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pandajaye · 1 year

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With love, Eijirou

Characters: Pro Hero!Red Riot (Eijirou Kirishima) x OC!LaNetta Date, Pro Hero!Dynamight (Katsuki Bakugo), my bestie’s amazing OC Pro Hero!Menti (London Bakugo), Pro Hero!Chargebolt (Denki Kaminari), Pro Hero!Cellophane (Hanta Sero)

Fandom: My Hero Academia/Boku No Hero Academia

Warnings: verbal online harassment

A/N: I can’t believe I’m stepping away from Enji with this…. BUT HE’LL ALWAYS BE THE MAJORITY OF MY FICS I SWEAR!!!!

Also a special thanks to my lovely friend Shuna for always being there for me and helping me create our wonderful world together. I love you so much.

In this day and age, heroes are very respectable people. They go out and risk their lives for others when evil decides to step out of the shadows. Some of those amazing people came out of the UA High School's hero course a few years ago and the world has been a brighter place ever since. There are still a few bumps in the road every now and then but for the most part, everyone is living in harmony. Heroes have even found enough time to settle down and find significant others.

Significant others like LaNetta, the fiancée to Unbreakable Pro Hero, Red Riot!! Or sometimes known as Eijirou, Kirishima, or even still Shitty Hair by his best friend of many years, Katsuki. They still enjoyed patrolling town together from time to time. Civilians are always so excited to meet them, running up and asking for pictures or autographs. They love the attention most of the time. Especially since Eijirou was like a world wonder with how big he had grown since high school. “How tall are ya, Red Riot?”, a young citizen would ask him. He'd always respond the same way. “Seven feet and two inches, thanks to my veggies and working out!” When the citizen would get disappointed he’d add on, “But don’t worry. A little ramen and takoyaki every now and then won’t hurt ya.” with a wink, making them smile. The people love him a lot. He’s so kind-hearted and gentle and never lets his battles with big bad jerks change him.

That sweetness of his comes out with his loved ones the most. Always helps Netta out around the house and makes sure she knows how grateful he is to have her, she does the same for him. They met three years ago when a villain tried to make off with her purse. Kiri handled the situation immediately with light work. When their hands touched as he was handing the purse back to her, they both immediately felt a spark of some kind. It was wonderful. The connection deepened when his beautiful red eyes met her gorgeous brown eyes. He was usually brave but she made his knees weak and his forehead sweat. No matter, he couldn't leave without asking out this gorgeous woman he'd been lucky enough to meet that day. It would be like trying to hit a bullseye blindfolded with a bow and arrow, but still, he did shoot his shot with the help of a very nervous look on his face and a flower he quickly bought from the small florist’s business they were standing In front of.

“U-Umm…. H-Hi…. M-My name is… Um… My name is…. Uhhhhh…” “Red Riot?” LaNetta helped, “Huh? Oh yeah! YEAH! My name’s Red Riot!” You know that look a puppy gets in his eyes when he’s happy and his tail is wagging? Imagine that look on Kiri. Cute, right? “I’m Unbreakable hero Red Riot! But you can call me, Eijirou Kirishima. Or… y’know… later tonight so we can get to know each other better.” LaNetta couldn’t help but giggle at his flirtation. “That was smooth, Red Riot. And cute! Especially the forgetting your name part. Here’s my number, let's do our numbers now before you forget, okay?” She took her phone out of her purse and asked for his own phone so they could do a quick exchange. “I’ll text ya later and if you’re free, we can definitely get to know each other better.” Eijirou nodded with excitement. “Heck yeah! I gotta take this thief to the authorities but I hope we’ll see each other again real soon. Text ya later! Bye!” Netta watched happily as her hero left with the criminal that tried to steal her purse.

That was the last time she saw the thief, but not the last that she saw Red Riot. Now, she saw him daily for the most part. Unless he was on a mission and couldn't quickly come home and take a break. Even then, they kept up communication when they could. She was always waiting back at their home for him with open arms and his favorite meals. His favorite meals were a part of many important things she had memorized about him. She knew his favorite music and movies and how to help him relax after a long day at work. He knew all the same things for her, too.

Netta may not have a quirk of her own, but she does have a successful career that allows her to work from home most of the time. While Eijirou is away at work fighting for just and saving Japan from villains, she's at home doing the same. Except these villains are fictional and in video games, but she does fight live. For a while now, Netta's income has been rolling in from her job as a live streamer. The number of views wasn't so hot at first. She did learn that being in a relationship with one of the top five heroes of Japan brought in a lot of positive... and negative attention.

It wasn't too often, nor rare Netta would notice a lot of weird or negative comments in the chat of her live streams. A few men in her live chat would make her uncomfortable and say things about her looks. 'You'd get more views being topless sweetheart, just sayin' ;)' or 'That's a face I'd want in my lap' It gave her an icky feeling and would sometimes get the best of her emotions and make her upset to the point she'd end the stream early. Other men would argue about how girls suck at video games, the usual dumb trolls. On the other side, other women would bring negative vibes to her streams. It was a little harder to ignore ladies also making fun of how different she looked and saying she didn't deserve to be with Kiri and that he belonged to them or would soon leave her for them. Some would even ask her to tell him the flirts they'd post.

Sometimes, Eijirou would join her while she streamed. They would entertain themselves with multiplayer games together. He was aware of the haters and trolls and would deliberately place himself closer to the camera and kiss her each time they had a small break or victory. "I know it's hard, but you can't let those meanies get to you, babe. I love you so much, and if they can't accept that, they're more bonkers than a Mortal Kombat character that got their brain knocked out of their head. Y'know?" She chuckled as he gave her head pats and a kiss. "To all of you haters and trolls out there, leave my sweet nerd alone! I'm not too good for her. It's completely the opposite! Every day I have the opportunity to wake up with her in my arms is a blessing that I wouldn't trade for the world. I LOVE MY BEAUTIFUL GAMER GIRLFRIEND!" He accidentally hyped himself up too much, making Netta blush. "Oh goodness, Ei." She smiled, hiding her face in her hands to hide her being flustered.

That was just how Kirishima was. He was obsessed with her from the first day he met her. Little did he know, they had been around each other already. It wasn't until after they'd started dating that he discovered that they actually went to UA high school at the same time! While Kiri was enrolled in the school's Hero course, LaNetta was in the General Education course. The first time she noticed him was at the UA Sports Festival. His bright red spiky hair and super amazing quirk caught her attention. She still remembers hoping he'd beat that Tetsutetsu guy in their first fight where they knocked each other out. She also remembers when they had their second battle and how flustered and excited she got when he finally beat Tetsu. It's still one of the coolest memories she has of high school. Another time she got to see him in action was at the UA school festival. For a brief moment, it felt like he looked at her while dancing on stage with class 1-A but she never really allowed herself to hold onto her hope since there were a lot of girls around her at the time.

Whether or not he had been looking at her then, he was definitely looking at her now. How she stayed cool while he was nervous the first time they met is still a mystery. Usually, she was the anxious one. But the moment felt so correct, so right. Maybe because there was no reason to be anxious. What happened was supposed to and that's why she felt so comfortable back then. Now she's exactly where she's supposed to be and it's more than satisfying. It's constantly relieving to be in such a loving environment. Netta didn't really have friends when she was growing up, but now she had some pretty cool ones. They were Kiri's friends first but when she learned that they accepted her, she was ecstatic. Katsuki, London, Kaminari, and Sero are all wonderful people whom she constantly feels grateful for getting the opportunity of meeting. Kiri's heart felt warm and full when they expressed their approval of LaNetta. He still remembers talking to the guys when they met for drinks the day after.

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"She's just so sweet and kind and nice and adorable and oh my god those thiiiighs. Aw man... those things feel soooo goood. Y'know?" Kiri's sweet words were slurred but cute. "And get this... SHE WAS AT UA AT THE SAME TIME AS US! What?!" Kaminari and Sero looked at each other before laughing at him. "Dude. We know." Sero rubbed his giant drunk friend's back. "We know." Eijirou sat up and glared at them. "How the *hic* hell? What do you mean you know?" Kaminari pretended to be offended by his words. "Maybe because I ALWAYS spot the cuties before you do. It was hard to not notice how every time we saw her she'd be looking at you."

The world around them froze, or so it seemed. Did he hear that correctly? She was always looking at him? Wow. It definitely must have been fate that they found each other. She liked him before he even knew her. "So she's really been in my corner forever? Wow. Heyyy, wait! How come you never told me about her? I could've talked to her and we could've been *hic* high school sweethearts!" Denki shrugged. "I don't know. You didn't really give off "I want a girlfriend" vibes. Like you were more focused on school and being manly so we just didn't mention it." They had a point, he was focused on school a lot. And being manly. Katsuki chimed in next. "I didn't say anything because I was too busy to care." Sero chuckled and elbowed Denki. "Or was it because he was too busy getting his butt kicked by London?" In classic Katsuki fashion, Katsuki dragged his thumb across his neck to non-verbally threaten them.

"I guess you're right. Doesn't matter now anyway. I love her so much. She's the one. I know it. I-*hic* I-I don't know how I know it. But I do. There's something about her that just feels like... like...-" "Like when you're putting one of those cool fruit-themed wooden puzzles together in the doctor's office and the orange slides in its space real easy?" Kirishima, Sero, and Katsuki stared at him, saying enough with their looks and brief silence. "Yeah, dude. Just like that. Anyways... I'm just really grateful to know that everything worked out for us. Let's do a fuckin' toast or *hic* somethin'." The gentlemen all raised the beers they'd been drinking. "To true love! May I gather the courage to one day propose to LaNetta." "Cheers!" The necks of the bottles chimed beautifully together.

*****

That was over two years ago. Eijirou and LaNetta's relationship has grown so much since then. He realized for himself that he really did want to marry her as he lay in bed next to her that night. And now he was even more sure of it now. With Katsuki's help, he was able to come up with a sweet little proposal plan that he knew she would enjoy. It wasn't too small, and it wasn't too big and extra. Just nice and personal to them. It all started with a special breakfast for his love. Netta had a long night streaming, causing her to go to bed late. The game she was playing was sort of difficult and she kept having to retry over and over again. It lasted all the way to three in the morning before she finally decided to give up. She hated having to throw in the towel on games so Kiri stayed up to comfort her with cuddles and kisses. Since she stayed up so late, she would also sleep in, which gave him some time to cook her favorite breakfast. Waffles with fresh sliced strawberries and blueberries mixed in with whipped cream to put on top, some cheesy scrambled eggs and bacon paired with a small serving of rice and orange juice for his sweet girl who loves her vitamin C. Before he started on breakfast, he had set out her favorite fluffy pink bedroom slippers and one of his hoodies to wear on top of her pajamas. A sticky note was attached to it with a little heart around the words 'Good morning, love ya!'.

"Aww, that's cute." She smiled at the note when a scent turned her to sniffing the air. The smell of Kiri's cooking made her heart flutter. They both knew how to cook well so they'd take turns, some mornings they'd cook together. Cooking with a few kisses in the mix was the best way to make breakfast. Slippers on her feet and hoodie keeping her warm and cozy, she stepped into the kitchen and saw the breakfast he had made for her. The grin that grew on her face couldn't be stopped from appearing. "Eijirou Kirishima, why are you so good to me? I feel so lucky." Kiri smiled at his girlfriend and sat her plate down on the table for her. "I'm good to you because I love you and you deserve the best. Take a seat before your food gets cold, babe." She followed his directions and took a few bites. "Oh man, Kiri, you are so amazing. Handsome, sweet as can be, and a chef, literally every girl's dream." He laughed and kissed her cheek, sitting next to her with a plate he made for himself. "Yeah but I only wanna be one girl's dream. Yours. And that's it." Netta blushed at his words, his love was never unexpected but it still always gave her such a good feeling deep inside. "Awwwww! I love you, Mountain Man!" She scooted closer and kissed his cheek this time before she continued eating. He wrapped an arm around her for a little side hug. "I love you, too, Gamer Girl."

They finished their breakfast and decided to spend some time cuddling on the couch. "Not to interrupt this sweet moment but I just wanna let you know that I'm proud of you no matter what. I know last night was rough with that crazy difficult game.” He rubbed Netta’s back and kissed the top of her head. “I can imagine that it must've been so annoying and I know how much you hate having to give up for the time being but I also know you’ll do so much better when you get back to it. You’re always so strong and smart, whether you notice it or not. I do notice it. And I’m so very proud of every little and big victory that you have.”

Netta sat up from laying on her boyfriend and looked over her boyfriend's face. “Why are you being so sweet today? What’s going on? What are you planning?” She asked, making Kiri smirk. He shrugged and looked away from her. “Nothing. Just being sweet to be sweet cause I love you so much. And... maybe... I have a little something planned for later." Netta guided Eijirou's face back towards hers. "Babe? What do you have planned? Tell meeeee!" She whined. No, she didn't care how whining as an adult made her look, he'd still love her so it's okay. "Nothing fancy. I just invited our friends over. That's it, I swear. Everyone was available so I thought it would be fun to have like a little potluck thing. Is that okay with you?" She rolled her eyes. "Of course, it's okay, Kiri. It does sound like a lot of fun." That made him smile. His plan was off to a great start. "Awesome, baby. I'm about to head out in a little bit. Kats and I are going grocery shopping together and he'll be here in a few minutes. What do you want us to make for dinner?" Netta took a second to think about it first before coming up with an idea. "How about.... teriyaki yakitori skewers smothered in sauce? Sound good?" Kirishima loved Netta's yakitori skewers. She always gave him more meat than veggies on his skewers and for that, he adored her. "Sounds beautiful, babe! I love you so much." He held her face and gave her a fun and sloppy kiss. "Aww, I love you, too, Kiri-Bear!"

It wasn't long before Katsuki showed up and he and Eijirou headed off to the store. While they were gone, Netta used this free time to get in a little nap and then clean the house before everyone showed up. Little did she know, Kiri was on a mission slightly more important than just grocery shopping. "I know it's normal but I hate being so nervous about this. What if she says no and hates me forever?" Katsuki almost smacked his blockheaded friend in the back of the head with the lettuce he was holding. "Shitty hair, you're a fucking idiot. Netta's crazy about you, no matter how bad you stink from the gym." Kats' comment made Kiri try to sneak a smell of himself but he was all good. "The way you look at her with so much love in your eyes is exactly how she looks up at your gigantic ass. That girl probably dreams about you. You're meant to be together. We all know it and we all see it. Don't be nervous. Have you started the letter yet?" Kiri shrugged and looked away. "Well.... not yet. But I promise I will. I have an idea for all that I want to write. My heart will do the rest." Kats rolled his eyes. "Oi oi oi, so cheesy. I know she's gonna love whatever you write to her since you two are meant to be. Now let's hurry up and get out of here. We have a few more stops to make." They got the rest of what they needed from the grocery store successfully and headed out with a purpose.

When Kiri got back home from the store, Netta had cleaned up pretty nicely. Even lit a nice cherry blossom-scented candle. "Hi, honey! How was shopping? You guys were gone for a good while." They exchanged a small kiss as Netta grabbed some of the groceries from his hands. "Yeah, sorry, it was packed in there. And a sweet older woman was taking some time counting her change but we didn't wanna be rude so we just politely waited." That made Netta smile and her heart sing. She loved how kind and patient he could be with not only her but those he doesn't even know personally. "Awww, my big, polite boyfriend. How nice of you!" A blush grew across Eijirou's face. He loved hearing compliments from her. Her praise always means a lot to him and he absolutely adores it all. It gave him a confidence boost that was satisfying and long-lasting and raised his self-esteem. "Heh. That's me. Anyways, everyone will be here after a while, so let's get cooking. Shall we, m'lady?" Kiri bowed like a respectful prince and held his hand out, Netta curtsied in response. "We shall, my sweet Prince." They strolled to the kitchen, already prepared to cook in harmony. An indicator that the food would be filled with love. Very fitting for the night.

It wasn't a complicated dish at all which they would balance with making it with quality. They tasted things together and gave each other advice on how to improve on something. Netta made a small mistake on something but Kiri comforted her and kept her on track. Sometimes she overthinks her mistakes and gets so ready to call them failures when they're simple fixes. Her anxiety starts but Kiri manages to extinguish it before it gets the best of her. She appreciates his big loving self so very much. There was a knock on the door just as Netta was adding another layer of sauce to the skewers. "Kiri-Bear, could you-" "Got it, babe!" He beat her to her question. When he opened the door, both parties had made it and were just on time. "Hey, Bomb Squad!" Kiri greeted the Bakugos first. "Hey, Kiri!" London waved, jumping up to hug him. He missed her earlier when he and Kats were shopping but he was happy that his bestie was here now. "Hey, Lon. Ooh, you smell good." Kiri observed before setting her back down so she could stand. "It's a new vanilla scent that Kats bought me. Isn't that right, Pumpkin?" She smiled as Katsuki bent down for her to hold his face and kiss him. "Damn right, baby. I'll do anything for my wife." Katsuki winked at Kirishima who got nervous all over again thinking about what would happen tonight. Since Kats was carrying the Bakugos' dish, he only carefully bumped shoulders with Kirishima. "It's okay. You got this." He whispered before heading into the kitchen to greet Netta who London had already beaten him to.

"Yo! Eijirou!" Hanta's voice brought Kiri out of his nervous thoughts. "Yo! Sero! Can I help you with that?" His good buddy was carrying a pretty heavy-looking pot and it would be a disaster if he dropped it. "No thanks, bro. I got it. It looks heavy but it's not really. I appreciate the offer though. Should I put it in the kitchen?" "Yep! Netta's in there with Lon and Kats. She'll show you where to put it." "Roger that!" Sero replied, making his way to the kitchen. "Oh! And Denki's coming in behind me! We carpooled but he's taking forever to get out of the car." Just as Kiri looked back at the door from looking at Sero, Denki was coming in with his dish. "Hey, I heard that, Tape Boy! Dumb meanie." Denki pouted while walking in. "Hello to you, too, Kami." Kiri chuckled, closing the door behind him. Kami's voice slowly decrescendoed to a whisper. "Hey, man. You aren't nervous about tonight, are you? I am." Eijirou's head tilted in confusion. "Um... why would you be nervous exactly?" Denki looked up at his big red friend and shrugged. "You know... I'm not really sure. Good luck man." He nodded, turning around to join the others in the kitchen. Kiri sighed. "Thanks, man. Really made it so much better." He stated sarcastically. He took a deep breath and headed to the kitchen with the others.

LaNetta, London, and Kaminari set the table while Eijirou and Katsuki prepared to set the dishes out on the table once the first group was done. When dinner started, the table was decorated with not only good food but with good friends. There were updates from each other's personal and daily lives. Funny stories like one London told about how Katsuki fell asleep with a green face mask on. "And y'all... oh my goodness. He wakes up, goes in the bathroom, and scares himself!" The table erupted in laughter imagining Katsuki's brief panic. "He really forgot he had it on, huh?" Sero asked. "Yes! I guess he didn't feel it and all of a sudden he sees the boogeyman in the mirror. I got to see it cause I was just passing by the door and it was perfect timing. And I mean PERFECT! You guys should have been there!" Everyone laughed again. Kiri couldn't help but look at Netta while they laughed. She always looked so beautiful with so much joy on her face. She looks... awesome. He looked down at the table as his laugh slowed but noticed his heart rate picked up. Now. Now was the time to do it. When he looked up, Katsuki was looking right at him, he caught the hint in Kiri's eyes and gave him a nod of reassurance, Kiri returned it before activating Operation: Proposal.

"Ahem. Hey, Net'." Eijirou tapped LaNetta's arm to get her attention. "Yeah, babe?" Netta leaned in close to listen to him. "Do you think you could bring me some water from the fridge, please? My throat's a little dry." He cleared his throat again to add to his act. "Oh yeah, sure, babe. I'll be right back." "Thank you, sweetie. I appreciate you." Kiri kissed her cheek before she got up. "Of course, baby. You know I always got you." Netta smiled at him again before leaving and he felt his heart thump again. Just like it did when he watched her laugh. Oblivious little LaNetta hummed as she went to the fridge and got out a bottle of water for her Kiri-Bear. When she came back, she completely froze. Everyone in the room was looking at her. Most importantly, Eijirou Kirishima was down on one knee and holding something behind his back and a letter in the other hand in front of him. "E-Ei? What-... Baby, what is this?" Netta's voice had gone soft and quiet. Kiri swallowed and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

"LaNetta Date... I never expected to be in this position. It isn't something that I really ever used to think about to be honest, y'know? Being a hero, that's what the hype was... for me... a-at first. Like back in school and a little bit after I graduated. Uh... anyway. Somewhere along the line, I realized something. Something important. And that is..." Eijirou had no idea that he had teared up, unaware of the tears rolling down his face. "Love. I realized that love... means a whole hell of a lot more to me than being a hero. And of course, I love my friends and family and such but I'm talking about a different kind of love. Not friendship love, though you are my best friend. Not family love, though I'd love to eventually have one with you. But the type of love that... I don't even think I can explain. That's just how big it is actually. That's how much this means to me." He sniffled this time. "That's how much you mean to me. I can't even explain what kind of love I feel for you because it's bigger than me. And I'm the biggest damn thing in this whole apartment next to the fridge." He laughed a bit and Netta and everyone else did with him. "I have a lot of love for you. The way you made me feel the day we met has gotten better and better and better and life just feels that much brighter since I've met you. The way life happens through your eyes is more beautiful than any Picasso. The way you love me and you encourage me and support me is just so impactful and makes me feel valid and makes me always wanna work hard so that I can be the best I can be for you and come back home to you."

Eijirou put the letter back on the table and pulled his hand from behind him. LaNetta quietly gasped seeing the small, red, velvet box in his hands that had held her so lovingly many a time before. "I want to continue coming back home to you. I want to continue not only being loved by you but loving you and every little detail about you. You are so gorgeous. So pretty. So smart and clever and amazing and lovely and awesome. So beautiful, both inside and out. I love that about you. I love you. It would be a wonderful and super manly honor if you could stay in my life forever and ever and allow me to love you forever and ever. LaNetta Date..." Everyone listened closely in emotional silence.

"Will you marry me?"

The ring box opened and the diamond inside sparkled tremendously along with the tiny red gems within the band itself. LaNetta uncovered her mouth, no longer worried about a cry escaping. "Yes." She answered, tears wetting her glasses and falling down the sides of her cheeks. "Yes, Eijirou. I will marry you." The biggest grin Kirishima's face could ever manage grew on his face. Tears welled up in his eyes during his speech and finally fell as he slipped the ring on her finger. "I love you so much, LaNetta!" Eijirou stood up and hugged LaNetta like there was no tomorrow, their friends clapping for them. "WOOHOO!" "CONGRATULATIONS!" They cheered. Katsuki did a double-take when he looked at how much Denki was crying. "Wow. Are you okay?" He asked. "MHM! I JUST- I JUST- I LOVE THOSE CRAZY KIIIIIIIIDS! WAAAAAHHHHHH!" Denki sobbed, making Katsuki look at him with brief disgust before rubbing his friend's back. "It's okay, Denki. Let it out, bud." He soon regretted telling Kaminari to let it all out when he saw how much snot was involved. Respectfully, he stopped touching him. To his delightful surprise, London had turned around to give him a quick kiss. "That was so beautiful." She whispered. He smiled and wiped the tears off her cheeks. "It was. They're gonna have their happy ever after. I'm happy for them." "Me too." London settled into his arms, laying her head on her husband as they watched their friends have their first kiss as fiance and fiancee.

When they pulled away from each other, they couldn't help but laugh. Both of them had not only their own tears on their face, but they were pretty sure they'd been combined. Tonight they were exchanging tears and soon they'd be exchanging vows. "Chile, while we sitting here crying up a storm, we still got food to eat! I gotta replace the liquid I've lost from crying. Somebody pour me some tea." "Actually, I also bought some champagne at the store today for the occasion. Kats took it home with him but brought it back over here. I'll get the glasses." Kiri kissed Netta again then went to the kitchen. "I'll help you out, bro!" Sero chimed, getting up and following Kiri into the kitchen. LaNetta's face was stuck in a smile and her friends loved seeing it. "So... how do ya feel?" London asked. Netta sighed happily. "I feel... amazing. I hope this isn't a dream. I also feel silly 'cause how didn't I know he was doing this but Katsuki and all of you were behind it?" Katsuki, London, and Denki all looked at each other before shrugging. "I guess now we know why you need glasses." Katsuki teased, earning a gentle smack to the chest from London. "Be nice. This is her night. You can tease each other some other time. Tonight we celebrate!" Just then, Kiri and Sero returned from the kitchen.

"And what better way to celebrate than with champagne." Everyone braced themselves as Kiri popped the cork and poured glasses for Netta and everyone else before himself. "Oh, dude! You gotta do a toast!" The others agreed with him and Kiri was convinced. While he stood up, everyone else lifted their glasses. "A toast to eternal love, total manliness, and the fact that I get to spend the rest of my life with the most amazing woman I've ever met. To love!" "To love!" Everyone called after him before cheering. His and Netta's sips were quick as they had more kisses to give. "Ewww. Get a room, you two!" Sero teased this time. "We have one! It's right down the hall." Kiri pointed, taking another quick sip. "And I have a feeling it's about to be used greatly tonight~" Netta added. Kiri felt himself blush and grinned at his gir- no... fiancee. "Oh yeah. It's about to go down tonight, Gamer Girl." "Damn right, Mountain Man. You already know." They smirked gleefully at each other.

Gracefully, everything settled back down and they all went back to eating until they couldn't eat anymore. They spent some time talking and letting their food digest before getting ready to leave. Whatever was leftover was offered for to-go and everything else was given to Kiri and Netta before they took their own empty dishes home. "Congratulations again, you two." "Yeah! Way to go, guys!" Their friends gave their good wishes as a part of their goodbyes. The newly engaged couple watched and waved as their friends left, closing and locking the door after the headlights disappeared. They cleaned up the kitchen and everything before going to get ready for bed and the sweet night ahead of them. Once they were comfortably in bed, Eijirou held LaNetta in his arms, kissing her over and over and over. "Wow... I still can't believe I did that. Are... Are you satisfied with how I proposed?" Netta could sense a little worriedness in her fiance's voice. "Yes, Eijirou. It was better than I could ever wish for in a million years."

"Yeah? How 'bout a billion?"

"Yes, Kiri."

"A trillion?"

"That, too."

"A zillion bajillion?"

"Kiri."

"Yes?"

"Kiss me."

"Yes, baby."

He smiled leaning in close. "Here it goes. A nice, quality kiss." He kissed her soft lips, caressing her face and rubbing his thumb along her cheek. It was filled with passion and fire that only they could and would ever be able to understand. It was signature and special and unique to only them. His hands found themselves squishing her wonderfully chubby tummy. Her hands found themselves in his charming red hair. They had a hold on each other that was out of this world and they'd never want it to change. Their lips separated and their panting put into perspective just how hard their kiss became. "I love you so much, Eijirou. That letter you wrote to me was so beautiful." Netta smiled and looked into his eyes. "I love you so much, too, LaNetta. You know though, there was one last part to the letter that I didn't read out loud." He said, holding her closer. "Oh yeah? And what was that last part?" Kirishima's lips pressed against hers in a kiss once more before he answered. "It was..."

"...With love, Eijirou"

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theirtheretheyre · 2 years

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so uh. do ppl usually prefer first or second person pov in xreader fics. bc ive been switching between the two lmao

#this is for the fic #pro hero cellophane mullet daddy x reader #you know. that fic

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kingkatsuki · 1 year

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— when you stand up for him

Masterlist.

Warnings: 18+, v v suggestive, Bakugou’s always having nasty thoughts about you, not proofread.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.9k.

Since you’d started working at Dynamight’s agency you’d found out firsthand how defamatory the media could be. There was often a mixture of positive and negative headlines for all the Pro-Heroes in the top fifty, some more negative than others. Cellophane had been stuck in a messy situation just last week when a saucy text chain had been leaked to the press, the lewd messages accompanied by a rather salacious picture of him in a state of undress. Obviously an attempt by the media to paint him in a bad light, but it actually ended up thrusting him into the top ten.

“He woulda sent that fuckin’ dick pic to anyone that asked.” Bakugou scoffed when you’d told him, grinning at the cheesy headline “Cellophane stuck in a sticky situation.”

But in particular, the media seemed hellbent on making a villain out of Dynamight. A well-known fact that they knew sold papers. His brash personality and fiery quirk made him an easy target for those sleazy tabloids to ridicule. Painting the perfect picture of Number One Pro-Hero Deku, and demonising the Number Two who was always hiding in his shadow.

Of course, the media scrutiny didn’t bother Bakugou much, far used to these words for them to have any real bite. The judgement seemed to have followed him since he was a teenager, and he’d spent the better part of his adult years trying to prove himself through his actions. And although you didn’t know it, your opinion meant far more to Bakugou than a handful of gossip magazines.

It wasn’t unusual for these reporters to call through to the Dynamight agency, especially after a successful mission. Each outlet wanting to be the first to get the scoop hot off the press from the main man himself, but fortunately for Bakugou you were the final roadblock between them and the Pro-Hero.

Most of the time you could weed through the good calls and the bad, finding the best opportunities for Dynamight to showcase himself to the world and add those precious boosts to his hero ranking. Knowing firsthand how much Bakugou hated any kind of interview environment, preferring to showcase himself through his hard work, you were careful with the engagements that you picked. The few he did were always enough to keep him sitting comfortable in second place.

You groaned when you realised who you’d ended up with on the phone, the lead journalist for The Heroic Choice, a controversial tabloid that had just published a rather scathing article about Pro-Hero Welder. And you were certain judging by the “direct” quotes that most had been stretched out of context to fit their narrative.

“Thanks for taking our call,” The voice spoke on the other end of the line, not that you’d had much choice, “Dynamight hasn’t responded to any of our emails, so I thought it best to try and reach you directly.”

“Yes, well Dynamight’s a very busy hero.” You spoke through gritted teeth.

“Oh, we’ve heard. We had a very concerned reader call in earlier to tell us that Dynamight almost killed someone again—” You were already seething at the accusation when the reporter continued, “How many totalled buildings is it this year? The budget must be at breaking point by now, or is it less a budget and more hush money for the victims? Almost as bad as a villain, wouldn’t you agree?”

You weren’t sure what came over you in that moment. Some would probably argue that it was the amount of love that you had built inside you for Bakugou Katsuki that made you want to protect and defend him with your life, or it could’ve just been the fact that being his secretary meant you got to see a side of him that no one else was lucky enough to see. The Hero that dedicated so many hours of his life to protecting the city and its residents, putting his own life at risk to ensure that people made it home safely to their loved ones. The countless amount of times you’d visited him in hospital or done a rather bootleg patch up of his injuries in his office after hours. The scars that now littered his body each held their own story of a time where Dynamight put others before himself, and you weren’t about to let some gossipy B-rate magazine besmirch him. Especially to try and call him, the man that would give his life for others, a villain.

So you did what Bakugou probably would’ve done, you exploded.

You weren’t even sure where it came from, certain in the months that you’d been working for Dynamight you’d never once let your temper get the best of you, even with particularly troublesome callers. His personality must have been rubbing off on you, as you continued to argue back and forth with the man on the phone, your voice increasing in power the more he argued back.

The noise roused Bakugou from his mission report, crimson eyes looking up from his laptop as he tried to make out the shouting on the other side of his office wall. Pushing his desk chair back as he dropped his glasses on top of his laptop he made his way towards the hallway, thinking that another person was harassing you for some kind of Dynamight endorsement deal again. Tugging open the door Bakugou prepared himself to tell whoever it was to leave and stop pissing off his secretary but he was shocked to see you shouting on the phone.

“Dynamight is the greatest Hero of our generation and we’re lucky to have someone like him protecting our streets. There’s no telling what could happen if we didn’t have him. Did you know violent crime is down twelve percent since he entered the top ten? And that’s not including the crime syndicates he’s managed to infiltrate in the last three months—”

Bakugou had to stop in the doorframe at the sound of you listing off facts about him so effortlessly. Mouth agape like a fish out of water as he began to wonder who you were on the phone to, and how they had managed to rile you up to this extent.

You hadn’t even noticed him standing there as you continued to berate the caller, asking them whether they had looked up any crime statistics or whether they were just interested in a sleazy headline.

Bakugou didn’t know what to say, standing outside his office as he stared at you between furrowed brows. After hearing shouting outside, he hadn’t expected it to be coming from you, and he definitely hadn’t expected it to be because you were defending him to the media.

It had Bakugou’s chest swelling with pride as he continued to hear you list of reasons why Dynamight would never do an interview with The Heroic Choice, not that he needed you to tell them that. He could’ve easily given them his own list of reasons, the main one being their scathing reviews of anyone other than Pro-Hero Deku. His throat felt dry as he watched your eyes darken as you continued to argue with them on the phone, nostrils flared as he tried to fight the blood rushing directly between his thighs.

God, you were so fuckin’ perfect.

He’d never had anyone defend him to such a level, and it made it even more special that it happened to be you doing it— the woman he was so madly in love with. Even the shy, wide-eyed look you gave him when you noticed him watching you made his heart flutter as you exchanged the last few words with the tabloid over the phone.

You’d been so heated you hadn’t even noticed Bakugou shamelessly ogling you while you were on the telephone, although you were certain he’d heard you. Your voice at least a few octaves louder than necessary, but you couldn’t help it. The realisation you had an audience now dawning on you as you gave your boss a sheepish smile.

“I’m so sorry about that, sir.” You practically gushed as soon as you slammed the phone down, which immediately began ringing again, “It just makes me so mad, they talk like they know you but they really don’t know you at all—”

“Next time, get me.” He rasped, mainly because you didn’t deserve dealing with assholes like that on the phone, but also because Bakugou wasn’t sure if he’d be able to survive you taking another call like that without blowing his load in public. The thought of having to spend the rest of the day in damp boxers had him squirming as he turned around.

“Yes, sir. I know I should’ve, but he made me so angry. I’m sorry.” No matter how many times he told you not to call him sir, you would do it anyway and it did nothing to quell the ache in his pelvis.

“Take five.” Bakugou grumbled.

“Thank you si— Bakugou.” You stopped yourself with a smile as you stood up from the desk hesitantly.

Bakugou practically waddled back into his office, trying to conceal the tent between his thighs from your praise. The overprotective words had his cock throbbing as he tried to calm his racing heart, and it didn’t help you’d said his name. Slamming his office door a little harder than intended as he pressed his back to the hardwood. Eyes screwed shut as Bakugou made a feeble attempt at steadying his breathing, before glaring down at the obvious bulge. Silently willing it to disappear as he prayed you hadn’t seen it.

But Bakugou had left so abruptly with barely a word that you began to worry that you’d done the wrong thing, remembering Creati’s words one evening when she had been visiting the agency. “All press can be good press if you orchestrate it correctly.” Maybe Bakugou really was mad at you for losing your temper on the phone to one of Musutafu’s biggest tabloids, you’d definitely guaranteed another negative Dynamight article about him. Your eyes glancing over to the shut door to his office as you gnawed your glossed lip between your teeth, pondering whether you should knock on the door to apologise. The phone began to ring again as you were making that decision, opting to pick it up and hopefully do some kind of damage control for his important public image. Hoping that the PR team wouldn’t find out just how hostile you’d been on the phone to a company representative. You had no idea that on the other side of the door, your boss was losing his cool because of you, but not for the reason you thought.

About a week later The Heroic Choice ended up posting their scathing article about Dynamight anyway, although it did little to smear his hero rating. Instead the article seemed to focus on his fiery little secretary who was seemingly even more tenacious than his newly appointed sidekicks.

“Dynamight’s secretary even more explosive than him? More on page six.” It was accompanied by a picture of you that Bakugou was certain they’d managed to take from one of your social media profiles.

You’d been so embarrassed when Bakugou had shown you the magazine with a smirk, highlighting his favourite parts of the article which happened to be the direct quotes of you defending his tenacity and altruism.

What you didn’t know was Bakugou had cut out this article and pinned it to the fridge inside his apartment, grinning at it whenever he passed. The picture they’d picked of you was real fucking pretty after all— it wasn’t his fault that it brought back the memories of you defending him every time he looked at it, his cock standing to attention when he remembered how irate you’d looked that day. Somehow it made you even prettier… But of course, he’d never tell you that.

#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugo x reader

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hanrinz · 1 year

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RUNAWAY PARTY FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI.

secret bf! bakugou brainrots & after party runaway !! showing you to the world will always be one of the best decisions he have ever made.

content. pro-hero! bakugou, female reader, fluff, kinda ooc. secret relationship! wrote this in an hour and i just can't find it in myself to proofread :(( wc. 1.0k

notes. i luv katsuki sm it hurts, someone give me recs of katsuki fluff. I feel like im dying

running away with katsuki at the after party and trying not to get caught by the paparazzi which proves to be quite impossible, but that doesn't really stop you from doing it. the both of you managed to slip away with your long gown in one hand and your other hand clutching kasuki's.

hastily, climbing his car and driving away from the scene, leaving with a middle finger out for the press to see.

it was exhilarating, it made your heart race, you can hear the blood pumping into your ears.

your giggles are heard throughout the night and his mouth quirks up with a small smile. he looks so handsome in his black-red suit, with his jacket around your shoulders, his cuffs unbutton and rolled up to his arms, showing his muscles. his hands are so pretty on the wheel, as he steps on the gas, driving faster on the road.

feeling the cold air on your skin, your heart warm and fuzzy, as you look at katsuki making you smile so wide, that your cheeks hurt. your managers would definitely throw a fit in the morning, but they didn't matter right now.

all you can care about is you're here with your lover, enjoying your time in the middle of the night, as the moon witnesses your rendezvous.

it all flew like a blur the night itself was to be remembered only by the two of you.

you were awakened by the multiple calls from yours and katsuki's phone, the name of your managers displayed both who had hundreds of miscalls and a few angry texts accompanied with it.

it was 10:45 in the morning. immediately, answering the call, you were hit with a loud nagging voice, "y/n where the fuck are you?"

"m' at home," rubbing your eyes, letting out a yawn indicating you've been disturbed in your sleep. "have you seen the articles? i thought both of you and the company agreed not to be out on the public?!"

you can definitely hear her frustration, you almost feel bad. well, almost.

checking the web for the latest news, your face and katsuki was definitely the first thing that popped up with the words of the news of your relationship.

"THE HERO NYMPHAEA & DYNAMIGHT ARE DATING?"

"HERO AFTER PARTY; SECRET RELATIONSHIP! WHAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY NIGHT?"

"TWO HEROES SPOTTED RUNNING AWAY FROM THE SCENE TOGETHER!"

and so on, the media is having a field day with both of you as the topic. with your manager still ranting and panicking in the background, begging you to at least leave a statement or help her out. you couldn't care less about what the media thinks.

immediately, hanging up the phone cutting up her voice, you could only imagine her fury, definitely not the one you would like to deal with.

but, maybe your idea would ease her worries about the press. opening your camera and propping up in your vanity, snapping a picture of yourself in the mirror in katsuki's well known black skull shirt with his sleeping figure showing a little in the photo. not enough to see his whole face, but enough to recognize that it's the well known hero.

posting the said picture, with a caption 'party afterglow <3' and the minute you upload it, your phone was already blowing up again with people in the comments and likes.

moving to the bed again as you silence your phone and katsuki's, reading some of the comments before you close it.

deku_ i was always right and no one believed me!!!

⤷uravity you didn't tell us tho?!?

red_riot congratulations y/n-san & bakubro!!

⤷chargebolt when will it be my turn?? :((

pinky:3 the fucking audacity! i need all the tea!

⤷ cellophane i fucking knew it!

it has you chuckling, shaking your head as you dip deeper into the covers where bakugou sleeps peacefully. wrapping your hands around his waist, as you nuzzle your face into his chest. his arms coming around you as a reflex as he pulls you closer to him.

his eyes opening slowly, with a groan leaving his lips from the exhaustion from last night, parties have never been his thing. though, it was bearable whenever you were there.

giving you a kiss on the side of your head, following with a small 'good mornin' with his morning raspy voice. you smiled at him and it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, he could get used to waking up beside you. "did you sleep well, angel?"

"mhm," you hummed softly as you traced his face with your hands. "your manager was calling you a while ago, he seems mad 'suki," you snickered.

he huffed, clearly annoyed with his ever loving manager, always up on his ass and whatever shit he was doing. "oh, fuck him" he breathed out and that just makes you laugh more.

and he doesn't give a fuck of whatever his manager concern was, your melodious laughter dying down as you look at him in the eye, uttering the words he would always hear whenever you're alone together,

"love you 'suki," your eyes now glinting with love, as you whispered those words to his face, huddling closer to him. you don't know what you're doing to him, and it's driving him crazy and everything you do just gets him so worked up and it's not even funny anymore.

"i know you do, baby" he knows, and he really did want to say it back to you too, but your cute pouting face whenever you beg him to say it back would be an offer that is hard to pass up, and that is exactly what he did.

"katsuki say it back!" his smirk widened as he hears your pleading voice, you were a little too easy to tease, but he really can't say no to that cute face of yours.

"love ya too, more than you could ever imagine." he says as he leaned in to capture your lips with his.

and it was perfect like how you would always be perfect in his arms, perfectly his and as he was to you.

he was thankful that your relationship doesn't have to be a secret anymore, he can't really stand the press any longer with their fake news, and well.. he can't really stand your relationship being in the dark too.

it was all definitely worth it, because it's you.

likes & reblogs are highly appreciated! i'm gonna cry i suck at writing dialogues <;/3

#bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou imagine #mha fluff #bnha fluff #mha imagine #bnha imagine #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #roses ‘r rosie

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deartouya · 1 year

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i like you a latte | denki kaminari.

denki kaminari's determined to make you fall in love with him, cheesy one-liners and all, even if it takes months and puts him in debt. little does he know he's already won you over, you just like watching him fumble.

pairing: denki kaminari x gn!barista!reader

word count: 1.3k

content: reader has a job!, mentions of food/eating, lots of fluff, denki's cheesy but it's fine bc he's cute

hehe do you like my very clever pun ?? i think writing this made me realize i'm a little in love with denki </3 he's a charming dork idk. written as part of @cup-of-fluff's time to shine collab !! ty so much for hosting ^-^ this was soso much fun to write,, im sorry for being a whole month late ;—;

You’re beginning to think Chargebolt doesn’t have any friends. At least, you would if you hadn’t seen him sitting at their crowded table—Red Riot, Alien Queen, Deku, Ingenium, Cellophane, even Dynamight makes the occasional, disgruntled, appearance—his elbows planted in their sides and smiles splitting their faces. Or a poorly hidden grin in Dynamight’s case. But, you reason, he must not like them very much with how much of his time is spent alone in the cafe. Always in the same spot, the same order, with the same barista: you.

So, he has friends. He’s just decided to spend all his precious free time drinking over-priced lattes and eating equally expensive cheese Danishes. Sometimes he brings a binder, thick with unorganized papers and what looks like incredibly important reports, but he never even opens it—too busy monopolizing your company and stretching over the little cafe table to get your attention.

You can’t really complain, though. He always attracts a crowd, even with an incredibly inconspicuous cap pulled over his eyes, which means more orders and more tips and more money. You also can’t deny that you’re just the tiniest bit amused with him, all with his cheesy smiles and jokes and flattery.

Which, he’s not nearly as skilled at as the press pretends. Pro Hero Chargebolt, with his bolstering reputation as a flirt with—reportedly—never-ending charm never fails to come up with the most nauseatingly cheesy café puns. Puns which have, regrettably, endeared you to the Pro.

“Just admit it, you’re in love with him! Y’know it’s healthy, everyone is in love with at least one member of class 1a,” Izumi’s wrought with faux consolation, “it’s human nature, inevitable even. And most people don’t have them sitting in the front of their shop every week.”

“I’m not in love with him,” you huff, sounding too much like a petulant child for your liking. Izumi’s tease isn’t new either, ever since Denki first showed up during one of your shared shifts, she's been insufferable.

“That’s not what your eyes say—they get all hazy and lovesick when he’s ordering,” Izumi says, voice high and sing-songy as she finishes clearing the last table, “and I think your chargebolt keychain says otherwise too.”

“You bought me that.” She doesn’t falter under your glare, though, smile only widening as she perches on the counter, chin cradled in her palms. “And you’re just hoping if he keeps coming around, he’ll bring Ingenium with him.”

A forlorn look suddenly passes over Izumi’s face as she remembers the one and only time he visited, a time she wasn’t even working, “and alas, it’s only happened once.”

“I’m not in love with him. He’s a good Pro Hero and I respect the work that he does.” She scoffs a laugh, earning a very pointed stare, “now, back to work—if you burn my muffins, I'm making you re-bake them.”

It ends the conversation—Izumi disappearing back into the kitchen, palms raised and facing you with a grin—but it settles deep and heavy in your mind. Her words repeat themselves to you throughout the day and into the next. You’d gotten used to Denki being there, to all his cheesy flirts and smiles. So used to them you’re not sure what a week would be like without them. Some selfish part of you hopes you never find out.

“They’ll work on you someday,” Denki catches your eye as you pass, the rest of the cafe quiet and empty. He’d been there since his morning patrol, entertaining the same blueberry muffin and attempting to fold his napkins into paper cranes. He was getting better at it despite the little stack of lopsided and half-formed birds.

He smiles, as bright as the dying sun streaming in through the cafe’s open windows. He watches you clear the table next to him, eyes trailing the slope of your nose and the subtle curve of your smile. His grin broadens when you scoff to hide your grin.

“Don’t you have t-shirts and headshots to sign, hero?” You can’t help the way you chew at your lip, fighting off the warmth bubbling there. He’s right, it’ll work on you, it is working on you. His voice calling you brew-tiful haunts you everytime you make a chai latte. He’s sunny and determined and you can’t help the way you relish the whole of his attention being focused on you. “You’ve had three tables staring at you the entire hour you’ve been here.”

“I’m not trying to woo them, I’m trying to woo you,” it’s a simple sentence, but it's the way he says it that gets to you. Sure and just a little exasperated—like it’s obvious he’d rather watch you clear tables for the next hour than anything else. “Is it working?”

Denki’s grinning again—wider, brighter, and utterly charmed by himself—from where his cheek is squished into his fist and you can feel the way your pulse stutters. He’s charming, disarmingly so, bundled in some obscure graphic t-shirt and bright pink puffer, jeans marked up with lightning bolts you’re pretty were done by him, he’s pretty. Prettier than you’d ever admit to his face, you think his ego’s plenty big enough.

“Maybe,” your voice is drawn out and teasy, hiding any nerves as you move to clear the last few tables of cups and pastry platters, “maybe not.”

Denki’s face warms just a bit in the way it always does when you tease, cheeks splitting with the force of his grin as he—somehow—leans closer. He watches you disappear behind the counter, picking through what's left of the muffins and danishes to reemerge with a square of cake—bright and citrusy in a way which always reminds you of him.

“I’ll see you again tomorrow,” he fumbles with the words despite saying them every week, a stack of manilla folders and binders, the same ones he’d been using as an arm rest, decidedly not working, are stuffed under one arm. He smiles and you’re reminded of spring and the warmth of the sun on your face, “rain or shine.”

“I know. I can’t wait.” You return his grin, lifting the slice of cake, now nicely wrapped and ribboned, “for the road.” The road being his half a block walk back to his apartment, though you know he’ll probably still have the slice eaten before he gets there.

Denki’s fingers brush against yours as you hand off the box. A chill runs up your spine at the contact. His hands are always warm, he’s always warm and this close you can smell the familiar citrusy warmth of his cologne. The thought makes you want to hold his hands, wonder what they’d feel like laced with your own.

You shake the thought with a smile, ignoring the little hitch in your chest when he turns to leave, forcing yourself not to watch him and hoping he’d find your note once he got home.

The note, written neatly on a slip of construction paper a week ago, is tucked into the top of the box. You’d written it the day after Izumi had teased you, hiding it beneath the tip jar and hoping that you’d work up the courage to slip it to him. ‘ I like you a latte too, hero. just make sure to save some of those lines of yours for the date ;)

xxx-xxx-xxxx

You think he forgot how glass works, pausing in front of the shop's corner to pump a jittery fist, the one still clutching your napkin and number—full and happy. The sight startles a laugh out of you. Denki’s head whips up to find you—face flushed and beaming—and he makes a show of waving the notecard in his hand.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #denki x reader #denki kaminari x reader #kaminari denki x reader #✶ writes #✶ writes.bnha #✶ writes.denki

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3wishesgenie · 8 months

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Filling the Space | older bakugo x younger mom reader

Ever since your ex-boyfriend left you and your 5 year-old son years ago. You've been staying with your mother and balancing being a mother and a hero assistant. You've been working for Pro Hero Deku for the past 3 months, he's always been an easy and helpful boss. Today was a day he had a full schedule which usually leads to multiple pros coming to his agency for patrol hours. But today was a lucky day for you because school was canceled and your mom was out of town.

Warnings | Strangers to Lovers, Smut, Angst , Kinda Jerk Bakugo, hurt with no comfort

"Come on, grab your toys. It's almost time to go Roman" You say as you grab both of your jackets walking towards the kitchen. Grabbing your lunches, while washing your coffee mug.

“Mama, I’m almost ready. I’m just getting my Chargebolt Toy.”

“Alright-” You say back as you let out a shallow breath and go back to wash your mug. Just as soon as you put your lunches in your tote. You hear loud, fast footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Slow down” You yell out for him to hear. Assuming by the sounds of the footsteps you think he’s ignored you. You turn around as you hear him enter the kitchen seeing him with his Dynamite themed backpack that wouldn’t close all the way.

“Mama, I’m ready now” he says, smiling up at you.

“Ok Sunshine, How about arrange your bag a little better” you say, grabbing his bag from where he placed it on the floor and setting it on the counter while he climbed into the chair in front of you.

“Do you really need all of your heroes with you today?” you ask, smiling down at him.

“Maybe some of them could stay and protect Gram's house?” You ask, while he plays with his fingers in his lap.

“Yeah! We need someone to protect Gram’s” He beams while taking the Chargebolt and Cellophane figures out of his backpack. You take his bag and zip it while he rushes up to his room to put the figures back where they belong. You're grabbing all the bags and heading towards the door. When he comes racing back down the stairs to meet you at the door.

He grabs his jacket from the table by the front door to put it on. While you also slip yours on and grab your keys.

“Are you ready?” You ask, smiling down at his smaller form.

“Yep!” He exclaims to you as you're heading out the door.

The car ride consists of different loud, bubbly kids music and some heroic sounds from the backseat. As you pull in to your assigned parking spot you also see your boss coming in as well. Unbuckling yourself from your seat and grabbing your bags you see your son run around the car to your door jumping in place pointing towards your boss.

“Mama! Mama!” he exclaims. “It’s Deku!” he practically yells at you.

You smile down at him saying “Yes Sunshine, it’s him.” you say smiling from all the joy he’s showing.

“Could we go say hi?” He asks, but it was as if he had a summoning quirk because Deku was already making his way over to the two of you.

“Hello Y/n” Deku says. “Who’s this little guy you have with you today?” Deku asks.

“My name's Roman!” he yells before you could say anything. “You're my favorite hero, when I get older I wanna be just like you and defeat all the bad guys!” He continues before Deku could get another word out.

“You absolutely could, you know at your age I was also planning on being a hero and saving everyone with a smile like All Might!” Deku says back to the joyful kid in front of him.

Roman and Deku continue to talk each other’s heads off as they continue into the agency. With them following behind you continue onto your desk to find today’s schedule. Upon arrival you see that your coworkers have laid out candy for your son to enjoy.

It's when Deku and Roman have finally arrived at your desk that Roman realizes that there’s a load of candy there.

“Mama!” He says. “Could Deku and I have a lollipop?” He asks, giving his best puppy dog eyes.

“Sure” You respond to him handing him a lollipop in the process. “But-“ you continue on. “You’ll have to take a seat, we don't want any accidents.”

He sits down in the chair next to you while Deku grabs his own lollipop and says his goodbyes to continue on to his office.

For the next few hours it consists of seeing heroes coming in and out the door and watching your boss rush back-and-forth from your desk to his office and out the door.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, your son has been playing heroes, and chatting with your coworkers while also explaining which heroes are the best and what their quirks do.

You see your boss walk into the building as you turn around from putting your paperwork away.

“Hey Y/n” Deku says. “Would it be fine if I took this little guy out for a while?” he asks you.

“Sure, As long as it’s all right with Roman.” you reply. But as you’re talking, Roman is already packing his backpack again getting ready to leave.

“Really” he says. “Thanks Mama!” he exclaims, walking around the desk to stand beside Deku.

“I promise to be bright sunshine and be safe” he says while holding Deku’s hand.

“Thank you sunshine” you respond. Getting up from your seat to walk around your desk to give him a kiss on his forehead. To which he responds by giving you one on the cheek.

“We won’t be gone long, but we promise to have fun!” Deku says, turning to walk out of the door waving back at you. You also see Roman waving back to you as he walks out the door.

Once the two of them have left your turn to get back in your seat and start work again. After 10 minutes you look up because you hear someone walking to the door but to your surprise. It isn’t who you think it is. It’s “Wow, Pro Hero Dynamite, what are you doing here?” you hear your coworker ask. To which he scoffs out “I’m looking for the damn nerd he messed my damn patrol up.”

“Oh” your coworker responds. “He’s just left not too long ago but you can talk to Y/n she’s over his schedule” to which she points over to you. You look up to see Dynamite storming over to you.

“Is there something I could help you with?” you ask looking into his glaring crimson eyes.

“Yeah, you’re the one over the nerd’s schedule right? he asks. To which you nod in response.

“Well he fucked up my schedule and my assistant couldn’t fix it, so I came here.” he says.

“Alright, I can’t exactly change it from this computer so we’ll have to move to his office” you respond looking up at him and blushing. He keeps his same glare as he watches you get it from your chair and start walking. He watches the sway of your hips as you walk towards the elevator.

Once you get it, and you feel the sting of his eyes against your body. You’d never thought that one of the biggest heroes in Japan would be eyeing you up and down in an elevator but here you are.

You finally take a minute away from your thoughts to look towards him for your eyes to meet him for him to give you a smirk. Once the elevator reaches its floor he steps off before you, turning around to give you a mischievous look.

“Do you really want this?” he asks, eyeing you. In which you respond by shaking your head.

“Use your words pretty girl” he says looking deeply into your eyes.

“Yes” you respond in a sultry voice. Once he hears that he's taking your hand and leading you into an empty closet, his calloused hand resting on the small of your back. His steamy breath hits the back of your neck, and you bite your lip to hold back a whine. Every little thing he did, whether it be subconsciously or not, made your knees tremble.

The gorgeous pro hero that everyone either loved or longed to be , was now the one pushing you into a closet. You feel his strong arms land on either side of your body, pinning you to the wall. Hunger consumes him and he admires you in this position.

The way you look up at him innocently, the way you chest heaves with every breath, the way you press your thighs together as he gets closer- it all made him crazy. He hungerly kisses you, his rather soft lips pressed against yours. Without any notice, he slips his tongue into your mouth, eagerly taking dominance. This causes you to let out a small moan, which is all but ignored by the hero.

“Quiet, you don’t wanna lose your job, do you?” he says sternly, using one of his hands to gently hold your neck.

“S-sorry..” you mumble in reply, only to be met with another lusty kiss. He was passionate, that was for sure, but the feeling in your stomach said otherwise. He wasn’t passionate for you, was he? He was passionate for your body, and simply that. These thoughts rack your mind, causing you to zone out.

“You alright, y/n?” he asks, his voice a bit softer this time. You look up at him, seeing genuine concern in his eyes. “We can stop, if you’re not feeling up to it,” He adds, seeming concerned for you. This warms your heart, and the feelings of him not caring about you slowly fade away, just like he wanted.

Bakugo was a smart, good-looking man. He knew how to take what he wanted, and he knew how to get right to you. He knew all he had to do was show you a little bit of affection, unlike your ex. Just enough to keep you on the hook so he could get away with what he truly wanted to do.

“No, no I want to. Thank you for checking..” you reply with a soft smile, then leaning in to start kissing him again. He kisses you back, pure desire filling him. Your tongues swirl together rhythmically, your saliva mixing together as the two of you make out.

As you place your hands on his muscular chest, he brings his arms further down your body, gripping your thighs. This motion is an invitation for you to jump up and let him hold you, which you happily accept. Bakugo holds you up by your thighs, your back pressed against the wall. He starts hungrily kissing down your neck, like he had been starved for years.

You can’t help but let out a moan as he sucks your neck, definitely leaving a warm hickey. Your moan is followed by a smack to your face, his hand now cupping your mouth to keep you silent.

“What’d I say about noise control, beautiful?” He purrs, rubbing his thumb against your bottom lip, keeping his palm to your mouth to keep you quiet. Bakugo quickly goes back to kissing your neck, biting down on any area he deems as sensitive. You can’t help but let out beautiful noises, ones Bakugo notices and appreciates. He doesn’t find them attractive for any other reason then how easily you are to manipulate. He had you crumbling beneath him, begging for more of him just by calling you beautiful a few times.

God, you were perfect for him.

These thoughts make his excitement grow and grow, and you start to feel something hard pressed against your thigh. You cry a bit inside, knowing damn well this is gonna hurt, yet you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting that pain, the pain you know would be worth enduring for the pure pleasure. You roll your hips, causing his erection to press against your already moist underwear.

“S’fuckin wet already..” He groans as his grip on your thighs tightens, his kisses becoming harsher and sloppier. “You’re such a pretty little whore, aren’t you? Wanting me to fuck you in your boss’ office?”

His voice was so husky, the mix of degrading and praising making the heat between your thighs grow more and more.

“Please..” you whine, rolling your hips on his clothed cock a bit more. God, you couldn’t help how bad you wanted him. You didn’t even care you were in Deku’s agency, you needed Bakugo right now.

He slaps your thigh, not pleased by your half-assed begs. “Please what? Use your words, beautiful.”

“Fuck.. fuck me please..” You beg, your voice breathy and your eyes half-lidded. This sight was more than enough to completely rile Bakugo up, and the next thing you know he’s yanking your blouse off, kissing down your bare chest. His hand runs up to knead your breast through your bra, the other gripping the side of your neck. You bite your lip, trying desperately to keep quiet like he asked you to.

You grip his shoulders, rubbing his tense muscles as waves of pleasure run through you from the feeling of his kisses and his almost desperate kneads. You start grinding yourself on his throbbing erection, needing, craving a release down there. He grips your neck harder, not enough to choke you, but enough to receive a gasp from you in return. He slides his hand down from your chest to the hem of your skirt, pulling it up quickly.

He’s a busy man, afterall. Why should he waste any time?

The next thing you know, he’s flipping you around, pressing your face against the door and abusing your hole for his own pleasure. He can’t help but feel more powerful when hearing your moans, knowing that he’s the one making you feel this way.

You feel his cock twitching inside you, signaling that he’s about to release. You whine, your flushed cheek pressed against the cold wood of the closet door.. Your walls clench around him, earning a loud groan from him. His thrusts get harder, and the next thing you know, his load is filling you up. You meet your second release, your sweet juices running down your plump thigh. Bakugo rubs circles on your hips, taking heavy breaths to recover from the cardio.

Without another word, he’s putting his clothes back on, not even bothering to clean you up.

“Where.. Where are you going?” You ask in a soft, breathy voice as you stand up, his load running down your back as you grab a tissue to clean yourself up.

“I’ll call you later, beautiful.” He replies in an unamused tone, clearly not meaning the compliment at all. The moment he finishes putting his clothes back on, he exits the closet quietly.

Leaving you alone, just like everyone else.

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act like you like me

(part three) two one

“what is this place?” you frowned, stepping out of bakugo’s car.

bakugo ignored your question, instead placing his hand on the small of your back, his fingers pushing you towards the front door. you stood in front of what looked like a rundown club, the windows tinted black and a suspicious sign in front that had been painted over.

he opened the front door and followed you inside. it was dark, can lights and candles giving some light to the bar. a few people sat at the bar, all quiet and looking down. there was a table in the corner with a small group of people talking quietly, their faces hidden from you. bakugo led you past the bar and to a small room off the main space.

bakugo slipped open the door to the room, sliding in and pulling you in behind him. the laughter in the room stopped as you blinked, eyes adjusting from the dark hall.

there was a poker table in the middle of the room, pro-heroes sitting around it and staring at you. pinky, uravity, chargebolt, red riot, cellophane, shoto and creati, even deku, current number one.

you pulled on bakugo’s sleeve.

“katsuuuukkii!!!” mina squealed, hopping up from her seat and tackling bakugo in a huge hug. she quickly turned her attention to you, “oh my god, you are so much cuter in person!” she hugged you too, not noticing your frown at her backhanded compliment. “‘suki, you bagged a babe. i’m so proud of you!”

“i told you she was a cutie,” dylan chimed in, walking into the room behind you. “everyone, this is-“

“we know who she is,” chargebolt interrupted, waving a hand full of cards at you. “we haven’t even started yet. we can deal you both in.”

you turnned to bakugo, asking under your breath, “what the hell is this?”

“a surprise,” he deadpanned. your left eye twitched.

“a surprise is going to the aquarium or my favorite restaurant, not meeting half the fucking top ten pros in a shitty bar,” you hissed, tuning out the resumed conversation the off-the-clock heroes were having.

“this was dyl-“

dylan called your name from his spot sprawled across kirishima’s lap. “what’s wrong, doll?”

you turned to him, plastering a smile on your face, “nothing! i’m so excited to have been invited. i’ve never played poker before.”

“‘suki can show you,” mina said, gesturing you over to a chair next to her. “you guys have to share a seat so you can share a hand too.” she giggled, her pink curls bouncing. you looked around, there was only one open chair at the table. fucking dylan.

dylan got up from kirishima’s lap, “we’ll get drinks. bakugo, go sit down.” he whisked you away, back out the door and into the dark hall.

“oh my god,” you wheezed. “this is a nightmare. i’m going to embarrass bakugo and myself in front of all his friends.” you wiped a sweaty palm down your face. “this was not a surprise, this was an ambush.” you glared at the model.

dylan winced, “i’m sorry. this was my idea. i thought meeting bakugo’s friends might help…calm your nerves.” he steered you towards the bar.

“the thought was sweet, but dyl, how would meeting some of my childhood icons over a game of cards knowing that they’ve probably read at least five negative articles about me in the past 24 hours calm me down,” you replied, trying to smooth out the crease in your forehead.

dylan frowned, “well, when you put it like that i sound like an asshole.”

“i’m just hoping none of them saw the story about the drug store worker who claims i buy hemorrhoid cream three times a week,” you pull at your temples.

“jesus,” dylan looks horrified. “you don’t actually do that, right?”

“of course not! oh my god, i’m mortified. bakugo’s probably so embarrassed by me-“

“stop. calm down. you’re okay. everyone in that room has had their fair share of scandals, true and false. no one will judge you. and if bakugo was embarrassed by you, he wouldn’t have brought you here.” he handed you a drink the bartender had wordlessly given to him, “drink. it’ll actually calm your nerves.”

you nodded, gulping down the fruity thing in your hand. dylan handed you another.

“good girl,” he poked your cheek. “now, let’s go back in there, take pictures with our hot boyfriends, and pretend we know lots about poker. it really is fun, mkay?”

“okay,” you gulped down your anxiety, “i’m just going to get bakugo a drink.”

“already on it,” dylan winked, passing you a beer.

dylan led you back to the room, offering you an encouraging smile. “we’re back!” he sang, entering the room.

bakugo sat at the poker table, occupying the last open seat, with cards splayed on the table in front of him. he accepted the beer with a small nod.

you stood behind his seat, trying to listen in to the heroes’ conversation.

dylan gave you the strangest look from his spot across the table. “what are you doing?” he mouthed. “sit down!”

“where?” you mouthed back.

he rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed you weren’t understanding. “oh wait,” he said aloud, “i need to get a cute picture of you two before i forget.” he pulled out his phone, aiming it at you.

you inched closer to bakugo’s chair, leaning down closer to him.

“jesus, what are you, siblings?” dylan sneered, gesturing you to scoot closer.

you blinked.

bakugo sighed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you onto his lap.

again, you blinked. you were sitting on bakugo’s thigh, your knees tucked in between his.

dylan squealed, “oh my god, i got the funniest picture. so cute!”

you tried not to move, not to focus on your proximity to bakugo, the way you could feel his thigh tense underneath you, his arm around your waist.

“relax,” bakugo said quietly into your ear, his breath warm against your cheek.

it did not help. your face was hot, every single nerve in your body was on edge, you felt like you were on fire.

“so how long have you two been dating?” creati asked from the seat next to you.

you could kiss her for distracting you. you had practiced how this conversation would pan out. “two months,” you smiled, “but it seems a lot longer.”

“and how did you meet?” she asked. everyone at the table quieted down to hear your response.

bakugo huffed. “none of yer business, damn-“

“well, i’m sure that you know this by now, but i work at a bakery and i’ve been working there for over a bit so i know our customers pretty well. this guy walks in with a baseball cap and his hood up and sunglasses, and it was cloudy outside, so i immediately knew something was up. he comes up to the counter and orders four croissants; one fruit, one cheese, one chocolate, and one plain.” for the first time all night, you’re not nervous. “he pays with the shiniest credit card i have ever seen in my life. then i put them all into one big box, but he barks that he wants them all in separate bags. so i take them out of the box and put each into a bag. once there’s three bags on the counter, he just takes them and bolts. i put the last one in the bag and look up to give it to him and he’s just gone.

“there was no one else in the shop and i figure he couldn’t have gotten far, so i go after him thinking that he might give me a good tip. he was already two blocks away. so im running after him yelling, “sir, sir,” and he’s just completely oblivious. he pulls down his hood and i swear that i know that spiky blonde hair. finally, he turned around and i caught up to him. he acts like he doesn’t recognize me so he pulls off his sunglasses to squint at me in that condescending way of his. i immediately recognize who it is, but i’m just standing there holding out the bag with the croissant like an idiot. bakugo took the bag and left, without even a thank you.”

chargebolt snorted, “sounds like bakugo. how’d he win you over?”

now you have to lie. and that makes you feel like shit.

“someone took a picture of us on the street, and of course it was taken out of context. the next day, bakugo comes back to make me sign some paper about the situation and then he just kept coming back. i would like to say that he came back because of me, but i think he likes my fig bars more than me.”

“a modern day fairy tale,” pinky sighed dreamily. “you’re lucky she chased after you, or you would be sad and lonely for the rest of your life,” she frowned at bakugo.

you turned to catch his expression, his face rolling with anger. he still had his arm wrapped lazily around your waist, even though you had begun to relax against him.

kirishima snorted, “are you dating him for the money? the fame? surely not the winning personality? ”

you smirked, “somewhere deep down inside his ridiculously muscular chest is a heart the size of a pea. and i fuckin love peas.”

…

you laughed, smiling at the women beside you.

“mina, you have not changed since high school,” jirou sighed, rolling her eyes.

“i was perfect then, perfect now,” mina winked, throwing cards down on the table.

“fuck, mina! how do you still not understand how to play this game,” denki whined, frustrated that his coaching wasn’t paying off.

“what’s the point when momo wins every time,” mina groaned, shooting daggers at momo, who smiled proudly while laying down her cards.

bakugo grumbled, tossing his cards on the table. “whatever. we’ve gotta go, the princess has work tomorrow morning.” he added under his breath, “‘n my leg’s fucking asleep.”

you slid off his lap, grabbing the jacket draped over the chair.

“byyyyeeee,” dylan sang, drunk and laying on the ground.

you giggled and waved your goodbyes as bakugo bro hugged his friends.

only once you were in bakugo’s car and on the way home did you drop your smile. “that was fun, but i’m exhausted,” you whined, rubbing at your sore cheeks. “you’re probably tired too, especially since you’re up past your bedtime.”

“i don’t have a bedtime,” bakugo growled. “i’m a grown man.”

you smiled, “seriously though, thank you for bringing me. i had a lot of fun.”

bakugo said nothing, half his face hidden in the shadow of the night.

“your friends are really nice,” you added.

bakugo scoffed, “you’re just glad fucking icy hot was there.”

“you are so bad at disguising your jealousy,” you replied, willing your face to remain a mask of indifference.

“i’m not fuckin’ jealous,” bakugo grunted, not meeting your eyes in the rear view mirror.

“mm,” you hummed, picking at your nails.

“don’t fuckin’ do that shit,” bakugo snarled, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

“what shit?” you asked, giving him your best doe face.

“yer whole fuckin’ act,” he growled, the light from the street lamps reflecting off the white of his teeth. “don’t act like you don’t give a shit.”

“drop your asshole delinquent act then,” you hissed. “no one thinks your “yer” is cute. i fucking hate it when you drop the end off words.”

bakugo ground his teeth and turned into his garage. “damn, you’re fucking frustrating.”

“you’re fucking frustrating! i make a joke and you get all mad and start going “yer” and “oi.” it drives me crazy.”

bakugo glared at you, huffing and puffing.

“what are you doing?” you started to laugh, “did you just fucking puff out your chest?”

“what?” bakugo’s face twisted. “i fucking didn’t.”

you continued to laugh, stitches running up your sides.

“oi! stop fucking laughing,” he puffed, face red.

“there! you just did it!” you laughed. you lowered your voice and growled, “oi!” you cracked up again, doubling over in the passenger seat while bakugo glared at you.

“don’t see what’s funny,” bakugo grumbled, pretending to be annoyed, but you could see the red tinge to his ears and the small curve of his lips he was trying so hard to hide. “i’m going in,” he huffed, yanking your stuffed backpack out of the backseat.

you followed him inside, wiping the tears from your eyes. you were quiet in the elevator, quiet as he unlocked the door, and still quiet as bakugo passed you your bag outside the door to the bedroom you were borrowing.

you took the bag, “thank you.” he grunted. you dumped the contents of your bag on the wooden floor, digging out the pair of shorts you were eager to change into.

bakugo paused in your doorway, frowning before he left and slammed the door shut on his own bedroom.

whoever said women were overly dramatic had clearly never met bakugo.

you ignored his sour attitude. although, he wasn’t grumpy until you picked on him. you changed into shorts and a tshirt and spread your things across the floor searching for your toothbrush. you found it and continued on with your nightly routine, taking over the counter of katsuki’s guest bathroom.

when you were done, you lightly knocked on bakugo’s door. “katsuki? i just wanted to say thank you for-“ he opened the door, his freshly washed face inches from yours. “oh, hi.” you stepped away, stumbling against your door frame. “anyways, i wanted to thank you for tonight. i had a lot of fun and i appreciate the effort you put into it.” there. you offered an olive branch of peace.

bakugo crossed his arms, leaning back against the frame of his door. he’d changed too, swapping his black dress pants for black sweatpants and a band tshirt. you blinked. he took his red eyes off you, glancing out the window into the night. “it was mostly dylan’s idea. i fuckin’ hate poker. i‘m shit at it. don’t tell ‘em though.”

you smiled, “i’ll trade you a secret for a secret.” he turned his gaze back to you. you met those fire red eyes straight on, maybe the drinks were kicking in. “i love it when you slip into your bumpkin hoodlum accent. it’s super cute.” you slid back into your room, never breaking eye contact. “good night, katsuki,” you nearly whispered, closing the door gently.

you tiptoed across the floor, quietly crawling onto your bed and burying your head into your pillow.

what had you gotten yourself into?

…

bakugo stood rooted in that spot, leaning cockily against the door, arms crossed.

he stood there, completely still, brain going a million miles a minute, trying to process what happened. the whole night. the past hour. the last minute.

why did he care so much about the way you smiled at him at the stupid poker night? why did he care about the way you snapped back at his snarky comments and then always found a way to take it back? why did he care if he could still feel you leaning back against him, completely at ease, making jokes with his friends?

why did he care about you at all?

…

“good morning, dylan,” you practically sang, your phone tucked between your shoulder and chin, your hands full with a tray of cranberry scones.

“you seem to be in a good mood,” dylan beamed, you could tell through the phone. “my plan worked wonderfully.”

“yeah, it did. there wasn’t a mob ready to crucify me this morning, thank god. and, katsuki insisted on driving me to work at six in the morning and he let me eat a bagel in his car. i don’t know what you said to him, but it worked.” you sighed blissfully.

this morning had been unbelievably nice. bakugo had a bagel on a plate for you the moment you stepped out of your bedroom and had refused to let you ride the bus. he was still his brash, arrogant self, but he was being thoughtful, something you’d seen more and more of in him. bakugo was quiet the whole drive over, not saying anything about the crumbs you got on his leather seats. he even offered to say the morning with you at the bakery, just to be sure there weren’t any crazy fans. you refused, of course. his job was more important. but the thought was nice. more than nice.

“what do you mean?” dylan asked. “i didn’t say anything to him.”

“you told me that kirishima was going to talk to him about his attitude with me,” you frowned. “that was your plan.”

“no,” you could hear dylan’s confusion. “my plan was to post a cute picture of you and bakugo last night and have it blow up.”

you arranged a plate of lemon scones for the countertop. “what?”

“i posted it late last night. i woke up this early just to get your reaction. go look.”

you did a quick search of your’s and bakugo’s name and there it was.

BAKUGO AND GF BREAK THE INTERNET AGAIN WITH PIC POSTED BY INFLUENCER FRIEND

you scrolled down to the picture. you were sitting on bakugo’s knee, turned into him, his arm wrapped around your waist. you smiled widely for dylan while bakugo gave the camera his typical stern frown. although somehow it was softer, less angry and more protective.

“i sent all the pictures to you and bakugo,” dylan added, obviously pleased with himself.

“thank you,” you replied, scrolling through the pictures he sent. one caught your eye, but you’d have to look at it later. “someone’s coming in, so i gotta go, but thank you so much. i appreciate it, dyl.”

the smile you gave the customer walking in the door wasn’t your typical early morning smile, strained and tired, but one that complimented the pink spread across your cheeks and the glint in your eye.

…

“hi,” you smiled at the blonde across the counter. “how was work?”

“fine,” bakugo replied, looking at you oddly. “why does yer face look like that?”

“i made you something,” you beamed up at him, holding up a plate with a brownie sitting in the middle.

he took the plate from you, face full of skepticism. bakugo took a bite before quickly spitting it back out on the plate.

“what?” your face sank. “is it that bad?”

“jesus fuck,” katsuki choked out. he stepped around you and went to the sink, drinking straight out of the faucet.

“really?” you felt the heat rise behind your eyes. “i’m sorry, i thought… i’m sorry.”

“what the hell was that?” bakugo gasped, leaning over the edge of the sink, the collar of his post work workout tshirt completely soaked. “are you sure you can bake?”

“i was trying to make spicy brownies,” you said quietly, trying to not burst into tears.

“what did you put in them?” he replied, eyes locked on you.

“cayenne and chili powder,” your lip shook. “and pop rocks.”

he looked at you like you were insane. maybe if the situation was different, you would have laughed at his face; his squinted eye, raised eyebrow, fierce frown.

“i was trying to make a dynamight brownie,” you admitted.

“too spicy and the popping candy is terrible,” bakugo spit into the sink, the pop of the candy sizzling in the basin.

“i’m sorry,” you frowned, turning back to the kitchen. you had twenty minutes until close.

bakugo caught the edge of your sleeve, “try again tomorrow, less spice.” his red eyes looked sad, like he knew his words sunk too deep this time.

you nodded, heading off to finish your work.

the two of you spent the rest of the night in a quiet peace. bakugo drove you back to his apartment after you closed the bakery, he made dinner while you flipped through a magazine on the couch, and he even let you turn on the food network tv channel after dinner. you’d offered to wash the dishes, but he had some fancy dishwasher that took care of it all.

“hey,” bakugo poked his head out of his bedroom, “i’m going to bed. night.”

“good night,” you gave him a small smile.

…

“can’t taste the spice at all,” bakugo frowned.

you groaned, turning to dump the pan in the trash.

“wait, i’ll take those to work tomorrow,” he stopped you, reaching for the treats.

you rolled your eyes, handing him the pan with a bite missing from the center.

you went back to work, making sure the pastries were ready to be put out in the morning and everything was where it should be. bakugo had scared the high schooler who helped out in the evenings, so he stuck to the back while you cleaned the front. poor thing.

you sighed once you slid into bakugo’s car, the leather seats the epitome of comfort. “how was your day?” you asked the pro.

“shit,” bakugo sighed, fingers right around the steering wheel. “fuckin kid almost drowned and my suit fuckin ripped.”

“don’t you have a backup?” you asked.

“yeah, but this one’s my favorite,” he pouted. you smiled at the number 3 hero whining about which costume was his favorite. “don’t laugh at me.” he growled.

“your suit, it’s polyester?” you asked. he nodded, glancing at you in the rear view mirror. “what about polypropylene? oh no, that burns easily. maybe nomex? it’s like kevlar but moisture wicking and it’s fire resistant. maybe you could reinforce your suit with it in the places with the most wear?”

bakugo turned into the garage. “you can meet with the design team. you’re off thursday?”

“we close at one,” you replied.

“i’ll take you then,” katsuki said, eyes meeting yours for just a moment before he jumped out of the car, already moving for his apartment.

bakugo cooked dinner while you sat at the bar, flipping through the fashion magazine that had been delivered to the bakery this morning. you read the interview with mount lady multiple times, soaking in the details of how her hero costume grew with her.

you switched over to a cookbook while you ate, bakugo on a barstool beside you, thumbing through a stack of forms. you asked him what they all were and he grumbled something about property damage. you didn’t push him.

you put the dishes in the dishwasher, swiping bakugo’s empty plate. “can i take a shower?” you asked, eyes on the blonde.

“you don’t need my permission,” bakugo didn’t raise his eyes from his paper.

so you grabbed a towel from the linen closet before closing the door to your room. you wrapped the towel around your bare body, your soaps in your arms, leaving your clothes in a pile on the floor. you quickly slid from your room to bakugo’s, closing the door behind you.

you eyed his room. it was neater than you expected; the bed made, nightstand clean, floor bare except for a black rug. his bed was massive, big enough for four people at least. most of the rest of his room was taken up by his all might bookshelf. the shelves were floor to ceiling, lined with books, magazines, bobble heads, trading cards, figurines. it was insane.

you moved to his bathroom. the shower was nice; walk in and spacious. his toothbrush sitting on the counter, other items laid out on a cabinet above the toliet. you were impressed.

you moved to the shower, dropping your towel on the ground. you turned the water as hot as it could go. bakugo kept his apartment freezing, claiming that his quirk kept him hot. the warm water was wonderful, you couldn’t help but moan. you were about to take the nicest shower of your entire fucking life.

…

katsuki blinked at the same document he’d been staring at for the past twenty minutes. he was on the first line when he heard you turn on the shower. he hadn’t gotten past that line. the words swam together and all he could focus on was the sound of water running through the pipes. if he really listened he could hear you humming some song he didn’t recognize.

the pro rubbed his eyes, read the first line again. the second line. the third. the shower. the noise was gone. bakugo sat up straighter, glancing at his closed bedroom door.

there you were, trying to quietly slip out of his room, stopping like a deer in headlights noticing his gaze on you. you offered a small smile, rushing into your room, closing the door behind you.

bakugo blinked. he looked back at his papers. he started at the fourth line. reread it. reread it again. again. all he could see was you standing there, his orange towel wrapped around your body, dripping water onto the hardwood floor.

you opened your door and he turned at the sound, red eyes on you once again. you padded back into his room, orange towel in hand. you hung it on the towel bar, next to his green one. his eyes were still on you when you walked back out, glued to where you stood in his doorframe.

“hi,” you said softly, leaning against the door.

katsuki’s eyes traveled down your body, taking in your tank top and sweatpants before flicking back up to your face. “hey,” he replied, voice barely more than a gravel whisper.

“wanna get ice cream?”

…

DYNAMIGHT’S MIDNIGHT SNACK

you smirked at that one. you were back home by 8:30. nothing could get in the way of bakugo’s sleep patterns.

someone had commented, “the snack is that ass!!! he won” which had you in a fit. you took a screenshot and sent it to bakugo.

bakugo: aren’t u supposed to be working?

you: aren’t you supposed to be working?

he didn’t reply.

you: okay i’m sorry please come back im bored out of my mind

bakugo: did u make my brownies?

you: i did but i haven’t tried them yet

“hey.”

you looked up, a smile spreading across your face. you would have recognized that voice anywhere. “i thought you were working.”

bakugo crossed his arms, the muscles rippling. that hero suit really was well designed. you noted that he wasn’t wearing his gauntlets, much to your approval. “‘m on my break.”

you pursed your lips, turning and grabbing the plate off the back counter. you were proud of these. you’d even iced an orange x on the front to match his uniform.

he took a bite, scrunched up his nose, then took another.

“i used cayenne and cinnamon this time. is it better?” you asked, frowning at his silence.

“give me another,” he said through the brownie in his mouth. “please.”

you slid him the whole pan. “i take it they’re good.”

“best fucking brownies,” bakugo grumbled, digging a chunk of out the pan with his bare hands.

you let out a satisfied hum, not bothering to hide your smirk. “oh, and the security company came by and they said that everything would be activated or whatever by friday. they said they’d call you.”

something like anger, or maybe disappointment, flashed in bakugo’s eyes. he quickly turned it off, giving you a nod. “i gotta go. pick you up at five.” he carried the pan out the door with him.

you waved bye to him through the window, blowing him a kiss with a smart ass grin plastered on your face.

NEXT PART

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animereaderinsertwriter · 1 year

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Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: bakugou x fem!reader, mdni, smut, group sex, almost crack treated seriously? whatever it's goofy and funny and lewd and doesn't take anything seriously at all so there's that, no beta we die like men

Final Word Count: 3k

Plot summary: Dynamight's agency has a reputation that they earn only once a year- and this year, you're invited!

Excerpt:

They called it the Love Shack.

You’d heard Mina talk about it forever and ever— this magical, midsummer day of sex and scandal— but never with any names, and never in any kind of detail. It was like a lewd fairy tale that your best friend told you at sleepovers to pass the time. It was a fun, juicy little piece of gossip, a part of Mina that you got to keep all to yourself.

Until, one day, she asked you if you’d want to come with her.

(No pun intended).

There were… rumors about pro-hero Dynamight’s agency.

The ominous, omnipotent they said that there were wild parties at Mina Ashido’s place on every second Friday of the week— nothing illegal, sure, but plenty immoral, with everyone drunk and half-dressed and writhing—

Ahem. Right.

Other theys said that Red Riot was having an affair on his wife with his best friend, Dynamight; still others claimed the same of Pinky and Cellophane when Ejirou and Mina’s baby came out with a shock of black hair (nevermind the numerous brands of red hair dye that Red Riot publicly reviewed when he used them to cover up his own naturally jet-black hair). If a body looked hard enough, they might even find tabloid articles about Chargebolt’s drinking problem, Hitoshi Shinsou’s secret life as a rentboy, and Earphone Jack’s moonlight job as a dominatrix. No matter how you sliced it, there was one thing that all the theys agreed on:

As far as the public was concerned, Ground Zero was one giant den of depravity.

Why the theys thought this, it is generally unclear— though it was nonetheless true, if only for one day out of the year. For three hundred and sixty-four days out of the year, the members of Ground Zero behaved impeccably, navigating the world of pro-hero fame with dignity, grace, and humility; as far as anyone could prove, they were all perfectly normal. On the one day of the year that they were not well-behaved, well, no one else was around to see it. They traveled long and far to ensure that fact.

At least, that was the way it was supposed to be. Why the damn fools wanted to change that, Bakugou had no idea.

“It’s because you never participate,” Mina told him one evening, her hand gliding through her husband’s soft hair. “We feel like you’re left out.”

“I do participate,” he huffed, his infernal cheeks burning at just the thought. “Just— by myself.”

That is to say, he liked to watch. The idea of being touched by someone other than himself— by his friends— was entirely too much. There was a certain power in touch of that kind. Bakugou wasn’t interested in giving that up, not even to the men and women he trusted with his life.

“That’s exactly it,” she told him, and Enjirou groaned as she scratched his scalp. “It’s not that any of us mind, but you look— you always look pained. And lonely. Would it be so bad to find somebody you could play with while we’re all… indisposed?”

Bakugou tried not to think of those times. If he did, he’d pop a stiffy right here in the middle of the Kirishima family living room.

“I’m fine like it always is— I don’t see why anything has to change, Mina. Really, just leave it.”

Mina frowned. Perfectly in sync with his wife, Ejirou shifted to look up at Bakugou with dark, pleading eyes.

“C’mon, man,” he said, that reflective gaze piercing Bakugou’s very heart. “Would you be okay with us just looking for someone for you? It won’t need to go any farther than that if you don’t want it to.”

It was a stupid idea. It was monumentally idiodic to even consider saying yes— but Bakugou never could deny his best friend anything.

“It’s three weeks until June,” he said, relenting. “You have until then.”

Mina beamed, and Ejirou gave him a soft smile that made Bakugou feel a little sick and squishy inside.

“Thanks, bro,” Ejirou told him, patting his thigh with a large, warm hand. “You won’t be disappointed.”

Bakugou wasn’t sure about all that. He was beginning to think he might be in some trouble.

***

They called it the Love Shack.

Until, one day, she asked you if you’d want to come with her.

(No pun intended).

“And do what?” you laughed. “I’d like to be a fly on the wall, sure, but my tastes run a little more monogamous than that.”

“Well,” said Mina, leaning in conspiratorially as though the both of you weren’t cuddling on her bed while her husband rubbed her feet, “We have a friend who also likes to watch, if you know what I mean. He just— needs something a little… less than the group stuff. He sits in the corner by himself and fucks his hand until he’s nearly raw with it, but keeps on going because he’s just so…”

Mina trailed off, her eyes glazing over as she remembered some unspoken memory. After a moment, she shook her head and snapped out of it.

“He sounds kinda like a loser,” you admitted, cracking a grin.

Mina laughed, and Ejirou chuckled right along with her.

“If only he could hear you now,” Ejirou laughed. “He’d either die of shame or implode the building.”

You frowned.

“You’re not building a convincing case for him, Kirishima-kun.”

Mina rolled her eyes.

“Look, you said you’re in a dry spell?” she asked, and you nodded. “This guy will pop you like a fucking glowstick as many times as you want. He’s freaky good at sex.”

“And how would you know?” you demanded, shoving her lightly. “Apparently he won’t come within three feet of you!”

Things got awfully quiet, and Ejirou Kirishima’s face turned as red as his hair.

“No,” you laughed, but when no one denied it, your jaw went slack. “No!”

“Yes,” Mina replied, poorly stifling a laugh.

Ejirou hid his face in his hands.

“Guys, please,” he begged, but there was no way you were letting him go that easily.

“Oh no no, you’re not getting out of this,” you laughed. “Who is this mystery guy, and how do you know what he’s like in bed?”

“We went to U.A. together,” said Mina, patting her poor husband’s hand. “They had a whirlwind romance senior year, fucked like rabbits the whole time until he finally broke it off because they really, really were better off as friends. Otherwise, it got… obsessive. On both sides.”

You were burning with curiosity.

“Who? Who was it, Mina-chan?”

“You gotta give your answer first,” said Ejirou, propping up on his elbow. “Will you or won’t you?”

Oh, who were you kidding? You were fucking horny all the time, and besides, the suspense was killing you!

“Of course I’ll go—now tell me who it is!”

Mina smirked.

“Katsuki Bakugou.”

You nearly fell off the bed.

“Why the fuck didn’t you lead with that, Mina?”

Your heart was racing. That evil, wicked, acid-slinging she-witch knew you’d had the biggest crush on him forever! Dynamight was the hottest pro-hero working, damn it— you'd have agreed immediately if she'd told you!

“Because you needed to know he’s a loser!” she insisted. “Because he is a loser! A big one, that needs you to keep him from killing himself via orgasm!”

“Mina!”

“What? It’s the truth!”

“Mina!”

And that was how you ended up like this.

The room was cozy, complete with soft vintage furniture and colorful afghans. Somehow, the entire party had managed to fit comfortably into the living room of the quaint, countryside cabin, and you watched on in awe and wonder as everyone kissed and touched and let their instincts lead them as they went.

"Can I touch you, Bakugou-san?" you asked, entranced.

Bakugou, who was currently the color of a freshly-picked cherry, wouldn't even look at you. You tried not to take it personally when he replied in the negative.

All around you, Bakugou's friends were in various states of undress. Hitoshi Shinsou was kissing Mina with a hand up her shirt as Denki Kaminari rubbed his long, bobbing cock against Hitoshi's boxer-clad ass. Ejirou's eyes were closed as Sero Hanta helped him out of his shirt, and Kyoka Jirou was fiddling with the buttons on Sero's ridiculously tight pants. They were all ridiculously, unfairly beautiful— and, unlike Bakugou, they were all sneaking nosy looks at you, curious and perhaps a bit hungry.

In hindsight, it would have been a better idea for you and Bakugou to start alone together in a separate room. That would have allowed the two of you to get to know each other more intimately in a private setting, and surely it would have made him more comfortable, wouldn't it? Well, maybe that would have made it worse. You certainly couldn't imagine trying to take your clothes off in front of him if he was just as unresponsive then as he was now.

Now, though, there were other folks watching— and you didn't see a reason to deprive them of a show.

Slowly, you removed the silky dress separating your itchy, awful lingerie from the open air. Grinning at Mina, who was currently in the process of bending over a couch cushion, you unhooked the clasp of your black lacy bra, baring your breasts to the chill of the room.

"Mira," Sero murmured to Jirou, his eyes fixed on newly-revealed flesh. "Isn't she beautiful?"

Jirou grinned, her eyes shadowed with a thin veil of appreciation.

"She is. If you don't want her, Katsuki, we'll take her— no harm, no foul."

Your cheeks glowed at the compliment, heart racing at the thought.

"Back off," Bakugou snapped. "You fuckers picked her out for me, didn't you?"

Still, he made no move to touch you— but his eyes were now yours, for better or for worse.

"That's right," you agree, voice soothing and even as you smile at him. "I'm afraid I'm reserved for the day."

And just like that, Bakugou turned away, as though ashamed.

This would not do.

Projecting confidence you did not feel, you moved from your spot on the loveseat and onto the floor in front of Bakugou, kneeling sweetly. Crimson eyes watched you, guarded, wary; you placed a hand on top of his, testing the waters, and he allowed you to take it. Gently, you placed the callused palm of it on your cheek. It was warm and a little sweaty against your flesh, and heavy where you held it.

“You have big hands,” you noted, turning slightly to press a kiss to his wrist. “They’re very pretty, too.”

Bakugou grunted, but did not pull away. Allowed this far, you decided to push for more; you pulled away, then pressed kisses to the pads of his fingers, allowing him to become acclimated to your touch. When he still did not resist, you figured it was all or nothing— you wrapped your lips around a long, thick digit and sucked it into your mouth, simulating oral.

“Fuck,” he swore, and you knew you had him.

Slowly, you pulled off of his finger with a wet pop. The next thing you knew, his mouth was on yours, the smoky scent of his aftershave enveloping you. Big hands caged your face, holding you still; surprisingly soft lips nudged against your own, and the moment was so tender that you nearly lost yourself in it, forgetting momentarily the larger context of what they were there to do.

A rowdy wolf-whistle made sure that didn’t last, though.

Distracted, you turned to grin at Kaminari— doubtless the guilty wolf-whistler— but sudden pain burned in the form of fingerprints on your jaw, turning your gaze back to meet Bakugou’s.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart.”

You shivered.

“Yes sir,” you replied, allowing yourself a small smile, and Bakugou grinned in return.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

What came next was more than you had expected. With pro-hero strength, Bakugou lifted you bodily from the floor and sat you on his lap, your knees on either side of his hips. His sweats were soft against your skin, but there was little time to process anything else before his mouth was on your tits, tongue dragging across a peaked nipple. Startled, you moaned, and a large, warm hand squeezed at your hip, pulling you down to feel the hardness growing in his pants. The length of him brushed against your sex as you started grinding, encouraging his erection; the stimulation was muted but perfect as he played with your tits, leaving his mark across bare flesh with lips and tongue and teeth.

"So fucking pretty," he murmured against your flesh, his breath hot and his hands heavy. "I want to fuck you."

"That is what we're here for," you teased, but all laughter left as the thong you were wearing ripped beneath his hands, falling uselessly from your hips.

"Turn around. I want you to watch them with me while I get you off."

You turned your head over your shoulder, following Bakugou's gaze. Mina was spread-eagle on the couch, watching you from upside-down as Shinsou ate her out. Somewhat strangely, his eyes were on you as well. This became something of a trend; you and Bakugou, it seemed, had the attention of the entire room.

"Yeah," you agreed, dismounting his legs in order to turn around. "Yeah, I like that."

When you returned to your seat, facing the rest of the room, Bakugou's thighs were bare. The soft down of his hair tickled the backs of your thighs, which might have made you laugh if something warm and large hadn't brushed your entrance, forcing you to catch your breath. A hand moved to your hip, squeezing the fat of it, and then Bakugou was pushing inside you, filling you with length and girth that you wouldn't previously have credited him with. You felt… fuller than you had expected to be, and the sensation left you moaning at the penetration.

"Mm, fuck yeah," he growled, his lips close to your neck, raising the small hairs there. "Moan for me, baby."

There was a noise behind you, and then damp fingers snuck around your waist and then between your legs, searching for your pleasure. His thick middle finger circled your clit, and almost involuntary, your hips bucked, shifting the long, hard cock inside you at a different angle. You moved again, chasing that feeling, and soon you were riding Bakugou in earnest, fucking yourself on his cock.

In front of you, Ejirou was slowly stretching Sero"s ass, murmuring praise with a smile like sunshine. Sero, whose cock was in Jirou's mouth, made eye contact with you and winked, speaking fragments of Spanish that you couldn't decipher. Across the way, Mina was being spit roasted by Shinsou and Kaminari, who were sucking on each other's tongues as they took their pleasure from her. The whole scene was graphic and lewd and terrible and wonderful, and you couldn't think of anything that was quite so terrific when Bakugou managed to exceed your expectations, prying his lips away from your neck long enough to say,

"Fuck yeah, princess, you're so fucking hot. Lean back, lean back— I'm gonna hold you up and fuck you hard."

Before you could protest, he manhandled you backwards, crushing you against his still-clothed chest. He made good on his promise of fucking you hard— his hips rutted up into yours with strength and purpose, filling you up and stretching you out, forcing himself further inside with every thrust. His finger on your clit was relentless; it was all you could do just to breathe and tremble and shake and take all he had to give.

"You close?" he grunted, never slowing.

"Yeah," you confessed, almost embarrassed by it. "Yeah, m'really close."

"Good." Relief was evident in his voice. "Me too."

In the space of a few strokes more, you found your peak. With Bakugou groaning in your ear, you came hard and fast, your orgasm crashing over your head with the force of a falling oak. Bakugou, not far behind, actually lifted you up and off of his cock before he came, spilling hot seed over both your thighs. Really, it was ridiculous how much he came; looking at the volume he spilled, you almost wanted to feel it inside of you.

In the afterglow, Bakugou was still a beast. Seemingly unbothered by the strength he'd had to exert in the last few minutes, he shifted you bodily until your back was against the loveseat and he was above you, straddling your thighs and kissing your mouth with the hunger of a starving panther. His cock, long and heavy even soft, twitched as you moved your hands up his thighs and to the curve where his hips met his back.

"I want to suck you off," you told him, filterless as you thought of his big, heavy-looking balls in your mouth. "Wanna feel you get hard in my mouth."

"In a minute," he said, taking his shirt off, expression tender "I want to enjoy you for a little while more."

This part— the ravenous hunger followed by strange softness— found you woefully unprepared. Your heart pounded as his hands grew gentle, touching you like a lover would; how could you ever have prepared for such sweet exploration? Even his kisses had lost their bite, and were now soothing and something more than they'd been before.

All around you, the others were reaching their own climaxes. Moans echoed throughout the cabin, but in the here and now, all of that seemed distant, fading. All of a sudden, you were intensely glad that Mina had asked you to come here, to experience this with them— but you were especially glad that it was just you and Bakugou, separate from the rest of them as he gave you his kindness and attention as well as his passion.

Really, you thought as Bakugou lowered his head between your legs, you wouldn't have it any other way.

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Special Delivery

Hello Hello! So if anyone has seen, I've been talking about working on a new Kirishima fic set in the Fractured Flame universe- This is not that. This is another repost of one of my old favourites, but I promise I AM WORKING ON KIRISHIMA! Anyway, I wrote this for a BNHarem discord collab ages ago, and love it too much to let it die <3

Pairing: Pro Hero!Bakugou x Reader

Word Count: 4,636

Warnings: Fluffy and Smutty, There is an explosion and a description of the aftermath, Office Sex, Squirting and, you know me, there's a Creampie <3

Enjoy!

Working at the Ground Zero hero agency had perks. There was a fantastic coffee shop across the road, with surprisingly reasonable prices, it’s near to the bus stop, and the wide and tall windows allowed you a beautiful view of the city. The number of ridiculously attractive heroes that worked there was also a very welcome perk.

With the likes of Red Riot, Chargebolt, Pinky and Cellophane in their ranks, you had no shortage of eye candy every day. But somehow, they were consistently overshadowed by the most domineering presence in the office. The boss, Dynamight, always took over the room simply by being there.

You were just a secretary, doing nothing more than assisting with filing of paperwork, fielding calls, and similar clerical duties. You were friendly enough with the heroes, but you always wondered why they ever even made time to come and say hi to such a lowly employee like yourself. Pinky would occasionally come over and chat about your plans for the weekend, giggling with you about going to this club or that, telling you wild stories about her own time in various parties. Red Riot would bring you coffee sometimes, claiming that you needed the help to keep you going in a busy office like theirs. Chargebolt and Cellophane, predictably, would come over and flirt with you at every opportunity they could, leaning against your desk with charming grins. But the boss… He would simply eye you from across the room, his calculating gaze following you as you went to the copy machine, or had to deliver papers to another secretary. It was a little unnerving, to have him watch you so closely, but a small part of you always felt a small thrill run through you at his attention. You never saw him do it to any other employee. Just you.

At first, you thought you’d upset him somehow, going over every action in your head to find what you’d done wrong, coming up empty. Sure, you’d made a few mistakes when you first started working for the agency, but that had been so long ago! And you’d been new, everyone makes mistakes at first! You made it a point to become an exemplary employee from then on, double and triple checking your work before handing it in, and making sure it got in early if possible. The other heroes had commented on your increase in ability, making you smile at your success. Dynamight simply huffed at you, his eyes scanning over you from head to toe, making your back straighten. He hadn’t said a word until his friends began to leave, walking past you and ducking down at the last minute to rumble out a quiet ‘good job.’ as he left, acting as if nothing had happened.

That was the first time you’d had the thought cross your mind.

Did he like you?

You’d dismissed the thought almost immediately. A secretary at his agency, with a weak quirk that was barely usable? No way he even saw you as more than a gnat buzzing around him on a daily basis, able to be ignored but always there.

And yet, as time went on, you noticed more and more. His friends would be huddled around him, glancing in your direction with shit-eating grins and murmuring to him, and he would frown at their words, stomping off with pink dusting his high cheekbones. The eyes that watched you so closely as you walked past wouldn’t be trained on you in general, but your face directly. Sometimes you even caught him staring at your ass as you went past, going back to his conversation with a clearing of his throat.

He never approached you, and you never brought it up.

How could you? Not only was he miles out of your league, but he was your boss. There was no way you could pursue him, and he obviously wasn’t into you enough to speak to you about it. You let it go, resigning yourself to pine over him in secret, never revealing to anyone about your secret.

“You like Bakugou, don’t you?” Pinky sure had a weird way of starting conversations, jolting you out of some document you’d been working on on your laptop. You looked up at her with wide eyes, your brows furrowing. “I mean, you look at him a lot. I know most people do, but- like- you really take the cake, sweetie.” She was leaning her hip against your desk, one hand placed on the surface as she gave you a wicked grin. The glint in her eyes was positively evil, flicking over to where Dynamight and Red Riot were talking in his office, the door open. Both of their brows were furrowed, their hushed conversation seeming a lot more serious than their usual banter. You looked through the door for a moment before shaking yourself out of your distracted state, looking up at Pinky with flushed cheeks.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about. I only look at Dynamight as my boss, that’s all.” Her grin only widened, a giggle escaping her lips as she shakes her head. She threw a thumb over in the direction of the men, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Don’t panic, silly! He’s totally into you too. You should see the way his ears perk up whenever anyone mentions you.” She leans down further, seemingly about to whisper something to you, but she’s interrupted by a new voice.

“What are we talkin’ about?” Chargebolt sauntered over, holding a mug of coffee as he looked between the two of you. You go to open your mouth, but a further different voice cuts you off before you can speak.

“We talkin’ about Blasty and his crush? Oh, I am so here for that.” Cellophane joined up, leaning an elbow on Chargebolt’s shoulder, his wide grin focused down on you. With all 3 heroes focusing on you, your face flushed further, making you shuffle the papers on your desk and look for something, anything to change the conversation. You cleared your throat, wondering if bringing up the weather was too obvious a deflection, when a booming voice called out to the 3 heroes crowding you.

“Oi! Get the hell in here, we got plans to go over.” Dynamight addressed his colleagues, but his eyes were solely focused on you, flitting over you as if to check you were okay. As the three groaned and dragged themselves away, you couldn’t help but give him a small smile and a thankful nod.

He didn’t give you anything in return, but the way his shoulders seemed to relax made something in your chest flutter.

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Their plans to infiltrate a villain hideout had been perfect, Dynamight’s tactical thinking making everything go off without a hitch. All 5 heroes had been celebrated for their bravery, quick thinking and overall skill, as this had been a big job catching a sought-after villain. You were happy for them, even if it meant a mountain of paperwork for you. It should have been boxed off, over and done with. So why was the office on fire, debris and smoke everywhere?

You coughed, dragging yourself out from under your desk where it had ended up overturned on top of you, raising a hand to your head to feel the sticky wetness of blood coating it. Squinting through the smoke, your hand flew to your mouth, seeing your desk neighbor lying on the floor, his neck twisted at an odd angle and his eyes wide open. You wanted to scream, to get help, but the rest of the office was in chaos. Ears ringing, you looked around once more, your eyes landing on one of your heroes carrying another worker away and toward the exit, calling out orders to other people. Red Riot seemed to have his hands full there, but you opened your mouth to try and shout for him anyway, desperate to get help for your coworker and friend.

Nothing came out of your mouth, just a croak that was lost among the screams and sounds of the agency falling apart. Tears pooled in your eyes as panic welled within you, until you managed to make out a garbled and quiet version of your name in the ringing of your ears. You turned your head, seeing Dynamight running toward you, falling to his knees as his hands cupped your face gently, tilting it and frowning when he saw your head injury. He spoke to you, but the words didn't make sense, you couldn’t hear him properly. You shook your head at him, pointing to your coworker. “He- he needs help… You have to- to help him!” You grasped onto his gauntlets, your eyes pleading with his. Dynamight turned to look at your coworker, his expression tightening as he looked back at you and shook his head, reaching to hook his arm under your knees to pick you up. You fought his grasp, screaming that your friend needed help more than you. Didn’t they understand? His neck- surely his injury was worse, you could wait, he needed someone to help him! The further you got from the wreckage of the office, the less your ears rang, finally allowing you to hear Dynamight’s words. “He’s gone… It’s too late, we can’t help him, we gotta get you out of here…” Gone… too late…Your eyes fluttered shut as the world was enveloped in black, your mind too exhausted to keep up.

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It smelled clean. Too clean, and there was an incessant beeping that wouldn’t shut the fuck up somewhere off to your left. You frowned, trying to open your eyes and immediately closing them in pain when the stark white ceiling and fluorescent lights blinded you. Trying again, slowly this time, you squinted your eyes open, moving to raise your arm to rub your eyes and stopping when you felt a tug at your elbow joint. Looking down, you saw an IV attached to you, and your frown deepened.

What the fuck happened? Finally registering a hushed but angry sounding voice in the room with you, you glanced around. Near the doorway, wearing casual clothes and holding his phone up to his ear, Dynamight was hissing at someone on the other end of the line. “... don’t care about the costs, I’ll help cover ‘em. We gotta get the office rebuilt… Listen, Shitty Hair, I won’t let some minor thugs think we can be taken down by something like this. We get rebuilt, and show ‘em they can come at us with whatever they got- we ain’t stoppin’.” He turned in place, his eyes roving over the floor, up the bed, and finally resting on your open eyes. His own eyes widen at the sight of you awake, his feet already bringing him closer. “...gotta go.”

Dynamight hung up the phone, pocketing it as he stopped by the side of your bed, leaning both hands on the covers. You eyed him for a moment, unsure what to say, before you tentatively reached out, covering his hand with yours as tears filled your eyes. “Thank you. For saving me.” His hand froze under yours, his eyes shooting to stare at the limbs with what looked like panic before he relaxed, flipping his hand over to grip yours. With a sigh, his free hand came up to scrub down his face, his eyes moving to yours and staying locked on the bandage you could feel above your eye. “Scared the shit outta me, princess. Thought- with how close you were to the door- didn’t think you’d made it.” His words are tight, almost choked, and you frown at him.

“What happened? I don’t really… remember…” “S’fine, doctors said it’d probably be blurry. We thought we got ‘em all. But we missed one, a guy who was pretendin’ to be quirkless. We didn’t think he was even really one of the villains, more like a civilian caught up in it… just a good actor, I guess. He- he built a bomb. Packaged it up like a delivery and dressed the part, got in and left it on my desk. He had the detonator and I got him before he was outta the building but he- turns out he had a quirk. Technopath, or some shit, let him detonate it even though we were downstairs… I’m- I’m so sorry, I thought I got ‘em all…” His free hand clenched into a fist, you’d never seen him look so distraught. You squeezed the hand still in your grip, giving him a small smile. “You had no way of knowing, Dynamight. You did everything you were supposed to.” “Bakugou. Don’t bother with my hero name here.” Your eyes widened, but you nodded. Without letting go of your hand, Bakugou pulled a chair up to the side of your bed, staring at your intertwined fingers. You’d never been this close to him, not like this, but right now you needed the comfort. Not questioning it, you let him play with your hand, enjoying the companionable silence until he opened his mouth again.

“I really thought… When I got up there, and saw everything all- destroyed… I really thought I’d lost you.” You frowned, about to speak, but he cut you off. “Don’t- Just lemme talk, okay? I’m a coward. I spent all this time tellin’ myself I didn’t have to tell you, because you were always right there for when I was ready. Let myself think nothin’ would ever happen, but- then it did. And when I got up there and couldn’t find you… I just thought- I thought ‘I should have told her.’ Because I didn’t think I had a chance. And then I saw you, and it was like I had a second chance. So here I am- takin’ that chance. You know what I’m talkin’ about, right?” Bakugou turned his head towards you, his eyes pleading, a nervous twitch to his brow. Your eyes had widened a long time ago, your heart pounding in your chest as you processed his words.

Slowly, a smile crept across your lips, your head nodding. “Yeah, I know. I’d like that, a lot.”

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It’s amazing the difference a few weeks can make.

A few weeks ago, you never would have dreamed that you could call Katsuki Bakugou yours, and yet here you were. Turns out that dating your boss is okay if your boss is literally at the top of the food chain at work, and no one is going to call him out on his shit. Mina, Sero, Kaminari and Kirishima were overjoyed at this development, teasing Bakugou at every opportunity they could, not having to hide it in front of you anymore. This in turn delighted you, loving the blush and harsh glare that would appear on his face, the soft pops and crackles of his palms becoming one of your favourite sounds. He took you on modest, low key dates, to keep you away from the prying eyes of the public, and you loved how silently affectionate he became. A hand in yours as you walked home after a date, a gentle kiss at your doorstep, a lingering touch at your lower back as you turned away that had your thighs tingling.

The little glint of hunger in his eyes as he watches you leave.

It was like you were back in high school, closing your front door and squealing into your hands after each date, wanting more than anything to drag him into your home and fuck him senseless right there in the entryway. The only thing stopping you was that every time you tried to, he stopped and said he had something special planned for your first time together. You trusted that he knew what he was doing.

As he walked you toward the office one evening, you thought he’d lost his mind.

You had been having nightmares about the building ever since the event, waking up gasping for air as if you were still stuck in the smoke filled room. Your heart was pounding just looking at the building, your steps slowing until you came to a complete stop, looking at him warily. He gave you a rare smile, tugging on your hand gently to bring you into his side. “Just trust me, yeah?”

And you did. Because he’d never done a single thing to make you lose faith in him, even before you were together, there was probably no one else on the planet that you trusted more.

Bakugou walked you into the building, keeping you tucked into his side the whole time. It was odd being here after hours, the building looking so dark compared to the usual bright sunlight that filtered through the large glass walls. When you arrived at your floor, the lift gave a soft ding! to alert you, and you held your breath.

Suddenly, you understood.

The whole floor had been refurbished, reinforced walls around those with cubicles, the offices with their large, see through windows being replaced with thicker, frosted glass and thicker doors, everything redesigned with a more durable design in mind. It looked entirely different, a clean slate.

Your desk was right outside of Bakugou’s door.

“I wanted to keep you close, in case anything happens again…” Bakugou’s free hand reached up to swipe at his nose, a bashful blush trickling across his cheeks. Your eyes watered slightly as you realised that he’d done this for you. The other staff would benefit too, of course, but he’d made some of the changes with you and your fears in mind, bringing you back here to show you that it wasn’t the same anymore, that you wouldn’t ever be back in that position again.

You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest as his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. A soft kiss to the top of your head had you pulling back, looking up at him for just a moment before you pushed up to press your lips to his. One of his hands came up to cradle your cheek, keeping you from moving away as he kissed the breath from your lungs, pushing you back against the lift doors, the cool metal biting at your back through your clothes.

Bakugou reached down, grasping your thighs and lifting you, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you through the office space and into his office, kicking the thick door closed behind him and seating you on the edge of his desk. He finally pulled back, letting you breathe as he moved his lips to your neck, inching toward your collarbone. When he found that little spot on your collarbone that had you gasping, he smirked into your skin, biting down on the flesh softly before latching his lips there, leaving behind a deep mark. Finally leaning back, he reached up to grasp the back of your head, tugging it so he could straighten up and look down at your panting form.

“Gonna help me christen the office, princess?” The pet name had your core throbbing, your mouth parting around a soft moan as you nodded your head, his lips spreading into a dark grin. You’d been waiting weeks for this, for him, and now that he was between your thighs, his hard length pressed up against your pussy through your clothes, you couldn’t wait to get him inside you. Bakugou reached for the hem of your shirt, ripping it up and off you. Pulling one of the cups of your bra down, he moved to wrap his lips around your nipple, making you unwrap your hands from his neck, leaning back on the desk to give him better access. The office was so quiet, just the lewd noise of Bakugou sucking on your breast and your soft panting filled the air, one of your hands moving to unclip your bra behind your back. As the garment fell down your arms, one of his hands came up to tweak at your other nipple skillfully, a sharp pinch making you cry out for him.

The way he handled you, harshly but as if you would break if he went too hard, was making your brain fog over with lust. You couldn’t focus on anything but him, his tongue flicking at your nipple, his fingers on your breast, his hips rolling into yours slowly. It was too much, it wasn’t enough, you just needed more. Bringing one hand up to his shirt, you tugged at it until he understood you wanted it off, leaning away and pulling it over his head to reveal what could only be described as an adonis-like body. Pale scars littered his skin, evidence of his past battles, and you reached out to trace a few of them softly, flicking your eyes up to his before leaning forward to kiss him once again. Bakugou placed his hands firmly on your hips, pulling them closer to grind into you more intently. Forgoing his scars, you let your hand trace down his abs, feeling them twitch under your fingers until you reached his waistband, undoing his jeans deftly and reaching into his pants to cup his erection through his boxers. He hissed into the kiss, his lips separating from you as he rested his forehead against yours, looking down at where your hand disappeared into his open jeans.

Smirking at his reaction, you pushed at his clothing until both his pants and boxers were around his thighs, freeing his cock for you to wrap your hand around. Your mouth filled with saliva just looking at his cock, long and thick and just asking for you to wrap your lips around it instead, but Bakugou wouldn’t let you move him away to get to your knees. “Sorry, babe, but if you put that pretty mouth on me I won’t last. Next time.” Pouting, you nodded your head at him, moving to get your own jeans off. Bakugou helped pull them off you, leaning back to get a good look at you when you were bare before him. He bit his lip, eyes tracing over every curve, every piece of skin hungrily, and your face heated at his attention. “So fuckin’ beautiful…” You didn’t have time to react to his uttered words, because in the next moment he had you on your back on his desk, his hands pushing at the backs of your thighs to push them against your chest. His mouth descended on your aching core, tongue pushing into you to taste the sweet wetness gathered there, before he moved it up to your clit, suckling harshly at your sensitive bud. You cried out sharply at his treatment, a hand shooting down to tangle in his hair, fingers tightening in his soft strands as your walls pulsed around nothing, begging for something to fill you. Bakugou stood, separating from your clit with a pop! as he grinned down at you. “Sorry, needed to have a taste of that sweet pussy, princess. Tastes just like I thought- perfect.” Eyes hooded, chest heaving, you were about to scream at him to just fuck you already, but he seemed to get the idea from your look. Bakugou pressed the blunt head of his cock to your entrance, one hand keeping one of your thighs pressed open for him while the other squeezed at the base of his length. He looked up to lock eyes with you once more, a brow raised in question, giving you one last chance to back out. You nodded as you braced yourself, knowing that this would hurt a little as he wasn’t exactly small.

Bakugou pushed his hips forward, the head of his cock popping past your entrance, the both of you exhaling slowly as he pushed further and further into your core, parting your walls until his hips were flush with yours. You dragged in a ragged breath, the burning stretch edging on pain before melting into complete pleasure. Head falling back onto the table, your eyes rolled back as you squeezed around him experimentally, relishing in his groan at your actions. He swatted at your thigh as he began to pump his hips, moving both hands to your hips in order to pull you into his thrusts. Your mind was reeling with pleasure, unable to think of anything other than the drag of his thick cock against your walls. Moans tumbled freely from your lips, mostly incoherent versions of his name, interspersed with oh god’s and right there!’s. Bakugou himself wasn’t faring much better, groans leaving him on every other thrust, his brows furrowed in pleasure as he watched his cock disappear into your pliant body.

Bakugou lifted your legs to rest both of your ankles on one broad shoulder, arms wrapping around your thighs as he pounded into you harder, yanking you into each pump of his hips, his eyes focused on your face. Watching you fall apart around him like this, was all he’d wanted for so long, now that he had it… he knew he wouldn’t ever be able to get enough. He was getting drunk off the feeling of your pussy pulling him deeper. Burying himself deeper until his tip was hitting against your cervix, the feeling causing your eyes to shoot wide open, a pressure building in your lower belly. Bakugou’s length hitting so deep and dragging against that special spot inside you, it was so much more than you’d ever felt before, that pressure building and building, a worried look appearing on your face that he catches immediately. He slows down a little, looking at you in confusion. “I- Something feels- weird- pressure…” Your words come out disjointed with his hips still slapping against you, and it takes him a second to process. Once he does, all he does is smirk and lean over you further, resuming his original pace and power, ignoring your worried words. You try to push against his abdomen, concerned at the pleasure building within you, but he’s so strong that he barely budges. Your walls start to flutter around him as you approach your climax, clamping down on him rhythmically, until-

“C’mon, princess. Make a mess on me, lemme have it.”

It seems that his words are all you needed, flying over the edge of your orgasm as that pressure released, your cunt gushing around him as you came harder than you ever had before, your vision whiting out and your mouth caught wide open in a silent scream. Bakugou watched you come undone, your pussy clenching so hard and drawing him deeper, his own release taking over as he pumped into you, hard, and shot ropes of come deep into your body. He slowed gradually, panting hard over you as he let your legs fall to the side. The two of you caught your breath, Bakugou pressing soft kisses to your chest as he rested his forehead on your collarbone. You ran your fingers through his hair, basking in the glow of your orgasm, until he shattered the moment with a snort. With a raised brow, you looked down at him as he propped his chin on your chest.

“You fuckin’ squirted on me. So dirty, princess.” Huffing in indignation, you pushed on his forehead, ignoring his chuckles as he pulled out of you, both of you getting dressed slowly. He caught your elbow, pulling you close and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Hey- I didn’t say I didn’t like it. In fact…” He leaned down, pressing his lips to your ear as he murmurs;

“...I wanna find out how many times I can get you to squirt for me back home, baby.”

You shuddered, dressing quickly and practically dragging him back to your apartment.

#Katsuki Bakugou #Bakugou smut #Bakugou x reader #my hero academia #mha #bnha

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antiwhores · 2 years

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Hey there remember when you said you were down to write (almost) anything

Wellll how bout some size kink Prohero!Kiri or Prohero!Shinso they're just big loving men with giant muscles they would easily manhandle you into any position and maybe a little pinch of praise kink in there because they would love you so much and want to make sure you feel loved during and after and the cuddles don't get me started I love them

Double stuffed- Kirishima/Shinsou/Reader

Gotchu, sorry this took so long, I didn’t know how to check requests LOL! Hope you enjoy.

Kirishima x Shinsou x Reader for anonymous

Double penetration, oral (male and female recieveing), could look non con but I promise its not, threesome, proof read (yall proud of me?), dacryfillia, creampies, slight exbititism or whatever its called, aftercare, praise kink, manhandling

You didn’t really understand how you ended up sandwiched between two pro heros. One your boyfriend and one a customer, yet they both unzipping their pants and threw their belts on the floor. No matteer how many times you replayed the story, it still felt unbelievable.

You were a waitress at the hero gala, a proud one at that. Although you weren’t a big fangirl or anything, your job let you meet countless heros and interesting people and anyone sane would find that super cool.

This job is where you met your now boyfriend, Shinso, after an awkward encounter on you first day that you still cringed about.

You remember bringing a plate to a table occupying pro heros Dynamight, Red Riot, Cellophane, and Chargebolt. You kinda asked them what theyd like to eat. You’d made sure not to sound to enthusiastic or interested since it was highly adviced against during training.

Chargebolt winked, “I’ll have a some fugu with a side of you, babe.” You calmly wrote down fugu as his friends glared at him, except for Dynamight, he hit him. “Fugu, good choice. We’re out of that side though.” You had tried to keep professional but it came a bit hostile. His friend, Cellophane, snickered at him. Chargebolt dramatically fainted, “So cruel!”

You took the other two’s orders, stopping at the redhead. He was looking at you- no, staring. “If you’re stuck on what the get, the Kujira here is great.” He snapped out of his trance, startled. “I’ll have that then!” His reply was a bit too loud. It would’ve startled you if you weren’t so used to other pro heros. “Alright, your food will be with you soon. Thank you.”

After that you spent the whole day assisting them and one other table of heros you didnt know the names of. The redhead still couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You felt them as you walked away, or steered by, or walked up. If he wasn’t so hot, you’d get scared.

After a solid couple of hours, it was your break. You would usually head into the breakroom but your boyfriend had passed you a note to meet him in the abandoned hallway to speak.

He came in suprisingly quickly after you. He came over a kissed your temple, scanning you with his tired eyes. You sighed, “You need to start sleeping more.” “Hypocrite.” He quickly responded. He began to inspect you once more, “I swear, this uniform is too tight. Its like second skin.” He says. “So is half of modern hero costumes.” He lazily smiles at that.

You lean in to give him a quick kiss. It wasn’t quick for long though as he immediately came back for seconds. Before long, his tongue was exploring your mouth and his leg was between your thighs. “What’s gotten into you?” You said between kisses. He dove into your neck. “You have. Theres a room over there, bed and all, lets go.” You bit your lip to hold back the sounds threatening to excape. “I have work.” He groaned into your neck, “Whatever, one word from me and they’ll be allowing you-“

Before he could even finish the sentence a gasp accompanied with a flinch rips through you as you turn your head to give him more room to lick. “What?” He turns your way and also freezes.

Standing there, hard though his pants is Red Riot. His eyes widened when he was caught, immediately removing the hand that had been palming himself.

Shinso’s tired face doesn’t falter much, he only frowns. “Kirishima. What the hell?” They know eachother. Red Riot, aka Kirishima, runs over to you guys. He flails his arms as he prefusely apologizes. “Im sorry! I was coming out here to ask Ms. l/n out and just couldn’t move. I didnt know you were like… a thing!”

And somehow, this simple interaction turned into your clothes being torn off and you panting on the bed. “We’ll make it quick since you have to get back to work l/n! Swear!” “Speak for yourself.”

It was dark, you could barely see anything but you could hear the sound of them shuffling on the big bed behind and in front of you. You sqealed when two big arms suddenly pulled your legs apart. Then another pair of even bigger hands gently grabbed your face and pulled it towards him.

“Your mouth is so pretty baby.” Kirishima gaps before sliding his cock against your lips. Shinso bent down between your legs while hoisting your hips up. “Wait till you see hee other lips.” You would’ve shamed him for the crued joke but the feeling of his tongue licking up the slick dripping from your cunt silenced you into a moan.

Kirishima gently inserted his cock inside his mouth. You gagged, he was huge. “I know baby.” You barely grabbed your compulsure between his cock lightly thrusting into your mouth and Shinso sucking hard on your clit. You were already so overstimulated and they had just begun.

Shinso’s tongue was mesmerizing. You found your eyes rolling back into you skull at the slopping noises he made. He was fisting himself hard and slow while he ate you out. You could tell he was atleast trying to make it fast by helping himself out until leaving that to the main course. Every once in a while you would gasp at the spikes of pleasure and squeeze down your throat. Kirishima would whimper and always pick up the pace.

Tears streamed down your face like a focet near your orgasm. The more you tried to moan, the more you squeezed on Kirishima. “Mmmmmm,” He moaned, “Im gonna-“

Your eyes widened as his cock twitched in your mouth. Just as you braced yourself the tongue left and a harsh thrust was replaced. It made an aggressive arch and muffled scream force out of you throat.

Shinso immediately started to fuck into you at an insane pace. He bit his lips to hold back his moans. Kirishima couldnt hold himself back anymore and came hard down your throat. He spasmed, blubbering praises, while his warm cum shot down your throat.

Your orgasm tore threw you like paper. And it was intense. You shook so hard your muscles hurt. Your eyes rolled even farther into your head as more tears rolled down your cheeks. The stars you saw clouded your vision until you were on the edge of passing out.

You squeezed so hard onto Shinsou that he didn’t last more than 5 seconds after you. “Fuck…” He moaned before dumping his load into you as well. It filled you up so much it seeped out through his cock. He held you still in place as he orgasmed. “Just like that.” He moaned before taking out his cock and stuffing it back into his pants, Kirishima following suit.

Kirishima wiped your tears as Shinsou began to clean your thighs with a washcloth he found in the drawer. They dressed you back up, helped you on your feet, pampered you until you stopped crying from the overstimulation, and helped you out the door. You were only 5 minutes late.

#mha smut #mha x reader #shinsou smut #shinsou x reader #kirishima fluff #kirishima x you #kirishima imagine #kirishima x reader #shinso x reader #shinso smut #kirishima x shinsou x reader #shinsou x kirishima x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #ejirou x reader #ejirou kirishima

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theirtheretheyre · 2 years

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would yall read an x reader fic if i wrote it🥺

#im slowly making progress on it skdjdjdj #pro hero cellophane sero mullet daddy af x reader #if the phrase mullet daddy af confuses u dw its an inside joke between me n my friend

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kingkatsuki · 10 months

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More of this.

You know in my mind I was kinda picturing doing Chicken Shop Dates with him and other Pro-Heroes? And Bakugou sees your date/interview with Sero and he’s pouty and jealous because he wants to do one with you.

Bakugou can’t remember the first time he started to fancy you, but it was probably the first time he ever saw you because you’re perfect. He remembers that interview, his first time seeing you. A laid back interview with the Bunny Hero Mirko, the pair of you sat on a plush couch with mugs of tea. And if he’s being honest, the Pro-Hero was the only reason he was even watching in the first place, his childhood crush on the older Pro still prevalent into his mid-twenties.

But he remembered watching the interview, which ended up seeming more like a gossip session between two friends as you delved deeper into the woman behind the Hero name. He found himself watching that video again immediately after it finished, before going in search of others. From up and coming sidekicks, to lesser known Pro-Heroes like Snatch. Bakugou found himself searching through your page for hours as he looked through the videos and photographs with these Pros, frowning when he noticed a new upload with you interviewing the Pro-Hero Cellophane.

Even though Bakugou had been watching your videos for months, he’d never followed you on any of your social media platforms. Content with watching each upload, and religiously checking your page for new photographs or messages. It became almost routine as he’d finish an arduous fifteen hour night shift and immediately check your feeds in the locker rooms before his commute home. Or he’d wake up in the morning to see if you’d posted anything new while he’d been asleep, and in his mind it was almost like waking up with you.

But seeing you interviewing one of his close friends had him feeling almost jealous, even though it seemed to just be meeting in a professional capacity. And Bakugou began to wonder why you’d never wanted to interview him, wondering whether you had contacted his PR team and been rejected or if he was in the pipeline for one. It was that moment when he decided that he was going to follow your socials, and he pathetically hoped you’d notice.

And if you didn’t notice, the internet certainly did. New tweets and screenshots appearing everywhere about the OfficialDynamight Twitter now following your account. Fans speculating whether it was his PR team that had made the connection, or the Pro-Hero himself— but something that everyone seemed to agree on was that an interview with you both was long overdue.

Of course, you’d noticed that the OfficialDynamight account had followed you almost instantly. Checking the notification to see whether it was actually his account, or just another fan-made one. Noticing the blue tick to signal that it was real, it was really him. Trying to calm your racing heart down and convince yourself (like the rest of the internet) that it was just his PR team and not the number two hero. Of course, you’d kept your crush on the Hero mostly secret. Alluding to it in a couple of interviews with Pinky and Burnin’. Interviews that had become a lot more fun and gossipy than the usual news that your company wanted you to report on, ignoring the set questions and talking about love and relationships. But you’d never specifically admitted to your crush, even though the internet continued to speculate.

So when you find out that the Dynamight PR team have responded to you with the approval for your interview request, you’re internally freaking out. Not only because you’re going to be interviewing your favorite Pro-Hero, the man you’ve had a crush on ever since he hit the top fifty. But you have all the pressure on your shoulders to make the interview good, because Dynamight interviews really are like gold dust. And the one thing on your mind is trying to find out is who he has a crush on. Remembering the charity gala interview he did when the little girl asked if he liked anyone.

But you didn’t expect his answer to be you.

#but can you imagine doing chicken shop dates with him🥺#and he’s just laughing at the dumb shit you come up with while eating his chicken and chips #and he’s so casually flirty except he doesn’t even REALISE he’s being flirty??? like it’s just so natural to him #bakugou x reader #soft Bakugou

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irisintheafterglow · 9 months

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More Than It Seams (Chapter 1)

summary: you're a hero costume tech working for one of the biggest fashion companies in quirk society, and the days until the most important fashion event of the year are dwindling fast. if you weren't stressed enough, a certain half-and-half hero keeps appearing with rips in his suit. (pro!todoroki x reader)

word count: 3k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of needles, probably inaccurate fashion design vocabulary, strangers to lovers, no specified pronouns for reader

note: aaaaa ok first chapter of my first series. hope you enjoy!! i'm planning on this to be five chapters, and the second chapter I'm planning to release this friday. i <3 shoto todoroki

likes/reblogs/feedback are always appreciated!!!

She couldn’t be serious. You shake your head as if to reset your eyeballs and read over the two scribbled cursive sentences over and over until the reality of your situation set in.

Hey, not gonna be in starting today for maternity leave. Don’t disappoint me. Xo, M

You counted the days on your fingers and groaned, dragging a palm down the front of your face. 7:00 A.M was too early to find out you had to run a multi-million dollar business that wouldn’t hesitate to fire you if you disappointed at the most important fashion event of the year. The coffee maker beeped its readiness right on cue, and you debated making two cups instead of just one. You settled for one but left out a cup with your name on it for a possible second, and plopped down at your station. The sun was just starting to shine through the glass walls of the building you called your office, an odd combination of exposed brick walls and floor-to-ceiling windows. Crooked rows of work tables lined up on one side of the expansive area, with several dozen mannequins and rolls of fabric occupying the other side. A long counter separated the work area from the sitting area, where clients waited for their fittings on plush couches and sipped on complimentary sparkling drinks that M paid for instead of giving her workers a raise.

“G’morning!” The other designer for the company swung open the gate allowing access between the work area and the sitting area, deflating when he saw you throw your head down on your desk in frustration and slam it a few times for good measure. “Or not…” A loud gasp of shock indicated to you that he had read the note, and a long string of expletives left his mouth as you lifted your head and nodded. “She has to be joking.”

You clicked your tongue in agreement. “She is not.”

“HB’s in two weeks, and she decides now is a good time to have her baby?”

“If it were up to me, she wouldn’t even be the head of this place, or having another baby. God knows we don’t need any more of her.” Your coworker scoffs in disbelief, throwing his bag down on his desk and wheeling over a mannequin. “Hey, did you finish working up that fabric design for Cellophane’s suit? He’s supposed to come in on Friday and I think it’d be smart to have a sample of the fabric ready so he can tell us if he doesn’t like it.”

“Yep, I’ll have that over to you ASAP. You don’t need to remind me what happened last year with Dynamight two days before the Ball.”

You cringed at the memory of the Number Two Hero burning your work to ashes right in front of you and telling you to get a color that matched his eyes better. To be fair, the color that his stylist had chosen clashed with his skin tone and you respected Bakugo for recognizing that, but he could have given you back the suit to use as scrap fabric. “It’s the price of working with the best.”

“You mean for the best,” he corrects, giving you a grouchy look before switching on his machine and beginning to hem the miles of fabric for Creati’s dress. You’d asked him if he wanted you to hem the fabric since your quirk would have it done by lunch, but he declined and said that you should focus on designing the remaining heroes’ pieces. The rest of your seamstresses trickled in as the morning progressed, filing into their stations with a polite “good morning” and picking up their scissors. Soon, the office milled with the familiar sounds of cutting fabric, sewing machines, and rolling mannequins, and you spaced out as you sketched your idea for Pinky’s updated costume.

At 11:30, your receptionist sitting at the counter slammed down the phone in alarm, startling the entire room into silence. Her face was nothing short of panic, and you rose quickly from your station to pull her into a corner and figure out why she looked like she had received a bomb threat.

“What’s going on?”

“Shoto is here.”

“Who?”

“Shoto. The pro hero. Is here,” she hisses at you through her teeth, her hands shaking with uncontrollable anxiety.

You blinked at her. “Okay… and?” Pros showing up to the office themselves rather than sending assistants was uncommon but had been done numerous times before. Deku and Creati tended to visit a few times a month, and Pinky liked to stop by on Fridays to treat her favorite staff to ice cream. It was Shoto’s first time appearing in person, as he usually sent an assistant to drop off what was essentially his laundry; you’d always assumed that being a top-ranked hero controlling large sums of inheritance was just too busy to worry about his costume. Still, a customer visiting the office in person, no matter how attractive they were, was the least of your laundry list of problems.

Your receptionist stares at you like you’ve sprouted three heads, and addresses you with an attitude that would have had her fired if M was in office. “What the hell do you mean ‘and’? It’s Shoto… the Number Three Hero. ProMagazine’s #1 ranked hottie.”

“I’m aware,” you state a little impatiently, annoyed by her insistence that this was much more significant than it actually was. “I’m struggling to understand the fuss over just another client–”

A chorus of shocked excitement washed over your staff as the elevator doors dinged and a lean, well-dressed silhouette entered the office. Several of your seamstresses had stood from their chairs and huddled together for moral support, whispering to each other about the stranger who had exited the elevator. Your receptionist’s eyes widen to the size of dollar coins, her hands coming up to your shoulders to push you toward the counter as she disappeared behind rolls of fabric. You rolled your eyes and took a breath, adjusting the measuring tape around your neck and meeting Shoto as he approached the vacant receptionist’s computer. His voice was polite and soft when he spoke, and you swear you hear your workers swooning behind you.

“Hello, I’m here to drop these items off for repair,” he states, gently placing a small stack of folded fabric on the counter in front of you. You couldn’t help but notice how pretty his hands were, and how one ran through his two-toned hair, combing it with elegant fingers. His eyes were each an enchanting shade of blue and grey, and you found it hard to break eye contact with him. ProMagazine was definitely correct.

“Great, I’ll, uh, have this ready in just a bit,” you reply, gesturing towards the waiting area and encouraging Shoto to have a seat. Taking a deep breath in and out and shooting your staff a stern look to get back to work, you unfold the tattered costume on a nearby station behind the counter. His suit wasn’t in the worst condition, but the tears on the arms and chest area posed a significant safety hazard, especially if they continued to open. As hot as it would be to have muscle windows in Shoto’s suit, it’d reflect badly on you if you’d refused to repair the costume for the sake of professionally shot ab photos.

After another steadying breath, you visualize a sewing machine dial in your mind, picking up a spool of strong nylon thread and running your thumb over the torn pieces of fabric; like clockwork, it repaired itself with a neat straight stitch wherever you touched. Your quirk is why M hired you in the first place since you could assemble three pieces in the time it took a machine to do one. You couldn’t send sheets of fabric flying like Best Jeanist, but your ability to telekinetically manipulate thread into stitches proved useful for a career in fashion design. With a few more reinforcement stitches to some worn edges and a quick polish of the suit’s buckles, Shoto’s costume was good as new.

“Here you go; you’re all set.” He turns to look at you, surprised and preoccupied with examining the large posters of costumes M’s company had designed. Frames of initial sketches for his first professional costume were flanked by life-size prints of Pinky, Deku, and Red Riot’s attire. A plaque engraved with Creati’s endorsement message for the company hung in the center, surrounded by fabric swatches and Post-It notes scribbled with measurements. It looked like he had just finished reading through Creati’s statement when you informed him that his suit was ready. “I went ahead and cleaned off some of the grime from the suit’s hardware and sprayed it with anti-rust so it shouldn’t be tarnishing any time soon.”

Shoto looks at you with an expression that you can’t read, gazes down at the repaired suit in front of him, and then back up at you. “Oh. That’s it?”

You release a slightly nervous chuckle to try to ease some of the awkwardness that had settled between you two. “Uh, yep. That’s it.” After another painfully quiet beat, your customer service persona finally kicks back into gear. “Is there anything else I can assist you with today?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, it was a pleasure working with you today–”

“How does your quirk work?” His question arrives completely out of left field, and your brain short-circuits at his genuine expression of interest in your abilities.

“Well, um, I can manipulate thread to follow certain stitch patterns, like the stitch selection on a sewing machine. See, like, here.” You point at one of the newly repaired tears in his costume, running a finger over the fresh seam. You’re keenly aware of how his eyes follow your finger and you attempt to keep your voice even. “I mended this panel of fabric torn down the middle with a straight stitch, which is the sturdiest stitch I can create.”

“So you wave your hands and the threads start moving?” The boyish cluelessness on his face makes your heart flutter. A smile breaks its way into your expression.

“I wish, but I actually have to be touching the fabric.”

“I suppose it’s very useful for a fashion designer, then.” His face is carefully put together, but the tiniest hint of sarcasm bleeds its way into his voice. Was he… joking with you?

“Definitely. I’m essentially a human sewing machine but without needles sprouting from my thumbs.” Your thumb pops up on its own accord for added effect, but then you realize what you just said and shove your hand back in an apron pocket. It was meant as a joke, but the macabre nature of your last quip slips your mind and a part of you dies inside when Shoto physically cringes at the grotesque image. Before you have the chance to apologize for such a distressing remark, he politely nods his head in farewell and gives you a soft “thank you” before returning to the elevator.

Releasing a frustrated noise from your throat at the fact that you just scared off Todoroki Shoto, you lay your forehead on the counter between your elbows. The elevator button dings, and to your horror, you realize that he hadn’t left the office yet. Instead, he was looking at you amusedly over his toned shoulder. The corner of his mouth quirks up the tiniest bit as he watches your burning face attempt to regain its composure, and then he’s gone.

“That was a shit show,” your other designer mutters under his breath, handing you another cup of coffee.

Tuesday morning at 11:30 on the dot, Shoto visits again and catches your receptionist off guard, reducing her to a puddle of “How can I help you?” and “Can I get you a sparkling drink?” With your back turned to the doors, you don’t notice him immediately as you concentrate on draping expensive maroon fabric around Creati’s mannequin. Eyebrows drawn in concentration and holding a pin between your teeth, your hands work meticulously to create perfect pleats under the waistline of the bodice. It isn’t until your receptionist nervously calls out your name that you abruptly drop the fabric, Shoto’s mouth twitching as he watches you hurriedly place your box of pins on a nearby station and approach the counter. You lightly tap your receptionist’s shoulder, snapping her out of her daze to find Shoto a drink that you knew was out of stock and leaving you two alone again.

“Shoto, it’s a pleasure to see you.” You try to mask the unease in your voice with a forced smile. “What can I help you with today?”

His face is blank, but his eyes shine like he’s analyzing you. “I ripped the suit again.”

Your face falls in comical disbelief. “Again?”

He shrugs. “I guess I need stronger stitches.” His heterochromatic eyes stare into yours, and you meet his challenge with a slight squint.

“Guess you do.” You take the folded suit from his hands and drop the volume of your voice. “Or maybe you need to stop tearing my work.”

He huffs out a breath that sounds like a choked laugh and you smile innocently at him, hoping this interaction replaced the awkwardness of yesterday. Your hand gestures to the seating area again, but he shakes his head, instead crossing his muscular arms and watching you intently as you work. The damage to his suit could barely be considered a tear, and you don’t even bother using your quirk to repair it. You feel him staring at you as you easily patch up the suit with a backstitch, and you swear you could hear him hum thoughtfully behind you. Minutes after he entered the office, you slide the garment back to him with a satisfied smile.

He does that thing again, looking at you, down at his suit, then back at you. “You didn’t use your quirk.”

It was your turn to shrug. “Didn’t need to.” As entertaining as his presence was, it would have taken longer to repair it with your quirk, and you had three mannequins of patterns demanding your immediate attention. “Is there anything else I can assist you with today?”

Shoto dodges your question, instead scanning the seamstresses at their work areas trying not to stare at him. “You’re awfully good at getting people in and out.” One eyebrow quirks in question. He’s testing you, silently asking whether you were trying to get rid of him quickly.

“With all due respect, a rip on a Pro’s suit is the least of my worries right now.”

“What are the most of your worries?” You direct his attention to the three mannequins behind you, covered in multi-colored pins and beige pattern panels. “Red Riot, Pinky, and Cellophane’s Ball outfits. Need to have them done by next Friday, and I was just in the middle of pleating the skirt of Momo’s dress. It’s taking a lot longer than expected because I tragically only have two hands.”

Shoto’s mouth opens in an ah of realization, taking in the elaborate construction plan of the layered asymmetrical gown. You couldn’t have predicted his reply to save your life.

“May I help you?”

Your mind halts the production of coherent thoughts. “Oh, no, really. It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not your job.”

“But there is something I can help with.”

“I mean, yes, but–”

“Then please, show me what to do.” You decide that it would be pointless to fight his stubborn determination, so you try not to notice the gasps from your staff as Shoto pushes open the gate into the work area and stands beside Creati’s mannequin. You knelt into the same position as before, sitting back on your heels as you searched for the last pleat you made.

“So I just need you to hold the fabric in place so that it doesn’t unfold, like this,” you direct, scrunching the edge into a carefully measured fold. He watches you diligently, allowing you to reposition his hands so that you could effectively create a seam. His hands were soft beneath your fingers as you brushed veins and lean muscle. You push away the thought of what else he could do with his hands, refocusing on your work and delicately rotating the mannequin as you made your way around its waist. To your surprise, Shoto made soft conversation with you, asking about other Pros’ looks and the design inspiration behind them. Small talk flowed easily as you worked, and he proved to be much more witty than interviews captured.

When you finished, Shoto ran his finger over the pleats you had just made in admiration. A glance at the rest of the mannequins leads to his expression becoming puzzled. “Where is mine?” He offers an open hand to you as you rise from the floor, and you revel in the cool touch of his palm against your tired thumb.

You open your mouth to reply, but no words come out. The truth was, his stylist had ordered a simple black suit for him, barely different than the suit he wore the previous year and all of the years prior. Shoto’s media reputation had him notorious for attending as few public events as possible, and donning safe solid-colored suits when he did appear. His eyebrows rise in anticipation of your answer, still holding your hand, and you finally conjure up an explanation. “Well, technically, your look is already finished. It was one of the first looks we finished because of its simplicity.”

“Simplicity?” He releases your hand, flexing his fingers like he was squeezing a stress ball. Shit, were your hands sweaty?

“Yeah, your stylist tends to request subdued designs for public appearances.”

A low hum is all you receive in acknowledgment, and a look of deep thought washes over his handsome expression.

“Maybe I will aim for a different design this year, then.”

And just the same as Monday, he nods farewell before heading back to the elevator, leaving you frozen by the mannequin. A split second before the doors slide open, he gives you a mischievous look and a single thumbs-up, a reminder of the embarrassing interaction from the day before. You roll your eyes at him and are delighted to see the corner of his mouth turn up again.

The elevator doors shut, and you can’t help hoping he creates another tear in his suit for tomorrow.

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