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#bnha bakugo x reader
katszumi · 1 month
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“stare at her longer people might confuse you for a stalker.” mina said for only his ears to catch, not for the paparazzi that’s incoherently shouting at them.
katsuki unintentionally peeled his eyes away from you, his face contorting. “wasn’t staring.” gruffly, he responded.
he placed a fist over his open dries van noten blazer. he straightened his posture, broadening his shoulders for the picture being taken ahead. once pictured, the two of them both took a few steps down the carpet, preparing to restart the process.
mina refused the urge to snort at his words. he wasn’t fooling anyone, the look on his face even contradicted his own words.
the pink woman placed a hand on her hip, shifting her weight on her left leg as she pushed her right leg forward a smidge. “don’t lie to yourself,” she paused her words, allowing the paparazzi to take her picture for the nth time. “i get it though, she’s beautiful, especially tonight.”
in his head, katsuki immediately agreed. you were the most beautiful woman within a five mile radius, hell, maybe even in the entire country of japan. there wasn’t another woman katsuki could name that could compete with you.
a few yards down, you were busy doing a useless interview with some fuckin’ extra he’s never heard of. your smile was from ear to ear, your gaze daring and fierce, and your aura alluring. all of it was for free for a person that did not deserve any bit of it at all. if katsuki had a say, the reporter should be on his knees, kissing the ground you walked on, thankful he was able to breathe the same air as you.
finishing up one of their last poses, mina and katsuki sideways walked down the carpet once more, angling themselves towards the thousand cameras in front of them.
“still, i wasn’t staring.” he refused her words again.
flashes of white surrounded the area, the cameras whining at every second, every angle of the duo being snapped at.
“sure, bakugou.” this time, mina allowed a small chuckle to part her lips. “heard a certain hero is courting her.”
like a black cat, katsuki’s ears sharpened at her sentence, his eyes darting towards mina only for a second. “bullshit.” he called it. he doesn’t remember you mentioning anything similar to that.
but he reminds himself, what relationship did you two have for you to tell him things like that?
“don’t shoot the messenger, just what i heard.” a smirk quirked up the corner of her lip, mina sending one final pose.
it couldn’t have been true. it was impossible for a rumor about you to have gone around without katsuki hearing about it. mina must’ve been trying to lure him in, to make him slip-up. yeah, that had to have been it.
he wasn’t going to fall for mina’s ridiculous plan.
without thought, katsuki looked over at you once more, his eyes analyzing you more than he’d like to admit.
while it was true he wasn’t going to fall for her stupid plan, it was also true that you’ve had more of a certain glow to you lately. your eyes had been more softer and your smile seemed more genuine.
nah.
he wasn’t falling for it.
but, as soon as his foot touched the end of the red fabric carpet, his legs were taking themselves towards you and that shitty reporter. for why? of course it was for a completely different reason than to what mina said.
almost as if you were reading his mind, your head turned, your soft eyes meeting his fervent vermillion irises.
“katsuki, what a pleasant surprise.” you greeted him with your usual bright smile.
the reporter that was granted all of your attention also ogled at katsuki. mainly because he interrupted a private interview, but also because it was the katsuki bakugou in front of him.
katsuki stood aside of you, still letting all of the focus to be on you, but close enough that he placed his hand on your back gently.
“had to make myself known. feel like you’ve been tucked away all evenin’.”
instead of letting you reply, the reporter finally took his chance to speak up again. “dynamight, what are your thoughts on y/n swiftly climbing the ranks?” the reporter pushed the microphone in his face.
katsuki raised his brow at the male, but nonetheless he opened his mouth to reply.
“what else do you want me to say? obviously it’s well-deserved. these fuckers been sleepin’ on her for way too long, it’s about fuckin’ time.” his voice harsh, but his words were somewhat kind. “she’ll be dominating the charts in less than no time.”
“do you see yourself collaborating with y/n anytime soon?”
now, you looked at him, waiting for his answer.
“if she grants me permission.” katsuki met your eyes once more. “only the best of the best can work with y/n.” mina’s words entering his mind from earlier, he removed his eyesight off of you, back onto the reporter.
“so, that means—”
he interrupted the male, “that means no shitty extras. at all.”
needless to say, katsuki did in fact fall for mina’s antics. the truth coming out days later that there was no rumor of a hero courting y/n, but rather a mind game mina played on him for shits and giggles.
also a few days later, katsuki came across a new rumor that was headlined in the press, but this one he didn’t necessarily mind so much.
Y/N AND DYNAMIGHT WORK BUDDIES, OR MUCH MORE?
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90ekz · 11 months
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katsuki in the gym is so distracting to everyone.
it’s not like he’s one of those annoying guys who grunts really loudly while lifting or slams his weights down, no.
he’s actually pleasant, always making sure to not purposefully disturb anyone and cleaning his machines off after use.
and it’s not like he dresses overtly sexy or anything. he just… draws attention, naturally.
katsuki can walk in the weight room with sweats and a tank top, and the whole room will pause and stare like he’s naked or sumn. it confuses him sometimes, but being the lil shit he is, it probably boosts his ego.
i’m a firm believer that he’s a cardio guy, though.
when people see his impeccable form and ridiculous speed, they just can’t help but stare. hell, even the front desk worker gets stumbled over her words just saying hello.
after one of his sessions, katsuki remembered that he needed to renew his membership, and he did so.
lemme tell you, that poor girl didn’t hear a word that came out of his mouth but “membership”. how could she? he was wet with sweat, sweats hanging low, and tank top sticking to his sculpted body.
he raised an eyebrow when she didn’t respond to a question.
“you sick or somethin’?”
sir this entire gym wants to fuck you. you are a distraction to everyone LMFAO
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ayustuff · 5 months
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ᴏɴᴇ… ᴛᴡᴏ… ғɪᴠᴇ ʙᴀʙɪᴇѕ. | (aged-up)husband!bakugou x wife!reader, nsfw ― no actual activity tho.
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katsuki had always loved when he impregnates you. he always sticks to you when you're pregnant, he took a whole year break from his hero work as soon as he had known about your pregnancy. he doesn't let you lift a finger as he does all the work and as for his break and reward for all of that is you. katsuki always leaves kisses to your baby bump every time he had the chance, he always cuddle with you while also making sure you're comfortable and when he's lucky enough he might caught you in the mood for it.
in your time of marriage you have five cute babies, there's been breaks between pregnancies of course but the funny thing is those cute babies came home at the same time; first pregnancy, twins. second, triplets. what kinda magic dick does your husband have?
fortunately, you have a long break after the triplets… two years to be exact and that's still going. though katsuki is probably gonna ruin that, tonight.
"we had twins… then triplets…" his voice trails off, you sigh a little annoyed since he's been bringing up 'baby' topics the past days. he's been persuading you too, i think he misses your baby bump and your leaking tits too much.
"i wonder if we'll have quadruplets next…" he wonders while he burries his face between your boobs, hugging you tighter.
you disregard his idea, "katsuki, we'll end up having a hundred babies if you continue this." you joked with a light chuckle.
"a hundred babies that looks cute as you~" he smirks, he tries to persuade you for the thousandth time.
you give him a blank expression and said, "a hundred babies that's as stubborn as you."
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bfbkg · 2 years
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Imagine the sexual that builds between y/n and katsuki when they can't have sex cuz he got seriously injured and needs to heal for a few months
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THE THIN LINE BETWEEN PUNISHMENT AND REWARD (2.3k)
— bakugou katsuki x reader
SYNOPSIS: along with feeling lonely, bored and unappreciated, bakugou is constantly suffering with blue balls.
CONTENTS: horny couple, established relationship, humping, kissing, injured bkg :(, fem reader, she calls him babycakes :)
NOTES: screams. this is a little something!!!! also the title is so dramatic i love it LOL
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bakugou hates it here. he sits, propped up by pillows and bound to his bed, not by fluffy handcuffs but instead by the orders of his doctor. he feels like a big baby, punished because he stupidly pulled four muscles and sprained his neck and ankles during his last villain fight. it was a harder fight than he expected but he definitely didn’t expect to have such bad effects. well, that is what happens when he gets slammed through multiple walls but at least he won.
though, it doesn’t feel like it. instead of hearing the praises of his team, even the usual celebratory event he comes home to with you, he’s been banished to rest. he can’t even remember the last time, or if there’s ever been a time he’s been forced to rest for days on end and with the promise of it lasting for months. he’s surrounded by his phone, laptop, ipad, book, sudoku collection, ps5 controller and even his computer bed desk with a puzzle on top.
there are millions of things bakugou would rather do than sit on his sorry ass all day and most of all he’d rather do you. another thing his doctor said for him not to participate until his body has fully recovered. to say it’s been painful is an understatement. he never realised how much he orgasms in a week until he’s no longer allowed. he can’t even get in a position to eat you out and you won’t sit on his face in fear of hurting him so along with feeling lonely, bored and unappreciated, bakugou is constantly suffering with blue balls.
which doesn’t help when you visit him one evening wearing one of his favourite outfits on you. you’re in a cute little dress. one of your casual ones that flow out over your ass making it look soft with thin straps that show how smooth your shoulders are. it’s coated in tiny little flowers and he knows you’re only wearing it to run errands because you don’t dress it up. barely any makeup and only your essential pieces of jewellery are on. you’ve got his name dangling around his neck and now he’s thinking about what you both did last time you wore a similar outfit.
he’s already humming when he lets you in his apartment, about to lean down and kiss the shit outta you for looking so pretty on his doorstep but instead he meets a hand in his face.
“the fuck? you know i’m injured—,”
“exactly katsuki! so why are you walking around? you’re supposed to be in bed resting. where’s your nurse?”
you’re sliding a hand behind his back and holding his other hand as you guide him back to his room like an old man. 
“i’m not an old man, i can walk fine,” though he still lets you take him into his prison with all his hobbies and memory foam bed, “and i let her go. fuckin’ weird having a stranger in my house and she never did shit right. couldn’t make my tea right, the ratio of meat to veg was off and she kept offering to rub my feet. my fuckin’ feet are fine.”
you fluff up the pillows on his bed and slowly begin to lower your boyfriend back into bed, “okay okay big boy.” you coo and bakugou eats up the attention, sliding back under his bed sheets with an annoyed pout. he watches you hover around his bed, tidying up his controllers and books and placing them on his nightstand. 
“wish you could be my nurse. wearing one of those black and white short lil dresses,” he chuckles, before wincing slightly, rubbing a palm across his stomach. 
you cock an eyebrow at him, “that’s a maid uniform idiot,” but all the same you walk over to him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “i’ll think about getting one. depends if you behave during your recovery,” you perch your ass beside him, sneaking your hand under his black vest to rub circles on his stomach.
the motion soothes katsuki, and has him blinking slowly like a cat that’s comfortable with its owner. he places his palm on your thigh, squeezing it roughly.
“i miss you so much,” he groans so harshly that if anyone else was listening he’d sound annoyed or aggravated. honestly, he sort of is but it’s because he loves you so much and you’re coming over to see him, sitting on his bed and looking so angelic. even rubbing his stomach with the knowledge it calms him down.
you snort, “you saw me two days ago and i called you yesterday. we even texted in the morning like we do every day.”
you turn to face him, sitting on your legs as he grunts unimpressed. “no, not like that. but you should be comin’ over more. your boyfriend is half broken, all lonely and bored here.”
you playfully pout at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek softly. everything’s been soft with him recently and he’s bored of it. “i’m sorry babycakes. you have me for the rest of the evening though?”
bakugou huffs like that possibly can’t be enough. “i want more, pretty girl. i need more of you,” he moans, sliding his hand under your chin and pulling you to his lips. you let him, getting caught in the sweet sensation. a single peck becomes another and another before you’re completely lost in him, not even noticing how he manoeuvres your body on top. thighs straddling his waist as your hands rest at his shoulders.
you part your lips for a moment to breathe and to his surprise it’s you whispering, “it’s been so long, ‘ki.” your lips are back on his, fingers sinking into his overgrown undercut as his tongue strokes against yours.
katsuki groans loudly, his hands playing with your ass cheeks as you hold yourself over him to not rest any weight. “so fuckin’ long. sit on me baby, lemme feel you.” 
you brush your lips against each other’s before knocking your forehead into his. “b-but your doctor. you still have three weeks and five days.”
his breath fans out onto your face when he laughs, his hands smoothing over the backs of your thighs, “someone’s been countin’? thought you became immune to me.”
you shake your head, his ruby eyes fixated on yours. you bite back a grin, “of course not. i’ve been going home to my vibrator after being around you.”
bakugou’s never hated your toys, in fact, he quite enjoys tag teaming with them to use on you. but you’re coming when he can’t? and right after seeing him? this must be hell.
“that’s fuckin’ evil,” he bites, “you’re goin’ home to fuck yourself while i’m not allowed to even nut. you don’t even let me finger you.”
you rub your thumbs across his cheeks, pressing a kiss to his nose, “because then you get horny and give me the eyes you’re giving me right now. you know i can’t say no to those eyes.” 
bakugou grins, his teeth white and sharp. slowly, he pushes you by your thighs to perch on his hips, “then don’t. won’t kill me if you sit on my dick. i won’t even do any work.”
you sniff, the feeling of sitting on his lower stomach between your legs making you feel hot without any friction. “i don’t wanna hurt you though.”
he shakes his head. this is the closest he’s come to fucking you for weeks. you’ve stayed clear from all his advances and practically kept things platonic. he’s wearing you down like melting butter, careful squeezes in your squishy thighs. “you fuckin’ me won’t be worse than getting body slammed through six walls.” and you shake your head, “i still haven’t even got my reward for that, pretty.”
he’s using your horniness against you, hitting you logically, flexing his biceps for you visually and even physically, pushing you back to perch right on his hard dick. he rests between your folds, just as thick as your dreams. you could rock back and forth if you wanted. that wouldn’t hurt him?
“oh babycakes,” you whine, squeezing your eyes shut to find some sense of self-control. but when you open them back up, he’s pulled his tank top all the way up so you can see his bare chest. he’s still too sore to take it off completely in this position but he’s not going to tell you that just yet. his brown nipples are perked, tits heavy with his golden abs right there. you bite down on your lip and flick your eyes up to his glowing red ones. “you need to tell me if i hurt you okay? promise katsuki.”
your eyes are glossy, lips bruised and puffy. your dress strap has fallen off your shoulder and your skirt sits high on your thighs from the position he’s got you in. you’re gorgeous, so fucking pretty he feels a shoot of anger for the villain that’s kept you away from him for so long, “yeah, i promise. fuckin’ promise you anything, pretty.”
you know how to work yourself on him like second nature. your hands take place on his chest as light as possible to hold yourself as you slowly roll your thinly veiled clit over his clothed cock. he hits all the right spots without even trying, your head throwing back with a high, “oh f-fuck.” serotonin shoots through your veins, your lower stomach firing up at the pleasure. 
“baby, you gonna let me get my—,” though he’s interrupted when you whine louder, picking up the pace over his dick.
bakugou’s caught up in it too. it’s not his fault he’s all pent up after a month. some friction from your clothed pussy and he’s already ready to nut. you’re like kids, too nervous to work out how to actually fuck. but he won’t lie, there’s nothing like humping in adulthood. so desperate to get off after a month that you can’t even remove your clothes. 
“shit baby, you’re gonna make me—,” he grunts but he gets cut off by his own groan. “can’t believe after a-a fuckin’ month… i’m gonna nut from you humpin’ me.”
now both your straps have fallen, your tits on the verge of falling out. every rut of your hips and he can see a flash of nipple. the sweetest caramelised whines fall from your lips, your knees clenching around his hips that you’ve forgotten all about not trying to hurt him. 
large hands squeeze at your ass and katsuki’s fighting the urge not to fuck up into you because his lower back is still so sore. he bites his lip, mumbling a long line of incoherent, “fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“baby i’m going to—,” you begin and he knows he’s lost you. your mouth slings open, eyes squeezed shut as you rock your hips with speed. your thighs clench and electricity whips through your body down to your fingertips. you can’t remember the last time you’ve come from only humping. even last week when you used your pillow, you had to use your dildo which is nothing like katsuki afterwards to scratch your itch. 
you’ve barely come to your senses yet when a hand slides to the back of your neck. “kiss me,” bakugou mumbles, staring at your lips. you barely have time to react, settling your hands by his head to slot your lips against his.
once your tongue brushes against yours, he’s a goner. katsuki’s body shakes under his orgasm, moaning against your lips as it will somehow cover how loud he is. it never does, but you love drinking up his sounds. he keeps you moving on top of him to ride out his high, shooting all over his underwear and shorts. 
you tug at his hair as your tongue swirls against his and finally when you feel him calm down under you, you pull away, wiping at the string of spit connecting you both. with an extra peck for good luck, you roll off him to catch a breath, your skirt flipped up to show your damp underwear and his equally damp shorts.
“oh shit baby,” he chuckles breathlessly, ignoring the stickiness on his legs and letting his hormone levels back to normal. slowly opening his eyes, he reaches over, tapping where you should be to find you languidly sitting up. you’re looking over him, pulling down his tank top, “what’re lookin’ for?”
“i didn’t hurt you did i? don’t lie,” you ask, massaging his thighs but katsuki just pulls your arm for you to face him.
“you’d be a good maid, y’know? sure you’re not lookin’ for another job, baby?”
“katsuki, i’m serious,” you whine, but he just yanks you back into his arms. you’re tired after your orgasm so it doesn’t take much for you to crawl into him.
“so am i and i’m good. fuckin’ perfect. any amount of pain would be worth it to feel you on top of me,” he feels you mumble against him but he ignores you, “we didn’t even fuck so that doesn’t count. you still owe me.”
“owe you what?”
“my congratulatory fuck. the one we would have had if they didn’t fuckin’ drag me straight to the hospital.” he curses and you bring your hand back to his stomach to rub slow circles again. 
you laugh and bakugou peers down at you, “when your last month’s up i’ll wear that maid costume you were going on about. how’s that sound?” 
your lover grunts, sliding his eyes shut, “babe, why did you have to put the image in my head?” his grip tightens around your waist, “i already came in my pants and i’m already up to go again.”
“oh babycakes.”
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angelltheninth · 6 days
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Bakugo Katsuki Helps You Get Back At Your Ex-Boyfriend
Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader
Tags: fluff, making out, friends to lovers, pretend relationship, teasing, jealousy, kabedon, rough!Bakugo
A/N: The classic trope for a tough guy like Bakugo.
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Fake boyfriend!Bakugo will still be protective as he keeps a close eye on where your ex is so that he doesn't approach you and make you sad or angry
Fake boyfriend!Bakugo wraps his whole arm around you, pulling you close to him even when your ex isn't looking to make the contact he does see seem more natural
Fake boyfriend!Bakugo turns to you and whispers that you could have done so much better, himself for example, he's not offering for real, just pointing out a fact
Fake boyfriend!Bakugo pushes you against a wall and puts his body between you and your ex, don't look at that loser right now, he's not worth it, not worth your time and he sure as hell wasn't worth your tears
Fake boyfriend!Bakugo is surprised when you place your hands on his shoulders and ask him to kiss you, it being in front of your ex only makes him want to do it more
Fake boyfriend!Bakugo rolls his eyes at your soft kiss and kisses you like a new couple should be kissing, zero restraint, all passion and emotion and need, lips, teeth and tongue
Fake boyfriend!Bakugo might not be the most experienced kisser but he makes up for it with much enthusiasm and willingness to learn, your soft lips are a good encouragement too
Fake boyfriend!Bakugo lost track of time and place while his was kissing you, also lost control of his powers and made a few hand shaped burns on the walls when sparks flew from his palms
Fake boyfriend!Bakugo asks you if your ex ever made you so out of breath just from a kiss, grinning with pride when you shake your head, he knew he was better and he will prove it by kissing you once again, until your legs fail you
Fake boyfriend!Bakugo never admits he has feelings for you over the course of this, it would be too early, even he knows that but maybe someday you can both find it in yourselves to be honest about how you feel towards each other
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smashboxgirl26 · 1 year
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i crumble completely when you cry
ph! katsuki bakugou x fem! reader summary: this wasn't the way it was supposed to happen, but sometimes mistakes yield the best results contains: proposal!! (for @/pityslash <33), kinda ooc soft bakugou but im blaming it on him getting a concussion, mentions of injury, lots of fluff hehe word count: 1.8k words masterlist
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Katsuki awoke to a darkened room with white, tiled speckled ceiling cut into rectangles and an IV in his arm; you were sleeping in the plastic chair at his bedside, head leaning against the wall and your mouth slightly open. It was probably about two or three in the morning, judging by the dimmed light coming from the hospital hallway.
Fuck.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
He shifted around slightly under the thin sheets, grunting as he tried to move his (apparently broken) right arm to fit in the pocket of his hero costume. A sigh of relief pushed past his lips when he felt the little velvet box still stashed away, thankfully left untouched.
And god– fuck did his head hurt… but this wasn’t how the night was supposed to go.
You were still dressed up — makeup and all, heels sitting next to you on the floor, the pretty black satin dress he watched you show off before you both left for dinner: now bunched up in your lap between your palms as you slept. 
You were definitely going to complain about the crook in your neck when you woke up from the way your head was angled against the wall. You should’ve just gone home and slept properly in bed: but he knew arguing with you would’ve been fruitless — you’d refuse to leave his side like you always did. 
Katsuki let out a small huff as he stared back up at the darkened ceiling.
This was supposed to be your anniversary. He had it all planned out: flowers, dinner, taking a walk through the park near the apartment to get ice cream, proposing in the little ramada he’d gotten Hanta and Eijirou to decorate with fairy lights and flowers. His mother’s old engagement ring was what he’d nervously tucked away into his suit pocket earlier that evening; she’d given it to him the first time you met her — as if she just knew the outcome of your relationship. 
And yet, not even halfway through dinner he’d gotten a call about a villain spiraling out of control. 
He knew his apology was lacking when he pushed himself up from the table, telling you he’d be back as fast as he possibly could; and he could tell how disappointed you were at the fact he was leaving despite how you playfully urged him to hurry before you ate all the dessert without him.
He’d slipped the ring in his costume pocket thinking he would make it back in time for your walk in the park — but that went out the window the second he was caught off guard and blasted through an apartment building.
You shifted slightly, against your spot on the wall. Katsuki almost thought it was because he was thinking too loud.
Your eyes opened after a moment or two, and blinked once or twice at him before realizing his eyes were also open.
“You’re awake?” you asked groggily, scrubbing your eyes before pulling yourself up from the chair. “Let me go get the nurse–”
“S’fine,” he stopped you before you could get out the door, lifting his head off the pillow because he knew you would come over and scold him for it.
Shit he felt dizzy.
“Don’t move right now,” you chastised him — immediately abandoning your mission to rush back to his side and help him lay his head back down on the pillow. “Is that comfortable?”
“Yea,” he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. “Don’ get the nurse yet… I don’ really want more fuckin’ needles in my arm right now.”
“...fine.” You pressed your lips together, concealing the lecture he knew you wanted to spew: him never being careful when he promised he would be being main point among those you wanted to address — yet you pulled the hard, plastic chair you were sitting in up to the bed and leaned against the mattress.
“...do you feel dizzy?”
“Yeah.”
“You got a concussion from your fall,” you turned your head to look towards the side, and he couldn’t see your expression anymore in the dimmed light from the lamp next to his bedside. “You also broke your arm from landing on it.”
“You saw?”
“It was on the news.”
You sounded on the verge of tears. He needed to apologize. He’d ruined your night.
“M’sorry,” he let his left hand drift over to where yours was laying on the bed next to him, his fingers catching between your own — grabbing you out of your dazed attention — “M’sorry I ruined our night.”
“You didn’t ruin anything Katsuki,” you shook your head, but he could hear the little edge of pain in your voice. “It’s not your fault… I was just worried.”
“I did, though,” he continued. “Tonight was s’posed to be just us walkin’ through the park n’ getting ice cream.”
“You had it all planned out huh?” You finally faced him again, tired eyes and a small, sad smile on your lips. 
“F’course I did, would y’expect anythin’ less from me?” 
“Of course not,” you humored him, bringing his knuckles up to your lips before planting a kiss over a small scab and pressing your cheek against it — staring faraway, somewhere his mind could never find yours.
“Why didn’t you go home?” he rubbed his thumb against yours. “Could’ve changed and been comfortable.”
You let out a small huff — “I couldn’t just leave you here. I didn’t want you to wake up alone.”
“You didn’t have to worry about me, baby. Y’should’ve slept comfortably at home, come and seen me in the morning.”
You didn’t answer; instead, pressed another kiss against his knuckles before letting his hand come back down to the bed.
“If you saw what I did, you wouldn’t be saying that.” — was all you left it at — you tried to get up to get the nurse, but he didn’t let your hand go. “Katsuki–”
“Just let me be a lil’ longer,” he slurred, drowsily. “Come lay down with me.”
“Kats–”
“Please.”
“How could I–”
“Please.” He repeated, and you gave up to the pleading look in his eyes. “Can’t sleep properly without you there.”
He shifted himself over slightly, watching you hold your tongue once again with a little snort, before patting at the spot next to him. You climbed up slowly, carefully, trying to be as light as possible to not let the little hospital bed creak under both your weights — letting yourself melt next to him, your hand resting over his chest. You didn’t say anything, just nestled yourself into his shoulder with a yawn.
Something about the way you were positioned made it feel like you were hesitant to touch him — as he was as fragile as glass. Even with your fingers resting over his abdomen, he barely felt them there.
“What’s got your mind all worked up?” he asked after what felt like hours of silence.
“...nothing.”
“I know when yer overthinkin’ baby.”
You looked up to him, sad eyes and all. “I was really worried.” You sniffed, burrowing yourself back next to him. “I was just sitting in the restaurant finishing my food until I got a notification on my phone about the news — and I clicked it and saw the video of you being blasted through the building. There was so much debris, I almost thought–I don’t know what I thought… It felt like I couldn’t breathe or–or think… I just ran out of there as fast as I could so I could get to the hospital. And then, when you wake up, your first concern is that you ruined the night?” You huff, angrily and under your breath but you didn’t let him see it. “I can’t believe you sometimes…” 
“M’sorry,” he repeated, this time drowsily— despite the disapproving click you let out in response, he wrapped his arm around you: rubbing small circles in your arm to soothe the tension you continued to let off. These situations were the only times you both switched roles; the only time he was the one who had to calm you down when usually it was the opposite.
“Stop saying that.”
“I am though,” he continued anyway. “For making you worry and cry when I should’ve been careful. I got a little reckless tryin’ to get back to you quickly. I just… didn’t wanna leave you stranded there.”
“You didn’t need to do that,” you almost scolded him. “I’m used to it, I understand what your job is like.”
“Told you though, I had it all planned out n’ shit — stupid bastard ruined it all…”
“It’s okay,” you pacified him. “It was just dinner, we can always go out another time.”
“It wasn’t just dinner though…” He stopped himself from continuing, but looking down at your furrowed brow knew that he’d have to give an explanation. 
“We’ve talked about marriage before—” he started again after a moment of silence. A moment to catch his breath, to let his racing thoughts and heart subside slightly. “—about us staying together like this because we couldn’t really ever see ourselves with anyone else.”
You nodded.
“And I thought–I knew that we were both ready… So I was gonna propose.”
You didn’t say anything, and he didn’t dare look down at your face — not when he could feel the heat rushing up to his face like he was about to pass out.
“I uh, had this whole speech planned out n’ everything,” he stared at the ceiling once more. “Even had Ei n’ Hanta set up flowers and candles in the park near that cherry blossom tree we always picnic near.”
You still didn’t say anything.
“M’sorry for just bringing it up now, and spoiling the surprise ‘cause I could’ve just done it later…”
“...are you really apologizing for telling me that you were going to propose?” you spoke after a moment. 
He could hear the slight crack in your voice, and he looked down to see that his suspicions were correct — you were crying.
“Don’ cry,” he tried to wipe them with fail because he could only use one arm. “You know I get sad when you cry.”
“I can’t help it.” 
 “I know that this isn’t where you probably expected to get proposed to, but everything I said is true — I wanna spend the rest of my life with you n’ get those little moments with you. N’ honestly, as long as we have that, I don’t think it matters where this shit happens.” He shifted around slightly, before you could stop him: sitting up to properly face you and pulling a little velvet box out from his pocket. “Marry me?”
“Of course I will,” you tried to wipe away your tears before falling into his embrace — pausing after he let out a hissing sound. “I’m calling the nurse for real now.”
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koishiro · 5 months
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# - 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 📍
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : originally planning to sit through hours of pain by the hands of a blond tattoo artist - who you know is very well off limits - bakugo finds a way to calm your nerves
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : smut
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : aged up!characters, oral (f!receiving), doggy style + missionary, SLIGHT nipple play
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : tattoo artist!bakugo x f!reader
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“Fucking - shit!”
You'd started just after a late lunch, and the day was drawing to a close. This was your second sitting too; there was a lot of detail in this one and you'd probably be back anyway. A couple of hours was all you could handle, realistically – otherwise you'd stand up from the couch and fall straight back down again.
The first time you tentatively opened the door, you were pretty nervous. Everyone had been raving about the place, and it felt intimidating – not in a grimy way, but more like out-of-your-depth. It was so clean – spotless even – professional and artistic. There were some incredible pieces of art on the walls and retro tattoos everywhere. The other artists were hipster types with beards, rimless glasses and flesh tunnels in their ears.
This time you weren't quite so unnerved. It was busier when you returned for the second appointment, but livelier too – three or four artists working on clients, everyone talking, the artists laughing and their subjects trying not to for fear of moving.
You stood on a chair as he applied the stencil to your lower leg. You watched from high up as the blond carefully positioned it just-so, his head bowed over his work, his own tattoos peeking out from the collar of his shirt, creeping up his neck. He blew a lock of blond hair away from his face as he straightened, telling you to lie face down on the padded massage couch.
It hurt like hell on the back of your calf. More than the first time, when he'd worked around the side and over your shinbone. You distracted yourself with your phone, checking your Instagram account, emails- anything really. You noticed last time that he hadn't been much of a talker. You tried to engage in conversation, curious about the man who was leaving permanent marks on you and while he was perfectly polite, it seemed like he didn't want to chat.
"Smacks on that bit, huh," he'd said, as you took a break for a moment to adjust your position. You had done your best to stay still, but joked as you started that you'd have to make a real effort not to kick him in the face. After a while you had to fidget, because you had held yourself up on your elbows and were starting to tire.
"Too right," you sigh. "Ah well, it'll be worth it in the end”
He'd laughed with his colleagues but didn't seem to want to make small talk with you. As you lay back down, you glanced backward, appreciating how he looked as he concentrated on changing the needle in the tattoo gun. You went back to your phone, quickly squashing your thoughts. His girlfriend had been there, spending the last of her lunchbreak with him. And you had your own man at home. You were quite happy. Nothing wrong with appreciation though, you thought. No-
The sting on your leg made it hard to think anyway, so you looked around the room. One of the tattoo designs on the wall depicted a buxom young woman bent over a sailor's knee, taking a spanking, her heels flailing in the air. You wondered who'd drawn that one, and entertained the faint hope that it was one of yours. That you liked the idea.
The afternoon was drawing in and you'd almost finished. The other artists had completed working on their clients and all but one had disappeared for the afternoon. The read-head dude in the drainpipe jeans.
"Oi Bakugo, you almost done there?" Red-headed guy called over.
"Yeah, just some highlights and a bit of shading to go. You head off. I'll lock up”
"You sure? Thanks man. She doesn't look like the mugging-for-the-takings type," Red-head-dude grinned at you. "In fact she's been as quiet as a mouse”
"I didn't shut up first time round," you smiled back. "Nerves I guess”
"Ah, you got no reason to be nervous now though," smiled your artist. "Pro now, aren't ya? See you in the morning, dude," the man you now know as Bakugo, raised a hand in farewell to his colleague, and the bell on the door rattled as he closed it.
You laughed quietly.
"What?"
"You, taking the piss out of me. Just because it's only my second tattoo, and you're covered…”
"I wasn't!" he protested in mock horror. "Besides, these have been collected over years”
It was odd, you noticed, but as the needle burned on your skin, you felt Bakugo’s gloved fingers as he pulled the skin taut. He was gentle, but where his fingers made contact, you could feel the same burning sensation as where the needle buzzed. Like it was transferring pain. How strange that it should feel that way.
"Where'd it hurt most on you, then?" You asked, feeling a need to fill the silence of the shop.
"Hmm..." he tried to recall. "Probably the same place – or ribs, I think. That's always sore”
"It's transient though isn't it," you mused. "I'd still rather do this than be pierced. This hurts less”
Bakugo laughed. "I guess that depends on where you're pierced though. And piercing's quicker. Come on then, own up... Where?"
He was more talkative when there was no-one else around. You chuckled and dropped your head between your arms, onto the couch.
"Oh, now you're asking!"
"Ohhh... One of those, was it?"
"Yup. It's weird, sitting there fully clothed from the waist up, while someone's bending over your nether regions with a fucking great needle”
"Oh… Oh! Shit! I thought you were gonna say nipple!"
"Erm, no. I'm told that's bloody agony, although I do kinda fancy it. No, this was… well… they call it a VCH" you were pretty sure he'd know exactly where that went.
"Takes all sorts, I suppose. You don't look the type," he said.
"Is there a type..? I didn't keep it anyway. It was really annoying. What about you?"
"Oh.. um.. no. I stick to ink"
You could see that. Bakugo wore long army type pants but you could already guess that his lower legs were covered, as were his arms, and you noted that there must have been something across his shoulders at least. Still, that seemed to be par for the course – you never met a tattooist that didn't have shitloads of the damn things themselves.
"Okay.. just about done here. You did well – no wriggling. Wanna look?"
You sat up slowly. you go and look in the mirror, and decided to get moving. you dropped your feet to the floor and stood up, but it must have been too fast. Your head spun.
"Woah, easy there!" He grabbed your shoulders before you’d fallen, and you found yourself blinking up at his concerned face. You were too wobbly to trust yourself and just stayed there for a moment, half on the bench, half standing, with Bakugo supporting you. You felt like an utter twit. And you felt acutely aware of his proximity.
"Smooth huh?" You giggled weakly.
"It's okay, don't worry. It happens a lot. Even people who have had loads of tats still get cocky and overdo it”
He had strong hands. Big, and warm on your shoulders. You shook your head to clear it.
"You okay yet?" He still looked concerned. Fucking hell, you wished he wasn't touching you right now. Sure, he'd spent the last couple of hours touching you, but that was different. You were weirdly giddy. Like being slightly drunk, you thought. Your mouth ran away with you and you nodded toward the spanked girl on the wall, blurting out:
"One of yours?"
He withdrew, and looked sheepish. You eased yourself off the bench, standing on you’re own. Shaky, but standing.
"Ah. Ha.. Yeah. Yeah, that's mine”
He was rummaging in a cupboard behind the counter. You could see just a mop of spiky blonde hair, and then his eyes, as he rootled around.
"Don't normally do this but I reckon you could use it..."
He had found a small bottle of Jack and poured a slug into a disposable cup, passing it to you. With a shrug, he poured one for himself. You weren’t sure why – it wasn't like he'd got the shakes, was it? No, definitely not – his hands were as deft as ever as he covered the new tattoo, gently wiping away excess ink and blood, carefully wrapping your leg with clingfilm. You wished you were as steady.
You narrowed your eyes at Bakugo over the rim of the cup as you sipped gingerly.
"Don't give much away, do you?"
"Huh?" he was baffled.
"The… You know, the girl. So you distract me with hard liquor rather than risk me asking about her,"
Fucking hell, that'd be bravado from the whiskey, plus the close call from nearly hitting the floor. In a detached sort of way, you could imagine your sensible side looking down at your recklessness and sighing.
Bakugo bit his lip, which made something low down in your stomach twist, so you downed the rest of the booze because it seemed like a better alternative than staring at him. You’d almost forgotten the sting in your leg in favour of an ache - Yep, you thought, that kind of ache – in your nipples, and between your legs. So bloody typical, really... here you were, no makeup, ratty old jeans with one leg rolled up, socks with holes in, in front of an inexplicably attractive man who'd just spent a good couple of hours making you suffer.
You almost spat it straight back out again when you heard him say quietly "Yep... Gotta love giving a good spanking. Don't get the chance much these days, the girlfriend doesn't go in for it, but…”
Jesus, jesus, jesus. You didn't want to think about that. Didn't want to imagine being bent over his knee. Didn't want to imagine how the texture of his clothes would feel against your bare skin. Or what his hands would feel like. Oh fuck, big hands. Big, clever, rough hands. Bakugo must have seen how your skin flushed, how you licked your lips, because he stepped closer to you again. He took the plastic cup from you. You backed up, the small of your back bumping into the couch.
He followed. He was just an inch or two from you and you were sure he could see how your breathing had changed. You looked up at him.
"Shame," you murmured.
And Bakugo moved like lightning, his mouth crushing yours, one hand flying to the back of your head. You opened your mouth for him, and his tongue pushed, hard and insistent. You whimpered at the sensation of being so wanted, and he kissed you even harder than you thought possible, growling as he pushed one warm hand under your shirt, tugging roughly at the cup of your bra. He tasted of whiskey, with the slightest hint of cinnamon. His tongue was so hot it almost burned.
The couch banged up against the counter as he pushed you against it. His fingers found your nipple and twisted, hard. You squealed into his mouth and he laughed, pulling away just enough to catch a breath.
"Like that, is it? Thought so..."
You just looked at him, your swollen lips parted, breathing hard and fast. He held your gaze, his clear vermillion eyes unflinching. He was smiling, a small wry smile that spoke volumes. He knew what was happening just as well as you did.
You moved your own hands up, slowly, not daring to race. Twisted your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. Pulled him down again, and kissed him again. Slower, at first. This was the chance you’d given him – a moment to withdraw that he'd not taken. They both knew that they shouldn't have even been in the same room alone together, not really. But it was between the two of them, now. He hadn't run for the hills. Your blood sang with the thrill of realisation; he wanted you, right now. You moved your other hand up the side of his body, enjoying the warmth of him, but now you slipped it under the waist of his shirt, to feel his patterned skin. He groaned into your mouth and his tongue slipped deeper, taking over.
His hand fell to your jeans, pressing right there between your thighs, cupping you. The heel of Bakugo’s hand was hard against your clit through the thick denim and you were breathless. Jesus fucking christ on a bike... You dared to daydream, and here it was – a fantasy from your own faithless imagination. Your mind was spinning, so close to losing all reason and functioning on instinct alone. Fuck… The smell of him!
He tore at your t-shirt, dragging it over your head, and scrabbled at your bra. 99% of men you’d ever been with were useless with these things, you mused, and yet suddenly it was on the floor with your shirt. He unbuttoned your jeans and shoved them down, then caught himself mid-action, easing them over your sore leg gently. It put his head right next to your pussy, covered only by a pair of unsexily practical plain panties. He breathed in through his nose, his eyes closed... Then looked up at you with a downright mischievous look playing over his face.
"On the bench," he directed. You hopped up, your legs swinging like a small child. He'd found one of the low rolling stools, and sat down in front of you. He pushed your knees apart. A wet spot darkened your cotton panties, and you blushed despite herself. You weren't quite sure of his intentions until the blond brandished a pair of scissors at you – and you must have looked worried half to death, because he cocked one eyebrow: "Safe hands, come on..."
Before you knew it he'd snipped the underwear away. You were exposed completely.
He dipped his face towards your pussy and breathed you in again. You leaned back on the couch, supporting yourself up on one elbow, wanting to watch his face – but automatically closing your eyes in shocked bliss as that searing hot tongue licked you from bottom to top, spreading your lips apart, giving away just how wet you were.
"Fuck," you breathed. You were incoherent – now wasn't the time for intelligent conversation.
His thumbs held you, spread wide, and he lapped at your clit, drawing it into his mouth, nipping unbelievably gently with his teeth. You shuddered. You opened your eyes and saw him watching you, and he was smiling again. He dipped back down and this time his tongue pushed into you. Your back arched and you grabbed the back of his head, hissing at the extremity of the sensation.
You were disbelieving of it. You’d never known a man to do this... to eat pussy with such clear enjoyment. The sensation was amazing – the warmth of his breath, the smooth slickness of his tongue on your hot flesh, the scrape of his barely noticeable stubble on your thighs a harsh counterpoint.
You couldn't help but push yourself against his face, wanting more, murmuring words that didn't make any sense. You yelled out as he pushed a finger into you, teasing you, knowing exactly where to touch. He added another and you gasped. You could hear yourself! Christ, you were so soaking wet that as his hand moved, your cunt made obscene noises. Worse, you loved it. He lifted his face, still finger-fucking you with three fingers now, his thumb running over your clit.
"I think you needed this, didn't ya?"
You could only groan in agreement. Oh, you definitely did, but you sure as hell hadn't expected it. Bakugo laughed that quiet, knowing little laugh again and pinched your clit with one hand, while fingering you faster with the other. You squealed and your hips lifted, wriggling as you felt an orgasm building. You were amazed – it wasn't normally so easy to make you come – and you managed to gasp out a warning just before your whole body stiffened and shook.
He dragged his fingers from your pulsing cunt and strummed your clit hard, making you wail aloud as your pussy squirted hot liquid over the bench. He exclaimed, a mixture of surprise and delight, and pushed his fingers back into you more slowly now, dragging them over the swollen lips of your pussy, spreading your juice over his hand. Your head dropped back to the bench, your chest heaving. You were spaced out and stunned – you didn't think you’d ever cum that violently before.
"Holy fuck," you murmured, more to yourself than anything. Then you realised what a mess you’d made. "Sorry! Ah shit.. Dammit..." you sat up, about to scout around for paper to clean up. He laughed at you and grabbed your arm.
"No chance, babe," he smiled wickedly. "Get over here. Right now"
Bakugo helped you stand, shakily, and led you towards the chestnut-brown buttoned chesterfield sofa that waiting clients would normally loll on. You half tumbled onto the cushions and landed, naked, staring up at him. He flung his own shirt into a corner and tugged his jeans over his hips. You stared dumbly, drinking in the sight of his lean, inked torso. The patterns, words, pictures, life stories you supposed... they carried on downwards, over his hipbones, to meet the tattoos that ran up his legs.
His cock was rock-hard and he stroked it, not taking his eyes off you.
"Get on all fours," he said. You complied, your forearms resting on the arm of the sofa. He sat slowly behind you, running his hands over your ass, grabbing it and spreading you wide. He abruptly buried his face in your pussy, tongue diving inside. He came up for air and gasped, "Fucking hell, you taste so good..."
You felt him manouvre behind you, his hands still on your ass, his thumb occasionally drifting over the pucker of your hole, and then suddenly he was inside you. His cock slid into you smoothly, opening you up, stretching your cunt, and he kept on going until you were utterly full of dick. You squealed as his cockhead nudged your sensitive cervix. He withdrew achingly slowly, letting you get used to the sensation, and then rammed himself home hard and fast.
You felt his hand twist into your hair, tugging your head upwards, and arched your back. The pain of the pull on your scalp was exquisite, ebbing and flowing as he pounded you from behind.
"That's it, babe," he murmured. You could hear the smile in his voice. "Come on, lemme hear you”
You couldn't help yourself – you were squeaking in pain each time his dick slammed into you, but you adored it. You heard the smack of skin on skin as his hips met yours, and your cunt was making deliciously obscene wet sounds.
"Please," you gasped out. "Please, please, please..."
Bakugo didn't cease his movement, groaning in pleasure. "Ah... Please what? Do you want more? Fuck, your pussy's so damn tight round my cock... Don't ask me to stop now”
"No, not stop,". you could hardly get your words straight. "I want to see..."
"Oh!" He understood you breathless gabble, and pulled himself free of your tight hole. The air felt cool on your lips and you savoured it briefly, before he pulled your hips back and helped you lie back on the couch. You looked up, wanting to watch his expression as he pushed himself back inside you.
He did so slowly, his eyes closed, long lashes brushing his cheeks, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. You squeezed his cock, once, as hard as you could, using your pussy muscles to show him just how hard you could work it. His eyes flew open and it was his turn to cry out.
"Fuck, babe... Do that again and I won't last five minutes”
You met his gaze, and held it as he began to move, more slowly now. He bent forwards and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth – then released it and moved his mouth to yours, kissing you, opening you up with his tongue as he opened your cunt with his cock. You dared to tangle a hand in his hair, now, and moaned your need into his mouth.
He sat back, and pushed his thumb between your lips, wetting it, then dragged it over your clit, watching your face for a reaction. You tensed and a red flush began to creep over your chest. A faint smile played over his face and he moved faster, fucking you a little harder, massaging his thumb in circles around your stiff clit, flicking it hard and feeling your body respond.
Your eyes had drifted closed as you enjoyed the sensations, but he wasn't having that.
"Look at me," he said softly. "I want to watch your face when you cum for me”
Christ. Just those words were enough, but he sped up, moving faster and harder. You hadn't been fucked like this for a long, long time – with a lot of guys it was all over in minutes, but he was too damn good for that. His thumb pushed your clit against your pelvic bone and you screamed. Your entire body was rigid as you came, your cunt muscles bearing down hard, trying to force his cock out of you. He pushed hard and deep into you though, prolonging your agony, and true to his word he was watching your face, only pulling his cock out right at the last second – and you wailed, loud and unbelieving, as your orgasm peaked, your cunt walls squeezing tight, and again – again! At some level you marvelled – a rush of hot fluid soaked your thighs as you squirted.
You sagged backwards, breathing fast, and put an embarrassed hand to your mouth.
Bakugo tugged it away, gently, smiling wryly.
"Oh no. Not gonna have you feeling all self-conscious about that. That was... amazing”
And he slid himself inside you again. He was close to coming, so close, you could see it in the lines of tension on his face. It was your turn to encourage him.
"Come on then," you murmured. You cupped your tits with you hands, tweaking your nipples hard, offering him a target – you expected him to unload all over your chest, but he growled, grabbed your hips, and surged forwards. You looked him in the eye and was met with a piercing, almost animal stare as he roared with the release. You felt the heat of his cum deep inside, as he punctuated his final few thrusts with words.
"Holy… fucking… hell," he uttered between clenched teeth. He sat up, and swiped at a sheen of sweat on his forehead. A worried look flashed across his face and your own smile vanished – oh, god, now he'd realised what he'd done, hadn't he?
He leaned down and checked the dressing on your leg. Then raised an eyebrow at you.
"Don't look so worried, it's fine," he grinned. He unfolded himself from the sofa and started to dress, throwing your clothes over for you to do the same. It was weird, you thought, that you could expose your most private places to someone, do the filthiest things, and then only afterwards did you feel awkward.
Bakugo passed you a glass of water, which you gulped greedily at, still slightly out of breath and still slightly disbelieving. "I've… well, I have to... Get home, you know..." you blathered.
"It's okay," he said quietly. "Really. I'm not saying anything" He kissed you, softly, slow and sweet.
"Message me though, when you want to book in again. That leg piece will need a couple more hours work”
— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰
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tired-teacher-blog · 1 year
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Teach I've always been intrigued with the idea of bakugou hiding your pjs and basically most of the clothes you wear at home just so he could see you half naked most of the time
the idea refuses to leave my mind and I just had to share it with you.
Oh he would! Definitely!
Just imagine him feigning innocence while pretending to join the search for your lost garments as he's secretly stealing glances at the way you lusciously move, bend over, kneel.. when you're only wearing panties and a bra.
He licks his lips eagerly each time you unconsciously or aggravatingly start touching your exposed skin while that cute little pout is adorning your face.
And you never suspect him either, in fact, you soon start feeling guilty for troubling him.
And that would be his cue! To do what you ask?
To offer you one of his shirts to slip into instead of the lost pyjamas you were going to wear.
And poor innocent you would shower him with kisses and thank him for taking care of you.
He's a sneaky bastard and he gets away with it each and every time, but you better believe that he loves you.
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— Croissants, Cookies, & Coffee
Pro Hero! Bakugo x Cafe Worker! Black! Fem! Reader
Synopsis: Jagged edged pro hero Dynamight begins to show up to his local cafe just a little too much.
TW: Swearing
“Next in line, please,”
Customers and passerby’s gawked a the man you only smiled politely at. His tall, hulking figure towered over everyone, sticking out like a sore thumb, and his reputation did nothing to help the attention. He seemed tense about it all, the prolonged stares irritating him to no end. But seeing you unfazed, warm lights glowing on your brownskin, gave him some sort of grounding.
“Good afternoon Mr. Dynamight. Should I ring up your usual, or would you like to try one of our new items?” The words fell off your glossed lips so casually, as if you weren’t speaking to the most powerful man in Japan.
“Don’t call me that,” he snarled. “It’s policy,” you said in unison with him, his eyes rolling in annoyance as he kissed his teeth.
“I don’t give a shit about policy, you know what to call me,” he told you, before humming in thought. “I’ll try that fuckin’ peach shit, but only if you make it for me.”
“One pretty peach refresher,” you said, smiling whilst typing the order into the screen in front of you. “What size?”
“Large, and that’ll be all,” he said, reaching into his pockets for his wallet as he mumbled to himself. “Fuckin’ pretty peach refresher, who the fuck comes up with these names?”
You stifled a laugh, lips curling inward. He swiped his card on the reader before you could even tell him the price, huffing as he put his wallet away.
“Thank you, I’ll bring your order over as soon as it’s done,” you chimed.
Swapping places with one of your coworkers, you took on drinks for the moment. To anyone who didn’t know better, you were only doing this because if someone like the explosive pro hero Dynamight says, you do. And in a way, they weren’t wrong.
But your drinks are the only ones he’ll take. Hell, that’s the only time he takes anything, even the pre made baked goods, anything else gets sent back. Your coworkers were convinced your quirk had some magical touch aspect to it. How the hell could he tell if a cappuccino was made by you or not?
A scoop of ice, a cup of dehydrated peach, a cup of peach juice, some water, and a blend later, his order was ready. As you approached, his attention was turned towards the window, simply watching as people and cars passed.
“Katsuki,” you uttered, handing the drink over. “Enjoy your pretty peach refresher.”
Your emphasis on the three words made him roll his eyes again, but you didn’t miss the smile he covered with his cup as he took a sip.
For months, that’s how your interactions went. If you ever asked Katsuki why he progressed passed this in the manner he did, he’d be far to ashamed to say.
Sure, he made nearly daily visits, sometimes coming twice a day. Once in the morning, and then again on the way back home. But his visits soon became erratic, as if he was going for reasons he didn’t want anyone to know.
“Good morning, Katsuki,” you hummed, placing his plate in front of him. “One eggs, ham, and cheese croissant sandwich for you.”
You walked away too fast to see it, only focused on getting through the morning rush of people. Had you stayed a second longer, you’d have caught him watching the morning sun illuminate your features.
That was his first visit of the day. You knew he’d be back soon, as he’d been coming more frequently, just not as soon as he did.
“Since when did you guys have cookies?” The blond asked, nodding over to the display of baked goods.
“Always,” you told him. “I can ring them up for you if you wanna try?”
“Only if you bring them to me,” he smirked.
The aroma of warm chocolate chip cookies had you salivating as you walked them over to his usual window booth. You needed to remind yourself to steal some before clocking out.
“Here are your cookies. And this is your second time back in,” you checked the clock. “Six hours? You beat your record from last time.”
“Yeah?” Katsuki asked, fake surprised at his own timing as he bit into a cookie, humming in satisfaction.
“Yeah,” you smirked, running your hand over pulled back coils to make sure your hair was still neatly in its bun. “Were you hungry or did you just miss me?”
You were standing just feet away from him, and even now he missed you.
“Fucking starving,” he teased, making you kiss your teeth. “You just happen to make all the shit I like.”
You raised your eyebrow in amusement, bearing your teeth in a glossy lipped smile.
“Oh? Like the cookies I only put onto a plate for you?” You asked, pointing to the now empty plate.
“It’s just different when you put it on a plate,” he shrugged.
“Right, right,” you nodded. “Gotta get back to work, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Katsuki came back just two hours later.
“Y’know, I was joking before, but this is getting concerning,” you huffed, placing the mug of coffee onto the table. “This is your third time back, and you were here just two hours ago. And who orders coffee at noon?”
Unbotheredly, he takes a sip from his coffee and says nothing.
“I know you hear me,” you huffed.
You folded your arms over your chest, annoyed that he wouldn’t give you a straight answer. Something was obviously bothersome him, and he was itching to get it off his chest.
“Don’t get me mad on shift Katsuki,” you said sternly. “What’s actually going on.”
“Honestly? I just missed you,” he shrugged.
You were just ready to go off on him, but he sounded so genuine that you held your tongue. This was far from your usual dynamic, and the sudden shift had you at a loss for words
“You free after work?”
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sugarlywhispers · 1 year
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b.katsuki + doctor!wife saves his life
☆— fem reader, ANGST, fluff, swearing, descriptions of blood and medical procedures.
☆— a/n; i wrote this a while ago, and i apologize beforehand for any mistakes. i'm not a doctor.🙃
☆—context; reader and bakugou have an arranged marriage. reader is quirkless, but her parents aren't. a business made by his parents and hers made them end up married. bakugou and reader have hated each other since they met; however, lately they had improved their relationship a lot by this moment.
☆—context2; let's pretend for the sake of this fic that morphine and nitroglycerin don't work well together, and it's deadly when combined. you'll understand why in a bit. *wink wink*
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"Miss Y/L/N, you are needed in the ER urgently. Please, direct yourself here. I repeat, Miss Y/L/N…"
You looked up from the wound you were checking on one of your patients in the ICU to the speakers of the hospital. The voice even sounded urgent, which was kind of unsettling and strange; however your movements didn't hurry. You realized the severity of the call when one of your colleagues entered the room and urged you to hurry and go while she would take your place in caring for the patient you were currently with.
And it felt like a bucket of cold water when you saw Uraraka standing at the door of that room, looking all beaten and tears streaming down her face.
Oh, no.
The only reason she would be here looking like that was because of a fight that ended badly with some villain, like any other hero would likely be there, at the hospital for. However, the fact that she was there, looking for you specifically…
It only meant one thing.
Bakugou.
The next thing you knew is that you're running. The voice of your boss in the very back of your mind nagging at you, "do not run in the hospital!"; but you couldn't care less. Especially not now. You could also hear Uraraka running behind you too with some difficulty; and you felt a bit bad about that. She was also hurt and you should have attended to her wounds, yet he was the only thing you had a mind to care for at the moment.
When you entered the ER, it was chaos. Pro heroes, injured all around the place; even Izuku was sitting on a gurney, a nurse stitching a new open wound in his right arm, face bloody and bruised, dirt all over him. Kaminari was laying on the one next to him, also bruised and passed out.
As your eyes traveled throughout the whole place, you realized every Pro Hero you knew was there, everyone who had belonged to Class A especially. But you couldn't find Bakugou.
All the air in the room felt scarce when you saw Kirishima move around and discuss something with a doctor in one of the private rooms.
Oh, fucking no…
Everything seemed to move in slow motion as you directed yourself there, the beatings of your heart deafening you almost completely, your attention solely in that room where you knew for sure Bakugou was in.
When Kirishima saw you entering the room, he immediately stood close to you, his face also bruised and bloody and dirty, eyes full of tears that fell through his cheeks. He grabbed you by your shoulders and begged you to do something. But your eyes didn't leave the man, your man, laying there, unconscious, blood that slided from his head towards his face; one of his eyes was bloody and swollen and his left shoulder was dislocated. You could hear the bone going back to its place when another specialist put it back.
But your attention was on the monitor, where it showed his vitals getting lower and lower. Another doctor was doing CPR on him, which meant his heart was giving up.
"Y/N, please…"
Kiri's voice sounded very far away, when you could still feel him right in front of you, his hands starting to shake your whole body.
"Please, Y/N, do something!"
The movement of a doctor that suddenly held a syringe close to Bakugou and Kirishima's yell brought you back to your senses.
"DO NOT FUCKING MOVE!" You exclaimed, realizing what all of that scenario was about.
They were about to put Bakugou in a medical coma; and Kirishima and you knew what that meant. Morphine. They were about to inject morphine on a body that mostly had nitroglycerin inside. They were about to kill Pro Hero Dynamight, a.k.a. Bakugou Katsuki, a.k.a. your husband.
Kirishima sighed deeply, relief kicking inside his body as he cried, while everyone froze looking at you surprised. You immediately moved next to Bakugou as you checked on his vitals, your doctor skills possessing your body as you tended to him fast and meticulously and scolded at the same time at the other doctors for not realizing sooner their mistake that almost took your husband's life.
"But, if we can't put morphine on him, how do we take care of him?" You want to swear from there to hell at that doctor. He was obviously new, but he was asking what probably everyone was wondering. And you couldn't blame him for that.
Your mind started to run at two hundred miles per hour, trying, begging for it to find a solution.
Nothing.
"Y/N…" Kirishima called, still crying.
Nothing.
Your eyes filled with tears, so you closed them.
"Y/N," he called you again.
Nothing.
The air that went inside your lungs started to burn, and the exhale hurt your chest heavily.
"Y/N!"
"Shut up!" You yelled back.
All the blood in your body rushed to your chest and head, a pounding pain annoying your process of thinking. You hated-...
You opened your eyes suddenly. 
The blood.
"Blood," you whispered. "He needs a blood transfusion, NOW!"
"Y/N, we don't have his blood type available…"
"What?!" It's both yours and Kirishima's yell, at the same time.
"Fuck," you finally cursed.
And then it enlightened you.
"Connect me," you said as you moved, putting tubes and cables around you and Katsuki. Another doctor asked what you are talking about, "I have the same blood type. Connect me to him, that way his blood renews constantly as you heal him. It will help him stay."
Your relationship with Bakugou was complicated; hell, complicated didn't even hold the entirety of what it was. Having had an arranged marriage, hating each other's guts since the very first day you met, really didn't help you two get along well.
But he kept his promise to protect you, to provide for you. To be there for you, always.
Every day, he woke up first and always left you breakfast ready for when you finally got up, sometimes lunch too; he would always send a text message during the day reminding you to eat, to take a break here and there–in his own way, of course, full of swears and contemptuously.
You never backed away though, you always answered something annoying back that surely started another fight, another discussion between you too.
However, it didn't matter the fight, or what was said in that fight, Bakugou would always stay.
He would always lay in bed next to you at night; if the fight heated up too much, he would go on a run to cool himself down, but he would always come back home.
He would always stay next to you.
Kirishima was asked to leave the room as everyone started moving around you and his best friend, he saw as a cable connected directly your blood with his. He didn't really know what that meant, but he knew something. No matter how much you two fought, or how different you two were…
You loved him.
And he knew Katsuki loved you.
Even when none of you had admitted it yet.
But everything was confirmed to him when he heard you whisper at Bakugou, "Stay, please stay."
.
Bakugou Katsuki felt as if a brick wall fell onto him. And that was a new experience. He had been thrown at walls and through walls, but never one fell over him.
And it fucking sucked.
The white hospital lights hurt his eyes when he tried to open them, and there came all the other feelings. His left shoulder burned and felt tight–it didn't take him much to understand that it probably had been dislocated and the tightness probably came from bands that held it so any kind of movement wouldn't interrupt the process of healing. His legs felt like gum, like even if he tried to move them, the heaviness wouldn't allow it; but they were there, he could feel them, so that was good. His chest though…
It felt so heavy, probably if he paid enough attention he would be able to see the beatings of his heart through the scarred skin. He wanted to grunt annoyed at everything.
He then realized that among all the cables and tubes that were connected to him, there was one that made him feel a bit tingly, because he could feel whatever was that they were injecting him.
He fought against his eyelids until he could open them, and he wasn't expecting what his eyes found–well, one of them, because the other one was so swollen he could barely open it.
You were resting on a big reclining chair next to his bed with a hospital duvet over your body as you slept, a frown in your eyebrows showing how stressed you actually were. He had seen that frown before, sometimes at night when you went to sleep, when you both were laying on your sides but in front of each other, in the bed you shared. He would never fucking admit it out loud, but he sometimes would massage lightly in between your eyebrows until the muscles finally relaxed while you slept. Your face was laying uncomfortably to a side that made Bakugou think that position would probably make your neck hurt once you woke up.
And then he saw it.
The duvet was covering all your body, in exception to one arm that was over it, showing a small tube that clearly connected your blood with his. That's where the tingly came from.
Oh, fuck.
"Oh, you're awake, man," Kirishima's voice distracted him for a moment. He turned his head towards his best friend, who looked as shitty as himself.
Kirishima smiled at him, a whole bunch of emotion written all over his face.
"Fuck," was Bakugou's first word, with a raspy voice that didn't sound like his own, "Was it that bad?"
"You almost died," his best friend's voice cracked a bit, trying to hold back his emotion. "If it hadn't been for Y/N's quick thinking, you would have died. Doctors were about to put morphine on you…"
"Shit," Bakugou let his head fall back, realizing how badly everything could have gone.
"You had internal bleeding, a lung filled with liquid, and several broken bones, you were even bleeding from your head," Kirishima started as Bakugou kept swearing out loud, "When they said they needed to put morphine, I tried to warn them, but they kept dismissing me. Damn, I'm no doctor, but I know stuff!" The red head protested, which made Bakugou smile a bit. "I tried to gain some time as Uraraka ran for Y/N. When she came, obviously they did pay attention to her. She's… really good at this."
They both looked at you as you slept. Your eyebrows were still frowning, but Bakugou could listen to your deep breathing even in that distance. That eased him a bit.
Then his eyes went to the tube again and the anger started to fill his body.
"Why is she connected to me?" He asked, trying to make his raspy voice sound firm.
Kirishima sighed. "There was no other way. They needed to operate, and they didn't have your blood type available at the moment," Bakugou scoffed, hating everything and all you had to do for him. Kirishima laid closer to his face, ready to scold him for his stubbornness, "Your heart was slowing down, you fucking idiot."
That did surprise Bakugou; Kirishima never cursed at anyone. And when the blond found his friend's eyes, they were filled with tears.
"I-I'm fine…" Bakugou reassured him, clearly not knowing what else to do or say at his best friend's deep emotion.
Fuck, he had nearly fucking died.
"Yeah, and that's thanks to her," Kirishima pointed at you, "So be nice," he warned before backing away and taking a deep breath.
Bakugou looked back at you. This couldn't be real. You had to know, right?
"Does she know?"
"Know what?" Kirishima asked as he stretched his big and long arms over his head.
Bakugou looked back at him, "What this fucking means, Eijirou."
Kirishima frowned, now a bit worried, "I don't know, she didn't mention anything. Is it something bad?"
The blond closed his eyes, his right hand closing in a fist, jaw tight. When he was about to answer, a sweet and delicate voice coming out of a sleep state made him open his eyes and look directly in your direction.
"It simply means we are sharing blood," you said, stirring a bit in your chair, opening your eyes and finding deep red ones almost killing you with their gaze.
"Simply?" Bakugou mocked, shaking his head.
"That's what you said," Kiri looked suspicious at you, arms crossing over his chest.
"And I'm not lying or doing anything illegal," you defended yourself as two Pro Heroes looked at you with their Pro Hero scolding eyes.
"We know, but you're hiding information, I can see it clearly now," Kirishima protested, his voice still as gentle as always.
Your fingers started fidgeting with each other,  obviously nervous. For some reason, Kiri's gentle tone was more effective than Bakugou's murdering glare.
Your husband suddenly realized something and snorted, "You didn't tell anyone?"
"There's nothing to tell."
"Yes, there fucking is!"
"No, there isn't!"
"Y/N! For fucks sake-..."
"Shut up, Bakugou!"
"I won't fucking shut up! You are telling them now-..."
"There's nothing to tell, Katsuki!"
"OKAY, ENOUGH!" Eijirou's scream startled both of you. "You both clear this up and tell me right now what you are talking about."
"Eijirou, we are sharing blood!" Bakugou looked like he was about to tear the hair out of his head.
The red head looked at his friends for a moment, back and forth, trying to connect what that meant. And then it clicked.
You two were sharing blood. You were receiving Bakugou's blood as much as he was receiving yours. Which meant…
Your body was currently receiving high doses of pure nitroglycerin through the blood.
"Oh, shit, Y/N!" Kirishima was instantly by your side, "You have to take that off, now!"
"No!" You said pushing him away as he tried to move the tube.
"Fucking yes, you are!" Bakugou protested, trying to sit a bit straighter.
"No, don't move, Bakugou! And stop touching me, Eijirou!" Everyone stopped when you stood up and they looked at your small but firm form standing with authority, "I have been doing this for the past three days you were unconscious, and I'll do it until the doctor says it is enough." You said, tone firm and final as you looked at Bakugou.
"Y/N, you don't fucking have a Quirk," he spat, yet you could see a tiny bit of light in his eyes that begged you to stop doing it.
"And I don't fucking need one to know when enough is enough."
"That's why you have been taking breaks," Kirishima suddenly realized.
"Yes," you admitted, eyes still locked in a fight with Bakugou's. "I take breaks of thirty minutes in between two and three hours," your tone, Kirishima could only describe it as trying to reassure Bakugou that you were fine. But his friend was stubborn.
"It's not enough, and you fucking know it, Y/N!" He protested again.
"I can do this, I'm not weak, Katsuki!"
Kirishima took several steps back as he saw his friend's eye twitch when you called him by his name. It was a clear intimate discussion between a husband and a wife now. He really tried to avoid smiling, but he couldn't, so he simply left the room, leaving this complicated couple to resolve this on their own.
"You. Do. Not. Have. A. Quirk." He repeated, his hand grabbing your wrist, gently, despite the heated discussion you were having.
"And I don't need one for this!" If he was stubborn, you doubled it.
"Y/N! You are not feeling it now, but you will later! And I can't-..."
"You can't what, Bakugou?!"
"LOOK AT ME! I can barely move, and I won't be able to take care of you when the nitroglycerin kicks in!"
"I don't need you to take care of me! I am taking care of you! Besides, a bit of vomiting didn't kill anyone…"
"FUCK, Y/N! You know shit! You don't know how badly this fucking Quirk hurt when I was a kid!" He admitted in a yell, his only eye open now clearly begging you, as the thumb of the hand that was holding your wrist caressed the back of your hand. He always did that, even though his voice and words were rough, his touch was always gentle, careful.
"Katsuki," your hand went to his cheek, holding it with all the gentleness you had. He couldn't avoid the sigh, the relief he felt when your touch finally made any contact with him. He didn't know how desperate he actually was for you to touch him. You saw it, as clear as day, how scared he actually was, so you gently laid your forehead against his without putting any kind of pressure, "I can do this. Please, please, let me help you…" Your throat suddenly felt tight as your eyes filled with tears, "You almost died…"
Your whisper made his insides curl, as his gaze went down to your connected arms, which was the same he was holding your wrist.
You could feel the hold he had on your wrist tighten a little bit by your words, and you sniffed, trying to hold back your emotions.
And that simple action crumbled evey wall Katsuki could have put in between you two.
He was taking deep intakes of breath, your breath that was so close to his face and it felt like it was already healing him.
"You'll take breaks each hour."
"No, that's barely enough time to help it travel your whole body, and you know it."
Bakugou huffed, "Fine, two hours."
You pulled away and rolled your eyes, a traitorous tear rolling down on your cheek, "That's what I've been doing."
"Fucking brat…" He muttered, trying to hide a smirk, and you smiled in satisfaction.
"A simple thank you would be enough," you winked at him, which made him roll his eye.
You saw the little flutter of the other eye that was barely open at its movement, so you immediately went doctor mode and prepared everything to clean his eye, again.
Bakugou simply looked at you and let you work. And as he watched you, he couldn't avoid thinking how good all of you felt close to him, how stupid he was for all this time had you at arms length just because he thought you weren't strong enough, when in reality he was afraid of you getting involved in his world. For having treated you all this time like feather easy to break, when here you were, being the strongest person in the room while taking care of him and his wounds and also sharing blood with him to keep him alive like it was nothing.
He had underestimated you, and now he felt like a jerk.
A jerk that was completely in love with you.
"Thank you," he whispered back.
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Telling off Mineta
|Izuku Midoriya|Katsuki Bakugo|Shoto Todoroki|Fluff|Female reader|
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It was a training day. Everyone was excited to finally be able to use their quirks after long boring classes, being able to burn off some energy. Everyone was in the changing rooms getting ready and changing into their hero costumes. Making small talk with each other wondering about what exercise Aizawa and All Might would make them do.
“I hope we get paired up today Iida. Ive been working on my powers and I want to see how well it would measure up to your super move!” Midoriya slide on his suit while thinking about how exactly he would use his shoot style and ways he could improve it.
“Youve been practicing well Midoriya, but your not the only one. Everyone has gotten stronger” Iida said tying up his shoes tight. It would be horrible if he used his quirk and he ended up tripping.
Midoriya turning to grab something overhears Mineta spouting on about someone. Midoriya has learned to ignore Mineta's antics until he heard who exactly he was spouting about. You.
Even though you didn't even attend UA that didn't keep you safe from Mineta's perverted antics.
“You’ve seen Y/N right? I hope she comes to visit UA again. The skirts at her school are so short. Mmm~ I just want to-” His speech came to a sudden halt when he felt a deadly grip on his shoulders. Glancing up he saw Midoriya with a...smile? “Mineta ...do you mind not talking about Y/N like that? I dont think its really appropriate to do so” Even though Midoryas face seemed warm his tone and grip on Mineta's shoulder told a completely different story.  
Mineta sucked in a breath “Y-Yeah of course. It was just a joke” His choice of word just agitated Midoryia more. “Yeah? Well the next time you decided to “Joke” about Y/N we will have a problem.” Mineta nodded his head quickly and Midoriya went back to Iida.
“You know what Iida. I wouldn't mind Mineta being my partner today either” He slammed his locker shut walking off. 
“What happened to Midoriyas locker?” Kirishima asked Iida looking at the door hanging off a single hinge. “Mineta” Iida simply said closing his and heading out to join the rest of the class.
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Everyone had settled in the cafeteria. Students bustling, utensils clattering, the mumbled tones of food-stuffed voices, it was utterly annoying to him. It's not the fact that it was loud, heck he could be louder than anyone in there. It was the catastrophe sound of it altogether. 
“...it was so cool to see! I have to train 100x harder to be on their level!” Baukgo was with his usual group. Kirishima was telling some story of a Hero he saw that morning. He wasn't fully listening only picking up on parts here and there. “Dude you train all the time. You train just as hard not if harder than everyone else here” Denki responded. “Yeah man, you will reach the Hero level sooner than you know it” Sero chimed in.
Bakugo was mostly in his own head. Thinking about training today school work and other things, but something pulled him out of his thoughts. Someone. A voice stood out to him, an annoying one at that. Bakugos sudden grown snapped Kirishima out of his story. “What's wrong man? What-” Bakugo instantly stood from the table hands slapping down and shaking it.
Hands in his pocket he walks up to him. “So I was thinking me and you could you know...” Mineta's hand reaches out to you but before it makes contact a shadow looms over him. Mineta looks up behind him. Bakugos eyes were narrow and livid “What were you trying to do with my girl you fucking pervert” His voice was low and dangerous. “Katsuki...” you said calmly. He clasps his hands on Mineta's shoulder his hands starting to spark. 
Mineta froze in place “Answer me when I ask you something shit face!” Burn marks starting to form on Mineta's shirt “OW! OW! N-NOTHING, I WASN'T TRYING TO DO ANYTHING” A sinister smirk came up on Bakugos face “You better pray we aren't paired up together for training. You won't live through it” He says letting go and walking towards you. “He didn't touch your right?” He asked you still slightly pissed off. You shook your head giving him a reassuring smile and placing a hand on his arm.
“I'm fine Katsuki. Thank you.” He smirks grabbing you and kissing you deeply so Mineta and everyone else knows that you are his and his only. Mineta kept his fat mouth shut for the rest of the day but was unlucky during the training session. He was with Recovery Girl for the next 2 days.
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It was pretty quiet in the classroom. Mostly hushed voices and paper rustling. Everyone was just waiting for Aizawa to roll into class. Todoroki was just reviewing notes with you until you stepped out to use the bathroom. 
Todoroki continued to review notes on his own until he could have sworn he heard your name. He glanced around the classroom looking until, there. He spotted Mineta talking to Kaminari and Sero in the back of the classroom. Gesturing towards the door you just walked out of with that gross look on his face that made Todoroki shrivel up in disgust.
“Did you see the way her legs looked? They're so slender and sexy”
“Bro I don't think you should-”
“And her bust! Oh man I was Y/N to just-”
An ice crystal soon shadowed the room. Mineta is displayed inside. “I strongly suggest you keep your perverse topic of conversation away from Y/N and all the other girls in class”
Todoroki said towards Mineta's frozen body before swiftly returning to his notes. “All right everyon-” Aizawa halted seeing the large spear of ice. Glancing towards Todoroki who innocently carries on with his studies. “What happened here?” He questioned everyone pointing at you as you coincidentally walk in. You stand there confused seeing an ice block and fingers pointed towards you slowly putting together what had happened. 
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katszumi · 3 months
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“do you think i’m a good person?” you could tell katsuki had to swallow his pride in order to ask you, but when you made eye contact with the male in front of you, the clear look of insecurity was plastered over his face.
your eyebrows knitted together. “i do,” your eyes searched him. obviously, he was trying to maintain his robust appearance, but the way his shoulders slouched more than usual and the very very small pout on his lips, you noticed he wasn’t his usual self. “why are you asking me this?”
your voice lowered in volume and he hated how soft you spoke to him. he didn’t like pity, even if you didn’t view this as such.
katsuki lifted his shoulders and quickly dropped them, his eyes shifting away from yours.
“people talk,” he begrudgingly answered. “just wanted to see if the people around me agreed i guess.” and by people, he meant his stupid classmates and pro-hero teachers, but mainly he meant you.
your opinion mattered to him the most after all.
you shook your head, denying his speculation. you wondered who he was around to even hear something like this.
you inched yourself closer to katsuki on the couch in the dormitory lounge, slipping your hand into his dormat one that laid on his thigh. of course he would explode anyone else that would dare touch him in an affectionate way, but it was you. the only person who could even remotely manage to get him to feel tender inside and be sentimental back—or at least he tries his best.
katuski’s red irises ogled into yours, waiting for your lips to part.
“it doesn’t matter what they think. you’re bakugou katsuki, mr. great explosion murder god dynamight,” katsuki’s shoulders racked gently from laughter, “and you’ve saved countless lives at the age of 17. from what i know, that’s a good person and a damn good future hero.” you hoped your words would inspire him, but his eyes weren’t hopeful enough.
“yeah, i save lives, but if i’m an asshole about it then does it even matter?”
katsuki was being so vulnerable right now that you couldn’t believe it. he told you things he wouldn’t share with anyone else, but never would you have thought how open he could be with you. your heart was warm from the thought.
“don’t let people who know the surface-level bakugou affect the inner bakugou. if they choose not to learn who you really are, then their perspective of you is bias, and that’s unfair.” you explained.
“but,” he started, though you didn’t let him finish.
“and the people around you know that you are a good person. you may be loud, arrogant and brash at moments. but, we wouldn’t want it any other way. who else would we tease for fun if you weren’t there? or if we wanted some honesty, or a good laugh. we love you, kats. the inner and surface level of you.”
katsuki couldn’t help the smile that tugged on his lip, his shoulders lifting with relief. he lightly squeezed your hand that was still entwined with his. you figured it was his way of saying thank you.
“you love me?” he repeated, his smile now forming into a grin. he turned his back and started to lean back, resting his body in your lap.
you giggled, your face warming. “yes, i do.”
“say it then.” his eyes gazing into yours. of course katuski was aware of your love for him. there was nobody sane that would date someone like him; it truly seemed like a beauty and the beast situation in his eyes.
it was all more reason to fall in love with you even harder. he didn’t deserve your love and kindness, but there you were always giving it to him. you’re beautiful, delicate, and intelligent. it would be a sin to not praise the ground that you walked upon. because you were everything to katsuki and he wasn’t sure if he was up to par.
but while you were here, showering him in unconditional and gentle love, he was going to try and learn how to be the best person for you and the people around him. he would hate himself if he lost you because of his irrational behavior considering you’re the future in his eyes.
your smile matched his, crescent moon’s beginning to form under your eyes from how wide your grin was.
“i love you, katsuki.” finally. the words he loved to hear. and it ached. it ached all over. since when did he turn into such a big softie? but, it didn’t matter as long as you remained in his presence.
his rough, calloused hand reached up to cup your face, swiping his thumb across the apple of your cheek.
“i love you more, y/n.”
come here katsuki… lemme love u pls. hes so beautiful and soft. delicate bakugou 4 life !!!
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lovra974 · 21 days
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Slow burn
Bakugo and relationship, it's only fluff, somewhere on the ace spectrum.
Bakugo isn't one for irrational actions. In his hero work, he learned to think fast. In his personal life, he was a casual kind of guy. Didn't mean he was not passionate, passion and determination were core values for him. He knew now he showed love through act of service and quality time.
He readed a lot of romance. Like a lot. But he never felt overwhelmed. He has very strong feelings, it's part of who he is. But the bubbling mind, the butterflies, the flushed cheeks every two minutes, he never felt. But still, it didn't mean he had not strong feelings.
He would shake the hell out of Deku if he told him he felt like a bad hero. He would do the groceries for his parents or with his father every few weeks. He would, without a second of hesitation take a bullet for that damn idiot with shitty hair.
His love life was quite desert for a long time. It was not his priority after all. But when he began to date, he waited the feelings to wash over him. It didn't.
He was interested, he felt comfortable, he felt better definitely but nothing about the craving, the addiction of the other. It destroyed most of his romantic relationship when they would inevitably ask "How much do you love me?" and none of the truths sounded like the good answer. He never lied.
He mets you and bounded slowly with you. Your relationship was how he liked it, casual. The friendship deepen each time he saw you. Until someone would ask him if there was something between the two of you and point out how much like a couple you acted.
Yes, you spoke every day. And you invited the other over every week. Yes you had a serie you watch together and together only. Indeed, you planned your calendar depending on the other. Yes... he missed you when he couldn't saw you but he was fine !
It bothered him. He didn't like when people put their nose in his business. He felt confortable with you. You supported each other. Was the butterflies really needed ?
Did you really need to put a label on ?
Kirishima questioned him to know if he was okay that someone ask you out.
"Why would they say yes ?"
"You know... Maybe they want to date, to have a life partner?"
This kept Bakugo thinking at night. Did you you really want that? And him, what did he want ?
He didn't want you to leave him. Really, he couldn't imagine his life without you in it. Would you go to someone's place and watch series ? Would you planned dates and go to your parents with them ? Would you cuddle with them at night, a smile on your face and safety in your heart ?
He wanted that domesticity with you, only you, if you wanted him too. Just like you were doing.
He felt pretty possessive toward you and it made him feel strange. He really was not used to it.
Through the days, his thoughts grew. It became good to think about you like that. It woke a yearning he did not anticipate. But the fear, the possibility of getting rejected, of destroying the balance you've built. It was gut wrenching.
"So, what are we watching?" you asked, the remote pointed toward the television.
He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants before sitting next to you, tense.
"Don't know."
"Mmh... What about that one?"
He nodded without watching. You looked at his far away eyes, noticing his posture on the couch.
"Hey, you're okay?"
"Yeah, why ?"
"Oh, come on ! I asked if you wanted to watch a documentary without heroes in it and you said yes !"
You got closer, your warmth washing over him and soothing his nerves. He sighed.
"What do you think about dating ?"
He grimaced once he said the sentence. But you didn't laugh. It was a good point.
"What do you mean, what do I think about dating ?"
"Do you think it's a good thing ? Do you want it ?"
He was getting frustrated, thankfully you knew him well.
"I think it's a good thing only if you want it. If you think it will make you happy then yes it's a good thing."
"And do you want to date someone?"
You took your time to think.
"Honestly, aren't we? If you're not comfortable with the label I'm okay to keep it like that."
"Wait... You're saying... You want to-to date me ?"
You smiled, loving his disbelieved face. You got even closer.
"I said it was a good thing only if you wanted it too. Do you want it ?"
His eyes went down to your lips. You pecked his once, testing the waters. You knew he needed time with PDA. He did it a few second after, trying to gauge if he liked it. You were soft, pliant against him. You let him kiss you, slowly at first, learning how you liked to get kissed.
There was no butterfly in his stomach. But he felt relief in his bones. The kiss became more intense, and Bakugo decided he liked it. He liked how you felt against him. He liked the safety and warmth you wrapped him in.
This was more precious than the addiction he heard about.
"I've got you Katsuki, whatever this is I'm okay with it as long as your okay too."
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ʙᴇ ᴍʏ…? || bakugou x fem!reader, suggestive
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katsuki snuggles to your breasts while you caress his back, making him drowsy. "your boobs feel much softer today." katsuki's tone is deep but it's quite muffled because he's still laying on top of your breasts.
you chuckled, "dont have a bra on." katsuki slightly opens his eyes to look at you with a raised brow. "you… don't have a bra on?" you rolled your eyes and point at your nipples poking through your shirt. katsuki's cheek slightly reddens at the sight. "should i fix that for you~?" he smirks.
"sure, use your hand or mouth." you grinned at him. "oh, my mouth?" he swiftly takes off your shirt and grope one of your boobs. "may i kiss you?" he played with your nipple pinching it slightly.
you moan low satisfied with his actions. "thought you're supposed to be my bra not lipstick." you booped his nose. "can i be both your bra and lipstick then~?" he kisses your neck making you feel hotter.
as soon as he heard you hum showing that you say 'yes' he plants a kiss on your lips. and that kiss slowly turns into a make out session. his hand slowly wander into your inner thigh squeezing it. you pulled his wrist which makes him kiss you deeper. after a while you two gasp, you backed away needing air. "you agreed to be my bra, then you said you'll be my lipstick, now i feel like you're gonna my panty."
"what's the problem in that?" he frees his wrist from your hold and continued his adventure. you grind on his erection making him release a groan. "if you keep grinding i might take those panties off."
"dont have panties on, i wanted to be a slut today." you twirl your index finger with a few of his hair strands. katsuki scoffs then cups your cheeks making you look at him. "ya' want degradation today, huh?"
"wanted that everyday~" you kiss and nibble his neck. "my dick might as well be your tampon." he rubs his nose against yours. the redness on your face spread. "katsuki!"
"you would be lying if you said you wouldn't love that."
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PRETTY BLONDE (2.2k)
— bakugou katsuki x reader
SYNOPSIS: how will you ever get what you want if you don’t go and get it yourself?
CONTENTS: sfw but my blog isnt so watch yourself! very suggestive, tipsy female reader, lots of flirting and sexual tension :)
NOTES: hello everyone !! a lil something because i have not been able to write recently aha this is also me self manifesting to have these moments of confidence in my life. thank u all. [headers n borders made by me obvs]
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you're going to buy a pretty blonde a drink at the bar. you’ve never done before. usually it was men buying them for you, men that were never your type. but how will you ever get what you want if you don't go and get it? especially this guy. he looks grumpy like he doesn’t want to be here at all and if you get too close he might bite. exactly your type. as you flick your head back to down your shot, you quickly mumble to the bartender, pointing a finger at the blonde. 
you study the interaction. the bartender slides the drink over to the guy whose eyebrows rise in a surprised shock. you read his lips, “are you fuckin’ with me?” and the bartender steps back in fear, hands in the air and immediately pointing over at you. the blonde sets his ruby eyes on you, narrowing them like he’s looking through sniper glass. he’s trying to work you out, though ultimately he finds nothing under the dingy lights of the bar. just your wobbly but mostly confident smile.
you send him a little wave as he frowns at you, holding the drink with the tips of his fingers. you’re not sure what to make of his response, especially as he keeps his eyes on you when he brings the glass to his lips. your hand drops slowly under his gaze. you feel like you're being sucked in by him, your pupils dropping to his adam’s apple every time he swallows.
once he slams the glass down at the bar, you take that as your chance to bounce away over to your friends. you let go of the breath that was clogging your throat. everything feels so much lighter now you were meters away from him. was that the right move? he feels so… the stare was so… fuck, he’s fine.
instead of dwelling on how long it will take for him to talk to you or if it’s time for the embarrassment to settle in your veins from your first time buying a man a drink, you turn your back on him. you grab your friend's hand into the open space to dance, ignoring the feeling of wandering eyes.
after forty-five minutes of nothing, you’re blocking the interaction out of your mind, telling your friends you’re going to get another round. you’re trying to wave over the bartender when a large figure slides beside you.
holy shit. it’s him.
“why’d you buy me a drink?”
his voice is deep, deeper than you thought and you notice a little accent at the tip of his words. he smells sweet and woodsy and his bottom lip is so plump. he’s beautiful, much more now he’s in front of you. even the curious, slightly offended frown he holds has you begging for more.
but your limit for bold moves has ended and— where is this bartender for another shot?
“oh me? oh erm… i wanted to? thought you weren’t ugly, you know?” you stumble, glancing from his shiny pupils to anything but him. his presence is overwhelming, a sense of confidence you adore.
he gives a nod like he understands what you mean, leaning his back against the bar. your body burns from how close he is, his aura making your hair stand on edge. you bite down on your lip to not make an odd squeak at his attention.
“you aren’t ugly too. makes me feel like an idiot that i didn’t notice you first,” he grunts, but you’re coming to realise that’s just his tone of voice. you wonder what his laugh is like.
“don’t you think i could get a better compliment? i did grow some balls and buy you a drink. i’ve never done that before.” you speak before you can think, but you want to hear him talk more, compliment you, even kiss you.
“‘think you’re beautiful,” he replies right after, not missing a beat. he keeps staring at you, crossing his arms across his chest and your eyes automatically drop to his biceps. he notices too because he flexes and smirks, “and i appreciate being your first.”
you ignore the connotations of this comment, especially how your lower stomach warms. you shake your head, resting your elbow on the counter. “so who are you here with?” 
the man leans on his side to face you and you’re not sure where to look first. he even pulls up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal the tattooed sleeve on his left arm. you cross a leg over the other.
“those idiots in the corner. i don’t drink so fuck knows what they’re up to,” he points a thumb in the opposite direction to where you just were with your friends.
“you don’t drink? wow, buying you a drink probably wasn’t the best move,” you awkwardly laugh, but he shakes his head. 
“i’m gonna drink if a pretty girl buys me one, it’s not every day i get that happenin’. it’s just ‘cause work n’ shit,” he explains and you’re entertained by him, ignoring your drink and focusing on him.
you’re about to ask what he does for work but you’re distracted by him staring at your lips for a moment then they flick up to yours “you never gave me your name, babe.” 
you miss the end of his sentence, the booming music making it difficult. “sorry, what did you say?” you nudge closer to him, your elbow touching his forearm. he could lean in and kiss you at this point.
in fact, you think he’s about to. he leans close to your lips, your breath hitching accidentally. you don’t have enough time to feel embarrassed as he shifts to your ear. instead of raising his voice to beat the noise of the bar, he just gets closer and lower in tone. you fight a whine from leaving your lips.
“what’s your name, babe?” he basically purrs and you feel his lip brush against your ear lobe. 
he pulls away when he’s finished with a smug smile, giving you all the space in the world after being less than an inch away. he knows exactly what he’s doing and you’re not sure if you’re out of your depth with him. his eyebrows rise in expectancy. but you pout.
“you first,” you say, sitting up straighter and brushing your fingertips across his forearm. you want to get a reaction from him. you’ve only got one since you’ve given him a drink.
you’re yet to realise how malleable the man is, giving into you easily with a simple touch. the action has him tensing in a shiver, waiting to see what you’ll do next. the tension between you both is a vibrant pink cloud above your heads.
“bakugou,” he grumbles, looking from your hand to your eyes. he wasn’t lying, you were beautiful and he had no clue why you wanted to talk to a grumpy fuck like him. everything he’s been doing so far has been on a whim, hoping it wasn’t coming off creepy and was catching the vibes you were giving off.
you brush your hand up to his bicep now, lightly resting there in an attempt to feel him up. bakugou hums, though you can’t hear it over all the noise.
“bakugou?” you pronounce each syllable carefully like you’re tasting it on your tongue to test it out. he thinks you like it until you ask, “is that your last or first name?”
when you give him the shiniest puppy dog eyes, he knows that he’d give you anything you wanted for a moment of your time.
“last.”
“you don’t wanna give me your first?” your bottom lip pouts cutely and you squeeze his arm. you even step closer, two can play the proximity game, so your chest barely brushes against his.
“k-katsuki.” he wants to flick his forehead but the blink would mean he’d miss the way your face lights up with the extra information. he licks his bottom lip, “that good enough for you, princess?”
you nod with a smile so pretty that bakugou katsuki very softly presses his lower half into you. 
“nice to meet you, bakugou katsuki.”
“yeah, nice to meet you too. gimme your name.”
“oh. i liked princess though.”
“i can keep callin’ you that after.”
you nudge closer to bakugou, his crotch thick and fat against your lower stomach. you can’t hide your grin and you’re loving his smile. his canines sharp as he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. his breath barely has an alcoholic tinge to it, you can almost taste the ginger beer he was nursing moments before. he won’t drop the eye contact, even tilting his head to taunt you into telling him.
so you do. just your first name though, not your family one. 
“pretty name. suits you, y’know,” he speaks casually, despite how his heart rams against his rib cage. “but i don’t get your other name?”
you shake your head and you feel a large hand slide under your chin, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip. you’re entranced by his ruby eyes, so similar to the jewel. “maybe another time. or back at mine, if you wanna come?”
and this is your second moment of confidence, asking him to come over to yours. taking control of your sex life and what you want.
bakugou brushes his lips over yours and you’re dying to press into his them. his hand is still at your chin as another large hand finds your waist. he holds you tightly, with purpose, that you can’t help but lean all into him. he sighs at you, a very frustrated sigh.
“i can’t, princess,”
what? you try to pull out his arms but it doesn’t show since he holds you so tight, “oh my god this is so embarrassing—,”
“mhm? no, no, i want to, you can fuckin’ feel i want to fuck you.” and it’s true, you want to hook a leg around his waist and pull him into you but there are people all around. annoying.
“then why not?” you practically cry but bakugou doesn’t give you space to feel embarrassed, thumb rubbing across your lip comfortingly. your eyes flutter closed momentarily.
“you’re drunk, baby and i’m not even tipsy. once you're sober you might not even want my ass,” he laughs slightly at the end but it only makes you want to kiss him, press your lips onto his and rub your tongue against his.
“no, not true, the last part! i’m only a little tipsy and i’ll still want you. you’re so pretty, katsuki.” you pinch your fingers together to show how tipsy you were but you both know that’s a slight lie.
“i can drop you home though? stuff my number in your bra so you can call me in the mornin’?”
“you just wanna feel my tits,” you grin, “you can put your number in my phone like a normal person.”
katsuki can’t fight his smile, boyishly shrugging, “i can do that also.”
“only if you let me kiss you,” you reply, reaching up on your tiptoes. 
he’s not taking advantage of a pretty drunk girl is he? especially if you’re asking to kiss him? it won’t go any further, he’ll take her home right after like a gentleman. anyone would be a fool if they didn’t give you what you wanted… just a little peck.
katsuki nods, “just a lil one baby. i’ll give you a better one when you can remember it.”
your arms sneak around bakugou’s neck, “well you’ll remember this, gonna be begging me to call you back,” you mumble before pressing your lips right onto his plush ones. the kiss is nothing like the pressing sexual tension between you both. it’s innocent, sweet, something similar to a girlfriend kissing their boyfriend goodbye. bakugou’s into it, desperately, so as soon as he goes to lick your bottom lip for you to open your mouth you pull away.
bakugou growls loudly and you laugh as you stuff your hand down his jean pocket. he’s confused for a moment, delirious from the kiss that he even lifts his arm for easier access. “what’re you lookin’ for?”
in yet another moment of confidence, you pull out his phone, shining the device back at him for his face to unlock it. once it does, you jump a little in your spot, typing away on the green phone app. he watches you do it effortlessly, then how you lock his phone and slide it back into his pocket.
“call me when you want more, bakugou katsuki.” you tap his chest lightly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
you’re about to walk away, find your friends again but he yanks you back into him, “‘m gonna call you tomorrow, alright? sure you don’t want me to bring you home?”
you shake your head, “i’ll be waiting for your call. not too early though, i like to sleep in.”
he releases your hand reluctantly, “see you soon princess.”
“bye katsuki,” you smile and he keeps his eyes on the top of your head until you’re back sitting with your friends. he smirks when he sees you recite what just happened back to them. catching your lips saying something along the lines of, “pretty blonde.” you look almost shy amongst your friends with a hint of pride. there’s slaps on your back to congratulate you as you all gravitate back to the dance floor.
bakugou takes that as his cue to find his people, but not before scrolling through his contacts to find what you saved yourself as. 
‘your princess’
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sat0-get0 · 7 months
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・❥ 𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 - 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮
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ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 1.8𝙠, 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩, 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙨, 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙭𝙤𝙭𝙤
✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘳. 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘫𝘫𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘯𝘩𝘢. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘪 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘭𝘴 ༄
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You always knew just how to make Bakugou nervous.
Ever since you met him, small things such as calling him by his first name and hugging him as a greeting would fluster him. And as you grew closer, whispering in his ear and touching his muscular arms would always do the trick. The amused giggle you always give after seeing his pink face never made things better, making him push you away as lightly as he can.
Bakugou was always a perceptive guy. Since the day the teasing from you started, he'd try to figure out what it took to make you even the slightest bit nervous. Watching your interactions with other students in the class when he was bored, trying to figure out any ticks in usually nerve wracking scenarios, and even conducting experiments himself. He'd do things like "accidentally" caress your hand or "coincidentally" getting closer and closer to you when walking by your side. Of course, this would backfire. Usually ending in you teasing him with something like, "Look who's getting comfortable." with a cheshire grin.
He almost gave up, deciding you just didn't have the ability to feel nervous or flustered. That was until the tight situation, as you like to put it. It happened yesterday...
You and Bakugou were going back to the dorms from a karaoke night. He's always been one to keep up with his sleep schedule and you had to train the next morning so it was convenient to leave together. The only transportation option available was by train. Of course it wasn't a problem, it being a fast and convenient method of travel. However, your mind quickly changed seeing as it was the most crowded train you've ever been in.
The both of you squeeze into the train, him after you as you made your way to the back, opposite of where you just entered. You leaned back against the train wall with a huff as Bakugou stood in front of you, clearly irritated as he held onto the metal support above. You were practically sardines in a can and you couldn't be more grateful to have less than 10 stops. The train never seemed to get any emptier, if anything it was filling up more with each stop. Bakugou forced to get closer and closer to you as more people got on.
That's not when it happened though. You've never had an issue with him being close to you. It isn't until the train went from full speed to a very sudden stop that things go down. You're secure in your spot, having the support of the wall behind you to keep you stable. Bakugou on the other hand was only supported by the metal structure above him. The stop and his lack of support caused him to jerk forward, taking a step closer to you and leaning down so that he's closer to your face.
It isn't until both of your shocked expressions left your faces that you get.. flustered. Bakugou's gaze softened, eyes that were previously looking down from the commotion making its way up your face til he was looking into your eyes. He muttered a 'sorry' in that deep, raspy voice of his and you could smell the spearmint gum he had been chewing. It was all too much. So much that you reacted before he could even stand up straight again. You whipped your head to the side, not speaking a word as a.. nervous smile crept itself onto your face.
Bakugou was confused at first. Was it his breath? It couldn't be, he was chewing gum and his dental hygiene was great. Were you.. nervous? You? Nervous? It didn't even sound right. But what else would explain your inability to look into his eyes all of a sudden and that wobbly smile you were trying so hard to fight? He needed some time to think but you were already getting off the train since this was the stop you both were getting off at.
Today, you were back to your usual self, all smiles and giggles. Getting close to Bakugou without being all tense. Throughout the day, he thought about what exactly made you react that way. It wasn't just how close he was. Maybe it was the way he leaned down towards your face, maybe it was the soft way he looked into your eyes. Whatever it was, he was going to try to recreate it, even if it killed him.
You hear 3 firm knocks on your dorm door. Everyone was already in their room because it was late so you expected a friend like Mina or Denki to be up and ready to talk at this time. You're amused to see Bakugou at your door and immediately greet him with that mischievous smile he absolutely loves hates.
"What brings you here, Katsuki?" you purr. You allow him to come in by stepping back but remain standing, not expecting someone like Bakugou to stay for long. He probably just needed something and would be on his way so you also don't bother turning on the lights, letting your leds illuminate the room. He thinks for a second about how he'll begin. Even though he had over thought it before knocking, his mind is scrambled all over again.
"I made you nervous yesterday." he spits out, deciding this whole thing would go a lot smoother if he could at least get straight to the point. You look up at him with a blank expression. Blinking once. Twice. Then you burst into a fit of laughter. "Me? Nervous? You feelin' well?" you ask, still chuckling as you playfully place the back of your hand on his forehead. He sighs, knowing this wasn't going to be easy. But you're closer now and it only assists him with his plan.
"Gonna act like that didn't happen?" Bakugou asks, taking a step forward. He's looking down at you intensely, eyes analyzing all of your features, including your lips. You take a step back, he's slowly breaking you. "It didn't. I dont know what you're talking about." You cross your arms and your expression is sassy, a way to hide your growing tension.
"I heard you gulp, Y/N." Bakugou speaks again, taking another step. You also take another backwards, wanting to swallow the lump in your throat but not wanting to prove him right. "There was like.. a million people on that train, Katsuki." You had to think for a split second about how you were gonna phrase that sentence. Usually, you have a response to anything anyone says to you on the tip of your tongue, ready to be released a second after they've spoken. He's slowly chipping away at your resolve.
"You couldn't look me in the eye." Bakugou's voice seems deeper this time, a lot smoother. He takes one more step closer to you and this time when you move to take your step back, you can't. You look behind you and realize you've hit your bed, unable to go any further. You look up at Bakugou and he's close. So close. He's leaning down again. Ruby eyes traveling down your face only to meet your gaze again. And now once again, you find yourself looking away.. feeling nervous.
"You're nervous." Bakugou mutters. "Shut up." you mumble back. You want to bury your face in your hands, sit on the floor and hug your knees to your chest. Your heart is racing and this is the first time in a long time this has ever happened. "Tell me why." he says a lot softer than his usual voice.
You try to look up at him but you can't, eyes immediately darting elsewhere. You don't want to tell him but you don't want to not tell him. Therefore, you groan into your hand. "I'll tell you.. If you back up." Bakugou quickly complies, taking 2 steps back. You take in a deep breath like you've just been suffocating and prepare yourself mentally to get this out.
It's embarrassing. You've always teased Bakugou in a way that hinted at romance but you never said anything about your feelings explicitly. You didn't even know if he actually liked you or if he just wasn't used to someone treating him like that. However, you had your end of the bargain to fulfill.
"It looks like *** **** ******." you mumbled quickly, looking down at your feet the entire time. The dumbfounded expression Bakugou gives you is comical yet you only view it for a split second before looking away again. "You got cotton balls in your mouth or something? Spit it out." he says impatiently and you want to giggle but it's time to get serious.
You inhale before saying in one breath, "Itlookslikeyouregonnakissmewhenyoulookdownatmelikethat."
Bakugou blinks at you, unsure of what to say. You definitely can't look at him now. He could just walk out or laugh in your face. He certainly doesn't want you overthinking so before he knows it, his lips are moving on their own.
"Would you let me?" he asks, stepping closer to you, as close as he was moments before. "What?" you ask, caught completely off guard and finally looking him in the eyes. You watch as Bakugou swallows before repeating, "Would you let me.. kiss you?" He's leaning down towards your face again but this time, he purposefully looks down at your lips for a moment before meeting your gaze again.
Before your body can go into panic mode again, you act before thinking. Your lips are suddenly on his and he isn't the slightest bit caught off guard, beefy arms immediately pulling you closer as they wrap around your waist. He kisses you like he's been waiting for this moment, dying for it. Of course, being as stubborn as he is, he wouldn't have been direct. All he needed was for you to say it and you did. Who was he not to abide?
Your arms wrap around his neck, kissing him back slowly and with as much passion as he's giving you. He's as warm as he usually is, body like a furnace. It only makes the giddiness build up inside you and you wonder if he feels the same way. Truth is, Bakugou's been building up for this moment. Making sure that he wouldn't make a complete fool of himself by letting his nerves take over. That's how he's able to grab you by the waist just right and move his lips so smoothly against yours.
Somehow, the moment seemed to have lasted forever and still felt like such little time as you both pull away to catch your breaths. Even now, you can barely look him in the eyes and it makes him smile above you. "So uh-" Bakugou clears his throat. You feel better about looking up at him now, seeing as he's just as nervous as you are. "I'll be back. In the morning that is. After you get ready. So we can like-"
"Okay, Katsuki." you giggle, placing a small peck on his lips before leading him to the door.
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