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Katsuki being jealous of another man by you, and denies he’s jealous, but eventually gives in when you cuddle him and he relaxes and is pouty about his petty actions? If you cannot do that’s fine, but I love your writings as always you are so underrated. Like you literally leave me wanting more 😠🔪 have a great day babes!

you are my fav person in the whole world ilysm and tysm for your support and help in my early days here !!! AGGRESSIVE APPRECIATION RAAHHHH !!!!! hope you like this and happy early bday lovely ! ♥

warnings. nsfw at the end, lil angst, language

details. afab!reader, aged up characters, reader has nulling quirk (not important), angst and fluff and smut, monoma being a nuisance, bakugou being a nuisance, emotionally stunted bakugou, petty highschool couple bs, cuddling, bakugou being obsessed with tits, 2.8k words

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You hated joint practical assessments with Class 1A and 1B. Especially with the gigantic monitor overhead, showcasing everyone's best and worst moments. Why was it necessary to watch others go through their tests? It was going to be responsible for your soon-to-be hearing loss, as your beloved, classy partner screamed at his middle school sweetheart to--

"GET OFF YOUR ASS, DEKU! GET UP, GET THE FUCK UP!"

It was like watching a middle-aged man spill popcorn all over his own living room because he was screaming too fervidly at the football game on television. The voice cracks were really the icing on top.

There were thankfully other impassioned classmates also yelling at Midoriya's beat-up face on the screen, helping dull the bite of his tantrum, as if he could possibly hear their lackluster advice and/or insults. In a way, it was nice seeing him so concerned for his old friend, wanting him to succeed so badly that he was spraying spit all over the row of 1B students in front of you.

Class 1-A was losing, which yes, was disappointing, but there were still three matches to go. Midoriya was not a deciding factor big enough to warrant Bakugou's severely misplaced rage.

"Aaah," A familiar, slimy voice cozied up to you, an arm slung casually around your shoulders, and Monoma's sly grin came into view on the opposite side from where Bakugo was standing.

"Class 1-A, once again, proves for us that 1-B is the more... sophisticated class, hm?"

"Get off of her."

Speaking of severely misplaced rage: Before you could shrug him off, he was wrenched violently back. Shoes scraped the ground and clothes were ripped, as two blond boys struggled, shouting for a second-- one out of fear, the other dead set on blowing him to pieces.

"I TOLD YOU TO GET OFF."

The smaller of the two would've been thrown straight onto the concrete if his torn uniform wasn't clutched so tightly in the other's hand.

"WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WON'T BLAST YOU TO HELL RIGHT NOW?! WHO RAISED YOU?!"

You quickly looked to Kirishima for an ounce of reassurance. He usually was the only one who could get close enough to an irate Bakugou and either not get hit, or be able to sustain the consequent collateral damage. Unfortunately, you found that he was just as geared up for a fight. Arms were hardened, a knock-off shitty grin across his face, standing immediately behind the human megaphone.

"Oh, you picked the wrong fucking day, bro," The look on his face was nothing short of eager.

This was ridiculous. They were like a bully pair in a shitty old Christmas movie.

Easy fix, on your part. While he was distracted in the middle of his screaming match with Monoma, the thumb and ring finger of one hand slid onto the bare slick, skin of Bakugou's bicep. You watched him struggle against the Quirk's nulling effects, and get a little paler with accompanying nausea. You shot a warning glance to Kirishima. He softened up right away but didn't look too happy about it.

"I hate it when you do that," He snapped at you.

How contradictory. In the middle of a fight he starts because he was jealous, he speaks to you like a dog. Was he actually jealous, or did he just want an excuse to stay angry?

It came out so smooth, so easily, you couldn't react right away to humble him. The downright disrespectful expression he gave you recycled back to his victim's face. He was already halfway through threatening to kick Monoma's ass -the old-fashioned way- before you could even begin to think of something hurtful in return.

That was for the best. Students from 1-A and 1-B alike were watching, some looking for teacher interference and being disappointed there were none with you. It was short-staffed today and the ones that were here were occupying the practice field as safeties.

You walked away. The only sensible option after that was to sit with people not affiliated with him and try to get into a better headspace to start your match coming up. If he was going to hurt Monoma, he'd suffer the consequences of his actions without you being any part of it.

With assessments performed in the morning, this gave you the entire day to brush his efforts off, which grew increasingly more desperate in number and content.

When Aizawa broke the class into small discussions, he tried speaking to you for the first time since that morning.

"D'you finish the Defense assignment?" He muttered, not looking at you.

As you picked up your textbook, you gave a quiet, "Yeah," and moved to join a different group for discussions.

At lunch, he sat with you, and while you couldn't bring yourself to move anywhere else, you didn't share anything with him like usual. He was eyeing your food like he wanted to trade but didn't test the waters. Kirishima would speak exclusively to him, but it was quiet and sparse, like if he spoke any louder he'd set off a bomb.

When you were dismissed for the day, you didn't join him to walk to the dorms and train. Instead, you left with a group to go grab some coffee and 'study.'

Yet, all they wanted to talk about was that morning, so it wasn't as sobering as you intended it to be at first, but when the conversation topics inevitably changed to more digestible gossip, you began to feel a smidge better for the first time that day.

That is, until an inevitable message caught your attention.

KB: You did really well on your assessment

After another hour out, the group decided it was time to go back to the dorms, and on the way there, you kept your eyes on your phone. He must've missed you more than you gave him credit for.

A knock on the door broke you out of a locked stare you had on your unanswered messages. You tried not to make any assumptions as to who it could be as you crossed your room, but still couldn't help but feel disappointed that it wasn't Bakugou.

Still, Kirishima's face was not a welcome guest at the moment.

You kept it short. "What?"

"Can I- uh, come in?" He laughed, to keep it light, but quieted himself when you stepped aside and didn't return his energy.

He cleared his throat. It was clear he'd been with Bakugou a while; he smelled like him.

"He wanted me to tell you that he's really sorry about how he handled this morning."

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Were these the tactics he felt you were deserving of? What was wrong with these little boys? Was this elementary school?

"'Handled' referring to how he completely took over a situation that I already had under control? Then snapped at me? Right."

"And he's real sorry about it, you know he didn't mean to yell at you--," He made the mistake of assuming he was safe from this bigger-picture issue and leaned on your stuff.

"You didn't do a damn bit of help with that, did you?" You reminded him.

Shameful, ruby eyes pointed down to the floor, his jaw tightened, and he lifted his hand from your desk chair, uncomfortable now that he was in the hot seat. His reassurance to Bakugou all day that he did the right thing by being 'protective' and 'manly' was extremely misguided and you didn't have the patience at the moment to explain how he was wrong.

"Sending a messenger to do his dirty work," You scoffed, "If he wants to solve anything, he can come and see me himself."

Kirishima was pissing you off more just by being in your space. Now you didn't want to look at him anymore, so you pointed to the door with a quiet, "Just get out."

It was baffling how dense those two could be when they put their heads together for long enough. They acted like middle school boys so often, especially with the indirect communication, that you wondered if they'd ever emotionally mature past petty jealousy, emotional outbursts, and 'he told me to tell you blah blah blah.'

Now with an empty, quiet room to glance around, you took a big breath with your hands on your hips. Your eyes landed on the bathroom door.

A shower was exactly what you needed to get your mind off of the events of today and recalibrate your mind.

A little hot water was all it took to calm you down, clear your head, and remind you of what was worth getting worked up about. Short answer: Literally nothing. Nothing and nobody should be living in your head rent-free, stressing you out, or giving you wrinkles. Especially not some guy you knew would be groveling for you to forgive him.

Your skin and hair care routine hit particularly different tonight with that alluring thought. Bakugou always did look best when he was apologetic.

Before you could get two steps out of your bathroom, a surprise guest made you emit an embarrassing yelp-- Bakugou was on his phone, reclining back in your desk chair.

"Get- get out!" You cursed yourself for screwing that demand up and tightened the towel around your body.

He glanced up, not-so-subtly trailing his eyes down your legs, and muttered a monotone, "You said I needed to come and see you myself."

"Are you insane? I could've been naked!"

"Well, get dressed and let's talk," He sighed, exasperated.

It would've been hard to catch for most, but this was the best tone he could possibly conjure up in order to not piss you off. It was still harsh by average standards -demanding and bitchy, even- but for him, it was like he put a little 'please' at the end.

You made him turn around so you could pull on a shirt and shorts. He mumbled something bratty about how he's already seen everything.

It earned, "You don't get to see me right now."

His reaction had to be stifled. Being aggressive was what got him here, so he had to control himself. But God, did the thought of you changing behind him remind him that he needed to make this right.

"Okay," You let him know it was safe to turn around and stood in front of him, expectant, "You start."

He had you at the beginning.

However, the longer he went on, it became clear that he had some type of elaborate script in his head, possibly co-authored by Kirishima, in an effort to appease you and smooth tensions over as much as possible, as quickly as possible. It was a mess of 'sorry for a,b,c,d,e... I'll do better next time' and was the least sincere thing you had ever heard.

"That was sad, Katsuki. Seriously."

Flabberghasted his agglomeration of I'm Sorry didn't work on your impossible feminine sensitivities, his calm demeanor cracked and he threw his hands up to rub his face.

You had to guide him through this process if anything was going to happen. "How do you really feel? I don't care if you don't think I'll like it, just be honest."

His head turned to the side. He bit the inside of his cheek.

"I'm confused. I thought you'd like me standing up for you."

The chair waved back and forth while he continued his honesty, "But you didn't. And it pisses me off because I don't know what you want from me."

When you opened your mouth to respond, he hastily added, "And I feel bad about snapping at you. Shouldn't have... shouldn't have done that."

"Okay," You breathed. That wasn't so bad.

Bakugou avoided your eyes while you cleared up his confusion in the evenest tone you could muster. "I do like you standing up for me. But you didn't need to get physical with Monoma just because he touched me."

"Fuck, it's- a compliment!" He laughed as if it was obvious.

"Picking fights and screaming is a compliment?" You crossed your arms.

His pretty face worked hard. For such an intelligent guy, anything to do with his own emotions took him for an amusingly long loop. Veiny hands gripped the chair and his thumbs tapped.

He struggled to explain himself, expressive hands flying around. "I just... I was already so pissed and Monoma can just suck a bag of dicks, so... when he--,"

Bakugou was getting himself worked up all over again, remembering the way somebody else was leaning all over you, how close his face was to yours. You grew sympathetic, less tense all over, as you found genuine worry start to crack through his frustration.

With a sigh, you set your arms down and embraced him, "C'mere."

It didn't take long for him to melt against you, the side of his head squished firm in the middle of your chest as he calmed, listening to your heartbeat.

"It's so easy getting mad about that stuff," He admitted, "'m always... I dunno, ready to blow someone's head off. Now I got you."

Big, red eyes looked up at you briefly, then embarrassed, he lowered his face back into the safety of your body.

Your hands caressed his head, thumbs rubbing out some tense spots along his hairline, "That sounds exhausting."

"Feels pretty good actually," He informed you and leaned into your gentle massage.

In a way, you could imagine the freedom of letting loose so much that you could just scream obscenities and threaten whomever you wanted because you didn't care, but the difference is that his attention was more moment-to-moment. Which, in hindsight, must've made the entire day quite grueling to get through.

"I didn't like the way he put his hands on you." He muttered into your chest.

Two warm palms under your shirt crossed in the center of your back and gave a firm grip to your sides, making you grimace at how close he forced you to him at such an awkward angle.

Nonetheless, you pet the straight, spiky strands on his head in side-to-side motions. His warm, steady breath on your bicep tickled.

You reminded him gently, "You don't like it when anyone touches me."

One hand slipped out of your shirt to squeeze your arm to his mouth. He sucked a slow kiss into it, then after admiring his mark on the otherwise blank canvas, went in for another. Maybe if he covered you in enough bites and bruises, nobody would have the audacity to make him jealous anymore.

For a moment, you tried to pull your arm away, still not done with your conversation, but he snaked his arms around you once more and stood up, "'Cuz your mine," buzzing against your temple, as he carried you over to your bed.

A sigh was muffled against the top of his head as he trapped you underneath him, face going straight for the unrestricted plush give of your chest. He notoriously hated your bras. Would burn them all, if only he knew where you kept them.

"Heavy ass," You groaned, prying your arms from underneath his weight to rub his shoulders and neck, "You don't see me getting mad about girls getting close to you."

One of his hands dove up your shirt through your unobstructed side and slipped over one of your breasts to play with. He chuckled against the other, "Girls don't screw with me."

You hated how right he was. He didn't exactly sell himself on charm and charisma. Everything about him was enough to scare most women off. He was an explosive, feral little demon. But as unhinged as he was, he loved you, wanted you, cherished you. He just showed it in unconventional ways.

"Missed you..." He mumbled against the bunched-up fabric.

A very amused chuckle fell from your lips at his pouty demeanor. It seemed like he could only be this vulnerable when he was physically distracting you. His hand fell to the side to position his thumb directly over your perky bud, eyes studying his own tap-tap-tapping until he felt you tug on the back of his head.

He took a big huffy breath, "'m sorry for being such a jealous ass."

Teeth and tongue were on your skin, lazily, apologetically devouring the one breast he chose to focus on. You assumed he was alluding to him blowing up at you.

You emitted a sharp hum and relaxed your head back on your pillow, "At least-- Mmn, you admit it."

He switched, finally, with a good final kiss to your sensitive lil friend, and lifted your thighs so you could lock them comfortably around his waist. In his adjustment, he pushed up the rest of your shirt, deemed it useless, and slipped it off.

Your mind was cloudy with the swirling mix of just the right amount of cuddly and sexy chemicals. Bakugou apologized, admitted he was wrong, and was being far too cute with your tits in his mouth.

"Aah- just--mn, don't do it again," You warned.

He hummed obediently against you and smiled at the needy squeeze he got around his middle.

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