth press against his side, a lingering reminder of your absence. He glances towards the washers, a flicker of loneliness crossing his face before you return, your smile radiating excitement that crackles through the air.

“Guess what?” you sign, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “Kouichi wants you to come see something.” Your hands mime holding an unseen object and thrust it playfully towards him, an unspoken invitation to share in Kouichi’s secret discovery.

Katsuki joins Kouichi, who bursts into an enthusiastic explanation of his love for the laundromat. “I like the way the machines vibrate!” he signs, forming the sign for a “washing machine” and mimicking a gentle shaking motion. His eyes sparkle with wonder, the hum of the machines his personal symphony.

Katsuki, though unfamiliar with the sign, easily catches his drift. He can hear the low rumble, but a pang of nostalgia tugs at him. He used to hear the water sloshing inside, too, a memory from a life that feels like a lifetime ago.

Kouichi glances at you, then back at Katsuki, urgency flashing in his eyes. He signs rapidly, shielding his movements from your sight. “Please don’t tell Mom what I’m going to ask.” His right palm pressed flat against closed lips, then quickly flicked down and away, fingers snapping open. Katsuki, sharp as ever, sees the cleverness in his plea.

“Sure,” Katsuki signs, a relaxed confidence in his posture. “Ask away.”

The hum of the machines fills the silence, a comfortable rhythm that underscores their budding understanding. Katsuki looks at Kouichi, his powerful quirk a hidden force within, then at you, offering a soft smile as you watch them from the bench. He takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts.

Kouichi leans in, his next question breaking the quiet. “Mom said not to ask about your hearing, but…” He signs, fingers brushing across his lips, then miming zipping a zipper shut across his chest. “Can I still be a strong hero like you, even though I’m deaf?” His hopeful eyes plead for validation, his vulnerability raw and exposed.

The question strikes a chord deep within Katsuki, stirring memories of his own struggles with insecurity. He nods slowly, the gesture heavy with meaning. “A badass hero doesn’t let something like that stop him from kicking ass.” His dominant hand forms a fist, then explodes open, fingers spread wide, mimicking his signature explosive power. He repeats the movement, each strike a testament to his conviction.

Kouichi’s face explodes with joy, his eyes mirroring the admiration Katsuki usually sees directed at heroes like Deku. Only this time, it’s for him.

The intensity in his eyes holds Katsuki’s attention. Surprise flickers across his face, genuine and unexpected. He sees a reflection of himself in Kouichi’s unwavering determination, a boy bursting with the same youthful fire that once burned within him.

A playful glint sparks in Katsuki’s eyes as he signs, “Like me, huh?” His eyebrows rise, curiosity mirrored in his hands that rise in unison, palm to palm. “Then you better train hard.” He throws a fist forward, fingers snapping open like a detonation.

“Dynamight,” Kouichi signs, his eyes blazing with ambition, “I’m gonna be even better than you!” His hands explode outwards, mimicking blasts even greater than Katsuki’s, a silent promise carried in the air.

A surprised laugh bursts from Katsuki, echoing through the laundromat. The audacity takes him off guard, reminiscent of his own brash younger self. But beneath Kouichi’s confidence, he sees a quiet strength, a determination that resonates even in the silence.

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mackenziebrooks · 11 months

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Bakugou would be the type of boyfriend that when he’s away on a mission, he video chats you so he can watch you play with yourself for his enjoyment because he misses getting to fuck you. Occasionally he’ll be mean and still make sure you cum when he wants you to.

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kimchikrust · 11 months

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YOOOO my heart can't take it!!!😭😭 That Bkg angst where reader has her last fight!!! I need a fake part two where he wakes up and its all a dream!!! Please for the weak pussy ass btch's like me!!!😭😭😭😭

I love your content btw definitely deserves more attention❤

this is OVERDUE, but better late than never. original concept NOT BETA'D lol She's a Fairytale

“Are you alright?”

Katsuki can’t tell if he’s still dreaming. You’re staring at him with worry, but he’s nervous to breathe. He’s scared any moment you’ll disappear. If he so much as closes his eyes, he’ll open them to an empty ceiling.

“Is this real?” His voice is weak from sleep, and his hand shakes when he reaches for yours that rest on his arm. Relief washes over your features, and a soft huff escapes your lips.

“Did you have another nightmare?” You’re whispering so close to his face, but your voice echoes in his head. You sound so real. You sound like you’re here with him. “Katsuki, it’s okay. You’re at home.”

His grip around your fingers tightens as he dares to tear his eyes away to look over his surroundings.

Everything looks the same from before your funeral. If that was even real, Katsuki thinks, feeling his heart racing in his throat. Your pictures are still hanging over the vanity in the corner, where all your makeup is scattered in a mess, and your hero uniforms are poking out of the open closet.

“Hey, you’re okay,” you soothe, and Katsuki feels your hand snake under his arm and presses against his chest, hugging yourself against his back. Your lips trace over his shoulder as you gently kiss his skin. “Do you want to talk about it?”

It feels surreal when Katsuki turns over to face you. He takes it slow, wary of breaking the mirage if it turns out to be a sick trick his mind conjured in his grief. Your arms remain wrapped around his torso, and he soaks up your body heat against him.

“I love you so much,” he murmurs, keeping his voice from cracking as he pulls your head into the divot of his neck. Katsuki holds his lips against your hair, ignoring the nauseating fear in his stomach as he takes in your natural scent. “God, I fucking love you.”

You’re giggling softly against him, making him hold you tighter.

Please let this be real. I’m begging. Please.

“I love you too, honey,” you mumble, and your breath tickles his bare skin. “I take it, you don’t want to talk about it.”

A shiver runs through Katsuki as he thinks back on your funeral, and coming home without you, and going to sleep in an empty bed. He shakes his head.

“Still making sure this isn’t all in my head,” he somberly confesses. “I’d do anything to keep you with me.”

He feels you pull away, and his hands find their way against your face as you look up at him. It doesn’t feel real. It feels too good.

Katsuki tries to swallow his grief, but it burns hot behind his eyes, and he can’t stop the tears from slipping across his face and tickling his ear. Your brows furrow with reignited concern, and you’re cooing at him.

“Oh, my love,” you whisper, squeezing the underside of his arms. “Gimme a kiss, baby.”

Katsuki lets you lean in and press your lips against his, and it feels like he can finally breathe. His head is spinning from the rush, and whatever weight in his chest is released. He feels you squeal when he pulls you closer and tilts your face so he can kiss you harder. When did he last do this?

A sudden pain blooms on his bottom lip, forcing him to pull away. You’re giggling in that lovesick way he would make fun of you for, but tonight, it’s angelic.

“The fuck was that for,” he murmurs, licking at the inside of his lip where you bit him.

“Is that enough proof that this is real?” The palm of your hand rests on his heart, and he holds you there. He doesn’t answer as he finally lets himself relax against you. Katsuki knows there’s no chance of him sleeping for the rest of the night, but he doesn’t care. He’ll spend the rest of the night running his hands over your body to convince himself you’re here with him. And he’ll spend the rest of his life making sure you don’t go anywhere else.

“Yeah, baby. You’ve convinced me.”

hope you liked it <3

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http-tokki · 2 years

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Happy birthday, pretty girl

~ bakugou katsuki x fem!reader ~ tags/cw: aged up bakugou, time skip to when everyone is pro heroes, fluff, friends to lovers, deadbeat boyfriend, explicit language, katsuki outdoing ur stupid boyfriend, toxic relationships, y/n is written as honey (that's ur name cause I hate reading y/n) ~ wc: 2.8k

A bouquet.

A $350 bouquet had been the catalyst to the end of your relationship.

The break-up had not come out of the blue. Resentment had been building for months now with endless bickering and sniping, fights over Instagram likes and hidden accounts, your ex’s inability to hold down a stable job for longer than a month and when he was let go from his last job a few months ago, the lack of effort at finding a new job, which in turn left you to pick up the slack with the rent and bills. It hadn’t been like that in the beginning; no failed relationship ever is, but as the months rolled into years, what was once cute ineptitude at basic life skills morphed into weaponised incompetence that had you acting as mother and girlfriend for the twenty-something-year-old man child. If only you could go back in time and warn your former self of the absolute hell waiting for you at the end of the road.

A different form of bitterness seeped into your relationship this past month. A monstrous animosity had taken up residence in the chests of both you and him, causing a fight like no other and all because you were inviting your childhood best friend to your upcoming birthday dinner. Your ex had spotted the name Bakugou Katsuki on the list of guests and scoffed, muttering displeasure under his breath. A few back-and-forth quips rolled into a screaming match that had ended when you laughed out your final killing blow.

“You can either suck it up and come to my, your girlfriend’s, birthday dinner or sit at home and mope around. It’s your choice, but make up your mind before I book so I know if I’m paying for you or not.”

It had been a tad cruel of you to add the last part, but you were growing tired of having to cover his half of the bill at dinner and skip out on outings with friends because he didn’t want to look cheap and have you pay, so your insult was justified its own brutal way.

You sent out the invitation texts the next day to your close friends and their partners. RSVPs flooded your inbox within half an hour. All, except for two who had work engagements overseas, eagerly agreed to the dinner with feverish excitement. All but one. The loser that was your boyfriend sent a thumbs-up reaction to your message in the group chat, which he the. promptly left.

Katsuki, however, had called you the second he saw the short message.

“I’ll be there; I just might be a bit late ’cause I’ve got that TV gig that afternoon.” He sighed into the phone, and you could practically see the scowl forming at the idea of being late to an event. “Actually, let me see if I can move it around.”

“‘Suki, no. Just come afterwards, please. Don’t move anything,” you pleaded, dropping the stack of papers you had organised a few minutes prior. “If you need to miss it, it’s okay.” you added lightly, disappointment evident in your voice despite your best efforts.

“Hey, I said I’d be there, didn’t it? I just might be late,” Bakugou assured you, tone stern to avoid further protests from you. “What’s the name of the booking under anyway?”

“Mine, why?” your brows furrowed in suspicion.

“Just wondering.” He replied with a tone far too casual for him.

Gasping at the sudden realisation, you shouted down the receiver. “Katsuki, if you even think about putting your card down as payment, you’re-“

“Ohh wow, would you look at that, call waiting! I’ll call you later; text me when you’re at work.”

Your boyfriend is the ninth person to arrive at dinner. After kicking him out for the evening before your reservation time, wanting to have time with the girls to relax and debrief the situation of your current partner. The girls were never fans, Mina going as far as to add him to her own personal hit list should he ever commit a minor law infraction, and his continued behaviour just added to their growing disdain. It didn’t help that you were growing to loathe him too. The loser arrived well beyond the appropriate amount of time to be late without an excuse or text and just strolled in without acknowledging the hostess, who smiled and offered to guide him to the table.

Ick.

“Is he wearing-?” Mina whispers, sliding up next to you to stare at your underdressed boyfriend.

“Yep. He’s wearing track pants.” You confirm as you spot the familiar print across the left leg and the slouched cut of the sweat.

“Is he for real?” Jiro’s voice comes for your left, looping her arm through yours.

You frown at the lack of effort and complete disregard for the dress code, but that small part of you screams in vindication at his disinterest. He strolls to you with the confidence garnered only from the current lack of Bakugou and presses his cheek to yours in a polite kiss. He would have gone in for a side hug, but your two friends were unmoving from their positions.

“You’re late.” You mutter, tone entirely indifferent.

“Yeah, well, traffic” is the excuse given, and a poorly made bouquet is shoved at you before he walks away. Jiro reaches out and grabs the flowers with one hand, tossing them at the present table.

The frown you have deepens. Blue chrysanthemums and white roses wrapped in what appears to be yesterday’s newspaper. No card or note, just flowers in colours you despise. He had to be doing this purposefully, giving you another reason to fight with him and pull the plug on this trainwreck. The three of you watch as he makes the rounds, and your frown grows into something that can only be labelled as repulsion. God, you need to end this. Everything about him is giving you the ick. Your mind wonders about the breakdown of your relationship and how to do it, how to get out of tonight a single woman and – Kirishima’s voice disrupts your daydreams.

Eijiro greets Bakugou first. Spotting the blonde as he steps into the restaurant, he calls out to his best friend with a loud Hey! You look up and see your best friend standing in the entryway to the restaurant, strong arms full of the most beautiful bouquet you have ever seen. Pink and purple hydrangeas spill over the lilac wrapping paper, adorned with baby’s breath and pastel tulips, stalks of greenery, and there was even a hint of jasmine bordering the main bulk of the blooms. Your heart squeezes. He had gotten all your favourites despite most of them being out of season and insanely hard to acquire. You hear shuffling from the far end of the table, but pay it no mind as Katsuki saunters towards you. He had followed the theme, dressed in a suit and tie with his hair combed down in a slicked-back style that accentuates the sharp lines that make up his face. The suit was snug but not small, fitting his muscles and broad shoulders just right in a way that made your stomach twist. Heat blooms across your face, and you squeeze the hand that is now in yours.

“Can you fuck him already, please?” Mina teases, squeezing your hand back.

“I’m working on it.” You whisper back as a joke despite the obvious heat filling your body.

The girls laugh beside you. “oh, she’s working on it,” Jiro echoes your confession, snickering as Mina makes a lewd gesture.

“She’s working on what?” Katsuki asks as he reaches the three of you. “Hi.” His greeting is solely to you.

“Hi.” You parrot, feeling the girls leave your side in exchange for Bakugou’s arms.

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you right up against his toned body and squeezes. You’re lifted from the floor, hauled into the air and spun as soft laughs leave you, and for a moment, it is only the two of you.

You’re lowered back to the ground, arms still wrapped around each other as he whispers his congratulations. “Happy birthday, pretty girl.” A kiss is pressed to your cheek, and you feel lightheaded.

Cold air fills the space once occupied by him as he pulls back, reaching down to grab the bouquet he had placed on the table and shows you the arrangement.

“Pink and purple hydrangeas,” he announces just loud enough to be heard by your boyfriend sitting a few seats down. “And tickets to the flower festival next month. You can take him, but I’m also free that weekend, and I have a car…” his words trail off at the obvious jab at your car-less partner. “I also put my card down as payment, so go wild, okay?”

“‘Suki.” you reprimand in a breathy giggle, having already been through this with him via text, but you can’t help but swoon at his chivalry.

“It’s your birthday, angel. I can’t have you paying for it.” You blush again at the pet name but frown up at him nonetheless.

Bakugou smiles back and presses another kiss to the top of your head before pulling away to greet everyone else.

“I seriously thought you were about to kiss him just then.” Jiro snickers, reappearing at your side the second you’re alone.

“I seriously did, too.”

It is a small dinner. Only a handful of your close friends and their partners but all the people you know and care for, and they you, so when your cake is brought out, and the songs are sung, you feel loved, and that love is continued through dessert as the game Whispers from Heaven begins.

Jiro and Mina gush about your undivided love and loyalty; Denki smiles and recalls your generosity and patience during the afternoon you had helped him through math homework (and he swore his eternal oath to you from that day on); Kiri tears up at the mention of his emo days and how you had been his friend even when he looked like a My Chemical Romance extra; Momo praising your loving and unjudgmental heart, Sero gifting you the title of World’s Best Mom despite having no actual children but the care and devotion you had shown to your friend group earned you many a mother’s day present and Bakugou toasting your entire being for you had been his friend since middle school and stuck by him through all the happened during UA and the subsequent years, how you had been a rock in his life and every year had been a blessing and he wished for many more to come. Zuku and Ochaco had written their whispers in via text (a mission had taken them away from your dinner ), and their words had been just as sweet.

You were tearing up as everyone gushed about you, wiping at your eyes before they could even fall, but as your boyfriend’s turn came, the air shifted.

“Uhh, she is….” He stammers, nervously looking around the table at your friends, all waiting for his answer.

In theory, he should have the best point. He is your boyfriend, after all, two years shared together, but as he sits there, floundering like a fish with his mouth opening and closing, you feel your patience start to snap. Maybe you were going to break it off tonight. The guilt of leaving him potentially homeless and broke had been keeping you around for months, and you think he knows that, and that’s why he hadn’t gotten a job or made any move to progress his life.

Are you about to be free and single again? Is he about to seal his fate of living out of his parent’s garage? Part of you hopes yes; is desperate to say goodbye to the soul and money-sucking leech that had been attached to you for months now, but part of you feels bad for him.

“Ohh! I’ve got it!” he announces, holding his glass of wine in the air in a toast.

You hold your breath, unaware of what his answer is going to be.

“She has a really good ass. So hot,” he laughs and tips his glass to the sky, “the back shots are fucking amazing.”

Your jaw slackens at this confession.

There is a chorus of gasps and snorts of astonishment as your group comes to terms with what has just been said. Jiro slaps her hand over her mouth as both Momo and Mina’s head whip towards her, eyes wide and brows raised. Denki blushes red but hides it behind his hands; Sero and Kiri are staring at Bakugou, who is glaring at your boyfriend.

“What?” Katsuki asks, tilting his head in confusion.

Your boyfriend bristles. “I was put on the spot.”

There is a beat of silence as everyone comes to terms with what has just been said.

Bakugou shakes his head and gently returns the wine glass to the table, quiet rage simmering in his eyes. His gaze flicks to you in awaiting permission, and when you tilt your head approving of whatever it is he is about to do, he smiles and turns his fangs towards your boyfriend.

“Get up.” the order is soft, as not to make a scene, but there is a promise of violence in his tone.

Your boyfriend makes no move to stand, so Katsuki repeats his order. When there is still no movement from the slug sitting across from him, Bakugou stands with a grace only acquired after years of training to win fights and reclasps the buttons of his jacket, ever the gentleman. Each step towards your boyfriend is fuelled by hate and indignation, and when he finally reaches him, Katsuki grips him by the scruff of the neck, much like a father does to their young son.

“You need to get up and leave before I take you outside.” Katsuki seethes, bending down to your boyfriend’s level.

“You-no-I..” your boyfriend scrambles, face blanching at the pro-hero before him.

“Nuh uh, I don’t want to hear anything from you.” The hand on your boyfriend’s neck tightens. “Get up and go home, pack your shit and leave. I don’t care where you go, but by the time Honey and I get home, you will be gone because I can make people like you disappear in a second, yeah?”

Your boyfriend looks around at the table, hoping to find sympathy from the other heroes, but none comes. “I’m going to tell everyone you’re threatening me; you can’t do this!”

“I’m not doing anything, and everyone here has seen me ask you to leave nicely; I’m even offering to get you an Uber since I know you don’t drive.”

A chorus of acknowledgement of Bakugou’s charity rises from the table. You bite down on your cheeks to stop the smile tugging at your lips as you watch your now ex-boyfriend scramble for his coat, dread dragging down each movement. He turns to you, brows furrowed in fear and confusion, hoping to find comfort in someone he had disrespected time and time again, but instead, you just beam and bid him goodbye.

“Are you really gonna call him an Uber?” Denki pipes up.

Katsuki scoffs. “No, he can walk home.”

“What are ya’ working on?” Katsuki asks from beside you as you sit on the curb outside your apartment building.

You had pulled up ten minutes ago but opted to stay out and talk, enjoying the warm spring breeze.

“Huh?” you turn to face your best friend.

“When I turned up, you and the girls were talking about you workin’ on something. Is there something at work or?”

You blush at the question.

“Ahh, well, I’m-“you grin. “Well, I’m working on you.” Your confession falls from your mouth before your brain can process it.

“Me?” Bakugou’s brows stitch together.

“yeah, I’m working on not killing you for paying for dinner and shit like that.” You rush to lie in order to cover your confession. “You always do that after I-“

Katsuki’s hands grabbing your cheeks stop your rambling, and then his lips are on yours. He cups your face with a gentleness unknown to you, finger hooking under your jaw to tilt your chin up as he kisses you. You melt into his mouth, opening as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip. Breathing becomes difficult as your hands grab at his waist, desperate to close the distance between your bodies, but he pulls back and leans his forehead against yours.

“You’re such a bad liar, you know that?” his breathing is ragged.

“I was hoping you didn’t catch on to that, but I’m so glad you did.”

~ a/n: NOT PROOFREAD! goes a long with this. x ( just another lil drabble about how my ex was a piece of shit and for my birthday got me the flowers I hate. but then on valentine’s day my friend got me a bouquet of my favourite flowers so it couldn’t have been that hard, right) updated version 2.0

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berrieren · 11 months

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currently thinking about how katsuki would be the most eye capturing guy… just imagine like you’re in a cafe and he just comes in with an oversized sweatset and like his big water bottle and a bag over his shoulders. he looks like a guy who wears glasses and omg i would be dead. AND HE WOULDN’T GET BLACK COFFEE LIKE SOME DUDES HE WOULD GET A SWEET CARAMEL LATTE WITH WHIPPED CREAM!!!! and when he starts doing his work you realized you literally spent all this time staring at him :(( and you didn’t do the work you came to do :((((( AND OMG IMAGINE IF HE LOOKS UP AND CATCHES U STARING. and you think he’s gonna be weirded out but then you see him look down with a lil smirk :O okay i need help now

#mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #katsuberrie #bakugo katuski x reader #katsuki imagine #did i just make this post cuz i didn’t do my work jn at the cafe?#yes #i have a test in two days #rip

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missyaess · 1 year

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Maybe Meant To Be - Fake Dating - pt.1

pt.2 pt.3

Katsuki bakugo x Jealous Reader x Midoriya Izuku

You were all training together when the familiar uncomfortable feeling made its way in your stomach.Uraraka was a great friend of yours,always has been.Still,you couldn’t help but get angry at the way she was standing so close to your crush during sparring.Especially with the way you knew she used to have a crush on him for a few months at the start of the year.You knew it was childish so you never said it out loud,but you didn’t need to with the way you were staring daggers at the poor girl.Noticing this,Mina put a hand on your shoulder.

-Uh oh, we might find a certain floaty girl murdered tonight in her bed.

At this you scoffed and removed her hand from your shoulder.

-Stop it.

You weren’t mad at Mina,she was just trying to help.But you were so on edge you could just blow up any minute.You’ve been staring too long that Uraraka noticed you and she smiled nervously with a hand on her neck.You smiled back but dropped it instantly as she removed her gaze from yours.You honestly felt horrible but still couldn’t help it.

-I honestly don’t get you two.

Mina said as she gestured between you and Bakugo who was uncharacteristically laughing at something Uraraka said.You huffed and averted your gaze to Mina.

-What do you mean?

She laughed and pulled you closer as you two started walking away from the scene to somewhere more secluded.

-You two are always competing yet somehow you have a soft spot for each other.

You blushed and smiled at her comment.That was true and you loved your relationship the way it was.You both challenged and brought out the best in each other.You studied and fought harder just to beat Bakugo.

You were smiling to yourself when you heard a laughter and you found yourself brought back to reality.Uraraka was laughing at something Bakugo said like he was the funniest guy alive.A scowl started to form on your face.

-Hey Y/N!

You didn’t even notice Midoriya approach you two.He waved a hand in front of your face to break you out of your trance and smiled kindly.That’s what you loved about Izuku Midoriya,he had the kindest smile.

-Hi Izuku.You done for the day?

-Yeah, i was wondering if you guys wanted to study together for the test coming up.

As you talked about the upcoming tests and exams and more school stuff,you forgot all about Bakugo and Uraraka.You were thankful to Midoriya for the distraction.

-Okay,I’ll see you later then.

As Midoriya left with that,Aizawa announced that the training session was over.You all went to your dorms and after you took a shower you lied down on your bed,scrolling through your phone.That’s when you saw it.

Uraraka had posted a picture of your crush with the caption ‘best teammate!!’and he was smiling in the picture.He was smiling?He didn’t usually smile to his friends.You couldn’t help the growing feeling of jealousy in your stomach.Your heart dropped when you saw Bakugo liked it.This was it.They were going to date and you would die alone.Oh god,why was this happening to you?Tears started forming in your eyes but you blinked them away.You weren’t going to cry because of something like this.You just needed a distraction.As you were about to call Mina she called you first.

-Y/N DID YOU SEE WHAT URARAKA POST-

-Yeah I did,don’t remind me please.

-Girl are you okay?I can come over if you want.

-Actually that would be great,thanks.

You hung up and as you waited for Mina,you opened up the post again.Were they dating?Did Uraraka confess and he returned his feelings?You hoped this was just their way of showing their friendship and nothing more.As you were lost in thought someone knocked on your door.Thank god Mina’s finally here.

You jumped out your bed and went to open the door.When you opened the door it was not who you were expecting.

-Midoriya?What are you doing here?

The shy boy scratched his neck.

-I needed to talk to you.

-Oh,is there something wrong?

-Well,kinda.

He mumbled something’s to himself while you invited him by stepping away.Sitting on your bed you invited him near you.

-Look,I kinda noticed the way you look at and act around Kacchan and I think you like him.

You were full on panicking mode.If the most oblivious boy ever knew,everybody could figure it out!Were you that obvious?

-I-I don’t know what you’re talking about I don’t-

-It’s fine!I like Uraraka-chan.

He cut you off uncharacteristically.You were shocked at his confession.Of course you noticed,but why was he saying these things to you?

-Oh…I’m confused Midoriya.

-I’m sure you saw the post she posted…With Kacchan.

-Yeah…Are you okay?

-Same as you I guess…No.

You both stayed in awkward silence for a while before there was another knock on your door.

-Oh,were you expecting someone?

-It’s just Mina.You can stay if you want.

-If it’s not a problem I’d like to stay.

He smiled and your heart warmed at his smile.He was such a sweet boy.

As you both filled Mina in on everything,she had this mischievous smirk on her face.

-Why are you so happy about our tragedy again?

You asked as Mina put her arm around you.

-Because, my dear friend, I have an idea.That involves the both of you,Uraraka-Chan And Bakugo.

Midoriya and you looked at each other before looking back at Mina.

-What is it?

-You two should date each other.

-WHAT?

You both said in unison,Midoriya getting redder by the second.You were not much better.

-Not like that dummies!Fake dating,to get Bakugo and Uraraka jealous!

-But…would that work?

Midoriya’s question surprised you.Was he really willing to do this?Then again,weren’t you?What did you have to lose?

-Look,I think they both have a thing for you but I don’t know what’s going on between them either.Let’s try this and find out,plus wouldn’t it be fun?

You talked about the plan for an hour before Mina decided it was time for her to leave and you were left alone with Midoriya.

-So…we’re really doing this huh?

You asked to break the silence.

-Yeah…You want to right?

-Of course!Even if it fails we won’t lose anything.Right?

-Yes,of course.

Midoriya got up slowly clearing his throat.

-I better leave too.See you tomorrow.

-Yeah,see you.

You knew what Midoriya said meant more than I’ll see you tomorrow in class.It meant we’ll be dating from now on.And you were really excited to see how things would play out.

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vampyrsm · 2 years

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So I’m imagining saying something so incredibly dumb to Bakugou he’s just baffled for a moment. Like he has no idea how your brain works, or how you jumped to that conclusion in the split second you saw something on your phone.

Like you’re both laid together in bed, it’s late at night and you’re both winding down for the night before heading to sleep. He’s next to you on his own phone, texting back and forth with Kirishima about their shifts tomorrow, you’re just next to him snuggled up in your blankets with just the light of your phone screen illuminating your face.

It’s peaceful for a little, small conversation but you’re both exhausted. Until you decide to speak, you’re furrowing your eyebrows with a “What? They use real sausage dogs to make this?” and he’s just raising an eyebrow, eyeing your phone when you present the apparent thing made out of sausage dogs. And he reads the title ‘Green Sausage Dog fleece, below is four new colours’. You take the phone back from him, “Like they use real sausage dogs to line these things?”

And it’s silent as he stares at you, you seem so concerned as you stared at the screen. Then he laughs, loud and it shakes you from your spot on the bed with a snap of your head looking up at him. “No, where the fuck did you get that idea from?” and you’re just even more confused, and a little offended that he’s laughing at your concern.

“What? They’re literally advertising that they use dogs—”

“Baby, read it again.” he insists, eyes going back to his own screen.

It takes a few moments, you reading through the sentence again until it clicks.

Oh. They meant the pattern of the fleece, not that it was lined with dogs.

Bakugou laughs again at your silence, leaning over to kiss your forehead when you bury yourself further under the blankets in embarrassment. “What would you do without me, huh?” he snickers a little at your whine of protest, hands half-heartedly pushing against his chest to get him away, but he continues to layer kiss upon kiss against your forehead until you relent.

(this is based on a very real conversation i just had, me being the one who thought a fleece was lined with sausage dogs 😭)

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugo katsuki imagine #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki fluff #katsuki imagine

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kittywritessmut · 2 years

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Don’t cry princess - Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader

Entails: porn with a bit of plot, jealousy, sex, heavy making out, confusion, rough sex, man handling, cream pie, profanities, use of nicknames (princess, daddy, whore and slut).

Your pov:

You sat in a circle, surrounded by fellow members of the bakusquad. Mina had her arms slung around your shoulder, Kaminari was failing at an arm wrestle against Sero and Kirishima and Bakugou were trying to fix dinner for you all.

“Hey (y/n)? Wanna play kmf?” Mina tilted her head and pulled you closer.

“What does that stand for?” You ask looking around at everyone.

“Kiss, marry, fuck” Mina says with a smirk.

“You guys are playing that? I wanna playyy” Kaminari whined massaging his arm.

“Sure, do you also wanna play Sero?” Mina asks with a chuckle situated at the end of her sentence.

“Of course, constantly beating Denki is you know, getting a bit to easy ha” Sero chuckles.

Kaminari shoots a dirty look at Sero, they both scoot closer to you and Mina.

“Alright, I’ll go first. (Y/n) kmf, Bakugou, Midoriya and um Todoroki?” Mina says with a smirk as she looks at you.

A blush covers your face, you scope out the surroundings making sure that Bakugou was out of the area.

“Um kiss Midoriya, marry um Todoroki and uh…” You look around “Fuck Bakugou..” You say cautiously with your eyes closed.

“The fuck did you say?” Your heart dropped to your stomach when you heard Bakugou’s voice.

You opened your eyes to see the angry blonde towering over you. Mina, Sero and Denki chuckled, covering their mouths to avoid being yelled at by the blonde.

“U-um..I..” You we’re stopped with the angry male yanking you upwards by your arm.

Bakugou pulled you into the bathroom, locking the door behind you both. He put both muscular arms next to your head, trapping you.

“The fuck did you say you’d do to me?” Bakugou snarled moving closer to you. His warm breath fanning your neck.

“I-I said I would um fuck you..” You looked away in embarrassment.

“And were you lying princess?” His crimson eyes looking deep into your soul.

You felt heat pooling in your sex, clenching your thighs together to create friction. Your face was a deep red and your breathing had become heavier.

“No it..it wasn’t a lie..Katsuki” You mumble looking away from him.

He pulls you to face him, his lips plastered in a shit eating grin. A soft dust of pink on his cheeks and a recognisable erection.

“That’s daddy to you princess, understand?” He brings his hands to your waist pulling your pelvis to him, rutting his erection against you.

You nod nervously and grip his shoulders with shaky hands.

“So princess, do you want daddy to fuck you?” Bakugou purrs and grabs your chin with one of his hands, tilting it towards his face.

“Y-yes please daddy” You whimper and part your lips slightly.

Katsuki chuckles and smashes his lips against yours. His tongue licks your lips, asking for permission. Once you part your lips, his tongue instantly explores every cavern of your mouth. His hands fumble on your jacket, quickly unzipping it. Only for him to find you in nothing but a crop top. Your pebbled nipples showing through the fabric.

“Fuckkkkk princess, no bra?” He groans, his pants tightening as he feels precum staining his boxers.

He moans and begins to need at your breasts. You let out a soft groan and begin to unbuckle his belt and then unzip his jeans. He chuckles and bites his lip. He then proceeds to lift up your (f/c) skirt. He lets out a loud gulp as he sees you wearing (f/c) panties.

“Fuck princess…holy fuck” He moans feeling his climax near, just from looking at you.

Your hands fly to your womanhood. Trying to cover up your dripping sex. He snarled at your hands covering you up, pulling them away.

“Princess you’re beautiful” He lets out a wonton moan and rubs himself through his boxers. A wet patch forming in his already stained boxers. You bit your lip and hook your fingers on the top of his boxers. With a light tug you pull them down, his dick slapping against his toned stomach, pre cum leaking down his tip. You observed his leaky mushroom tip and the serval veins pulsating on his thick dick. He hiked both of your legs onto his waist. He pecked your check before hiking both your legs up, placing them on his hip bone. His pulsating dick leaking with pre cum so close to your dripping sex.

“Princess- fuck- I need to put it in now” He groans sliding his dick between your slick folds. Both of your juices mixing together.

“B-but…daddy it’s too big” You tremble and dig your nails into his muscular shoulders.

He moaned rutting himself against your wet folds. You groaned as he rocked his tip against your clit.

“Fuck daddy…just put it in” You moan, slick starting to run down the curve of your ass.

Katsuki chuckled and pressed the tip against your dripping hole. With a snap of his hips. His dick was buried in your tight hole. Your gummy walls squeezing his dick. He sucks in a breath and tosses his head back. His dick settled at your cervix, his dick shaping the inside of your cunt. After a while he began to bottom out, his hips rutting into you like a dog in heat.

You were both covered in sweat, moaning like pornstars into each other’s mouths. His hand slid down to your clit, rubbing messy circles. You felt the coil in your stomach snap, tossing your head back. Your gummy walls milking his dick. You let out a string of moans and look into Katsuki lust blown crimson eyes.

“F-fuck tryna milk my dick huh? Want my cum inside you slut?” Katsuki snickers and picks up his pace.

You nod, to overstimulated to speak a word, all you could do was moan and grip his shoulders, leaving dents of your nails. Katsuki’s eyelids flutter and with a sharp snap of his hips, he came. His tip kissing your cervix, his cum filling you too the brim.

“Holy...holy fuck” Katsuki pants and slides out of you, cum dribbling down your leg.

He gets toilet paper and cleans the both of you up. He peppers kisses all over your face.

“How are you feeling princess?” Katsuki cups your cheeks, and he looks into your beautiful e/c eyes.

“Great..” You pant, a light chuckle at the end of the word. You lean into his hands.

You’re about to have a sweet kiss when a knock on the door startles you both.

“Guyssss I know you were fucking...I just really need to pee”

#bnha #bnha smut #mha #mha smut #denki #denki kaminari #kirishima eijiro #mha kirishima #mha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #mha oneshot #katsuki smut #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #katsuki x y/n #katsuki imagine #mha imagines

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mysteriesmuse · 1 year

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Don’t Touch Anything

thinking abt Katsuki’s bae getting their nails done

you’ve had a long week and so you’ve decided to go treat yourself and go get your nails done. Katsuki thinks this is a good little get away and reprieve for you from your college classes. - he’s already thinking in the happy wife, happy life mindset.

being a new sidekick in the pro hero business he already makes a pretty decent salary, definitely way more than your little tutoring job through the uni.

so Bakugous decided to pay for your nails himself. he just wired it directly into your account. No asking, or anything. He. Just. Does. It. 👏 it’ll make you happy and it makes him feel good for doing that for you. ———

But Katsuki didn’t realize how hard it would be for you to do everything now. As soon as you get home it’s like your hands suddenly don’t work. I mean, yeah, he has to open up a jar of jelly for you. THATS NORMAL

but as the day goes on you’re struggling to do everything. you’re using him or Siri to type out messages to all your friends. and he’s just wondering HOW OFTEN DO YOU EARPHONES AND PONYTAIL TALK??!

Got him leaning into your shoulder, hair tickling your collarbone before his dandelion looking head pops up, staring at Jirou’s message in the group chat with wide eyes. “oi babe. Can I go to this concert with you?” “mhmm if you wanna. Text Jirou.” his tongues sticking out as he types out his own message to your friends dynamite fast.

—— that afternoon he notes that your studying is punctuated by lots of curses and the sound of a pen clattering to the floor every few minutes.

Katsuki keeps his fists in his pockets as he routinely walks past your room to glance at your fine ass leaning to grab your pen. But the way you’re careening off to the side about to topple to the floor, has his hero instincts itching and his hands twitching. Idiot, always making his damn heart race. —— Katsuki also can’t help but snicker as you walk around the house tapping your nails on everything. “ahem babe I’m on a meeting right now”

seriously you’re not even trying to resist the asmr

———— But there’s also PERKS

katsuki is enamored with your bright smile as you look down at your nails. AND your wild hand gestures have also only gotten more dramatic!! Katsuki Bakugou in love with a little lady doing jazz hands. . . . his family and friends would have Never thought it

He is also lovin’ the way you keep posing with your hands on your insta. you got him beaming down at your account on patrol and at work. The coffee cup photos, the touching the barrettes, the golden hour pics with the hand splayed on the exposed collarbones. (Which he takes for you.) The photos you drag him into: grabbing his chin to press a chin onto the apple of his cheek, linking pinkies, making those ridiculous heart hands 🫶 that you and every other girl on the planet is obsessed with.

Got him shocked at the new way you walk past him, tapping across the tables and countertops. and before you breeze past him you comb your fingers through his hair.

HE NEEDS MORE and when Katsuki gets what he wants he’ll inclines his head and let out a hum that vibrates through the air particles between y’all. makes him moan and groan. and all the tension in his muscles melt away as he sinks into you. The tip of his nose nuzzling the inside of your breast as a warm sigh fans over your skin.

. . . so yeah he’s definitely going to let you get your nails done again

#mha fanfiction #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou headcanons #katsuki imagine #bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader #something about typing is impossible with acrylics 😩😭😂#sorry for the bad quality #I couldn’t bother to write coherently this time

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quitesins · 2 years

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hi!!! i love your bakugou stuff so much 💕 im not sure if you’re accepting request or anything like that but if you are would you be able to do something about his birthday since that’s coming up soon 🎂 ? it could be sfw or nsfw totally up to you!

Edit: well… it’s certainly not April anymore but heyyy 3 months after isn’t too late… right…

Edit: This was apart of a Bakugou birthday event I did!! I do not do requests!!

Bakugou Birthday Request

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Tags: Sfw, but suggestive/implicit [not smut doe], fem!reader, probably ooc, freestyling so mind the lack of direction, no edit no reread, just me against da world

No plot, just vibes, kinda like snapshots of what might seem like the most boring birthday ever but to Katsuki , a day with you? Best he could ever have.

There’s something strange going on. It’s too quiet, maybe even eerily silent. He’s always been attentive, but he doesn’t need to pay attention to know why he feels off. It’s you.

You’ve been distant. Not angrily, so he knows you aren’t mad, but you’ve been awfully secretive. Closing tabs as he enters the room, phone calls you take in private. Katsuki trusts you- he doesn’t think anything dramatic- but he knows you’re hiding something.

“Alright. Fuck is it?” Katsuki despite his own stubbornness- can also get impatient, and he was just about on his last straw. “What the hell have you been hiding from me.”

The mischievous glint in your eyes tells him your answer won’t be useful.

“Nothing at all.” You hum not looking back from the tea you were brewing. “What ever could you mean?” His grumbles accompany your giggles as you hand him a cup. “It’s a new blend, I think you’ll like it.”

You don’t stay to drink with him and he eyes you down, int ent on figuring out what the hell you’ve been up to.

While Katsuki is definitely not a stealth hero, his tendency to ‘accidentally’ listen in on conversations that don’t involve him- can come in useful sometimes. Like now, as he washes his cup, ears perked up in the direction of your shared room.

“Well of course he knows somethings up.”

Huh, so there is something going on.

“Just want it to be perfect this year.”

This year? It’s not your anniversary, he has that planned in advance. A celebration? No, the extras would have spammed the chat about something like that.

“Thanks for all your help. Make sure to keep quiet though! Not to ruin the surprise!”

Okay now he feels bad, whatever it is, it’s meant to be a secret.

However his guilt is short lived when you return to the kitchen, smirk plastered on your face. Oh he can feel the smugness of your grin, even when he turns away with a huff.

“Come on Kats’” You laugh as he half stomps away. “It’s nothing really!”

“You’re a liar, [Name]!” He shouts back, melodramatically. “A liar!”

Days have passed and although he tries to be petty, it’s hard to give you the silent treatment when he loves you so much. It still confuses him when you go off on your own, knowing how clingy you can be, but he doesn’t wish to argue.

But then suddenly it hits him.

His birthday is coming up.

Katsuki groans. Something different? All the secretive little calls and tabs closed too quick. Something meant to be a surprise? Don’t tell him it’s a party.

It isn’t that he hates it- he could never hate something from you- but he’s always preferred the peace, as much as it doesn’t always seem like it.

Each year- since he met you at least- he’s spent his birthdays quietly. Just with you, whatever you did, to enjoy each other’s presence. One birthday you had spent hiking, hand in hand as you reached your favourite spot and seated on the grass with your makeshift picnic. Another, the two of you spent the evening cruising through the hills, where the sounds of the city were far far away. One of his favourite birthdays, you both just sat together, going through greasy takeout, laughing about nothing in particular. With the jam packed schedule of a pro, these birthdays, no matter how simple, are perfect to him.

So he isn’t sure what to expect as the day approaches.

He wakes up to an empty bed, well not quite. Your blanket and pillow had been stuffed by him, almost boxing him in cozily. He snorts at your attempts to satiate his need for you. It’s the same thing he does with his rigorous routine of waking hours before you do. It’s still dark out, and he wonders how you’ve even managed to wake before him.

There’s humming, coming from the kitchen, and he can already smell the burning pancakes. He’s up before he even realises, making his way over to you. Katsuki knows you aren’t going to actually burn anything till it’s a hazard- or he hopes so at least- but he’d rather not take his chances.

When he sees you, you jump, startled, having been concentrating on pouring out the batter. It almost spills, but Katsuki’s already got his hand reached out to keep it stable.

“You- you’re meant to be asleep.” You frown.

“And let your burn our house down?” His eyebrow raises in jest. You just push him lightly in response.

He turns the stove down for you, flipping your half done pancake and placing it on the rest of the pile.

“‘M gonna go freshen up. Do not try make anymore.”

“Fine.” You say, exaggerated in reluctance. “Won’t touch a thing.”

He kisses your cheek before taking his leave. “That’s my girl.”

Breakfast goes by fast. The two of you eventually cooking together, despite Katsuki’s hesitance in letting you near the stove again. The day still feels normal, like all the birthdays before, but he still remains a little on edge.

Throughout the day, although it had been comfortable, he eyes you suspiciously. Which you return with you’re own faux glare of course.

“What are you planning…” He questions, as the two of you prepare for a small hike on a nearby trail.

“What? Me?” You gasp dramatically. “Not a thing.”

Of course he still doesn’t believe you, but ignores it. You kiss him before taking his hand and walking out together.

The trek is nice. The two of you reach the high of a hill, far from anyone else. He watches as the colours of the sun illuminate you prettily. How the trees seem to create a backdrop, for you to become the view.

“Want to take a picture? You know it would last longer.” You joke, posing slightly.

He brings himself closer, so you can feel the words he whispers. “Nah, I’d want to take so much more.”

When the two of you arrive back home, it’s with frantic hands and heavy breaths. Even through the shower you both share, it’s one where water falls to the floor, splashes against the walls. And when the two of you end, he kisses you once, twice, until you both have to pull away, before you start it all over again.

The day had already began to settle, by the time the two of you have made a bed of the sofas, sitting snug in each others arms. A movie plays, one that neither of you pay much attention to, already content. He thinks you might’ve fallen asleep, the way your breaths are soft, but you shuffle out of his grip and he gives you a look of confusion.

“I’ll be right back. Okay?” Ah right, he still hasn’t figured out what you’ve spent the last month giggling about. At least it can’t be a party, he thanks, but he still waits for your return with an eyebrow raised.

When you do return, it’s with something large and heavy in your arms. It’s wrapped, unmistakably by you.

“For me? Baby?” Katsuki doesn’t just have a flair on for the dramatics on the battlefield, in moments like this, he can tease too.

“Yes for you. Here.” He takes the large package from your hands, and places it in his lap as you shuffle back beside him.

The wrapping is gaudy, orange, like his hero colours, and with a black ribbon fastened loosely. It’s a little messy, but cute.

When he tears through the wrapping, he isn’t quite sure what it is. It’s a book, that much he can tell, with ‘DYNAMIGHT’ splayed across the cover. Still, it feels rather heavy for a simple notebook.

“Open it.” You look giddy urging him on.

He flips it open, the first page is on orange paper, with words he knows is in your handwriting. To Katsuki, it starts, a gift from me- he snorts at the vaguely familiar figure of you doodled onto the page— and all those who love you.

It’s a scrapbook. Created by you, and as it says, all those who love him.

The first pages are from his family, his mother having made sure to use the worst images she could find. Pictures of a baby Katsuki, in a sailor suit, an all might costume, even one where he’s dressed like a bunny for Easter. You giggle as he groans but he doesn’t seem to mind.

Further, there comes pages of Dynamight. The symbol of victory. News paper clippings, from his start up to his best moments, even the cut out of an article where he was compared to a popular Internet cat. Growing older, it’s been a journey in learning. All the lessons he’s learned through life and death, it lets him be proud of what he’s achieved, and with the way you squeeze at his shoulder, he knows you are too.

There’s even a few pages from the nerd, meticulously detailed as expected. There’s pictures of them as children, captions that go off on tangents underneath, and others of them as adults, side by side as pros. He sucks in a breath at the distinct gap between the two ages. But then, he spots the frayed image of their middle school graduation and smiles. Deku… he’s glad they are still friends.

The rest of the pages from friends are full of some of the worst and the best of his teenage years. He rolls his eyes at the abundance of gym shots on a page clearly made by Kirishima. Denki’s is full of pictures of Katsuki caught at unflattering angles, with memes stuck around. Sero’s is covered in Polaroids of the two of them, taped to the pages in criss cross patterns. Mina and Jirou seem to have joined in their efforts, for their page actually pops out when he opens it, playing a song him and Jirou used to listen to in high school. Even Half and half has a page, mostly of pictures Katsuki reluctantly agreed to, all with him in a scowl compared to Shouto’s polite smile. The rest of his former class comes together for a page of short and sweet- well mostly sweet- messages, wishing him a happy birthday.

He startles when he gets a page covered in a familiar signature- All Might’s signature. Katsuki looks back at you almost in disbelief. You’d only met All Might once, through Katsuki no less. So what connections did you have where you could get ahold of All Might for something like a craft project. You just raise your chin haughtily and laugh, telling him to keep going.

There’s pages from Best Jeanist, Aizawa, even a joint page of a few of the other teachers at U.A. All saying how proud they are of him, doting on how far he’s come- Aizawa adding on a ‘Don’t get too cocky though.’ at the end of his message.

Then he gets to your pages.

It’s decorated the way he immediately knows it’s you.

The pages are covered in pictures of the two of you. From dates, from selfies at home, even a few pictures of each other caught off guard. In your writing, it’s details he isn’t even sure he could remember.

One picture has you cuddled up with a bear that he won for you. Of course he had been nothing but proud of his win, until you insisted the bear looked exactly like him, and spent the rest of the evening cooing after the inanimate object. He is not jealous of the bear, he says, to this day.

Dressed to the nines, there’s a photo snatched straight from the tabloids. You both stand on a red carpet, from the first hero gala he took you to. He remembers nearly choking when he saw you all dolled up, tempted to cancel the evening and spend it just with you. You looked too excited though so he quelled that thought and showed you off to the world [of course, not without the promise that later that night, you’d be all his.]

Another picture is of the two of you much younger, maybe one of your first dates. Fresh out of school, he was a wide eyed sidekick working to make it big. He never expected he’d meet someone like you quick. And he never expected it would only take a few months for him to realise, you were the one.

He laughs at the little doodles scattered around the page. A few of him as Dynamight, some of the two of you holding hands, even a few scribbles of a suspiciously familiar looking bear. He flusters at the flood of compliments written at the end of sticker arrows pointing directly to him. Words like Handsome, Pretty and Strong.

Finally, he looks to see there’s a paragraph written at the bottom of the page. However, before he can read it, he’s surprised by the sudden splash of something hitting the paper.

Oh.

He’s crying.

From behind, your arms come to cozy around his shoulders, nuzzling into his neck. “Didn’t think I’d make the great Dynamight cry with something like this.”

He laughs shakily and you hug closer. “‘M not crying, idiot.”

Katsuki can feel the way your lips curve. Can feel how your smile meets his skin. So he turns with a sudden intensity, wanting to feel that same smile, pressed right against his.

He doesn’t have to bring himself forward. He doesn’t have to ask. He just trusts you will know.

And you do, kissing him gently.

“Happy birthday Katsuki.”

Very very late, Katsuki my meow meow deserves better fr……

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kikis-writing-service · 4 months

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Spicy Curry (Bakugou Katsuki x F!Reader) Chapter 4

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 ? ? ? ? ?

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Content Warning: This fic will contain mentions of past abuse from a “partner”, including sexual assault.

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Silence claws at Katsuki like smoke. His usually buzzing apartment, filled with pre-patrol jitters, now amplifies frustration. Benched from hero work is a new kind of hell – not the fiery adrenaline blast he’s used to, but a simmering resentment that chokes him dry. The sleek case for his new hearing aids mocks him from the table, tiny plastic soldiers against his towering rage.

Water sloshing in his throat does little to quench the fire within, leaving only bitter embers on his tongue. A sharp, insistent rap at the door pierces the suffocating silence. He groans, bracing for his well-meaning mother's lecture. He flings the door open, ready to bite back, but the words die on his tongue. Mina grins, a playful hurricane shoving past him. He shuts the door with a sigh.

Mina talks. He knows that much. Her voice, muffled like a radio stuck on low, washes over him. He wishes he could take back that bitter "nothing to do" that scorched his tongue. Being alone with his despair is preferable to this clumsy charade.

Mina's head tilts, a frown blooming on her face. Katsuki scowls back, irritation prickling his skin. Did she ask a question? Was he missing something? She marches closer, stopping right in front of him, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

"Hearing aids?" she asks, her voice pushing through the muffled haze. Katsuki's ears strain, catching snippets, just enough to understand.

He grunts, the sound like sandpaper against silence. Dealing with this is the last thing he needs, but Mina's stubbornness is legendary.

Scoffing, the sound hollow even to him, he mutters, "Doc's orders. Needs to... heal." He gestures vaguely at the aids nestled in their velvet cradle.

"But you haven't been wearing them all day, have you?" Mina's voice cuts through his fog. "So put them on. Let's hear the world whine with you." Her golden eyes, usually sparkling like fireworks, hold him captive, a silent challenge in their depths.

Katsuki scowls, jaw muscles clenching. Mina, sensing his resistance, pouts. "Why not?" she presses, her voice a nudge.

He grumbles, staring at the hearing aids, delicate birds in their velvet nest. "Not like the others," he mutters. "Don't sit all the way in. Not as..."

"Discreet?" Mina offers, a knowing glint in her eyes.

"Yeah," Katsuki grunts, the sound rough in his throat.

Mina's sigh is a rumble of understanding. "Come on, Kat," she says, tiptoeing to touch his face, but he swats her hands away. Mina puffs up, simmering with anger. "Stop worrying about what people think."

"It's not about them," Katsuki growls. "It's about me. And I—," He stops, choking the rest back, running a hand through his hair. "You wouldn't get it."

"Not if you don't tell me!" Mina fires back. "This is exactly why we broke up!"

Katsuki rolls his eyes, ready to retort, but the words snag in his throat. He pauses, sighs, and looks away. In a quiet motion, he pulls out the hearing aids, one by one. Placing them over his ears, the world snaps into focus, a cacophony of welcome and unwanted sounds. He catches sight of himself in the window, the tiny tube snaking into his ear a jarring clash against his usual stoic image. He hates it, the vulnerability it forces upon him.

"Tiny! Barely see it," Mina's voice, amplified and clearer now, pricks at him. He knows she's lying. The tube, the wire, stares back at him accusingly. He hates them. Needs them. More than ever after this recent slide. No choice, the suffocating reality presses down on him, and he pushes the frustration back down.

He turns to face Mina. "You came to drag me out, didn't you?"

Mina laughs, a bright spark. "Yup! Sulking butt and all, you're coming to lunch with me!"

"M' not sulking," Katsuki mumbles, but Mina ignores the comment, already grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the door.

Mina's words tumble against the cafe walls, bouncing off like pebbles on cobblestones. Fragments snag on Katsuki's silence – a new flame, a promotion, a weekend trip – but vanish before taking root in his thoughts. Every clink of cutlery, every muffled murmur, feels like a needle jab. The world hums like a faulty hive, every buzz amplifying the inadequacy gnawing at him.

He craves the silence, the haven you offered just nights ago, where the symphony of the world couldn't reach him. Water cools his throat, a fleeting respite from the sensory overload. "Hey, you still with me?" Mina's voice slices through the fog.

He scowls. "Don't care about whoever your fling is now."

Mina's laugh, like wind chimes, jars with cheer. "Aww, still hung up on me, Kat?"

Water sputters down his throat as he glares. "Shut up!"

Her laughter fades, replaced by a familiar, reassuring smile. Food arrives, a welcome distraction, but a blur. Katsuki eats on autopilot, flavors dulled, the restaurant's din a muffled roar he can't escape. Every amplified breath, every distant giggle, grates on him.

Sensing his withdrawal, Mina's chatter tapers off. Unspoken understanding hangs heavy, a familiar blanket she offers without pretense. He knows she cares. They're battle-scarred comrades, memories woven into hero training days. Yet, a chasm gapes between them, their languages disparate, his silence a fortress she can't crack.

His hearing loss isn't just muffling the world – it's a vine twisting through his life, draining energy, leaving thorns of frustration. Garbled conversations like whispers behind a wall, the exhaustion of piecing it together, the phantom echoes of missed words – the fear of being left behind gnaws at him.

He builds walls, fortresses of silence that keep others out and himself in. But translating his world, bearing the weight of their understanding, ignites a spark of fury.

His thoughts drift towards your shop, where silence isn't a chasm but a shared melody. With you, anxieties and frustrations exist in unspoken spaces, your empathy a bridge spanning the gap, allowing him to breathe, unburdened by explanation.

Mina's voice breaks through his reverie. "Hey, Katsuki," her eyes dim with concern. "We care, but you gotta let us in. Remember what we always said? Communication is key."

He knows she's right, but dissecting his experience, making deafness the story's center, feels like ripping open a wound. He's Katsuki Bakugou, a damn supernova, and reducing him

to this struggle feels like a cosmic injustice.

The nervous waitress hovers, her gaze darting between them. He sighs, recognizing Dynamight's face, Mina's fame. This isn't hero worship – it's tiptoeing, a hesitant question hanging in the air. "Anything… uh… else you need?" Her voice, loud and slow, grates.

Confusion mixes with something sharp and hot in his gut. The hearing aids, not-so-discreet, click into place. Assumptions made, lines drawn, a new script written in the blink of an eye.

"Need air," he rasps, the simmering rage bubbling over. He shoots out of his chair, the world a muted hum as he rips off the hearing aids and shoves them into his pocket. Mina's confused call is lost in his wake.

He slams through the door, the cool air a slap against his burning chest. Pavement pounds under his feet, each step a beat against the thrumming anger. No destination, just the blind urge to outrun the sting of pity in that waitress's eyes.

His feet, on autopilot, lead him to the familiar alley, the comforting scent of spices a beacon. He hesitates at the shop's entrance. He craves you, the quiet haven you offer, the understanding that blooms between you without needing words. But seeking solace after his outburst feels… desperate and childish. He's about to turn away, to retreat into the city's anonymity, when the door swings open. You emerge, laundry slung over your shoulder.

You meet his eyes and the world stills. A sunrise smile chases away his shadows. Butterflies erupt in his stomach, fluttering against the bars of his self-consciousness. He feels stupid, a schoolboy caught loitering outside a forbidden playground.

Your head tilts, brows furrowed in unspoken concern. Then, with a gentle smile, your hands bloom, signing hello and his sign name – five fingers unfurl like a budding supernova, echoing the embers in his heart. Warmth floods his cheeks. He mirrors the gesture, fingers stiff yet fierce, signing your sign name back.

You scan the shop, searching for something. Not finding it, your brow creases.

"Doctor?" your hands inquire, urgent whispers in the air.

He nods, explaining his mother's intervention. "Ruptured eardrum. Should heal in a few weeks."

Your apology hangs in the air, a feather against his annoyance. "What for?" he asks, voice gravelly.

"My quirk couldn't help you more," your hands explain, a downcast gesture mirroring his chest.

He scoffs, exasperation mixed with gratitude.

"You've done enough," he mumbles, dismissing your worry.

He watches you wrestle with the laundry bag, a familiar knot twisting in his gut. Without thinking, he steps forward, effortlessly hoisting the bag onto his shoulder. You freeze, surprise etching your features.

"What are you doing?" your hands inquire, confusion flickering in your eyes.

"Heroes help those weaker than them," he muttered, the words gruff but the sentiment clear. "Got nothin' else to do on leave, might as well lend a hand."

Your surprise melts into a grateful smile, a blossom under his unexpected kindness. Just then, a shriek shatters the peace. Kouichi, a miniature hurricane of excitement, bounds down the stairs. Katsuki's gaze shifts toward him, the resemblance to you not lost.

"Dynamight?" he shouts, eyes wide with hero-worship. You step in front of him, your hands weaving a tapestry of sign language, too swift for him to decipher, but he catches "calm" and "quirk."

Kouichi, initially frowning, complies, closing his eyes and taking breaths.

"Sorry," you sign, turning back to Katsuki. "He's, uh, your biggest fan."

Katsuki scrutinizes Kouichi, curiosity igniting. Kids liked his quirk, sure, but favorite hero? That was usually Deku with his infuriatingly sunny smile. "Really? Not usually anyone's favorite," he says, surprise lacing his voice.

Your eyes widen, disbelief flickering. "What? But you're so cool!" The unfiltered admiration floods his cheeks, a blush he can't control. He can't help but be disarmed by your genuine awe.

"Think I'm cool, huh?" he teases, a sly grin tugging at his lips.

Your cheeks warm, and you bite your lip, a nervous but genuine smile playing on your lips. "The coolest."

"Mom!" Kouichi's shout cuts through the moment, drawing their attention. Katsuki's eyes widen. The laundry bag settled onto his shoulder, a familiar weight that suddenly felt heavier, tinged with a new awareness. Katsuki's gaze flickered to the boy, a knot of something akin to recognition twisting in his gut.

You rise, your gaze meeting his, an unspoken inquiry in your eyes. "Can I introduce you two?" your hands sign, pleading and hopeful. Kouichi stands beside you, eyes alight with unspoken questions. Katsuki, drawn by the twin flames of curiosity and a strange sense of responsibility, can only nod. Your smile brightens with an infectious joy that amplifies because it involves your son and his curiosity. Katsuki thinks it's the smile of a good mother.

"This is my son, Kouichi," you sign, your voice barely a whisper against the roar in Katsuki's ears. "Five years old and a ball of sunshine." You ruffle his hair playfully, eliciting a wide, gap-toothed grin. "He's deaf, so he'll use signs to talk to you. Unlike you, he's been at it since before he could walk, so watch out. He can zip through those signs like nobody's business.”

Katsuki blinks, surprise flickering across his face. His gaze shifts between you and Kouichi, a new lens settling over his perception. Understanding dawns, re-framing your connection.

“Don't worry,” you sign. “I told him to keep it slow for you." Katsuki gives you an appreciative look.

Kouichi walks beside Katsuki as you lead the way to the laundromat. They trail behind, silent questions dancing in the air.

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yourlovermori · 2 years

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— Throat-Fucking + Katsuki

contains: 18+ content mdni. smut, mean!bakugo, throat fucking, manhandling, a teeny bit of praise, slight degradation, established relationship, slight dacryphilla, oral (m!receving), cum swallowing

authors note: thank you sm for 1,000 notes on my last work, and for that i present you this, enjoy!!! (also it’s important that your partner checks on you after any sexual activity/aftercare is important!!)

your fingers trace his pecs — brushing over his nipples, his abs flex under your touch and his breath hitches. you move to press kisses among the plane of his abdomen your fingers trailing not too far below.

Katsuki’s had a rough day, low level thugs causing fuckin problems n’ shit, putting people in danger leaving his ass to clean up the mess —so much so that he finds it hard to even drag himself through the door — discarding his boots and peeling off his ash ridden hero suit with dread, feeling like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. but you — being his sweet little girlfriend, you offered to take away all of his stresses leading you here, sinking to your knees gazing upon him in his glory.

he cradles your face letting out a shaky breath waiting with anticipation. you press gentle kisses along his adonis belt, licking along his v-line holding onto thighs that tense with every swipe of your tongue and graze of your lips.

his manhood stands tall — tan and thick, a prominent vein sits on the left and his tip is an angry shade of red. globs of pre cum dribble down his shaft — he’s needy cock jumping for attention but your hand cups his balls instead. his jaw clenches, hissing at the feeling

“woulda stop teasing”

agitation seeping through his body, he’s tired of the games and craves the relief you’ve promised

“be patient ki” you coo

your hand delicately wraps around his cock pumping it slowly and giving a kiss to his cockhead — licking the pre that leaks from his slit, before you wrap your lips around him taking him whole. a groan falls from hand finding purchase on your head.

but it’s not long till you’re pulling off his cock with a pop. his eyes flutter open long blonde lashes revealing vermilion orbs, he grunts looking down at you eyes hung low and hungry with lust.

he grumbles something under his breath eyes turning dark gripping your hair

“here let me help ya’ since yer having some trouble”

he pushes your face flush against his pelvis — nose buried in his pubes forcing you to inhale his scent. the shock of the sudden force makes you choke and gag around him ripping a gurutal groan from his chest.

your eyes gloss over and when you look up at him he loses all resolve. he pulls you back to tip of his cock shoving you back against him harshly.

tears are welling up in your eyes and your nose burns, he’s heavy on your tongue — bullying your throat bubbles of drool spill out the corners of your mouth pooling down your lips. he hits the back of your throat making you gag on his length and he chokes back a moan as he continuously repeats the action.

his grip becomes harsher — thrusting in your throat animalistically, face fucking you like a slut.

“god yer—f-fuck takin’ me so well” he pants, breaths labored and ragged “taking it like a champ”

your tears spill and fuck you look ruined, spit dribbles out the corner of your mouth onto his balls that harshly slap against your chin. the vulgar sounds of shloshes of spit and the assault on your throat sends a pang of pleasure down to your cunt. you move to play with your clit but can’t help the moans and whimpers that vibrate around his dick, bucking into your slick covered fingers like a bitch in heat begging for release.

the sensation makes his dick throb and his hips stutter.

“dick getting shoved down your throat gets you off? fuckin’ disgusting”

he jeers, voice husky dark laced with desire

you’re too gone to even comprehend what he saying but the sound of his voice echoing your apartment walls makes your pussy spasm n’ drool. the clenching of your throat every time he hits the back of your throat has him grunting—moaning his cock throbbing violently. you move to message his balls that twitch and tighten in your hold, he’s close.

but when you press that goey spot inside your warmth everything comes shattering down on you, your eyebrows pull together, eyes fluttering close going limp in his hold being blinded by the white that takes over you.

his pace quickens, brutally shoving his dick inside the searing heat of your throat. the sight ‘s lewd he uses you like nothing but a fuck toy. words slurring and breath quickening

“s-shit oh fuck f-fuck me” he moans

coming with a silent sob. hot ropes of cum shoot at the back of your throat — his cock twitching and balls tightening as he rides out his high — almost curling in on himself pleasure overtaking him. his pace slows and with a grunt he’s pulling you off his cock, spit and his cum drip down your sultry lips as you swallow his load with tears dried on the apples of your cheek.

his eyes scan over your face subconsciously checking to see if he hurt you. concern fleeting in his eyes.

“m’ okay” you breathe knowing how much of a worry wort he can be, but it’s sweet to know that he cares.

“you look fucked up” he breathes through an airy chuckle pulling you in for a passionate kiss one that leaves you moaning into him aware that he’s tasting himself on your tongue.

you pull back, hands resting on his broad chest

“we should do that more often” you suggest panting softly into his mouth, he hums in acknowledgment before pulling you into another.

he thinks so too.

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fairytsuk1 · 2 years

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i spy with my little eye | (s)

inspired by this drabble.

pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader, kirishima eijirou x reader

genre: smut

words: 3.6k

summary: kirishima's had enough of being forced to endure you and bakugou fucking next door every day. finally, he decides to do something about it

warnings: established relationship, f!reader, forced voyeurism, exhibitionism, degradation, switch!kirishima, sub!reader, dom!bakugou, fingering, masturbation, oral sex, explicit language

“You don’t look so good, Kirishima. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Kirishima hadn’t felt any ill-will towards his friend before today, but if Kaminari asked him one more time if he was okay… he might kill him. “I just haven’t been sleeping well these past few days! No big deal.”

Red eyes drift over to your form perched pretty on your desk. Everything felt ridiculously lewd when it came to you. He couldn’t see the bruises, but he knew they were there. His eyes scour the soft skin revealed by your skirt, and the boy wonders if you were wearing the baby pink panties that Bakugou had said: “make you look so pretty.”

He tried not to think about it too much. It was… disrespectful. You were his best friend’s girlfriend! It was perverted; that’s what it was! It didn’t matter if he could hear you getting railed every night or that he knew you could take Bakugou without gagging (you always took him to the base of his apparently thick cock, he knew that too.)

“What are you looking at?”

Blue uniform jeans block the entrancing view of your legs dangling mindlessly over the desk like they did over Bakugou’s shoulders. Kirishima burned a brighter red than his hair and snapped his gaze up to his friend’s face- he didn’t look mad, but you could never be too sure.

“I was just spacing out! Sorry, I feel like I’ve had a long day already.

“Mhm. We’re training today. You better be at the top of your game, so I don’t kick your ass,” lips unfurl to reveal borderline sharp teeth, “I feel good today.”

Probably because you got your dick sucked within the past twelve hours, Kirishima thinks. He grins and shakes his head; he’s completely unaware of that fact. Bakugou can never know that he knows something so invasive. Kirishima has to stay strong.

“Of course, I’ll be at the top of my game! That’s what heroes do.” Bakugou mumbles something about being the top hero, and he shifts just enough for his best friend to see you looking back at your boyfriend.

Kirishima’s eyes meet yours as your own trail down, and he’s keenly aware of the strawberry lip gloss that sticks to your lips and makes them look so kissable. Kirishima waves before turning to rifle through his bag; he misses how you smile mischievously before hopping off your desk. Class passes uneventfully, but Kirishima still can’t keep his mind off your baby pink panties. He prays no one has a mind-reading quirk.

Soon enough, Kirishima darted out of his seat and eagerly joined Midoriya on his trek toward the support classrooms. His hard-on had dissipated, and he was sure he was ready to have a good day.

“That’s what I was gonna ask Hatsume about! If I’m doing full-harden, I just need to make sure I’m not hurting others.”

Midoriya nods in agreement before spouting about his forearms and other technical things about his quirk (quirks? Kirishima isn’t so sure anymore), making it hard for the redhead to follow.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, don’t wait up!”

“Yep, see ya!”

The hallway is quiet, and it’s blissful to bask in the sunlight that shines through the windows. It’s a nice day, and Kirishima hasn’t thought about your naked body since that morning.

It’s almost comedic. There’s a screech as he advances farther down the hall, making his steps falter, and his body flinch. There are empty classrooms now and then, but that screech sounded worrying like someone was rushing past a ton of desks! The classroom door sits slightly ajar, and Kirishima feels dragged towards it as if intoxicated.

He should’ve known. You and Bakugou had disappeared so suddenly, and with libidos so high… he should’ve guessed you two were alone somewhere.

“Katsuki…” he’s a fiend, exposing your chest with hands that paw at you like a dog, “we’re being loud.”

“No one’s around. Just relax, babe,” he pulls your bra down, the cups lifting your breasts just enough for him to take a nipple into his mouth and suck. Your whines echo, and your back arches as you pant with a flushed face. It was so, well, you looked like a porn star. You looked beautiful. Kirishima can feel the blood going south, arousal hanging heavily between his legs.

Katsuki tells you to just “let me do this,” and you let him. The two of you aren’t even aware of your audience. Kirishima wonders if you’d make the same sounds with him. If you’d push his face to your chest or spread your legs so needily for his cock.

Precum is spilling into his boxers, and he knows it’ll be disgusting later when he has to walk around like he’s not soiling himself. He can’t help it, though, not when your slick pulls away from your pussy in clear strings when Bakugou peels your panties off. He was right, baby pink.

You’re everything but innocent. When you take Bakugou’s fingers into your mouth and suck like the cock-loving whore you are, you’re not the same girl he knew at the beginning of the year. You bat your eyes and shift forward to grab Bakugou’s attention. You really are beautiful.

Ultimately, you’re a great performer, and it makes Kirishima so fucking hard that he has to slip a hand in his pants. You’re just too good.

“You’ll do anything for me, hm? You’re spread out on a fucking desk at UA; you look like a slut.”

Weirdly, Kirishima wishes he was you and that Bakugou was looking at him like that. How would it feel?

He’s not sure, but you are. You love the degradation. You love when he’s so mean. You could whine all you want about how he’s hurting your feelings, but the words make your clit pulse and thighs rub together. He’s always right, too. You look debauched when you’re under his influence. Spit slick lips that shine, and you can feel a bit of drool dribble out the corner of your mouth. You’re cock hungry. No, you’re Katsuki hungry.

You love your boyfriend, and all you could ever want is him. His lips, fingers, cock, you want it all. You tell him this, pulling up your skirt higher to expose a soft patch of curls and the way your pussy glistens pink.

“You’re lucky I love you; you think anyone else could satisfy you? Anyone but me?”

He takes his thumb and rubs tight circles on your clit, the pressure makes you want to shut your legs, but Katsuki’s wide frame easily prevents it. You take what’s given to you, thick fingers making a squelching noise that turns your face red and makes you cover your mouth like that would prevent the lewd sounds of your boyfriend fingering you from reaching others’ ears.

Your boyfriend grins snarkily, muttering that it’s all ’cause of him you’re soaked and practically creaming after only a few minutes of him pumping his fingers in and out of you. He uses his body weight to lean over you; you’re trapped in the best way as he fucks you with only a hand.

Kirishima fucks his fist, too. If anyone turned the corner, they’d see him, and he’s sure his career would be over before it started. For some reason, though, every time he watches Bakugou curl his fingers up and make you wail into your hands, he can’t seem to care too much about the consequences.

It’s not enough, though.

The denim jeans are still constricting even with his belt unbuckled, and he’s working up a sweat with how hard he’s trying to cum at this mind-blowing moment. He watches Bakugou’s knees buckle, and the blond is suddenly between your legs, sucking your clit into his mouth on a level only you could bear. You rest your feet on his shoulders, white knee-high socks making you look like an angel.

This isn’t right, but Kirishima bit the apple and swallowed it. It’s stuck in his throat, and he doesn’t even care that he’s jerking off to Bakugou, bringing you to the edge with a tongue he wishes was wrapped around his dick. The view is obscured now, but Kirishima could fill in the details, and he feels a tight coil in his stomach turning into a knot. Your fingers scrape the desk, trying to find purchase to ground yourself before giving up and desperately grabbing Katsuki’s hair to steady yourself.

Kirishima wheezes. It’s so loud he hears his blood rushing in his ears as he tightens his fist around the head of his red cock. The pre-cum, his fist, the slurping, and your cries now that you’re about to cum all over Katsuki’s tongue. It’s so overwhelming. Kirishima watches as the two of you make eye contact. You blubber and shake, but he strains to hear the three words, “luh-love you, ‘tsuki.”

Cum paints the inside of his boxers, and he keels over with shaking legs, trying to ride out his orgasm the best he can without passing out.

Katsuki cleans you up effortlessly (eating pussy is one of his favorite things, after all.)

“‘S too sensitive Katsuki, no more.”

“I’m cleaning you up; stay still,” he suckles on your oversensitive clit just to hear you whine, “I’m done now.”

Kirishima watches, enraptured at the grossly romantic display. You still look a mess as you shift in Bakugou’s arms, your thighs are still sticky, and your lips bit red; but he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful girl.

The shame washes over him so heavily that Kirishima feels his eyes bubble with tears, and he tears his face away from the scene. Was it worth it? As he crashes into his own self-guilt, he rushes out to the bathroom, uncaring if Midoriya was still in a stall.

“That was the last time, ever,” Kirishima wishes he could follow through. No matter how hard he presses his hands into his eye sockets, he can’t help the blood flowing to his dick at the thought of you whining out your boyfriend’s name.

Hell is hot, but you’re so much hotter.

Kirishima’s tired at the end of the day, his training exhausted him, and the heart-bursting orgasm didn’t help either. He watches Bakugou go to bed offensively early; he wonders if tonight was the night he’d get a total of eight hours. He goes to bed soon after with a smile on his face.

The stars hang low with a glimmer only they could hold. It’s cool in Kirishima’s room with the window open. The nighttime breeze washes over his limbs as he lies sleepily in boxers and a black t-shirt. It’s finally time to rest.

His eyes are closed, and he hopes there isn’t a quiz tomorrow like his brain was assuming. Then, he hears it; it’d be unnoticeable if he wasn’t pressed right up against the wall. There’s a thump and the murmur of whispered voices that sound so muffled he can’t determine what’s being said. This, however, is not relevant when he knows that gruff tone and the meek voice could only mean one thing.

Instead of feeling aroused, a sense of frustration builds. Like a thermometer hitting dangerous levels of hot, he’s getting fired up. You two weren’t considerate at all! Why should he have to be the one to put on headphones or go for a late-night walk? He shoots up out of his bed and stomps on his slippers. Why should he have to accommodate for your- to be frank- unnatural levels of horniness coursing through your veins?

He’s in front of your door before he knows it, and he’s knocking before he can feel the wood on his knuckles.

“Shitty hair.”

You’re sitting in a tank top and wearing panties, blue ones. Kirishima realizes what he’s done.

“Uh, hello? I was, uh, I was gonna ask if you guys could keep it down,” he pauses and looks at everything that isn’t the blond in a fitted black tank top, “it’s actually really been bothering me since I can hear everything. It’s kind of annoying, actually.”

“Was it annoying when you sat behind the door jerking off? While you were watching us?” Bakugou’s mere presence looms over him while his words strike Kirishima in the heart.

He goes underwater for a minute, struggling to breathe and flailing on the inside. His cheeks turn impossibly red, and he feels embarrassed that the rush gives him a surge of excitement in his tummy.

He opens his mouth, gasping like a fish while you stand and come up behind your boyfriend. Kirishima wishes the world cracked open and swallowed him whole or that he had a mind-erasing quirk, maybe both.

“…I should go! Sorry for bothering you….”

Were your hands always so dainty? So tiny with trimmed cuticles and glossy nails. He falters in his steps and lets you pull him in.

You’re a witch, he decides. You’re magic, and he drinks you in as you tug him through the door, and Bakugou locks it.

You grin as he takes a seat, Bakugou following distantly behind before you speak.

“I noticed you staring today, Kiri,” you wait till he’s about to speak before cutting him off, “it’s okay! I liked it; I liked knowing you knew.”

“Oh.”

Your hand rests on his bare thigh as you scan him up and down, “you wanna feel something nice?”

His head feels hollow, and he can’t do anything but nod. He feels Bakugou take a seat behind him, effectively trapped between his two favorite objects of affection. He’s not even ready for the way your soft lips envelop his in a heated kiss. His cock throbs in his pants, keenly aware of Bakugou’s hot breath on his neck.

“You better enjoy this, fantasizing ’bout it for so damn long. It’s a pretty nice sight,” a rough chuckle escapes him as you deepen the kiss, sliding on top of Kirishima’s warm, built body, “you know she asked me once how thick your cock was.

An “Eijirou” tumbles out of your lips, and his hips jolt forward from it. Kisses bloom like flowers all over his neck and Adam’s apple. It feels like he’s flying, like when he took too big of a hit when smoking with Sero. It’s more than incredible. It’s like he’s on cloud nine.

He musters his courage to go from a melting puddle to a force behind the tornado.

“I want to be good for you,” his thoughts echo in his actions with hands that paw at your waist that continues grinding.

“I wanna see her perform, like how she did with you. I wanna see her… like that."

You grin, swiping your bottom lip with your tongue. You look at Katsuki, whose eyes are blown wide with arousal and can only encourage you, “go on. Be my pretty baby.”

Your panties are sticking to you as you pull the oversized t-shirt over you; the pair of eyes on your body feels so nice. Katsuki looks proud, and Kirishima’s eyes roam over every inch of skin like he wants to devour you.

The clasp of your bra is undone, and you feel a sudden shyness at your nudity, but the two men admire you like you’re Ophelia. Katsuki lets his head droop onto Kirishima’s shoulder. The fire in your lower belly, who’s witness to tension between the two males, builds and crashes.

The guiding of hands to your chest, the tweak of a nipple and a mewl, and the head push that allows for a warm mouth to take your breast into his mouth subconsciously make your hands crave stability. Katsuki hooks his thumbs into your panties to pull them off as Kirishima maneuvers till he’s at your side and touching you all over.

You thought he might be inexperienced, but with the way his calloused hands reach down towards your cunt and circle your clit with the lightest of pressure, you wonder who else he’s been with.

“Kirishima…”

“Call me Eijirou.”

Katsuki keeps you from shutting your legs, but it’s not his tongue diving between your folds. Kirishima takes the opportunity to taste as much of you as he can. After weeks of jerking off till he splatters cum into his hand, he’s desperate to make you cream on his tongue (and hopefully his cock.)

It’s almost ridiculous how good he is, how the two pairs of hands on you make drool spill out the side of your mouth. You look so impossibly fucked out from the redhead between your legs that you can hardly believe the circumstances.

“She’s acting like a whore because of you. Look at you; I’m proud of you.”

Kirishima groans as he rubs himself against the bed, rutting like a pathetic puppy. Bakugou realizes he has two sluts in his room, begging for a taste of pleasure. He sneers, mumbling at how pathetic the two of you look, and observes how the two of you melt further into orgasmic bliss.

“Make her cum Kirishima, then she’ll pay you back. Right babe? You’ll help Shitty Hair?”

You babble nonsensically, “yes! Yes, please… ’m close. Katsuki I…” Your hand reaches out for his, desperate to be grounded as you edge closer and closer to the cliff.

Kirishima sucks your clit ruthlessly as you cream on his tongue and fingers. It borders on painful when Kirishima keeps licking and keeps lapping up all the essence that spills out of you.

“Stop… Eijirou, ’s too much. It’s your turn! For…for you.”

Kirishima finally brings his eyes to focus back on you on the bed, and you feel like he’s got tunnel vision for your pussy. A hand lewdly wipes the shine off his lips and chin, tilting his head.

“What do you mean? This is for me.”

Even after short-lived overstimulation, you throb in between your legs and shut them. Katsuki can no longer help himself, and the two boys are suddenly clashing into a kiss that leaves them both breathless.

You briefly wonder if you’ve accidentally snuck onto a porn set-up. You take the time to regain yourself and crawl over to Eijirou with hands pawing at his cock that’s drenching his boxers.

“Who do you want?”

Kirishima feels overwhelmed by the question and stays silent before mumbling out a loose and far-away “both?” You look at Katsuki, who rolls his eyes, “I’ll be better than you at this.”

“I go down on you all the time! That’s not fair!”

“Shut up,” Katsuki peels his friend’s underwear down, and you feel yourself grow hotter as his tongue laves over Eijirou’s cock, “are ya gonna help or what?”

The room’s air is sticky, and Kirishima feels overwhelmed when he looks down to see a tongue sucking his balls into one mouth while a different pair of lips focuses on the tip; his stomach glistens with sweat as he heaves breaths.

He smells musky, and you beam when you take him into your throat, and he whimpers with twitching legs. Katsuki stares hungrily, reaching up to swallow his noises with a dominating kiss that nearly sends Kirishima backward.

“I might–might cum soon,” he feels like he’s speaking into space, like no one could hear his plea for both release and for the pleasure to cease so he could maintain his dignity.

Katsuki grunts, nose buried just under his belly button as he swallows, “Bakugou!” Kirishima wails and hunches over, fingers digging into his scalp as his cock is overwhelmed by heat and the tightness of the blond’s throat.

Ever the persistent one, Katsuki swallows again as you take a hand to gently knead Kirishima’s balls; it’s heaven. There’s no way it isn’t; he vaguely notes how roughly textured the ceiling is with eyes rolling towards it. A dopey smile makes its way onto his face as he spills his load down Katsuki’s throat, the latter finally gagging as he’s forced to take it all.

Your boyfriend heaves out a couple of breaths, a glare coming from him as he’s forced to swallow Kirishima’s spunk.

His eyes betray him as they gleam with satisfaction.

“Katsuki, wha-what about you?”

Bakugou takes the time to cough into his elbow, eyes brimming with tears and a flushed face making him look perfect. At your concern, he grins and wipes his mouth one more time, “I don’t know. Don’t you think we should save some of it for later?”

Kirishima’s back straightens as he stares in between you and Katsuki, crying out that he might not be able to see Bakugou make you cream on his cock and stretch you out till tears pool in your eyes.

“But you have to fuck her!”

Red eyes flit over to Kirishima, his strength wilts as he makes himself smaller under the dominant (and overpowering) gaze.

“No, you both have had your fill. Besides, you have a lot more to make up for.”

You grin and bounce in your spot on the bed; both men struggle to keep their eyes on your face.

“Yeah, Kirishima, don’t you know?”

“Know what?”

“Don’t you know that even if you think you deserve it, you don’t,” your breath hits the shell of his ear as you advance like a predator ready to eviscerate its prey. He waits with bated breath as you deliberately keep him hanging onto every word.

“You’re no peeping tom, Eijirou. You’re just a pervert.”

Kirishima considers himself a good man who doesn’t spy on his best friend having sex or who doesn’t wait for it to happen right in front of his eyes if given a chance. But he can’t deny it at all.

Kirishima hadn’t fallen from grace; he was still the most beautiful angel. But, at the end of the day, he couldn’t deny one simple fact about himself.

He was a pervert, and no one else could live up to the title best but him.

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