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moominsuki · 1 year

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✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — bakugou hates feeling jealous. but you make it worthwhile.

࿄ ! warnings — f!reader. absolutely none. sfw. / note. katsuki is a cutie patootie.

jealous bakugou is something else. he doesn’t think he’s all that possessive of you at all - he doesn’t care if your outfit is skimpy or if you have guy friends. bakugou regards himself as very secure in his relationship with you.

until he hears what guys have to say about you. then he gets a little crazy.

it’s an open day where he’s helping a group of lackies and hero interns with integrating into his agency and it’s pretty innocent at first. kiri and deku are doing most of the heavy lifting with talking with the prospective sidekicks and heroes (katsuki is very content with the extras he has already). he’s already kind of distracted by seeing you this morning - you offered to lift a hand and do some extra work around his agency for today due to the unusual amount of people scoping his place out and why would he pass on an offer to see you around his agency all day?

unfortunately for katsuki, it means that he’s being increasingly more distant than he usually is and the interns can feel the disgusted energy emitting from every fibre in his body. it’s not like he’s trying to hide it though - what a waste to have you come to his workplace and only catch glimpses of your hair and your scent.

“kacch- dynamight? what do you look for in a sidekick who wants to potentially join this agency,” asks izuku, pulling his friend out of his thoughts. katsuki looks at the crowd of young, probably high school kids and they basically cower under his gaze. he recognises a few of them from other, unimportant events he can’t seem to specifically recall. god, he wants to bite back at them but he shrugs in annoyance.

“don’t piss me off and do as you’re told. simple as but it seems like you lot would still f-”, deku quickly interjects katsuki and yells out, “okay! let’s take a quick 10 minute break! just have a look around and we’re free if you have any questions you want to ask!”

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“what is with you today, kacchan? you’re more… insolent than usual,” asks izuku slowly, watching the expression on his blond’s face meld into a face of indifference.

“maybe it’s the fact that i don’t care about these idiots who’re just making a goddamn mess of the place. i don’t need more extras to fuck shit up f’me,” bakugou grumbles. kirishima pats his moody friends on the back and goes to speak when-

“well at least the rumours about dynamight are true. that guy is a fucking mood killer,” says some guy standing in the corner of the reception area, who looks to be a sidekick and is accompanied by other unknown up and coming ‘extras’ as Katsuki woukd put it.

“tell me about it. the guys here fucking suck. for once, i’m wishing that we were stuck with the female pros instead. have you seen uravity? she’s sexier in real life,” pipes up some other guy and the rest holler and hoot.

the three pros look at each other, with bakugou looking at kirishima and deku with knowing, smug eyes.

“i’m just going to interrupt their conversation-” says kirishima, attempting to walk over until another lackey pipes up.

“but have you seen y/h/n? what a woman. shame she’s not in her hero suit. what i would do for a woman like that,” grunts some pathetic looking guy. he’s spindly and limp and looks akin to a wet noodle.

it doesn’t stop katsuki from seething though.

kirishima and izuku slowly turn to look at their friend - who’s practically steaming in his hero uniform. all katsuki can see is red and violence - which isn’t really unlike from what he normally sees but it’s different this time. this time it’s about you.

he sees the group of gross, teenage boys point to where you’re standing: you’re leaning over the receptionist desk and just from the behind can katsuki appreciate how beautiful you are. you’re wearing a short black turtleneck dress with orange accents (you told him that you wanted to wear his colours to his agency) and in any other setting would katsuki run his hands over you and compliment and kiss you till you were shying away from him.

bakugou knew that you got unwanted attention, regardless if he was standing by you like a rabid guard dog - you were gorgeous and you knew that. he also knew that you could hold your own against a hoard of horny teenage losers and you would never look twice at them when you had him. still, that logic went out the window when he could see the same group of kids leering and pointing at where your thighs met the bottom of your dress and he wanted to kill them.

kirishima got wind of this just by looking at the blond’s expression, “please don’t blow up the place - they’re just dumb kids! think about how hard we worked for this agency,” pleads kirishima.

“he’s too far gone,” izuku sadly laments as they watch bakugou stride on over to you and ignore both the men’s pleas and bargains. he aggressively pushes past the disgusting collective of eyes and they break apart in shock at his intrusion through them.

you’re, however, too enamoured in your conversation with his assistant and mina- you’re looking at a pinterest board and he wants to bite you for being so cute in front of everyone. it makes him even angrier that those extras would ever think that you would give them more than a side eye and a polite wave.

you feel katsuki before you see him - his uniform-clad arm holds your waist between the desk as he slots himself into your conversation.

“so what’s this about? whatcha talking about?” katsuki asks and mina and his assistant giggle at his intrusion while you roll your eyes and turn yourself sideways to look at him.

“i would tell you but mina and akako might kill me,” you tell your boyfriend, resting a manicured hand on his chest. akako, bakugou’s assistant, laughs and nods her head:

“sorry, dynamight, our conversations are sacred. might i add your timetable tells me that you’re due to take the interns on a practice patrol in less than… 20 minutes?”

katsuki narrows his eyes at this and you chastise akako for poking at him, “leave him alone! i want him here,” before resting a hand on his stubbled jaw and scratching at his face. katsuki’s eyes close at the sensation and he opens them to take a good look at your face. the stupid kids are still a embittering thought in the back of his mind and in any given situation, he would never do this. but sometimes bakugou’s heart goes against his common sense and this was one of those times.

he leans down to slots his lips over yours and presses a gloved hand into the small of your back and you smile into the kiss while a few “awwhs,” emit in the background. bakugou opens an eye slightly to see in his peripheral vision that the gaggle of the limp-faced sidekicks are looking at him in a mixture of shock and fear and embarrassment. he also sees kirishima and izuku grab them up to guide them out of the room.

when you break from the kiss to brush at the hair on the nape of his head, he mumbles, “have i told you how much i love that dress on you?”

you giggle a little and lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth, “a few times. but you can keep telling me if you want. ‘s not like i’ll get tired of hearing it,” you whisper to him and it’s like you’re the only people in the room. he’ll tell you about what spurned this on another day. in the meanwhile, he bask in your attention until he has to go and entertain those useless jerks. it’s not like he’s going to employ any of them.

bakugou would say this is a mission accomplished in his book. yeah, he’s a little jealous and possessive. but with the way you look at him, he finds himself caring less and less about what others have to say about you.

doesn’t mean he won’t try knock them in the side of their head if the time calls for it.

#katsuki is so cute when he’s jealous i love him #bakugo x reader #not proofread at all mb y’all #bakugo x y/n #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki fluff #bakugou x reader #i like writing now if you guys couldn’t tell #bakugou katsuki #༝˚૮ .♡ katsuki.#✎𓂃stamped: (my hero academia)。°˖⌕

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yndrgrl · 10 days

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your boyfriend, katsuki bakugo, loves you dearly, but you're scared you'll never be deserving of him

cute lil dabble. lowkey songfic. fem! reader. angst to comfort. fluff. established relationship. any au. overthinking! reader.

warnings: there are none :D

a/n: picture a "too sweet" by hozier girl x "i wanna be yours" by arctic monkeys boy relationship !

katsuki is always characterized as hostile yet calculating, a man who knows exactly what he wants. he's destined to be the top of the food chain, everyone knows it. he's powerful man with a deadly gorgeous face, his fangirls would describe.

& in comes you. plain old you.

you honestly have no idea what katsuki sees in you. like, if you're digging deep in yourself, maybe he likes your for your dark, crude sense of humor that always seems to make him belly laugh.

it's said that he's an early bird. he's awake before you every single day, asleep & sound by 8:30-- on the weekends, he'll push it to 10:00. before you've said your first words of the day, he's already made his side of the bed, made & ate breakfast, put away the laundry, & is off to his morning run after his morning workout. his good habits he's developed early in life has benefited him in every way.

he never procrastinated on chores, his paper work is flawless, & you could learn a thing or two from his time management skills. he's always making time for spontaneous dates you wanna go on, festivals you wanna visit, & he makes sure that the pantry is stacked with your favorite snacks. any of your interests are his interests, even if he doesn't fully understand it.

when it comes to katsuki, you ought to wonder if he ever wants to experience something different from his strict, repetitive lifestyle. you sometimes feel stupid for wanting more out; you want to travel somewhere far away, you want to go out clubbing with a bunch of strangers, you want to move to the country side & live in a cottage. katsuki always reels in your dreams, encouraging you but also reminding you that you need to stay consistent to achieve them. you're jealous with how fast he can accept reality.

"babe? you listening?" katsuki questioned, snapping you out of your thoughts. you blinked a couple of times then nodded almost-too enthusiastically. he let out a little chuckle & stroked your cheek with his thumb. "what're you thinking about?"

"nothing, i'm sorry," you sighed with your hands in your lap. you both were on the couch, doing your own thing. he was on his phone, & you were supposed to be doing some work on your laptop, but you found yourself spacing out again.

"don't apologize. i'm just curious about what's going on in that pretty, little head of yours," he told you before he took your hand & pressed his lips against your knuckles. you thought to yourself, i'm not good enough for this man.

you debated whether or not to tell the truth. on one side, he has been your devoted boyfriend for years now, but on the other, he could just be asking out of curtesy. like, what if he actually does not care at all- "(y/n)? talk to me. i know you have something you wanna say," katsuki commented, scooting closer to you. he set the pillow that you placed your laptop on the coffee table so he could get your undivided attention. he caressed your thigh to help ground you.

you stayed silent for a moment, & he waited patiently. you swallowed, your eyes darted from his piercing red ones to the floor to his hands. finally, you said, "you're too sweet for me." he laughed & laughed, & you couldn't help but crack a smile. "what? what's so funny?" you pouted.

"sorry for laughing, princess. it's just no one ever calls me sweet. like, ever," admitted katsuki as he settled down from his fit of laughter. what he said was true though, he didn't have a problem with it. he was not sweet at all, he was rough around the edges & egotistical with the skills to back him up. he only ever thinks about himself & you. "but what makes you say that, hm?"

"well, for one, you always treat me out & take me anywhere i want. we never go where you wanna go," you pointed out, jabbing your finger in his toned chest playfully.

"that doesn't make me sweet. i have the money, & i don't fuckin' care about where we go to eat."

you chose to ignore him, rolling your eyes at him because that was his excuse every time. "two, you're literally in the prime of your life, & you choose to go to sleep at 8:30? how do you sleep so well?"

"(y/n), what is this really about?" he questioned. katsuki brushed your hair away from your face, tucking the silky strands behind your ear. "& don't lie to me, i know you."

"ugh, fineee," you groaned as you threw your head back. maybe it was for comedic effect, or to gather your thoughts & regulate the tears that started to well in your eyes. "do you think i'm like, worthy of you?"

"worthy of me?"

"yeah, do you think i'm good enough for you?" you rephrased, pulling your hands away from him to rub your upper arm. it's embarrassing to admit something, it's scary too. what if, once you point it out, he'll agree & leave you?

"'course i do! i'm the best around & i got the best fuckin' girl, why are you thinking this shit?" katsuki exclaimed, his passion that you wish you had seeping through to his tone. a moment of thick silence followed, you took a deep breath. you suck at emotions.

"you're too good for me, okay! you're so much stronger than everyone, & if that wasn't enough, you're insanely smart! i'm just... here. average at best. people praise you like the morning after an eternity of darkness. you're the rain after a heatwave. everything works out for you, & i'm just the one holding you back from even better things-"

"babe, you're not holding me back or whatever. you've never held me back," he stated like it was a fact, but you felt as though he was just saying that to calm you down. it angered you, & you were ashamed that you were angry because it wasn't even directed at him, it was directed at the fact you felt unworthy.

"no, you don't get it! i aim low because it's realistic for me, i can't afford to aim for anything else because i'm destined to fail. you, on the other hand... you have so much potential. don't you get embarrassed about having a girlfriend like me?"

"no." he answered so quickly, like it was rehearsed, like he knew what you were going to say. "i've never felt embarrassed of you ever. you're so fuckin' dense, you know that?"

you paused just to stare at him. katsuki sure had a way with comforting people. even after years of being a hero, he never learned how to traditionally comfort people. tough love, everyone would call it. but with you, he forced himself to be tender because you deserve treatment no one else gets from him.

there were so many things he wanted to say to you. don't you realize what you do for him? god, katsuki would go mad living without you now that he knows what life is like with you, his missing rib. the two of you are meant to be, you're two sides of the same coin. so what if he's as bright as the morning? you were his darling night, the very universe was visible through your eyes.

"you must be dense if you really thing you're just average. would i go for an average girl?"

"i mean-"

"no, the answer is no. you're deserving of love, my love. everything you've accomplished, everything you've overcome, you're just diminishing it because what? you think you're dumb or something? you- you..." you're the reason my world goes round, you are so talented, he was so desperate to shout these praises at you.

he was never one for romantic gestures through words. if he did, he would've been the best damn poet in the game. "i am yours."

it was such a simple sentence, yet it shook you to the core. you stared into his lively, crimson eyes. the look he gave you in return made your breath hitch; he was so deeply devoted to you, as deep as the pacific ocean.

you leaned in, capturing him in a kiss. tears rolled down your cheeks, your despair melting away. you felt like the two of you were kids again, sharing your first kiss. how could you doubt a man who so clearly, who so desperately, loves every bit of you.

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loving-august · 10 days

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can i tie a ribbon around your biceps?

pairings. bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

genre. all fluff

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notes. Midterms is coming close and instead of studying, my mind popped an idea after the IG reel I saw months ago :))

You waited.

You waited for this moment to come.

Not that you are nervous around katsuki, goodness no. It's just, Katsuki has a knack of snarky remarks whenever you have something to do to him. And most of the time, he's busy with his job. Saving people from day to night was part of his daily routine. He’s the number 2 hero, of course. Although he’s not the actual number one hero, your words of praise kept him going. He’ll tease you for a sap. But he’s thankful enough with you staying by his side even during his worst and best times.

You waited for him from the living room as you lay down on the couch, scrolling with your phone. Soon, a sound came from outside. The sound of heavy boots and the sound of the key from the main door, indicates that he’s home. He always tells you to lock the main door even if you are still in the shared apartment with him, he cannot let any danger come to you.

The door opened, revealing your boyfriend in all his glory. He was wearing his black t-shirt, with his hero costume underneath and he was holding a briefcase with his gauntlets inside.

“I'm home.” he announced.

You rose from the couch and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Welcome home, katsuki, have you eaten yet? I have leftovers. Your mom gave me food for the both of us.”

Katsuki grumbled, and he silently placed his things at the corner of the living room. The sound of his home slippers came closer to you as he inspected the food inside the Tupperware. “What did she bring?” He asked.

You let out a sly smile. “My favourite."

“Ha? That's the third time she gave us,” he went closer to the kitchen counter and took the Tupperware.

“Are you jealous?”

“hell no.”

You laughed at his reply. It is true that this was the third time that Mitsuki sent your favorite food whenever she dropped by the apartment.

Katsuki silently washed his hands as you prepared his food. After preparing, katsuki sat down and you sat down oppositely to him, giving the heart eyes to look at him.

“you're so handsome. Did I tell you that?” You started.

Before he took a bite, he looked at you with his eyebrow raised at you. “Don't beat around the bush. What do you want?”

He knows when you want something or him to do something. It's always that look you give him.

“Oh, you know… the ribbon thing with your biceps. Can I tie a ribbon around your biceps?” You popped the question.

“Headlock wasn't enough for ya? Such a greedy girl,”

“Come on! Wrapping a ribbon around your biceps is cute! But it would be hotter if you flexed your muscles and the ribbon would just snap, pretty please?”

He was speechless. Just how are you desperate to do that?

“Fine. But you're washing the dishes until tomorrow night.”

“I accept!”

You hurriedly left the dining table and went to your shared room. You quickly look for the ribbon inside the drawers of your closet. When you left the table, he let out a light chuckle.

“So fucking cute..” he said to himself.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED !!

#๑.made by aug #bnha x reader #bakugou fanfiction #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katuski #bnha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou x reader fluff #bakugou x you

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angelshimaa · 4 months

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━━ [ 𝟒:𝟐𝟗 ] ;; 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

✧ cw :: fem!reader (bkg calls reader 'my girl' once), fluff, bkg calls you ‘babe’ once, hinted at that denki has a crush on you, you just wanna braid his hair

✧ a/n :: finally some fluff 🤭 i actually really liked writing this one !!

“your hair is actually a curse.”

your words come out a little above a whisper, absent-minded as you play with his hair, his head resting in your lap. granted, the blond hair is softer than it looks, but its uneven spikes barely allowed for any diversity in hairstyles.

“like, what do you mean i can't braid it?” this isn't the first time this exasperated complaint is voiced and you hear bakugou snort, the corners of his lips tilting upwards in a half-grin.

“thank god, i’d look like shit with braids.” you try to envision them on him, but the fact that his face is upside down doesn’t help at all. what you do see is the light from the warm day peaking through the thin curtains to kiss his face, and you're reminded of how unnecessarily pretty your boyfriend is.

“who said you don't already look like shit?” you can't help it, and when he looks up at you, eyebrows raised as if you both know better, you grin and raise yours back— as if to suggest that maybe he doesn't.

“don’t think you'd be here if i did, babe.” his grin looks boyish and you can't understand why he prefers contorting his features into a grimace.

it's your turn to snort, fingers sectioning some of his choppy bangs off to as to fiddle around with them specifically. “maybe i’m into guys who look like shit, katsuki. ever think about that?”

“if you were, you would be in dunceface’s room right now, not mine.” it's too quick of a response to not have been thought of before, and you flick the top of his forehead. he's done it to you many times before, and you understand why— it was a little fun.

“kaminari is actually really nice, katsu, leave him be.”

bakugou rolls his eyes— of course you'd think he's nice. “he’s even better when he's not hitting on my girl— he should try that sometime.” you chuckle at his grumbling, eyebrows knitted together to frame his eyes. he's cute when he's harmlessly jealous.

“even if he was— i fear my heart is already taken.” you fake a look of sorrow. “a shame, really.”

katsuki's eyes gleam in daylight as he scoffs. “‘a shame’ my ass— you're so in love with me it makes you look stupid.”

he's right, the both of you know he is. neither of you would have it any other way.

“you say that as if you don't kiss the ground i walk on, katsu.” your smile is softer and it sends a pang to his heart.

“and you deserve every kiss.” it's a cheesy line, one a past him would likely cringe at, but he finds no shame in making his devotion to you well known.

you dip your head down to give him a peck on the lips, grinning. the heart eyes he gives you when you're that close has the butterflies resting in your stomach kick up. “that’s what i thought, katsuki. now... have you ever thought about straightening your hair?”

you laugh at the horror that crosses over his face, scowl settling in his face as if to tell you to not even think about it— it doesn't matter how badly you want to braid it.

katsuki's whipped. he knows from the way he thinks you laugh like a summer afternoon, warm and excited, but even he had his limits.

✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

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megumishotgf · 6 months

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more jjk + mha fic recs !! ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ

in my unemployed era so i have hours to scroll on this damn app... here are more fics that i loved!! featuring: megumi, satoru, nanami, toji, yuuji, yuuta, katsuki, izuku, shouto (whew there's a lot of them today. your girl has been READING) credits to all these talented writers!! pls check them out!! masterlist more fic recs pt. i pt. iii

: ̗̀➛ megumi fushiguro x reader

you and gumi bond over books (he reads a book you're interested in just so you have someone to discuss it with. bawling)

multiple-part enemies to lovers smau!! (this is SO FUNNY. i cried from laughter more than once)

more enemies to lovers (lengthier fic, so so good + smutty)

you give megumi valentines day chocolates (so so cute he just loves u so much)

secret relationship trope + poor yuuji walks in on you making out (poor baby is traumatised)

more secret relationship + getting caught (i love this one so much)

your silly tired bf just wants kisses

it's late, you're wandering in your ducky slippers and see megumi patching himself up

megumi falls in love with milf! reader (omfg... i love this sm. i've never considered being a cougar until now)

friends to lovers with megumi (high school a.u + gumi buys reader sanrio)

thinking about megumi's hands (i js know they are pretty. thinking of all the unspeakable things they can do)

comforting insecure megumi (my poor baby. a lil angst but dw there's a happy ending)

: ̗̀➛ kento nanami x reader

kento comes home early (so cute and precious. im crying i need him to be real so bad)

he gets hurt bad and you can't stop crying (angsty but also fluffy don't worry this doesn't end like shibuya)

: ̗̀➛ toji fushiguro x reader

riding toji until he whimpers omfg (he gets embarrassed and teaches you a lesson ahhh)

your fiancee toji finally gets freed from prison (they finally freed my man anyway you suck him off while he drives omfg)

sex as payback for your noisy ass neighbours (im losing it)

really cute dating headcanons

more on toji being a simp for you (HES SOOO)

: ̗̀➛ satoru gojo x reader

"my girl is mad at me i hope i die" that's it

y/n + satoru being stupidly in love (now this one has a kick to it.i'm crying)

satoru is obsessed with you but you're oblivious (pining satoru)

boyfriend texts w/ satoru

fucking satoru in the prison realm (AHHHH)

satoru begs to fuck you at some high profile event (u js look so cunty in that outfit and it drives him crazy)

car sex with satoru AHHH

satoru lets u try on his blindfold (hes such so :( so so adorable)

you get hurt and satoru is worried (wow this is so well written. happy ending + gojo centric)

: ̗̀➛ yuuji itadori x reader

fucking ur friend yuuji in a club bathroom (this is so so good)

"if we had a baby would it be mine or sukuna's" (this is hilarious)

yuuji comforts his gf who's not his 'usual type' (its me im the short gf with a big chest) (i’ve been coming back to reread this daily)

: ̗̀➛ yuuta okkotsu x reader

blowing ur big dick bf yuuta (canon)

really really romantic sex w/ yuuta (straight up making love)

: ̗̀➛ katsuki bakugo x reader

domestic headcanons (i love them and i love him. help)

more cute relationship headcanons

katsuki is obsessed with gossiping and eavesdropping when you and your friends spill the tea (this is so funny i love it sm)

dragging katsuki to the club bathroom because u love him (this is so wholesome im crying)

kiri notices how whipped katsuki is for you

guard dog katsuki is jealous

: ̗̀➛ izuku midoriya x reader

mating press with izuku (this actually drives me crazy. written so well and in character)

izuku is just so fucking precious (i can't take it anymore)

: ̗̀➛ shouto todoroki x reader

shouto gets halved by a quirk but not like gojo, there's js two of him (there is one obvious thing to do now)

dr. todoroki promises to breed you properly (i'm convulsing)

you're insecure after giving birth and shouto comforts you (with loving words and his dick)

resolving an argument w/ ur bf shouto (so cute!!)

eating u out in the kitchen (omfg)

there is an overwhelming amount of smut i'm sorry this is kind of embarrassing i'm just super horny lmao

#mha x reader #jjk x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #satoru gojo x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #kento nanami x reader

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touyasdoll · 1 year

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Like a Sister

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x best friend's little sister!reader

! Disclaimer ! NO INCEST. NO STEPCEST. absolutely nothing against those who write/read that, but this isn't that and I just wanna make that clear <3

Word count: 5k

Warnings: reader is Kiri's adoptive younger sister. I always try to make everything as inclusive as possible, so pls let me know (politely!) if I failed somewhere. fem reader, alcohol, intentionally making someone jealous, reader is wearing a skirt & a charm bracelet, reader gets picked up, missionary/intimate sex, no real prep, lots of feelings involved

Notes: I'm so sorry that this took literally over a year, but I hope that you enjoy it <3

Heartbeats & Handgrenades Masterlist

Your big brother is always looking out for you. You two have been close for as far back as you can remember and he’s always been very protective of you, because the absolute worst thing that he can think of is seeing you get hurt, so he does whatever he can to prevent that.

It’s sweet, of course, and you love him for it. Eijirou is the best sibling that anyone could ask for. It’s nice having someone who cares enough to look out for you the way that he does.

However.

The problem is that he does so damn good of a job trying to look out for you that he ends up scaring off most of the guys you’re interested in.

It started back in your school days. You’re only a year younger than your adoptive big bro, so you almost always attended the same school. But the moment that he put two and two together and realized that boys had taken an interest in you? It was like his protection skills leveled up. It was as if he had developed a sixth sense for when a cute boy was talking to you. He was always just around somehow.

It went beyond your time in school though. It’s now become a sizable problem for you well into your adulthood. The same routine over and over again. The guy you’re talking to finds out that you’re the Red Riot’s little sister and suddenly they’re ghosting you for fear of ending up on his bad side. They’ve seen what he’s capable of. Well, physically capable of. In actuality, you don’t think that anyone who did cross you would get more than maybe a stern talking to from the “fearsome” hero. You can’t really blame them though. Most people don’t look at the rock hard hero and think of him as the teddy bear that you know him to be.

The worst part is that doesn’t even realize that he’s essentially a chronic cockblock and you haven’t ever had the heart to tell him. Not that you think you want to. It is a bit of an awkward conversation to broach with your elder brother. How are you supposed to tell him that him being terrifyingly good at his job is what’s causing all your dick appointments to cancel on you? Especially when he thinks that you’re still such a sweet girl too. Such an innocent girl. Thankfully, he is incorrect there. His brawn doesn’t scare away absolutely everyone that you’re interested in. You’ve had plenty of practice by ways of shallow dating app hookups and bad decisions made after one too many at the bar. But it’s not like you’ve ever brought anyone home to meet the family, so he’s none the wiser to your ways.

You’ve never so much as mentioned anyone you were seeing to your brother, which is fine by him. In his humble opinion, no one’s good enough for you anyway, which is something that he has expressed multiple times; it’s not a secret that’s what he thinks. He’s more than prepared to see you as his pure, innocent little sister forever.

Bakugou though? He has a lot more trouble picturing you as innocent.

He’s spent too many nights fisting his cock to the thought of your tight pussy wrapped around him. He’s imagined the taste of you on his tongue one too many times to see you as the virginal sweetheart that his best friend believes that you are.

He hates himself for it too. Hates that he always ends up here, furiously stroking himself while suffocating the sound of your name on his lips into his pillow, lest his roommate—your brother—hear him. Hates it.

Because as much as he lusts after you, he loves you more. He's had to insist to Mina, who can see through his ruse and has called him out of it before, that he loves you like a sister, but in truth, he loves every little thing about you far beyond that. The sound of your laugh, listening to you talk about your interests, even the face that you make when something’s bothering you. He knows it immediately, because all he does when you’re around is watch you. He wants to know what upsets you, so that he can avoid it, so that he can fix it. So that he can make you happy, because that’s all that he’s ever wanted for you. Happiness.

He couldn't tell you when it started, this little crush of his. As far as he can recall, he's always been drawn to you. You, who would always tag along with the rest of the gang back when you were all in high school. Who never seemed put off by his abrasive personality, even though it was certainly much worse back then. Who, even still today, always offers him a smile and makes his day just a bit brighter with only your presence.

He also couldn't tell you how he felt. First, he had no idea if you felt the same. He liked to think that he was fairly emotionally intelligent, good at reading cues and all that, but when it came to you, he was clueless. And he wasn’t sure that he’d be able to take the rejection.

Little did he know that you were trying to make it obvious. Your innocent schoolgirl crush had turned into something that ran much deeper than that after so many years of knowing Bakugou. Much like your brother, you immediately saw past his tough exterior and came to realize that he's actually one of the most caring and thoughtful people that you've ever met. He's always looking out for others, and you’ve noticed that you are no exception.

He saw you out on a date once, which was the point. You went to his usual coffee shop with some guy, because you knew that he would be there after his shift for an afternoon pick-me-up. You had hoped that it would make him jealous. That maybe you could get a sense for whether or not he harbored the same feelings that you did. Whether or not he had the same recurrent thoughts about the feeling of his skin on yours. You just wanted to know; you wanted an inkling of something to prove that maybe he was just as interested as you.

He did seem irritated beyond that typical gruff facade of his, but he also seemed genuine when he pulled you aside and told you that your date wasn't worth your time. Of course, he'd been right too. Not too long after Bakugou had scooped up his order and bolted, the idiot in question started visibly ogling other patrons in the cafe.

He was always right. About everything. It would honestly be annoying if he wasn't so good at giving advice. You knew that you could always go to him with even the silliest of problems and he'd offer you an attentive ear and a few words of wisdom that you never would've considered on your own. He had a knack for solving your every dilemma.

Which gives you a wicked idea.

He's always helped you out before. So why can't he help you with this little problem that you're having now?

Feeling a stroke of genius, you hatch a plan to send Bakugou signals that he can't miss.

You check the time on your phone. 2:16 PM. Your brother still has plenty of time left during his patrol shift and Katsuki is most likely at the apartment all by himself.

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Half an hour later, you’re rapping your knuckles against the apartment door and before you can even drop your hand back to your side, the door’s swinging open.

Bakugou stands before you in gray sweatpants and a loose muscle tank that may have been a sleeved shirt at one point, but now it’s been cut nearly all the way to the hem on both sides. His face twists in confusion as he looks down at you.

“Didn’t your brother tell you he was workin’ today? He won’t be home for another couple hours.”

“I know,” you say simply, shrugging and clasping your hands behind your back as you stroll inside the apartment. “I came to see you.”

“Me?” He asks, sounding slightly incredulous, though he covers it by clearing his throat. “Why? Ya need somethin’?”

“Yeah, actually. Do you have a minute?”

You go ahead and slip your shoes off by the door before making yourself comfortable on the couch, fanning out your short skirt, so that it drapes across your thigh just right when you cross your legs.

“I’ve always got time for you.”

He shrugs, sauntering over to take a seat on the opposite side of the couch. He angles his body to face you as he sprawls out, his muscular arm laying over the back of the couch, fingers almost near enough to touch your shoulder.

“What’s goin’ on?”

It’s hard to focus on his question when you can see so much of his bare chest beneath his altered tank top, but his voice pulls your eyes to his face and your brain, thankfully, catches up.

“I’ve just been having some boy troubles,” you admit, a soft pout pursing your lips together. You don’t miss the glance that he steals at them.

“Well, that’s your problem,” he scoffs. “Stop dating boys and trying dating a man for a change. Boys are just gonna break your heart. A real man’ll treat ya right.”

“By a real man, do you mean someone like.. you?”

You ask so blatantly that it makes his head spin. He doesn’t even register your hand on his knee until a full two seconds later; he’s too busy trying to process whether or not you actually said what he thinks you said. He looks down and you swear you can sense the nervous energy radiating off of him as he lifts his hand to rest it atop your own. He doesn’t want you to stop touching him, but he’s already picturing folding you in half right there on the couch and he respects his best friend too much to ever do something like that to his sister. Or at least, that’s what he keeps telling himself.

“Someone like me, yeah,” he says as he starts to push your hand away, but he can’t bring himself to actually do it.

He presses his hand down on top of yours and finds the nerve to meet your gaze, which he immediately recognizes as a mistake. That little smile on your lips. The sense of longing that he’s almost certain he can see in your eyes. They’re both dwindling his resolve down to nothing.

“Well, why not you?” You shrug, daring to slip your hand up to his thigh. “Why can’t I have you, Katsuki?”

He can’t believe how simple you’re making it sound. As if you two could be together just like that? What would Kirishima think? What would he do? He’s at a loss for words. He can think of reasons to say no, but all that he wants to say is yes.

“Out of every man that I’ve ever met, you’ve always treated me the best,” you say as you look down at your hands, placing your other one on top of his. “You’re always here for me when I need you. You look out for me. You actually seem to care about how I’m doing. You even pay attention to the little things like how I take my coffee or even when I wear a different perfume. Why shouldn’t I be with a guy who does all of that?”

His heart is pounding in his chest. He’s never actually felt his pulse move quite this fast and considering his line of work, that’s saying something. He opens his mouth, trying to find a way to refuse you, but he can’t. He just can’t.

“You should,” he starts, brows knitting together with regret. “You absolutely should and you shouldn’t settle for anything less, but I don’t.. I don’t know if..”

His lips press together in a hard line. He can’t even say the words. You tilt your head and the disappointed look on your face just about kills him right there.

“It’s okay, I understand. I thought that..” you trail off, looking down as you start to pull your hands away. “I’m sorry. I must’ve been misreading things.”

“No,” he says quickly, sandwiching both of your hands between his own as you lift your head to meet his eyes once more and he finds relief in the hope that he finds there. “No, that’s not it. I,” he sighs. “You didn’t misread anything. I like you. Goddamn, do I fucking like you..”

HIs ruby eyes search your face, a melancholy smile just barely turning up the corners of his mouth. You hold your breath, trying to prepare yourself for the inevitable ‘but’ that you feel coming.

“But I don’t know if I could do that to your brother.”

Your shoulders slump and your face falls too, eyes averting to focus on a spot on the floor as you nod your head. You would try to mask your disappointment, but you can’t seem to. Even in this scenario, being Red Riot’s little sister hinders your romantic prospects.

“I was hoping that because it’s you it wouldn’t be an issue,” you say quietly, retracting your hands as you stand up. “I’m really sorry for bothering you with this. Just don’t even tell him that I was here, please. I’ll get out of your hair before I embarrass myself further.”

You turn to leave and he flies to his feet, reaching out to take your hand and spin you around to face him. His impressively large form looms over you, sizing you up with a genuinely curious expression.

“What do you mean by that? Because it’s me?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug, looking up at him with those doe eyes again. “I just figured that if ever there was a guy that he thought he could trust would treat me right, it’d be you. He respects you more than anyone else he knows. He’s known you forever. He even still looks up to you. If you don’t meet the standard in his eyes then.. I don’t know that anyone ever will.”

He doesn’t know what to say to that. He just stares down at you with knit brows and a scowl on his lips, rendered both pensive and frustrated by just how much sense it makes. He can’t deny that. But he also can’t ignore the seemingly infinite amount of times that Kirishima had warned every single member of their friend group growing up that you were strictly off limits.

Then again. You’re an adult. He’s an adult. And he’s always thought that his friend was a bit too overbearing when it came to your dating life. He gets where he’s coming from; he doesn’t want you dating an asshole, but they’re on the same page there. And this is different. Right? What you’re saying makes sense. He’d never hurt you. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he did. Kirishima would understand this logic, wouldn’t he?

He hoped so.

You’re waiting for him to say something. Do something. Anything. Finally, he seems to snap out of his thoughts and he tugs on your hand, pulling you closer to slip his arm around your waist as his hand leaves yours to cup your cheek. He kisses you the way that he’s wanted to for so, so long and it feels too right to seem like the wrong decision.

It happens so fast that you’re caught off guard. It takes a moment for it to register that this is actually happening, but when you realize, you kiss him back with just as much passion. All that tension is broken, shattered to pieces to leave nothing but a sense of all encompassing need in its place. You press your hands to his chest, fingers tightening around the fabric of his tank to tug impatiently. You’d both waited long enough. You’d both waited long enough for this and it was becoming evident just how little patience the both of you had left by the way that you’re hands are greedily exploring each other’s bodies.

“Are you sure about this?” He manages to mutter between feverish kisses as his hands start to skim beneath your top. “Because I don’t think I’ll survive it if you end up changin’ your mind on me, princess.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” you reply without hesitation, reaching down to pull your top off completely before you reach back to unhook your bra.

You lean in to kiss him again, but he pulls back to take in the sight of you. He’s dreamed about this moment for too long, but it’s clear now that his imagination hasn't been able to do you justice.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says so sincerely that it makes you stop for a moment as your cheeks grow warm.

You lean in again to grab the hem of his shirt, giving him a chaste kiss before you lift it over his head and toss it aside. Your fingertips explore the shape of his abs, traveling up and over his chest until your hands are pressed behind his neck to pull him in once more.

“So are you,” you murmur against his lips, capturing them again to slip your tongue into his mouth.

His large hands find the small of your back before they dip lower to cup your ass. He flips up your skirt and groans when he feels the warmth of your bare skin, massaging your cheeks with a firm but gentle touch. His confidence seems to be growing as quickly as his erection has. You think to yourself that he must not have anything beneath his sweats with the way that you can feel his cock prodding at you.

He helps you shed the rest of your clothing, tugging your panties off along with your skirt before he lifts his arms to let you lift his tank and toss it aside. He’s thoroughly worked up and ready to go, but nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of your palm against his throbbing member. His breath hitches and the noise he makes almost sounds pained. All he can think about is having you wrapped around him. He nearly forgets to breathe as he bucks his hips into your touch. A whine even slips from his lips.

“You really don’t know what you do to me,” he murmurs, eyes closed and hands greedy as they knead the fat of your ass again.

“I think I have an idea,” you reply, wearing a playful smile as you cut to the chase and tug his sweats down to wrap your hand around his fully exposed and swollen cock.

He suddenly stoops down to grab you behind your thighs, effortlessly lifting you up onto his waist as he silences you with a commanding kiss. He steps out of the sweats now pooled around his ankles and carts you off to the bedroom.

Your arms are wound tight around his neck and neither one of you seems to want to come up for air. Even when he lays you down, he keeps his lips moving against yours. You part your legs and his fingertips skim along the outside of your thigh as his hips start to roll. He can’t even pretend that he’s in control of them as his tip begins to press against your slit, begging to part your lips and slip right inside of you.

“Do it,” you beg, the plea hardly a whisper as you continue crashing your lips into his. “Please, Katsuki. I’m ready, I promise. Just fuck me already.”

You shift your hips forward and, as much as he wants to take his time with you, he can’t help himself when you manage to nudge the head of his cock inside of you. He immediately gets lost in the warm, wet, and welcoming sensation of your walls. You apparently weren’t kidding when you said you were ready. He drags his hips back and then allows himself to be sucked in as he slowly sinks himself inside.

The both of you let out a sigh of mutual relief and he pushes himself up, placing his hands on either side of your body to stare down at your perfect face. He gives another roll of his hips and struggles to keep his own eyes open, so that he can watch the way yours fall shut and how your face twists as the pleasure courses through your body. He thinks to himself that it has to be one of the best things that he’s ever been blessed enough to see and he knows that he needs more. He needs to make you feel better than anyone else ever has.

So that’s what he does.

His lips connect with every inch of your skin as he languidly thrusts in and out, allowing you to fully cherish every glorious sensation. The feeling of him stretching you out so slowly, filling you up as his hips gently connect with your own. The loving kisses peppered all the way from your temple to the valley of your breasts. The soft yet sinful sounds of him losing himself within you, his hot breath tickling the shell of your ear as he sinks inside yet again and realizes he never wants to pull out.

You return his gentle touches in kind. Your hands blindly travel along his body, exploring his back, chest, and biceps at a leisurely pace, eager to offer him as many wonderful sensations as he’s lavishing you with until you feel a tightening deep within your belly that inspires you to clutch tight to his back, nails imprinting half moons into his flesh as your legs tighten around his hips.

Without a word, he knows what you need and he gives it to you.

He readjusts, propping himself up further to allow himself more leverage, which he uses to his full advantage as he starts drilling into you, steadily increasing his pace with each thrust of his hips. He tosses his head back, letting out a guttural groan and the odd curse word as his movements become more sloppy, but in the best way.

The both of you become completely tangled up with one another, a mesh of two bodies become one as you move in tandem, trading fervent kisses and wanton moans back and forth until your overcome by pleasure.

Your hands find the fabric of his comforter, now mussed atop his once neatly made bed, and you hold fast to it as your spine bows. Everything is rigid and all too much for a brief second before euphoria explodes throughout your every nerve ending, sending you into a glorious spiral. You call his name again and again in your bliss, too far gone to find any other words. They’ve lost all meaning. You beckon him closer with each utterance and every maddening pulse of your walls around him. He hardly has time to appreciate your orgasm for all it’s worth before his own hits him like a freight train.

“F-fuck!” He growls, overwhelmed by the force with which he cums.

He doesn’t even have the sense to think about pulling out, much less the time to do it before he’s pouring every last drop of his seed deep inside your cunt. He hangs his head, enveloping you in his arms as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, smothering it in kisses as he pants and groans through his release.

Eventually, you both slow to a halt, but you don’t disconnect right away. You exchange more tender touches and gentle nuzzles back and forth, content to maintain your proximity while your blood slowly begins to cool and the thrumming in your chests starts to dissipate, though both of you are pleased to find it never goes away completely. Not like it ever had before when you were around one another, but now that both of you know how the other feels, it’s different. It’s better.

Everything is better.

He opens his mouth to speak, to finally breathe life into those three little words that have died on his tongue countless times throughout the years in his cowardice, but the sound of the lock on the front door clicking open has them perishing yet again.

He freezes, realizing that there’s likely no way out of this now. You’re just as petrified, holding stock still until you hear the door swing open and both of you spring into action. Bakugou clambers off of you to snatch a pair of boxers from his drawer, hopping into them as he swings his bedroom door shut while you scramble beneath the covers to at least protect your modesty. Thankfully, your brother isn’t able to take a peek inside the room. You just hope that he doesn’t recognize your clothing piled beside the coffee table.

“Shit, I guess I should’ve told you I was comin’ home early. Sorry, bro,” Kirishima laughs as his heavy boots can be heard venturing into the living room. “I’m gonna go take a shower. Pretend like I’m not here.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, but it's minimal. You know you have to go and go fast.

“I’ll get your clothes,” Bakugou says quietly, listening at the door for the click of Kirishima’s.

You nod and sit up in the bed, waiting for him to return and hand you your outfit before you slip out from beneath the covers to dress. He does the same, stepping into the same sweats and tank top that you’d torn off of him earlier.

“M’sorry about this,” he mutters, nodding towards the door.

You shake your head, walking closer to wrap your arms around his middle as you tilt your head back and smile at him. His arms fold around you to pull you snug to his chest. You rest a hand on his cheek and pull him into a kiss that’s as sweet and deliberate as he had been with you and he’s grateful for it. He’d been half afraid that you’d scurry away and pretend as if this hadn’t even happened.

“Don’t be. We’ll figure out how to tell him together, okay? I just don’t want it to be this way.”

“Right. I don’t either. We’ll figure it out,” he repeats, his lips turning up in a smile that softens as he studies your features. “We’re gonna have to, because I love you.”

His admission renders you speechless, your eyes widening as heat creeps up the back of your neck. The pulse of your heart starts thumping in your own ears again, hammering throughout your every blood vessel as you will yourself to snap out of it.

“I love you too,” you blurt out unceremoniously, though you know you mean those three little words and the smile on his face says that he knows it too.

“I’m not working tonight. I can come by in a little bit?” He suggests, hopeful that you’ll agree and how could you not?

“I’ll make us dinner,” you confirm, smiling ear to ear as you lean in to kiss him once again.

He tightens his hold on you, finding it more and more difficult to let you go the longer that he has you in his arms, but reluctantly, the two of you soon part and he knows that you have to leave.

He pokes his head out to ensure that the coast is clear before he guides you out of the room and you hurry out the door, turning to blow a kiss over your shoulder before you head down the hall, giddy as you’ve ever been.

Bakugou tidies up his room, mulling over an excuse to offer his best friend until he and Kirishima both end up in the kitchen together.

“Seems like you’ve had a pretty good afternoon, huh?” Eijirou grins and bumps him on the shoulder before he ducks into the fridge for a beer. “Who’s the girl? Anyone I know?”

“Nah, just some girl from the gym. Don’t think you’ve seen her around.”

He feels terrible lying, but he figures it’s for the best, just for the time being. He’ll come clean eventually. No harm, no foul, right?

“Well, good for you, man. It’s good to see you puttin’ yourself out there. I was gettin’ a little worried about you being chronically single,” he jokes, chuckling as he travels into the living room to get comfortable on the couch and flip on the tv.

“Ha, yeah.” He nods, though he’s unable to even look his friend in the face as he snatches his water bottle and heads for the door. “I’m actually going over to her place for dinner, so I’ll probably be back later, but don’t wait up, okay?”

“Okay. Have fun, man,” Kirishima calls back, smiling genuinely as he waves him out the door.

That is, until he notices the small charm on the floor in front of him. He leans forward to pick it up and isn’t difficult for him to put two and two together. The clothes he’d spotted earlier had seemed familiar, but he didn’t think much of it. This, he couldn’t dispute. He knows this charm, because he had gifted it to you just last week as an addition to the bracelet that always adorned your wrist. And, as far as he knew, you hadn’t been over to their place since last month, yet here the charm was.

He doesn’t know what hurts more, that two of his best friends felt like they had to sneak around behind his back or that one of them had just lied to his face about it.

I know I didn’t have to end it this way. the impulsive thoughts won today and I’m sorry about it ajdhsh but thank you so much for reading!! 💕 take a forehead kiss on your way out *mwah*

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Jealous Ex!Katsuki x Fem!Reader

A/N: this is totally not based off of how i wish my ex acted when i had a creep hitting on me ha.

MDNI - SMUT BELOW CUT.

WARNINGS: ANGST/COMFORT, SLEAZY CREEP, HURT, UNPROTECTED SEX, RECONCILIATION SEX, DRUNK SEX

It’s been six months. And I’m one drink down for every month since he left me. So I really shouldn’t feel as sick as I do when a random wraps their arm around my waist.

He tugs me into his scrawny, shirtless figure and my stomach lurches.

Everything smells of stale cigarette smoke.

This is wrong.

Gently I push the stranger off, wandering back towards the bar. A tired smile from the bartender greets me.

“Hi lovely,” I smile, jumping up on the barstool.

“What can I do for you babes?” The small person hums, mousy hair flopping across their face.

“Can you make me another one of those yummy cocktails? Y’know, the one with the fireball and the-” I start, leaning inwards.

“The one that tastes like autumn?” They finish, a knowing smile.

“Yes!” I can feel my head slosh as I nod. Maybe I’m more tipsy than I thought.

Unwanted arms twist around my waist yet again.

“Hey pretty,” Unkempt long hair tickles my shoulder. Hot breath on my neck.

“I’m gonna go back to dancing,” I excuse myself, untangling us. Clutching my drink, I weave in and out of the crowd. The warmth is more uncomfortable than it was before, sticky and clammy.

A pain in my shoulder, my drink wasted on myself and the floor.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry” I start, embarrassment heating my cheeks.

“Hey, watch where you’re-” A voice, so familiar it hurts. Low, and consistently gravelly.

“y/n.” Shock changes his tone. Aggression turns soft. My heart squeezes.

Six months.

Six months and I’m still so undeniably in love with Bakugou Katsuki it hurts me.

“Hi,” I mumble, eyes trained on my hands.

He clears his throat and my eyes can’t help but follow the noise.

Rubies.

I always said his eyes were rubies.

Not the blood of his enemies, like Kaminari so often joked.

Rubies.

Warmth and pain mixes inside of me, and I find myself biting my tongue.

I love you.

It would be so easy to say.

“Aww did you spill ya drink pretty? ‘S okay, I’ll get you another one.” Cigarette overtakes my smell and I do everything not to gag.

“Um, I’m actually gonna head home.” Shaking the man off yet again, I go to turn around.

“Ooh, ready for some fun are we? Lead the way, beautiful.” Hands around my waist, and my throat closes.

“No.” I shake my head, squirming out of his arms yet again.

“Aww, but baby” His arms are tighter this time, face nuzzled into my neck.

“Oi, she told you to fuck off.” Katsuki steps forward, and I go to turn my head.

“Ha, you’re just jealous that I’m gonna get somma this tonight.” Wet warmth trails up my neck and I cringe away.

Stifling hold is suddenly tugged away.

“She’s not interested, dickhead. Now fuck off before I make you.” Katsuki’s voice is grim, fearless. All I can focus on is wiping the saliva off my neck.

“Fuckin fine. She’s not that cute anyway.” I hear a huff becoming more and more distant.

Another arm. New, but old; drapes across my shoulders.

“Gonna walk you home to make sure no more creeps try’nd attack you.” Katsuki mumbles, gently guiding me through the crowd.

“Thanks,” I whisper.

The outside air is cold, drawing me closer to the man’s core heat. Small sparks on my shoulder act as a radiator.

The walk is quiet, and my head swims too much to understand if its comfortable or uncomfortable.

Only when we reach my apartment, does his warm arm leave me.

As if it’s muscle memory, he lifts up the pot plant; grabbing the spare key and letting us in. Kicking off my shoes, I wander towards the next best warmth I can get.

My bed is cushy, a welcome comfort.

Katsuki enters not too long after, water and toast in hand.

“You need to eat before you sleep,” He says, plopping down next to me.

Rubies, full of warmth.

“Why are you being so nice?” I mumble, eyes stinging.

I miss this. I miss him.

“Cause I fucked up,” He whispers.

“What did you do this time, Bakugou?” I sigh, picking up the glass.

“I hurt someone because I didn’t want them to hurt me first.”

My heart hitches.

“But then I realised that all I did was hurt both of us, for no goddamn reason.” The water splashes against the sides of the glass as I tremble uncontrollably.

“She won’t even say my name anymore.” The grief is heavy in his voice, breaking it gently. And I can’t hold back my tears.

“You said you didn’t love me anymore,” My voice warbles past the lump in my throat.

“I knew you could do better,” He mumbles, picking at the duvet he helped me choose.

“I don’t want better!” I cry, gripping the glass.

“I want you.” Glancing over, I can’t help but stare.

Bakugo Katsuki does not cry.

Yet diamonds fall from rubies.

“Then be mine again. Please.” He whispers, voice catching.

And all I can do is nod.

Coolness of glass leaves my hands. Warmth cradles my cheeks.

“Thank you baby,” His lips meet mine, and I’m home.

Home tastes like cheap cola from the bar.

Home is our teeth clashing as we smile through tears and kisses.

Home is my fingers twisting through staticy blond.

“I missed you so much,” I whisper against his jaw.

“Missed you more.” Strong arms pull me effortlessly into his lap. His hands stay on my hips, tracing gentle circles.

“Lemme show you how much I missed you.” Katsuki asks, tugging me impossibly closer. Kisses tickle down my neck, and my entire body floods with adoration.

“Please,” I nuzzle into his hair, savouring the closeness. I jerk my neck away as he gently bites exactly where he knows I hate.

“Katsuki,” I whine, shoving his face away. A warm chuckle reverberates through his chest. The sound is contagious, making bubbles in my chest.

“You’re an ass,” I bite back my smile, gentling pushing him further.

“Yeah, but I’m your ass.” He mumbles, pulling me back in. Arms push me down, feeling him grow beneath me.

My body clenches excitedly, as familiar hands start tracing up my stomach.

“Take this stupid thing off,” His voice vibrates against my neck, as he tugs at the hem of my top.

“Hm,” I muse loudly, deciding to have some fun. “No, I don’t think so.”

“You little shit,” He growls fondly, pushing the top up as his hands wander further. A gentle squeeze to my breasts is all I need to continue my attack on his jaw.

“But I’m your little shit,” I mock inbetween kisses. I feel his jaw clench beneath my touch.

“Alright, thats it.” He huffs, wrapping an arm around my waist.

Suddenly, I’m off his lap; the bed bouncing at my sudden shift in weight. The bubbles in my chest build until they burst into a fit of giggles.

“There’s my pretty woman,” Katsuki smiles, eyes soft. Gently, he fully removes my top. And then his own.

The warmth of skin on skin is a comfort I’ve missed oh so much.

Obviously, Katsuki missed it just as much; face disappearing into the valley between my breasts.

Soft kisses leave pins and needles, and I reach for his hand. In an instant, our fingers are interlocked.

Like he never left.

I revel in the moment, using my free hand to trace patterns on his shoulders.

Small sparks greet my skin as his other hand massages my thigh. I feel myself dampen at the closeness - leaning into his touch.

“You sure you want this pretty woman? You’re still tipsy,” Its so odd, hearing such soft words from such a hardened, aggressive man.

“Please, Kats” I breathe, moving my hand to his hair. A hum of agreement, and his loving assault continues.

I keep tracing patterns, unintentionally digging down as his hands get close to where I want them - no - need them to be.

A ghost of a touch, and I’m pushing myself up to meet him.

“Missed me that bad, did we?” He scoffs in amusement, fingers circling my clothed clit.

“Like you’re one to talk,” I mumble, cheeks heating. Softly grinding on me, my breath hitches.

“Sorry baby, but I’m not waiting anymore,” He whispers, pulling my panties off; his boxers following suit.

Rubies bore into me, sparkling with adoration.

And suddenly, pain and pleasure all in one.

“C’mon, you’re okay. You can take it.” Katsuki praises as he thrusts in. I blink through watery eyes, nodding.

The movement is slow at first, just until the pain falls away.

Then, its relentless.

The sound of skin on skin echoes through my small apartment, going at an unholy speed. My toes scrunch as I’m sent into ecstasy.

“See how much I missed you?” Hands grasp my hair, moving my head to the side to leave kiss after kiss.

“See how much I love you?” He grunts into my neck, suckling right near my jaw. Words fail, leaving me only able to whimper in response.

“Yeah that’s right,” He whispers to me, fastening his pace. More whines bubble past my lips.

“Love you so much, never gonna leave again, you hear that?” His words a near hiss, nipping my neck gently.

“Kats, kats, please,” I beg, gripping onto him for dear life. My stomach coils, and I don’t know how long I’ll last.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” He encourages, pushing deeper, faster.

I break, legs spasming as I gush.

But Kastuki doesn’t stop.

Instead, he pushes my ankles up near my ears - keeping his relentless pace. Tears spill over my cheeks at the overstimulation.

“Just a little longer, okay?” He promises, hot breath painting my thighs. I nod frantically, practically melting into the bed.

But the coil tightens again, and I can’t help but squirm.

“Come on, together this time. Where do you want me?” Katsuki asks, somehow pumping harder.

“Inside,” I croak through tears. It’s too much.

An eyebrow raises.

“You wan’t me to make you a mama, that it?” He huffs, beads of crystalline sweat coating his brow.

“Mhm,” I whine, clenching at the thought.

“Fuck, y/n.” He grunts, burying himself into me.

Warmth floods me, and my blond lover collapses ontop of me.

“Love you so much, Katsuki,” I whisper, tangling my hands through his hair. I press a gentle kiss to his temple.

“Love you more, dumbass.” He sighs, kissing wherever he can reach.

-BONUS-

“I guess this means you’re reinvited to Tsu and ‘Chako’s wedding.” I hum, scratching his head.

“The fuck you mean ‘reinvited’?” Katsuki snarls sleepily, nuzzling into my neck.

“Honey, you were my plus one. You never got your own invite,” I gently remind him, amusement tickling my insides.

“What cunts.” He grumbles, pulling me close.

“Katsuki!”

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jellyfishandry · 19 days

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Izuku w/ a drop dead gorgeous s/o

Content: Reader has hair, established relationship, kissing, gn reader, some jealously and insecurity,

A/N: I was gonna add Katsuki too, but Izuku's got pretty long, so I'll probably put his in a separate post.

Despite training to be a hero, his self-esteem isn't the highest. So he has no idea why someone as stunning as you would want to date him. When he asked you out he was kinda expecting you to reject him. But you didn't. Receiving kisses from you makes him red, especially if he's around his classmates or friends. He loves forehead kisses. They're so sweet and comforting and he likes the feeling of you brushing his bangs out of the way. Whenever you walk into the room (especially when it's early in the relationship,) his cheeks get a little pink, and he has to take a moment to collect himself. You're just so attractive he can't help it. He's aware of the looks you get, and it doesn't really bother him. But if someone is being weird or making you uncomfortable then he gets frustrated and a little jealous. There are times where he questions your attraction towards him. He doesn't feel like he's handsome enough to even be seen with you… But you quickly notice that something is off, and you ask him about it. He's hesitant at first to tell you, but he does. And he feels a lot better when you reassure him that you love him for who he is, and not anyone else. He loves seeing your gorgeous face every time he opens his phone. Especially when you haven't seen each other in a while. Your voice too. He loves hearing you talk. It's like music to his ears and it calms him. But he actually gets surprised and a little flustered when you comment on the things he's ranting about. He's used to people tuning him out, so it's a pleasant surprise when you listen to him. And the look on your face makes him feel so loved. A small smile on your lips, and your eyes completely focused on him. At first it made him nervous, having your undivided attention for such a long time. He wanted to impress you with the new things he had learned, that he'd start stuttering and tripping over his words. Eventually he becomes comfortable enough to be cuddling with you while he rants. He really likes when you play with his hair. Especially when he's having a rough day. He’ll gladly do the same for you, he loves the feeling of your hair between his fingers. Around others he might seem like he's overly clingy, but he isn't. He's very clear with boundaries, and he'd never do anything to make you uncomfortable. He'll ask to hold your hand or simply touch you. Your boundaries are very important to him. And if someone else crosses your boundaries, he'll be quick to tell them to back off and stop bothering you. He loves going shopping with you and he really thinks you look good in anything. He wants to see you in the clothes you love and are comfortable in. He can't deny that the first time he saw you out of your school uniform, he was absolutely blown away at how stunning you looked in your clothes of choice. Every time you kiss him he's amazed at how soft your lips are. He sometimes feels bad though because his lips are often dry and chapped. But when you tell him that it doesn't make a difference and you love kissing him no matter what, he feels better. He might end up coming to you and asking about what chapstick is most effective. He just kinda assumes you know because your lips are so soft and smooth. During longer kisses he'll occasionally grab your sleeves or arms. Your kisses practically break him, so he has to hold onto you so he can ground himself and not fall over… You don't mind though. It's honestly kinda cute. If you cup his face or play with his hair during a kiss, he might just melt in the spot. He's so thankful to have someone as amazing as you as his partner. He loves you so much.

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slut4sugu · 7 months

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I just know Katsuki has a thing for black girls, espicalllyyy the thicc black girls

(This Drabble is for my black sisters!)

Big eyes, stretch marks, moles, big forehead it doesn’t matter. Seeing a pretty lil thing shine in the sunlight with those beautiful brown eyes is all he needs to fall in love. So when he comes home to your shared apartment and sees you on the couch mindlessly watching some dumb crime show he can’t help but be in awe at the angel curled up on his couch, your pink bedazzled bonnet on (that he bought for your birthday) that matched your cute hello kitty sleepwear. The pink and white shorts hugging your ass so nicely and the tank top revealing the white Lacy bra that was hiding just below the hem. You were absolutely adorable yet so sexy at the same time, so without saying a word he got changed after a couple minutes came back into your shared living room and made himself comfy on your thighs. “Hi katsuuu.” You’re sweet voice always managed to make a smile tug at his lips, “Hey pinky, missed ya loud ass.” You rolled you’re eyes before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the blondes forehead. “Missed you too, you came in a little late so you missed the recap. Want me to fill you in?” He didn’t ever care much for crime shows since he got the real deal at work but seeing you so happy to give him the ‘tea’ about what happened on criminal minds was too cute. “Sure sweets what happened this time.”

(Def has a thing for: streetwear girls, earthy girls, artsy girls, girls who are in boxing, soccer, track, and basketball, sneaker heads, sweet tooth’s, and soft girls.)

BONUS !!

ʚ 🍓ɞ he gets jealous every time you drool over Morgan, so he’ll get more quiet and touchy whenever he comes on the screen.

ʚ 🍓ɞ he even mutes the tv when he starts talking to Penelope since you said his voice was hot (ITS FUCKING SHEMAR MOORE OFC HIS VOICE IS HOT)

ʚ 🍓ɞ one night he was feeling petty and he stuffed his fingers in your cunt and asked you whos better <33

#🌸. 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐌 #bakugou x reader #bakugou x black reader #mha x black reader smut #mha x black female reader #mha x black reader #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou x you #bakugou katsuki #bakugou fluff #mha x female reader #mha x fem!reader #mha x reader #black reader #🌸.kam gushing #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #bakugou imagine #mha imagines

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oshiawaseni · 1 year

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Remember when Kacchan complained about Izuku obviously skulking around with All Might and how they need to be less conspicuous about their connection with each other? When you think about it, no one cared that much what the heck Izuku was up to… except for Kacchan himself. And in hindsight, that interaction is just so freaking cute. Just because this guy is always hyper aware of Izuku and the people surrounding him and absolutely concerned with his business, he thinks others will be too.

Take Season 2 for example at the sport festival… How did he even come to eavesdrop on Todoroki in the first place? By following and being invested in what Izuku was doing with him because Kacchan got so jealous about Todoroki declaring war on his shitnerd 😩 he couldn’t stand the idea of them going off alone somewhere together.

Stop the cap. You were there because you followed Izuku, Katsuki.

Kacchan’s always overly concerned about Izuku and on top of that, he was jealous of Shouto taking his rival nerd from him. So when he got curious seeing them go off somewhere alone, he followed them and eavesdropped.

And another time he eavesdropped on Izuku in Heroes Rising.

He’s so focused on whatever Izuku’s doing or saying, he tunnel visions like hell. Here he forgot about his icey and it melted off the stick.

Not only does he always give Izuku his undivided attention, he definitely wants it returned.

Izuku’s always looked at his back, right? Whether that was walking behind him in the woods, or being seated behind him in class... I think at some point Katsuki came to crave his gaze on him and secretly loved his praise too and that feeling was exposed in the joint training arc with his “Keep your eyes on me, Deku” 😂

Oh Katsuki don’t lie ❤️

You knew he’d be watching you like this with his big and shiny doe eyes didn’t you ;)

Turns out you’re allowed to be obsessed with Kacchan, Izuku. He was just being a hypocritical tsundere whenever he said stuff like this:

Remember when there were a bunch of Kacchan apologists that victim blamed Izuku for sticking around when he was told to leave him alone? What if I told you Katsuki never truly wanted Izuku to leave? Because if he did leave, then who would Kacchan stalk? 😂

Honestly!!! Kacchan’s Izuku complex and how he projected it onto him like Deku is the only one who’s obsessed, is one of my biggest sources of amusement with this ship. Heh. 🤭 They are true equal partners in a lot of ways…

Between all the “Did I do better than Deku?”,

the eavesdropping

and every single time Katsuki targeted him, if you’re able to describe all of this as nothing other than PURE UNADULTERATED OBSESSION...?

DING DING DING. You’re damn right it is!

Then you flip the hate around because it turns out he was wrong to hate that person in the first place after all, and what does Katsuki’s obsession start to look like? Maybe a little something like this.

They’re obsessed with each other and always have been and this is perfectly fine. It used to be very antagonistic attention on Katsuki’s end but his attention has since become all soft and gentle because now..? Now he’s just in love. ❤️ And that’s the tea~ ☕️

#Kacchan calling Deku stalker is literal pot meet kettle #kacchans obsession is so obvious 😩#he's adorable #like in hindsight of everything he ever said lmfaooo #bakudeku #also...#bkdk canon #op #bnha meta #Kacchan loves deku #kacchan was the one interested in izuku deep in his heart from the start lmfao #though izuku never denied himself the self satisfaction of his admiration of kacchan #kacchan slowly coming to terms with being JUST AS OBSESSED with izuku is such a blessing #I excavated this post from deep within the drafts xD #its always bothered me when people downplayed the fact THEY ARE BOTH OBSESSED WITH EACH OTHER and that is OKAY #bc it is okay #its okay if its kacchan <3 #thank you guys for supporting Kacchan’s obsession along with me #1k #everyone knows he’s such a huge simp… I love that for him #must read meta

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katsukichu · 7 days

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 - 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐠𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Not the fic I wanted to upload for Katsuki's birthday but something I quickly threw together

The city lights danced beneath the night sky as Dynamight soared through the air, his eyes grew tired while his heart weighed heavy realising he's late and was not able to celebrate with you. It was his birthday, but hero duty called louder than celebration. Patrols stretched late into the night and he had to fulfil his duty of ensuring the safety of the city.

00:33 21 April 2024

The clock ticked past midnight, as he returned home. Exhaustion weighed heavy on his shoulders, but a flicker of anticipation burned within him. Pushing open the door, he stepped into the warmth of your shared apartment.The sight that greeted him brought a soft smile to his lips, despite the weariness. Birthday decorations adorned the living room along with an assortment of his favourite baked goods.

A note on the table that read :

Hi honey Happy Birthday again, I know you hate parties but I wanted to have something cute since this is the first birthday we're celebrating in our new home! I got some treats for us from that bakery you like and I made some of your favourite foods and treats in the fridge <3 y/n

Katsuki has the biggest smile as he reads the note and an even bigger one when he sees you on the couch cuddling a Dynamight plush. He leaves the plush aside because he's jealous because why would you need that when you have the real thing?

He tries his best to pick you up carefully so he doesn't wake you up - carrying you effortlessly in his strong arms he takes you to the bedroom and places you gently on the soft sheets. You stirred slightly, murmuring his name and slightly opening your eyes. Realising it's actually him you hug him closely and cover his face in kisses while apologising for falling asleep when you wanted to stay awake and surprise him.

“It's alright sweetheart - I love and appreciate everything you've done for me but let's go to bed now it's late. We can pick up from here in the morning.“

Hmmm is all you're able to respond with. You've had an extremely busy day. Doing preparations for his birthday, cooking,baking as well as entertaining family and friends that came over hoping to see Katsuki.

As Katsuki tucks you into bed he notices a neatly wrapped gift on the nightstand. He's said multiple times that he didn't want presents because he didn't want you spending your money on him. Regardless he carefully unwrapped the present to find a handmade photo album, filled with memories of your time together. Each page held a snapshot of your adventures and laughter frozen in time.

A warmth spread through Katsuki's chest as he flipped through the pages. The last page did not have a picture yet but had the caption - 20 April 2024 Katsuki's Birthday - First birthday celebrated in our new home!.

For years Katsuki has loathed his birthday - he never understood why people would be happier to get older. Katsuki never needed extravagant parties or lavish gifts that his parents and friends would try and force him to enjoy.

As he tucks himself in - entwined in each other's arms, Katsuki knew that he was home.

“All I need is you.”

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short-black-diamond · 10 months

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Jock vs. Nerd, pt. 2

Part one

taglist: @kyojuro05, @keentreecrusade

According to @keentreecrusade, I will make this part spicy. So buckle up, my loves!

Warnings: Smut, soft sex, fem!reader x Izuku, virginity loss, hopefully well-written intercourse and dating, also jealous Bakugo again

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{ Last time:

The jock was standing in the corridor, his backpack threatening to fall down and scare you when it crashes to the ground, face twisted into anger, jealousy, hatred and hurt, and heavy, quick breathing. If Bakugo had been here a little earlier, he might've changed something, but no. He saw everything. From the moment where you started to kiss his knuckles up his shoulder and then...kissing his lips. Like you two were a real couple. You really loved Izuku.

he went out again and called one of the girls Denki recommended him. "Yer free t'night? Need to fuck out some pain." }

...

And so, after a few weeks, you -after getting Izuku's consent- made it official that you and the nerd were dating. It was clear to anyone why Bakugo was pissed as hell.

Midoriya took Bakugo's woman.

That's what everyone thought, but you never belonged to Katsuki, neither did you let yourself get taken by Izuku. It was more...the other way round.

Bakugo was crushing on you ever since he could remember. Izuku fell in love with you just since college started. Bakugo knew what you liked and didn't like, as much as you tried to be subtle about your passions and weaknesses. But, it took him years, whereas Izuku knew about these things in just a few weeks.

It wasn't fair.

Bakugo came to school. He didn't shower in two weeks, his eyes were bloodshot after he cried hours and hours and his throat was hoarse from the yelling he did. He looked like shit.

"Bakubro, what's wro-...oh, let's go somewhere else, 'kay?", his best friend, the redhead, aka Kirishima asked after he followed his blonde bestie's direction. By swinging an arm around Bakugo's neck, Kirishima turned him around with laughter and told him that he wanted to buy something. Away from you talking to Izuku excitedly.

Kirishima himself also wasn't in his best state of mind right now. Sure, he had a little crush on you as well, but he wanted Bakugo to be together with you, because Kirishima thought that you and Bakugo'd be the power couple.

Kirishima was the second one who found out you and Izuku were dating, the first one being Bakugo, who had to just stumble upon you showering the nerd with butterfly kisses.

Kisses he could only fantasize getting.

Kirishima also thought about asking Mina out, but he gave up when he saw her exchanging spit with some guy from class 3-B.

Still, it was the redhead's responsibility to look after Bakugo, and so, he lead him away from you.

Meanwhile, you were listening intently to what your -now boyfriend- favourite nerd was talking about. Izuku couldn't believe that he'd be meeting Yagi Toshinori for a few practice-days for his engineering degree, along with Iida, at the end of the school year. You were ecstatic. Why?

Because Izuku was happy. Because he looked cute when he was happy. Because he looked like he worked out these past few months and it showed. Because you wanted to do "it" with him. And that before he'd leave for a whole month to go spend time with his mother. (You already met her in the winter holidays)

...

So yeah. Here you were now, in a cute café with your boyfriend. You had asked what you could do to him in public, what he was okay with and what not. He told you that he could take a hug or two, holding hands made his hands sweaty (-not that you'd care about that-), and he was okay if you'd kiss his cheek.

You were more than okay with his boundaries, as you had a similar mindset to it. But...you got horny. Sure, this date was sweet and the drinks tasted amazing, but you'd rather nibble and suck on Izuku's cock than this eco-friendly paper straw which began to not function anymore. The whole cup was made out of plastic.

And so, you looked at Izuku with a lazy smile and reached out your hand to gently grasp his. This put an impromptu stop to his rambling and his cheeks reddened. "Say, Izuku,"

Gosh your voice sounds so hot when you say my name-

"would you reject my offer to come to my place? Right now?"

Huh?

With a confused nod, Izuku stood up and paid quickly as to not leave you waiting. And as you then took his hand, you made a beeline towards the drugstore, but not before telling him to wait outside.

Maybe she needs some menstruation articles...

And not even five minutes later, you came back, with a more satisfied smile and hugged his arm again.

After a nice walk which was filled with chatting and giggling, you gave Izuku another one of those looks. He slowly seemed to understand, but more suddenly when you wordlessly took him to your bedroom and sat next to him on top of the bed.

Dirty thoughts started to cloud his vision, but they all vanished when you took his hand again. "Izuku. There is something I'd like to talk to you about."

This sounded bad. But you're stroking my knuckles with your thumb... So maybe it isn't so bad?

"Uh, gosh...", you started, before chuckling and closing your eyes with a smile, using the one hand which wasn't in contact with his.

"Have you ever thought about...uhm, having sex with me?"

You squeezed his hand in anticipation, because clearly, Izuku was processing it all.

Okay, it's out now. Nothing bad can happen. It's Izuku after all. I mean, he can look at me with a disgusted face and call me a pervert or-

But all you got was Izuku stammering around. "I- me, you , se-uh, Yea! I mean sure! I mean- not in a weird w-way, that'd be weird, don't'cha think?! I mean! I-"

and he took a deep breath,

"I...uh, as sou- you, can s-see, I was--not prepared for that question,uhm," ,with cupping your hand with the both of his.

"But if you want to know the truth...yes. I have been thinking about it actually. And I'm not proud of this. At all-"

"Why not? I'm happy that you thought about it."

"B-but I've been imagining doing pervy stuff with you, and I-I shouldn't!", he whined and shook your hands like a child dragging his mom to the ice cream truck.

You brought his hands to your lips and kissed each knuckle thoroughly. "I've been too. And I have another question for you."

"Mhm?", he encouraged with a red face.

You've been thinking about me like that? Me?! I'm not even that-

"Would you like to have sex with me?"

"Like...right now?"

"Right now."

Izuku looked around with an uneasy expression.

Were you really that much into him- NO. No more insecurities. You killed them all. You're amazing. And I love you. I want to have sex with you.

Why...why weren't you responding?

"I mean, we don't have to do anything, if you don't want to, you know? We can just cuddle, or watch a movie."

Oh, I didn't speak.

"I want to have sex with you...!", Izuku said this time instead of thinking it, and your eyes widened. "Izuku, you know that we don't have to do anything, right? You don't have to-"

"But I want to! And you do too! So--l..let's have sex!"

And you smiled at him. You also got to your knees and knee-walked to him. Just when your knees touched, did you stop and sit down in front of him. You slowly let your dominant hand cup the side of his face and your thumb caressed his cheekbone in a featherlight touch.

Your eyes were siren- no, savage like. You watched every gasp and short breath he let out and hitched, his thighs closing a little and the hand not holding yours gripping the cheets tightly.

"May I take the lead, love?", you whispered, your face being so close to his that you could see the smallest sprinkled freckles of his on his sweet cheekbones. Your eyes were hooded, and you kept stroking his cheek and hand softly.

Izuku's eyes closed with a frown and he breathed out a shaky yes.

This atmosphere was so different, but Izuku loved it, and you did too. You were happy that he trusted you enough to take the lead, as he was probably a virgin, but so were you. Your loyal heart couldn't stand any other male but him next to you, so you stayed untouched over the years.

Everything was loud. Your heavy breaths, Izuku's heartbeat, the creaking of your bed, the ruffling of sheets, the car noises and loud voices outside. It was a little overwhelming for the both of you, but your biggest focus was on each other.

And so, with a little hesitating, you slowly brought your lips in touch with his. This time, was also much more different than the last few thousand kisses you planted on that sunshine of yours. This kiss was more sensual, it had just a teensy tiny bit more meaning then the ones you two would share normally.

A little whimper echoed in that silent room of yours when you kissed him again. Izuku pushed you away quickly before holding his mouth with the both of his hands, a mortified expression on his face. As he cautiously looked back to you, he felt like shit.

You were giving him a reassuring smile.

"I really liked the sound of your voice like that. It made me wet."

I-How can you be s-so blunt?! ...but if you like it...

he brought his shaking hands down again. "Can I come closer?"

He nodded, but you didn't budge. "Please talk to me, handsome. I love hearing your voice. Even more when you let me do things to you."

Another wave of hotness spread up from his neck to the top of his head. nonetheless, "please come closer...a-and...please kiss me...and..touch me."

You came closer, took his hand-where he immediately interlaced his fingers with yours- and your lips connected again. However, Izuku leaned forward to deepen the kiss, and you let him.

It was honestly rather cute how your boyfriend could go from shy to demanding, where he couldn't even handle the first few weeks of dating you, and now wanting to take this sweet relationship a step further. As your lips danced against each other, your hands explored his body. When you traced his neck and groped his arm, he shuddered.

And you inched closer. One hand went down from his arm to his thigh and he flinched. Again, the kissing stopped. "Would you allow me to take these off?", you asked seductively before scraping at his trousers. "Y-yes..!", accompanied from violent nodding.

And you slowly took it off of him, where he lifted his sweet, slutty little hips for you so you could pull them off. When you were done folding his pants, you looked back him and smiled. "How are you feeling? Wanna stop?"

"No...I-I wanna keep going. B-but what about you? Do you want this too?"

"Honey, I've been waiting for this since you introduced yourself to me."

"Y-Yena, don't say stuff like that...!", Izuku whined and you chuckled, but he couldn't help but feel his dick throb at your confession. Izuku was less nervous now, and it showed. he was leaned back a bit, with you sitting between his legs on your knees, and he couldn't help but want more of you. Deku had a look of...expectaion on his face, as in wondering what would happen next.

"You know, I think it's only fair when I take off my skirt too, don't you think?", you asked in your seductive tone, and your boyfriend nodded excitedly.

Maybe you didn't have to have him answer everything verbally.

A group of teenagers was yelling and cackling outside at something, and normally, Izuku would whip his head towards the noise. But right now, he couldn't care less about the rest of the world, because his girlfriend was taking her sweet time taking off her skirt.

God, can't you take it down a little faster-

Oh.

Oh wow.Were you really-?!

Along your skirt, you also took off your tee, which was clinging to your upper body because of the summer heat. And it revealed a complete lingerie set. Since you were wearing a longer skirt, which only showed your feet and under your knees, Izuku thought you'd had bought nicely sewed stockings.

Right now, Izuku felt thirsty. His eyes scanned your nice figure, zooming in on all the places your set hugged you nicely-which was basically everywhere- and he couldn't help but groan at the sight of the thigh highs, where the ends were nearly strangling your thighs. (y'know, when you have a little pudge when wearing these)

They were threatening to snap because it didn't look like they could handle your sweet, juicy legs. These thigh highs were connected to your skimpy pantsies-which were obviously awfully wet- and these were connected to your bra, which also didn't do a good job in holding your boobs in place.

However, that didn't stop your boyfriend from gulping loudly. You sighed and walked over to him, and he quickly took off his shirt too. Then, he reached out his hand and pulled you towards him, but spinned you around so that you were lying in your bed with Izuku being on top of you.

He had a pained expression, you knew he was holding back. "Can I?!"

"Can I what, love?", you asked as you stroked his cheek and stared into his eyes lovingly. "Wanna kiss you so bad that I might die right now! Please! I wanna kiss you and touch you a-and hug you! Please Yena!", he pleaded as he pressed the side of his face against your hand desperately.

You found the situation very funny. What was more hot? The fact that Izuku was on top, but still begging you, or him rutting his hard-on (un)subtly against your thigh.

"Do it then.", and the moment your sentence ended, did your lover crash his lips into yours in a feeble attempt to soothe his horniness. But to no avail. One of his hands was supporting his weight by planting it on one side of your hand while the other was making a journey of caressing your cheek, then your neck, a little down your upper arm, before going to your chest and pressing his hand against one of your tits. All the while, his dick was pressing against your core now, and you spread your legs a little, wanting some friction on your clit.

And you were travelling up and down from his hair to his nape and traced your other hand towards his stomach, where a forming sixpack rested. His knees were also on the bed, and he moaned into your mouth. But, all that kissing came to an end when he growled- yes, he growled- before ripping off his underwear and yours too.

As he was tearing your badly sewn "clothes" apart, he couldn't help but cry as he apologized. "'M sorry, I-I'M so, so sorry, Yena...! But I'm horny, it hurts! P-please let me touch you there!"

As he was about to touch you, you said: "No."

And he sat back immediately. But not without a hurt expression.

As you sat up, you took one of his hands again and kissed it like it was just any other day. "Don't be mad at me. But I think you weren't thinking this through, Izuku."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"You were just thinking of sticking it in, didn't you?"

And he nodded, confused as to why it would be a problem.

"Izuku, it might hurt me, you know?"

What?

"H-how could my dick hurt you?"

"...it's very big, love.", you stated as a matter of fact, and you looked at his perfect penis.

seven, maybe eight inches standing proudly like a tree, a sweet, bulbuous mushroom head, which was leaking a little honey-substance-like precum and three thick veins going from his ballsack up to the middle and above of his shaft. When looking at the girth, you could see a resemblance with a cola can. it was as thick as a cola can. He'd for sure split you open.

It was truly perfect.

It twitched upon your statement and you smirked at it. Izuku gulped again. "And another thing.", you said as you took your bag and pulled out a pack of condoms. "Safety."

GOD, I'm such an idiot.

"I...I'm so sorry. I'm so glad you thought about this...! And here I was, already wanting to fuck you..."

You gave hom a number of kisses before telling him that it's okay. "But first, let me get a taste of this sweet thing."

Izuku could only do a little "huh?" sound before your hand neared his cock. You didn't touch it. More like...petting his thigh. "Am I allowed to suck your dick, Izuku?"

"Yes. Please do it.", he breathed out with a chuckle. But it stopped when you came in touch with his cock.

"Ahahah-aaahhmm~...Y-yena- ah!", he could only make out as you were stroking his dick and also crouching down to his level.

Izuku had dreamt for this moment for such a long time...and now, it has finally come true. He felt amazing.

You spat on his dick and he flinched before whimpering, and your cunt was clenching around nothing, your bundle of nerves pounding uncontrollably. Then you gave his dick a kiss to its head.

Izuku could only watch with a clouded vision and half lidded eyes as you were giving him kisses and kitten licks. It feels s-sooo good...!

And now, you took him into your mouth. Only the head though, and sucked softly.

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Okay,, sorry! This is all I'm going to write about, 'cuz, well, I don't really think that I'll be able to actually write a good intercourse fic, I'm sorry @keentreecrusade, I really tried my best.

But, well, I cringed whenever I tried to keep writing, so the rest can be up to your own imagination or just write the continuation or let somebody else write it. And I don't mean it in a mean way, I just...can't do it.

Anyways, I hope this was good enough because I actually wanted to make this wholesome and nice, I hope I nailed it...

Please write in the comments how you found it!

Read you in the next post!

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hail-brod · 1 year

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Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Masterlist

U.A. ball.

Every hero student in U.A. looked forward to it. After three years of training as heroes, they were given the chance to celebrate their breakthroughs and improvements on their incoming career as Pro Heroes. It was exciting indeed.

And Midoriya Izuku was delighted. Not just because he finally felt stronger than before and became much more confident, but because you were there.

You were stunning that evening.

The music played with so much life as the other students made a beeline for the dance floor, showcasing their mirth for being there. Illuminated by the disco lights above, shining green eyes became a shooting star as it landed on your seated form.

You. [Last Name] [Name]. His ever-loving childhood friend. He basked in your gentle demeanor, smiling so calmly as you watched the others dance.

You made no move to sit up nor ask other students to dance with you. You only sat there. Not with a looming gloom but with a contented expression. You were a proud loner that seeks nothing but solitude and Izuku admires that about you. In his eyes, you were amazing. He saw your own ways when it comes to interaction with other people and you were unfaltering. Always so composed albeit sometimes in a humorous way.

So you sat there with a gorgeous smile as you listened to your classmates beside you. You were a good listener so people tend to be rambling to you whenever. That leaves him quite jealous at times but who is he to think like that? He’s at least relieved that you were enjoying your time in such a crowded event. That’s all that would matter to him. Your comfort.

In addition to that, you were his comfort.

For as many times he could decide, you deserve so much more. He wants you to see that he can also be your greatest comfort, someone you’d want by your side no matter what happens. Izuku could only imagine things when it comes to relationships, and his heart swells at the thought of it.

The music suddenly shifted. From the constant beats of rhythm to a mellow swirl of instruments, the dance floor toned down to a slow dance.

At that moment, he took note how you shifted on your seat for a mere second before sighing joyously at the change.

He knew how much you enjoyed your own company but he couldn’t help but stare longer at you.

The way you would just giggle and laugh at jokes from others and give your small comments here and there was respecting enough. Your satisfied body rhythms as you bob your head to the song was cute in many ways. The smiles that you give to your classmates when they greet you was mesmerizing at its best.

Izuku could only tweak a small smile as he laid his elbows on the table, his chin resting on his palm.

Isn’t it a cliché dynamic in movies? The childhood friend falling in love with the main character.

Well, Midoriya Izuku is that childhood friend.

Evidently, a blush came up to his cheeks. It was too late to be going back into seeing you as just a friend. You were special to him and that won’t change sometime in the future. He wouldn’t say he regrets falling because just being close to you is enough to send him into a craze of joy. You were there at his lowest and even if you were no match to Katsuki back then, you still stood up for him. You have a kind heart, in return, that heart is what makes Izuku’s own beat faster.

“Stop that.”

“Huh?” Izuku let out. Turning his head beside him, he met a pair of glaring crimson eyes.

“I can clearly make out the look you’re giving her and it’s irritatingly idiotic.” Bakugou Katsuki continued. With a gritted teeth, he gave his green haired friend an irritated look.

Green eyes could only widen at his remark as shades of blush started to fade in on his cheeks. “K-Kacchan…. I’m not-“

“Shut it. You have googly eyes.”

Still blushing, the green haired man tried to conceal his vulnerability as much as possible. “W- What the hell does that mean?” Stuttering was not part of it as he only blew it by nervously looking away. Googly eyes? Was he really that obvious?

Clicking his tongue, Katsuki replied nonchalantly. “I’m not stupid and I’m sure as hell not unaware of your silly little crush on her. Almost everybody in class knows your ‘secret’ because you we’re too damn obvious, dumbass.”

Well, there it goes.

Izuku paled at information so much that he almost shouted his next words but thankfully, he refrained so because of the romantic atmosphere. “Y-You’re kidding.”

“The hell I am.” Katsuki grunted. Standing up, he placed his hands in his pockets. “Too bad, too late. I bet she also knows now too.” He then proceeded to leave the dumbfounded green haired man.

Izuku could only stare at nothing as he processed what he just heard.

“I’m so done. So, so, so done.”

How could he ever let this happen? He thought he was playing it cool and stuffs but he was actually playing it too cool for it to be awkward. No, he was very much obvious. Sure, Katsuki would’ve been lying to him to get him all worked up but he isn’t the type of guy to mess around with this stuff. He’d rather battle to death with him than scare him with absurd jokes.

Though, the crush part wasn’t actually absurd. It’s true.

Midoriya Izuku is crushing on his childhood friend. Repeating that thought again and again in his head seems to pull him out of reality. His cheeks won’t stop heating up especially now knowing that you might be aware of his hidden feelings.

How would you act now? Would you think of him less? You’ve been both in good terms so maybe you’re not all that bothered? No. Or maybe you could’ve been trying to brush it off to save your friendship?

Aaaaahhhh. He doesn’t know anymore.

But one thing does come in his mind. You weren’t that kind of person. You we’re too kind for that and surely, you wouldn’t just let it slide off. You would do your best to talk and confront because you will seek assurance.

You once told him that you knew too much how it feels like to be left out. Even when you like to bask in the comfort of your own world, there were times on your past that made you feel insignificant. But that eventually changed.

His emerald eyes then landed on your seated form, chatting with his other classmates. Of course, you didn’t talk much but you did try to go for small talks. You giggled and smiled at their words. Izuku wouldn’t stop thinking of it. He wouldn’t stop thinking how sweet you were and how you make him sigh dreamily. He looked at you with so much fondness that his heart would somewhat explode to bloom something more in him. Something that made his stomach flip.

Gosh, since when did he became so lovesick?

The thought made him frown, though, he was still flushing. Eyes never wavering at the sight of your existence.

It almost wavered though. You were now also looking at him.

Both of you stared at each other for a few good seconds as you stared back in a dumbfounded manner. Izuku was, well, shocked. It didn’t take long for you to wave at him with a smile that Izuku thought was cuter than before.

Quite taken aback from your action, he managed to wave back nervously. He almost scolded himself for being a nervous wreck when both of you are long-time friends. He just hopes you wouldn’t catch up on his little speck of shyness.

Thinking back to what Katsuki said, he felt like he should be doing something now. Since he said that everyone in their class are pretty much aware of his interest in you, he should be taking his risks now. Whether you know it already or not, you need to hear it from him and not from them.

For now, it’s him you should be listening to.

As decided, he stood up and walked towards you only to stop when he was close enough to face you. You gave him a questioning look as he stood there quite timidly.

You smiled up to him. “Hmm? What’s up, Izuku?”

Izuku almost twitched a wide smile for seeing you close, but he refrained.

“Uh…hey. So….I was gonna- Well, sorry if this is just sudden but…you know, I wanted to- to- “

Great. He’s stuttering. He just blundered his own front for being not too obvious in front of you that he could only hope you were dense enough to go past it.

Unfortunately or fortunately, that isn’t going to be the case.

You could only stare at him for a few moments, widening your eyes. You knew those gestures and those frantic eyes. Those stutters that were accompanied by his cute blushes. Sure, it might be something different as man to woman but it can be different when it’s entirely on a deeper sentiment.

Oh, hush, you. You shouldn’t jump to conclusions. You…really shouldn’t.

“You…want to dance with me?” You almost muttered.

The green haired man tensed. It’s now or never.

“How- um,…. Yeah….” He bit his lip for a few second. Frantic eyes searched for your own as he was caught in a moment of trance. Ah, you were doing it again, making his heart swell a lot. He then showed his palm to you.

“Will you dance with me, [Name]?”

Izuku could never miss the way your eyes shine with elation as you replied.

“I would love to.” Chuckling, you took his hand. Basking in on his rough palms that was somehow so soft in many ways. Taking his hand like this felt different as it ignited a fluttering joy in you. You flushed.

Leading you on the dance floor, hands where they needed to be, you both swayed to the song. You rested your hands on his shoulder as he rested his on your hips. You felt the growing shyness in you take over but you rattled it with a quick breath. Looking up to him, you locked eyes with emerald ones. You saw how his lips twitch up in a smile at your attention as you finally saw it close up.

His cheeks were red as he only smiled at you. A smile that seemed so different to the other ones he gave you because it was much more clear and precise this time. His eyes shine so brightly, brighter than the dancing lights across the venue.

That only made you clutch his shoulder a bit as your insides felt a thousand flutter of wings.

You weren’t keen on human socialization and having a significant other was almost crossed out on your list. You didn’t know whether you would be qualified to be one because of your likeness to be in solitude and not a mind speaker. You would only rely a lot on your sight to observe and thoughts to decide on.

But when it comes to Izuku, you were much more open. You always feel at the best of your ability and comfort because he was he. The most adorable and kindest man you’ve ever known. You could say there’s a mix of bias in there but you know your feelings are genuine.

Too genuine perhaps.

Although, you would definitely admit that, Midoriya Izuku is — no doubt — your type of man.

You only decided he is because he’s the only one you would adore and look up to. Growing up with him does things, and it makes your heart beat pound.

You scanned his face. His cute little freckles stayed true on its spot since childhood, now colored with a tint of blush. He was incredibly handsome, your heart swelled. His stares had seemingly turned into a much more genuine contrast as his fondness was flowing in every corner of his gaze. Once again, that shyness crept up to you as you blushed furthermore.

“I’ve been wanting to ask.” Izuku broke the moment first. You hummed in reply. “A-Are you interested in someone lately?”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Oh….you mean like- romance and stuff?” That caught you off guard so now that shyness took over you in a matter of seconds. Nonetheless, you already decided. “I guess…maybe, yeah…”

“Oh…”

Silence.

“Will you tell me who? If- If its fine with you.” He should really work on his vocabulary in front of you more now. Not long did he received a hearty laugh from you. His gaze stayed on you as you flushed on his question.

Izuku smiled at that.

“If you’re interested in someone, Izuku, would you tell me too?”

Almost with a quick breeze of panic, he tried to maintain his nervousness. “Ah- Yeah, duh. Ahahaha…” He sweatdropped.

So you didn’t know. Izuku thought so. That honestly made him relief knowing that at least you would be able to hear it from him. Right now — if he can.

But you beat him to it.

“You’re cute, Izuku.”

Dumbfounded, Izuku stared. “Pardon?”

You giggled and replied. “Nothing.”

It sank in his mind as panic rose. “You did not just- just- brush that off.” His blush before had deepened its shade of red. Feeling much more conscious from your eyes even though he knows that you were just as embarrassed. “What you on about?” Looking away, he retorted with the same blush.

Fortunately, it doesn’t end there.

“I hope you got my hint.”

“Huh, hint?” Izuku darted his eyes back on you, only for him to bask on the sincerity of your words. You then smiled at him as your eyes-

Izuku relished in your fond gaze as your cheeks flushed — and your eyes only stayed on him, searching for something. As if you were expecting something from him and it hit him.

“Oh, shit.”

Your pretty little eyes widened for a brief second as you eventually laughed at his reaction. “You swearing always gets me.”

“How can I not? You… do you really mean it or you’re just messing around with me?” He frowned and pouted almost so childishly at you. He blushed furiously.

You looked at him with much more sincere, not wanting him to take it the other way. Tilting your head, you bit your lips before replying. “I meant it.”

“Like- meant it that way…if you know..”

At that very moment, a prolonged silence ensued. You already avoided his gaze as the man processed his thoughts. He felt the signal. You were right there, and both of you were expecting something.

“You’re really attractive.” He finally blurts it out.

“[Name], I like you a lot.”

It didn’t take too long for both of your hearts to erupt in a fluttering swirls of string that tug you towards each other. Cheeks mutually heating up from the growing tension. You looked up to him once again, recovering from your quick shock — you released your smile that took all of your shyness to spring it up.

Izuku finally said it and he could only tensed even more when you leaned forward, resting your head on his shoulder.

His heart was filled with warmth at the action as he smiled for the umpteenth time. And it only got wider when you said it.

“I like you too, Izuku…”

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hentyehottie · 2 years

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a/n: just a quick blurb I thought up 😭 didn’t proofread & wrote it in like an hour so please spare me lmaooo

Pairing: K. Bakugo x Chubby Black!Fem Reader

c/w: rough oral (blowjob+rimjob) overly jealous bakugo, mentions Shoto, humiliation, degradation, exhibitionism, slight dacryphilia

❀

“Hey Kats.” You stood by the door, undressing like you did every other day. The blonde had no idea why you acted like wearing clothes in the house was taboo.

“Sup. Where ya been?”

“My class ended later than it was supposed to.” You answered quickly.

“You’re lying. Your class ended at 3. I saw Shoto walkin’ ya out.”

All he wanted was the truth from you, and you went and crushed his heart.

“What the fuck were you doing with that extra?” Seeing the two of you smiling and laughing with Shoto’s arm around your shoulder got his blood boiling.

“We just went and got lunch, no big deal.” You stared at the ground, playing with your fingers.

He pulled your hair, leaning in closer. “If it’s no big deal then why did you fuckin’ lie?!?” He stared at you as if you’d grown another head.

Bakugo loved and trusted you, so why would you lie about something so trivial.

“I-I don’t know why I lied. But we’re just roommates that fuck around every now and then. There’s nothing wrong with me putting myself out there and-“

“Out where? On Todoroki’s dick like the whore you are?” The blonde spoke his venomous words so calmly it was scary.

Slap.

You didn’t even mean to do it, it’s like your body reacted without your mind.

“Bakugo I’m so-“ He cut you off.

“Oh I’m Bakugo now? I had ya moaning Katsuki last night, what changed?” He laughed, shaking his head, pushing past you to head to his room.

You followed him of course, determined to make things right between the two of you.

***

Of course that only ended up with you sitting on your knees while his thick cock pummeled your throat with no mercy, only pulling out when you violently heaved for the third time.

Bakugo stared down, taking in his masterpiece. Mascara running and eyeliner smudged, lips glossy with spit and pre-cum. You looked so pathetic and so fuckin’ cute.

Still holding your hair, the blonde popped his cock out of your mouth, grazing his thumb over your lips and planting a slap on your cheek.

He sat at the head of your bed, legs spread wide and looking quite annoyed when you just sat there, still on your knees.

“C’mere.” You quickly shifted onto your feet, climbing into the bed to lay yourself in between his thick thighs.

You stared at him with those bright doe-like eyes, pulling at his heart strings like you always did.

“So disappointed in you.” He shifted his position, now lying on his back with his legs up. “But, if you wanna be a slut, I’ll treat you like a slut. Lick.” He roughly commanded with a pull of your hair, shoving your face lower.

You stared at him with your lips just millimeters from his ass, blinking back your tears, those pretty tears he wanted to see staining your cute face.

Sticking your tongue out, you sent a kitten lick over his hole, testing the waters. He smelled clean, like soap and the natural musk of a man.

Your nose prodded against his heavy wet balls as you licked up his taint for the fourth time, finally giving his hole an experimental nudge.

“That’s it…put that tongue in my ass.” He breathily whispered, eyes rolling back for a split-second.

“God you’re so good at this, who ya been practicing on?” His crimson eyes gleamed with vigor as he stared down at you. “Y’eat Icy-Hot’s ass like this too?”

You frantically shook your head, panting and licking.

“Good, I’m the only one you’re gonna use that pretty little mouth on.” He smirked down at you.

His big hands grabbed ahold of your two pigtails, using them like handle bars to fuck your tongue into him faster. He made you tongue fuck his ass for all you were worth, your slutty tongue left no part of him untouched.

Your pussy gushed slick into your panties at the predicament you’d gotten yourself into. Reduced down to nothing but a warm throat and a wet tongue for your roommate.

You winced as a bright light blinded you, raising your eyes to find the source of the light.

“S’okay bunny, can I show off my ass eatin’ slut?”

You nodded your head, pretty eyes staring up into his camera. Despite the blinding light in your face, you kept licking, running your tongue around his rim again. The humiliation fueling your ministrations as you gave hard, wet lashes against him.

“Oh..fuck.” He breathed out when you began to stroke his cock with your tongue still deep in his ass. “Just like that, make me cum. Show me that you’re mine.”

You licked and stroked him faster, humming with enthusiasm, determined to prove just that.

The blonde’s eyes rolled back and his head lulled as you milked his cock for every last drop of nut.

“Oi, that’s enough.” He smacked your hands away, the overstimulation becoming very uncomfortable, very quickly. “Get up here and clean me up.” He saved his video before pulling your hair, guiding you up.

You licked the cum that spurted out onto his chest and belly, making sure to get every drop. You shivered every time the salty taste made contact with your tongue, but still swallowed it down like he wanted you to.

“I thought what we had going on worked for you, you never hinted at wanting something more.” Bakugo finally spoke after minutes of just rubbing his hands over your plushy body.

Warmth enveloped your body as he pulled you closer to him, the scent of smoky caramel flooding your nostrils.

“I know..just thought you’d figure it out.”

“Well I ain’t a damn mind reader, dumbass.” He sent a hard slap against your ass, making you hiss.

“Well now you know.”

“And now you’re mine.”

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closing a/n: so there’s no confusion, reader gets teary eyed at Bakugo being disappointed in her, not him making her rim him!

*Bakusquad replies to Katsuki dropping the vid in their groupchat* 😭

📦: Damn she’s deep in there 🤤

📦: Freak nasty bitch 😍

⚡️: I want a cute bimbo bitch to eat my ass 🥺

⚡️: Mina?