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anecdochexiv · 2 years

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pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut, angst if you squint

warnings: fwb, cursing, pining, slight depression, drinking, sex talk, virgin talk, slightly sleazy kiri denki and sero, soft bkg, praise kink, dom!bkg, cunnilingus, threesome talk, picture and video taping, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie

wc: 6.8k

summary: bakugou is hopelessly in love with you, so when his friends start talking about you, he realizes he needs to make a move.

author's note: based off of the asks I sent to @kingkatsuki. Linked here and here. Inspired me to write this in the first place 🥺❤.

Bakugou always wakes up before you do, almost two hours to be exact, and just lays there staring at you before he decides to finally get up for the day. Yesterday had sucked for the both of you, and so when you came crying to Bakugou about your date not going well and he felt all tense from all the interviews he did there wasn't any hesitation on either side to just let loose. This relationship had been going on since a little after you both graduated and now at the age of 23, it was hard for you both to see yourselves doing anything else, and maybe that's why all your dates kept failing.

It was strictly friends with benefits and even if you weren't having sex, the two of you would play video games and FaceTime each other when you couldn't sleep. Bakugou was surprisingly quick to accept you in his life and that's part of why he never wants to fuck this up, because without you he believes he'd be alone forever, even when Denki is constantly complaining about all the fangirls that gush over him online. The moment Bakugou realized he loved you was before you even made this arrangement, it was quick and kind of left him stunned.

It was all the way back in your first year, a day where he was unexceptionally grumpy and when he made an off handed comment to Iida, you ended up laughing so hard your face turned red like Eijirou's hair. He wasn't prepared for the sound and then the look on your face and suddenly he thought "Oh shit…" and knew he was fucked. Years later after a hero gala you ended up clinging to him all night and then suddenly you were both in his apartment but before he could think to protest you already had him around your pretty little finger.

You had made it clear that no feelings were involved and Bakugou swore he could feel a piece of himself leaving each time you used him, but if that's what it took then he'd be okay sacrificing himself for it. Most of the time he felt fine after, not really thinking about it too much, but occasionally he would think about all the silly things you do that make you who you are and he'd feel gloomy wishing he could just pour his heart out and it wouldn't be broken anymore.

This morning was one of those mornings and he trudged through his morning routine slower than usual, especially since you were still here. It's not like he didn't enjoy you staying, but it was too domestic for his heart to take and he is already dreading the hangover he'll have tomorrow when he drinks his feelings away later tonight. He ignores the feeling for now and finishes drying his hair before going to the kitchen to make breakfast. Bakugou isn't one for sweets but after how broken he feels he thinks making pancakes will make him feel better, a habit from when he was a kid and would ask his mom to make pancakes on his really rough days.

He's almost done with the pancakes when he hears some movement behind him and turns a little to see you stumbling in and he's thinking of how stunning you are right now.

Your hair is a mess, standing up in parts, drool running down your face a little, his t-shirt is wrinkled from you tossing and turning all night and your eyes are red from you rubbing the grogginess away. This is his favorite sight when it comes to you, but it's also the most painful sight of you. Something so romantic and domestic and intimate about seeing you like this, something you only trust your lover to see, something you find hideous and he finds beautiful. The morning glow of the sun is shining against your skin and he almost thinks he's seeing a goddess in his kitchen and not his best friend.

Bakugou catches himself staring and turns back to the food before you catch him. He knows if you catch him you'll start spewing off apologies of how you look and he can't stand the way his heart pangs each time you say something so awful about yourself. Sometimes he has to ignore you completely so he doesn't spill his heart out all over and make a mess of everything, but then you'll be staring at him expecting an answer to something he didn't hear. The look you have on your face always makes him want to say yes, even though he has no idea if it's a yes or no question or even a question at all.

"G'morning…" You grumble out and yawn and he grunts back to you in reply.

You go into the living room and collapse on his couch, slumping over the arm and he thinks about how painful that position is and you seriously can't be comfortable like that but it's things like this that make him really realize how deeply in love with you he really is. It's painful, rising from his stomach and into his heart and his throat and he thinks any second now he'll be spilling his guts out, vomit or words he has no idea, but it's painful and tears prickle in his eyes for a second before he grunts at himself. He's making two plates and grabbing silverware and syrup before joining you on the couch.

The television is on some cartoon and he has no idea if you're actually watching it or just enjoying the noise and colors. Either way he thinks you look adorable watching the screen as you absent-mindedly take your plate of pancakes and start pouring syrup over them. The morning goes by quietly, neither of you speaking as you eat, and there's something so insanely intimate about the quiet between you two that Bakugou just loves. He's never been good with conversation and prefers the quiet most of the time, but also appreciates when you start spewing off randomly as things come to your mind and you just need to tell someone.

"I give up dating." You blurt out and Bakugou is honestly a little surprised. You'd been oddly quiet this morning, probably thinking about last night and coming to your conclusion. "It's too hard and I don't think I'll find anyone to want me anyway."

Bakugou's head is screaming at him, telling him to just let loose and tell you all the good things about you, but he just glances at you and nods in understanding. Bakugou wants to yell about how much he wants you, how he's never wanted anyone else and doesn't think he ever will, but he wills the thoughts away and brings your empty plates to the kitchen. He rinses them and puts them in the dishwasher, but before he goes back to the living room he takes a second to think rationally about this. If you stop dating people he could theoretically have more time with you, but you won't be as stressed and might call off this relationship. Maybe that's the underlying message anyway, trying to tell him it's not working without hurting his feelings because you know how hard it is for him to open up to people.

No that's ridiculous, he thinks, if you wanted to call it off you would have said so. You weren't the type to play around like that and it's something he really appreciates, especially since he has so much trouble reading people. He goes back into the living room to find you going through his video games, deciding on what game the two of you should play. Seeing you act so casually sets his heart at ease but also on fire at the same time, and Bakugou thinks for a moment if this is what Todoroki feels constantly. He grunts at the thought and slumps into the couch, slightly drawing your attention just to let him know he's there before you go back to searching.

"Snipperclips?" You ask him, holding the game out. He thinks for a second, but he doesn't feel it today.

"No, too cutesy. And too angry." You let out a laugh at that. "But you're supposed to be angry all the time, Katsu." A flush comes across his face from the nickname but he lets out a grunt, slightly upset from your comment.

"What about Mario Party?" You turn to him with a grin, and the sight makes him want to crawl into a hole. Your smile is so bright, so pleasant, and something about it seems so wrong to him whenever you grin at him like that. He doesn't trust himself to reply and just nods slightly. You leap up excitedly and load the game up in a hurry before jumping onto the couch beside Bakugou. The force of the jump sends you catapulting into his lap and you're giggling profusely, suddenly very energetic after eating.

Bakugou chuckles at you, no matter how shitty he feels you always make him feel better, and he's content with seeing you smile like this all the time. You situate yourself on his lap, facing outward toward the television with your legs spread on the outside of his and leaning back into his chest. He leans forward to grab the controllers and relaxes his head onto your shoulder before starting up a game. For the next forty minutes you guys are laughing and giggling like teenagers and by the end of the game it isn't really a surprise when Bakugou wins.

It may not surprise you, he's competitive in everything he does, but nonetheless you turn around to smack him lightly and complain about how he cheated even when you know he didn't.

Suddenly there's a faint ringing coming from Bakugou's bedroom and he politely shoves you off of him to go see who is bothering him right now. He lets out a sigh of relief when he sees the caller is Eijirou, not expecting the redhead to annoy him too much, but answers the phone with an exasperated greeting as usual.

"Hey Bakugou!" Eijirou's cheery voice rings through the phone, and Bakugou feels like he might regret answering the call so early in the morning. "So I know it isn't usually the day we all get together and hang out but Denki and Hanta invited me to go to their place tonight and I just figured I'd invite you!"

Bakugou grunts out, but actually thinks it over. He already planned on getting drunk tonight, hoping that the numbness the alcohol would bring would be enough to distract him from last night and everything that's happened this morning. He supposes that drinking with friends might help him out, and he also knows that if he tells Eijirou no but complains about a hangover tomorrow at work then the redhead will scold him for drinking alone again. Eijirou is waiting for a real response and Bakugou grumbles out a "Fine, whatever." Then he promptly hangs up, hearing the slight excitement in Eijirou's voice.

Eijirou is quick to text him what time they all plan on meeting up and telling him how he's excited that Bakugou is going and not sulking in his room.

"Hey…" He's quick to turn to the voice, wondering what you needed. "I promised the girls I'd meet them for lunch today. So I should probably get going."

Bakugou can't tell if you're just coming up with an excuse to leave, but the idea of you leaving so soon has his heart shattering and also rebuilding itself from the heartbreak you've already caused. You both just stand there and stare at each other before Bakugou understands that you want him to leave the room and give you some privacy to get dressed. He fumbles awkwardly past you and to the living room. It's only a couple minutes before you come back out and start grabbing your things to leave.

He's not sure what to do when you leave, never really knows if he should hug you or just say bye, or maybe tell you to text him later. You beat him to the point before he can make a decision and are reaching over to him to hug him quickly and promising to text him later. He sort of smiles at you and promises to text you back and then just like that you're out the door and he's all alone in his apartment. Bakugou lets out a heavy sigh and collapses onto the couch, feeling utterly exhausted but knows he can't just sleep all day.

He's got a while until he has to leave so he decides to clean up a little and go for a run. Since he's a popular hero he has to disguise himself when he's out, so running is miserable because of how sweaty he is, but it's a normal feeling and he welcomes it. By the time he gets back to his apartment his brain is foggy and his throat is sore from breathing so heavily. The sweat is starting to bother him so he jumps in the shower and spends an embarrassing amount of time just letting the water cascade over his body. After he's out he spends the next couple hours playing video games and reading a new book.

Bakugou likes the quiet and the loneliness, much prefers it over the heartbreak of having someone there who doesn't love you the way you love them. When he's alone and finally away from his thoughts he feels at peace.

Bakugou is no longer feeling peace.

Hanging out with Eijirou, Denki, and Hanta had been going well, the group of them playing video games and drinking. They were even doing a couple drinking challenges, but now Bakugou wishes he didn't come. He really wishes he could just get up and leave the conversation.

"I've always wondered what Uraraka is like. I actually tried asking her out, but she was always around Midoriya so it was hard." Denki is blurting out.

"Yeah, man. She's kind of uptight, I'd really enjoy hearing her moan like a bitch in heat." Hanta is laughing out and taking a swig of his beer before nudging Eijirou's side. Eijirou's face is almost as red as his hair, from the alcohol and the conversation itself. "What about you Ei? Any girls you wanted to lay?"

Bakugou can see the gears turning in his head, something he did when they'd study, and knows Eijirou is debating whether or not he should say what's on his mind. Denki and Hanta know Eijirou isn't innocent, but Bakugou knows how dark the redhead can get.

"Uhm…" Eijirou is nervous and turns to Bakugou for help but is greeted with a very pissed off look. He knows what the other is going to say, something the two have talked about before, and maybe he thinks it'll help Bakugou get in the conversation, but is worried it'll piss him off. Eijirou isn't the type to keep things to himself, especially when he's drunk, so he turns towards the other two and blurts out how hot he thinks you are.

Bakugou is narrowing his eyes at Eijirou, knowing he probably pissed him off on purpose, something he's done multiple times before, but he's also drunk and Bakugou wills himself to not be that mad. He can't get possessive of you when you aren't even his, especially not in front of Hanta and Denki.

"I like to stare at the photos on her Instagram a lot, the ones that show off her top half the most. She's got a great set of tits!" He's giggling and squirming a little on the couch. Bakugou doesn't miss the way the other two groan out at this. He feels possessive even though he shouldn't and takes a big gulp of his drink, willing himself to feel any other emotion.

He decides to cover it up with his usual smug grin, and he realizes how he really should be smug about this. It wasn't a secret that Bakugou had been the only guy you'd been with, you admitted that the day after you two first fucked, and he immediately apologized for being so rough with you at the loss of your virginity but you quickly shoved it down his throat. Saying things about how you really didn't mind, didn't really remember much, and how you would've told him to stop if it had been that bad. Still, he felt bad and desperately wishes to make it up to you one day, but knows if he ever went soft on you then you'd probably run away because you didn't like him that way.

"Her tits are nice but have you seen her ass?" Hanta is groaning and Bakugou can see the way the other three are starting to sport erections at the lewd conversation. "And whenever she wears dresses I can see where her ass meets her thighs! I'd love to squeeze them."

Bakugou is thinking of last night, how soft your ass and thighs are, the way they wrap around him so nicely, and he can feel himself starting to get turned on. He's thinking of the time you called him stressed out over the new merch line you were making and how he went to your place to help relieve that tension. The thought of how tight your thighs squeezed his head has his dick beginning to pulse and he has to readjust himself before the others see.

"She must be really tight don't you think?" Denki is blurting out, kind of loudly, and has this wild expression on his face from pure ecstasy. Denki would get with any girl that was willing, but the amount of times he went after a virgin fan was ridiculous and had earned him the nickname of 'Virgin Killer' amongst his friends.

"She's gotta be a virgin, I know she goes on dates but she says they all end horribly. God…" He's groaning and throwing his head back. "I'd kill to be the first in that little pussy."

Hanta is groaning along with him. "If she is a virgin, imagine how wet she'd get. Virgins are so sensitive you know." Denki is giving him that wild look before speaking again.

"She's gotta be a total slut though. A couple weeks ago at a conference for a mission she bent over and flashed her panties at me." He's giggling a little and reminiscing about the memory. "Probably heard of how good I am but is too scared to ask." He laughs loudly this time, and the sound actually pisses Bakugou off more than anything.

The three start arguing over who you'd rather fuck, but Bakugou isn't paying attention. His thoughts are occupied on you, this entire relationship, and all his feelings for you. He's angry that you aren't his, even after all he's claimed of you, and hearing other guys talk about you this way makes him regret not saying anything. If you reject him and stop the relationship then so be it, but he's tired of loving you with all he has and not being given the same in return.

"What about you Bakugou?" Eijirou is turned to him and Bakugou doesn't know what he's supposed to be replying to but his words are rushing out before he can really think.

"She's mine." It's a low growl, possessive, and downright mean. "I've already fucked her for years now, none of you losers have a chance!" Shock crosses their faces for a second but then they all start laughing at him, and Bakugou can't help the confusion on his face.

"Yeah right! Man Bakugou you're so funny!" Denki is clutching Hanta and almost falling into his lap. The other boy is laughing so hard he's struggling to breathe and Eijirou is laughing with a slight hint of sadness. He's probably thinking the blonde has lost his mind, because if you two had been fucking he's sure Bakugou would've spilled the beans long ago. Bakugou growls at them and when Eijirou puts his hand on him in comfort he loses his cool. He starts yelling at them on how he'll prove it and leaves the apartment before any of them can respond or piss him off further.

He doesn't know what to do now. He wants to go to your apartment and ravage you to prove that you're his but he's tired of bouncing around his feelings and wants to actually claim you as his.

Bakugou goes home and falls asleep angry at the world.

It's been an entire week since Bakugou lost his cool on his friends and has been ignoring them since. His phone is blown up with messages and calls but he has no energy to reply. At work he doesn't interact with them except in a professional manner, and they're honestly getting really worried about him.

You haven't been hearing anything from Bakugou either and ask Eijirou about it just to hear that they all got in a fight of sorts and he's been ignoring everyone. Eijirou won't tell you what happened but convinces you to go check up on him at his apartment. The moment you knock on the door your nerves are racked really high. He might not answer but if he does he might just tell you to fuck off and leave you alone.

It takes a long moment and when you turn to leave, the door is being thrown open and you're being pulled inside so quickly your head starts spinning. You take a second to adjust and see Bakugou collapse back onto the couch, and really get a good look at him.

He looks miserable, the worst you've ever seen, and you almost wonder if you're truly looking at Bakugou. Your heart pangs when you realize he let you in, literally and figuratively, and decide to press on and see if he'll talk to you about it. Bakugou doesn't let people in, and when he does it's difficult. He's not straightforward and says things so nonchalant that it takes a second to register what he's really said. You have to be gentle with him and really take it slow if he'll open up to you, so you take it slow and decide to ask about what's bothering him after taking care of his well-being.

"Have you eaten or drank anything today, Kats?" All you get in reply is a grunt, but his face gives him away. His face slightly moves in embarrassment, and you realize he probably hasn't eaten or drank much at all since the fight. Whatever happened must be really bothering him because he always makes sure to take care of himself. "I'll go make you something okay?"

You go to the kitchen and easily find what you're looking for. You've been here so many times it's almost as easy as your own kitchen, and then you realize your kitchen is very similar in layout, something you must have done without noticing. The silverware is in the same drawer, the pots and pans stuck in a cupboard near the stove, bowls and cups in a cupboard above the sink, and a small pantry full of cereal, soup, and other canned goods. You move across the kitchen quickly and in only a couple minutes you're bringing him a glass of water and chicken noodle soup.

Bakugou glances at it when you set it down but doesn't make an effort to move until you're pulling at him and moving him to sit up. It takes a while and Bakugou slightly smiles at your struggle, but it doesn't cheer him up any. When you finally have him sitting up you're quick to sit down next to him and he slumps his weight into you, his neck is buried into your neck and his arms are pulling you close by the waist. "You gotta eat Kats." You murmur quietly. "Can you do that for me please?"

He nods slightly and turns his head a little so that you can bring the spoon up to his mouth. As you feed him you can get a good look at his face, it's red and puffy, clearly he's been crying quite a bit. There are bags under his eyes from a lack of sleep, and you try to ignore the slight smell of his breath and just his body in general. After he's done eating and drinking the water you pull him into your chest and rub his head. The comfort causes him to rub his face across your chest and he's pulling you onto his lap haphazardly. Your legs are over his, your top half facing him, and your bottom half at an angle slightly towards him.

You both sit in silence, you rubbing his head and him nuzzling into your chest. He brings his head up and kisses your neck softly, a blush creeping across your face, and you pull back slightly to look at him. His eyes are wet, filled with tears, and his bottom lip is slightly trembling. He lifts his right hand and grabs the back of your neck before pulling you into the softest kiss you two have ever shared. You've kissed during sex, but not anytime else and certainly nothing this soft. The feeling makes your heart shatter and tears start to well up in your eyes. Both of your hands move to his jaw and he's moving you to lay you softly on your back with him on top.

"I love you." It's so soft you barely hear it and you're pulling away to look at him fully. His eyes are welling up with tears and he looks like he's about to burst any second now. You give him a soft smile and lean up to kiss him softly. "I love you too Katsu."

He collapses onto you and the tears are flowing down his cheeks onto your neck and his body is being racked by sobs. "How… How long?" He chokes out with a hiccup. Your heart slightly breaks as you realize he's probably felt the same this whole time. "Since I first met you." You speak honestly, no longer wanting to hold it in. Your words rack another sob out of him and he's clutching you tightly. "I didn't think you'd ever reciprocate the feelings so I never said anything about it."

He laughs a little. "Dumbass." He lifts up and crashes his lips onto yours and you can feel how much care and love he really has for you. You feel all the heartache you've both felt this entire time and a couple tears flow down your cheeks. Bakugou starts kissing along your jaw and down your neck. "I love you…" He whispers into the air as he lifts you a little to pull your shirt off of you. "Gotta treat you right, make up for it all." He kisses along your collarbone and your chest.

Bakugou grabs you and carries you to his bedroom, kissing you the whole time and both of your hearts feel so full. He sets you down gently and unclasps your bra, pulling it off gently before ghosting over your chest and muttering out praises of how gorgeous you look. The way he looks at you, his words and how they sound, it's all so much and your heart is beating so rapidly you think it might burst out of your chest any second now.

You reach forward and tug at his shirt and he glances up at your face before lifting it off of himself. Your hands immediately trace his chest and up his shoulders into his hair, playfully tugging it and receiving a slight moan out of him. He gently pushes you to lay on your back and hovers over on top of you, locking your lips again. His hands cup your breasts gently and trace his thumbs over your nipples, causing you to sigh into his mouth, effectively causing his hips to rut forward into yours. You pull his hair at the feeling of his hard erection pressing against you and now he's moaning into your mouth, louder than he usually is.

"Love ya s' much." He's drawling out, mouth full of spit and eyes still wet. Your chest is aching from his confession and you can feel how wet you are, jeans and panties sticking to you. "Please…" You beg out, "Please make love to me, Katsu." A smile crosses his face and a sob slightly racks his body before he's nodding and scooting down the bed.

His lips trail along your body as he makes his way down. Along your breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and causing you to arch, before kissing along your stomach. Bakugou sends a smirk up to you as his fingers rest over the button of your jeans and he slowly starts taking them off of you. Once they're off his hands are squeezing your thighs and a curse leaves his lips.

"Fuck… So pretty, even had Sero wishing he could squeeze these the way I do." The words throw you off, why would he say something like that at a time like this? "What? Katsu, what do you mean?"

He sends you a smirk, more devilish and possessive, more familiar than the soft Bakugou before. A low chuckle leaves his lips before he leans up to whisper in your ear. "They all want to fuck your pretty little angel cunt, but guess what princess?" He pauses to look at your face before continuing. "This is all mine." A low growl, something so possessive it almost scares you, leaves his lips as he grips your waist tight and a whimper leaves your lips.

"All yours, Kats." You whimper out and his head spins at the feeling of finally claiming you. His head dips to your neck to leave marks and his hand comes down to your cunt and plays with you on the outside of your panties. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and claw at him, grunts coming from his lips, and moans start falling from your lips. It's so romantic and the desire is thick between you two, the feeling has you rutting your hips up into his hand and your back is arching slightly. Each time his tongue laps at your skin after sucking harshly a shiver runs through your body and forces a moan out.

He leans back to look at his work, admiring the red marks coating your neck, before he leans back down and bites harshly, with a mutter of "Mine…" You let out a strangled moan and a whine of his name before he pulls back to look at you in your eyes.

"Baby." He stops rubbing you and grips your waist, holding eye contact, and mutters words you never thought you'd be so excited to hear. "Can I show them how you're mine? Wanna prove it to them that this is all mine." The thrill of showing off your body like that, the thrill of showing his claim over you, it causes you to gush a little and you whimper at him with a nod. Your heart is beating with admiration with the fact that he asked you for permission first and made sure you were okay with it.

"Gonna show Ei those pretty tits he talked about." He traces his fingers along your nipples and smirks when they get harder. "Gotta show Sero these thick thighs wrapped around me and the way your ass jiggles when I spank you." He giggles a little with a slight smack against your thigh and you giggle in return. His hands grab the hem of your panties and pull them off slowly, his eyes dilate at the sight of your slick sticking to your panties, and a gasp escapes his mouth at how pretty you are. "I'll show Kaminari how tight this pussy really is when it's wrapped around my cock."

You whine out at that and he sends a smirk up at you. "You like the idea of that, huh?" He giggles at the frantic nod you give him and his cock pulses when you start whining for him to touch you. Bakugou leans up and pecks your lips with a promise that he'll take care of you and make you feel better than he ever has.

Then he leans back and reaches for his phone that was sitting on his nightstand to open up his camera. He turns his phone sideways and takes a picture of your chest, shows it to you first, then sends it to his groupchat with the other guys. He doesn't wait for a reply before he's scooting down the bed to spread your legs and take a picture of your pretty cunt, then another with his thumb spreading you open, and again showing it to you before sending it. For now he puts it off to the side and leans back over you to kiss your neck and chest again.

"Wonder what they'll say baby." He chuckles darkly before nibbling on your ear a little. He starts to trail down your body, not wasting much time before settling his face between your thighs and you squirm when he lets his breath ghost over you. "Katsu…" You whine out and his eyes glance up at you with a smirk. "Yeah?" He says cockily, and you squirm again, lifting your hips up into his face but he grabs your hips and pushes you to the bed.

"Be patient baby. Gotta take care of you the right way." His face gets closer and he licks up your slit agonizingly slow before flicking your clit and chuckling at your whine. "Sound s'good when you're desperate baby." A moan escapes his lips. "Taste good when you're dripping like this."

Then he's opening his mouth and pressing his tongue flat against you, dragging it up and down slowly before sucking harshly at your clit. Bakugou has always been good at eating pussy, but it wasn't something you indulged in because it felt very intimate for some reason. With the way he's licking and sucking at your cunt right now, it feels like he's pouring all of his emotions into it and you can already feel the tightness in your lower belly.

"Ka… Kats…" You whine out, not ready to let go. He just looks up at you and silently understands that you're ready to take him, not wanting to waste any time, and he's quick to take his pants and boxers off. As soon as he's back between your legs and coating himself in your slick you're whining out and rutting your hips to get him to hurry up. "Gotta be patient." He chuckles out and grips your waist.

Once he's rubbed himself fully he's lining up and looking into your eyes for confirmation, which you eagerly give him. The stretch is slightly painful, so familiar, and almost suffocating. No matter how many times you take Bakugou, the stretch is always overwhelming and you start to sob before he's leaning down to kiss your cheek and rub a thumb along your clit.

"Feel s'good baby." His voice is thick. "Such a perfect little cunt." He then groans out and feels your walls clamp down on him before easing up again. Once he's bottomed out he leans back and just stares at you for a second before grabbing his phone again.

You see it before he really registers the feeling, the look of pure annoyance that crosses his features. A growl leaves his lips and he mutters something about them not believing it's you and even though he's mad you can't help but giggle a little. He glares at you for a second before a grin, a very menacing look he reserves for villains, is crossing his features and he's laughing out before asking if he can record you. The sincerity of his voice doesn't match his face, but it's very Bakugou and you smile at him lovingly before nodding a quick yes.

For now he sets the phone down and focuses back on you, and the feeling of him being inside of you. "Gonna move now." Then he's pulling back slowly, hands on your waist, and eyes trained on where you're conjoined. A guttural groan leaves his throat and he leans his head back before thrusting back inside your tight heat. "Fuck…" He mutters, and your walls flutter around him at the sound. Bakugou sets a slow pace, fucking you open for him, and you feel the air leave your lungs each time he bottoms out.

One of his hands reaches for his phone to pull up the camera while the other reaches down to rub at your clit again. "Legs up." He demands and you whine before following along. "Gonna record you now." You nod eagerly at him and moan a little before he hits the button.

The phone is pointed at your crotch, capturing the way your walls grip him as he pulls out and pushes back in, and the way his thumb flicks across your clit. The thought of other people seeing you like this has you gushing a little, caught on camera, and you whine out. "Katsu… Please baby." He glances up at you before focusing on his phone again. "Please what?" He chuckles darkly. "Use your words baby."

You groan out and move your hips, but he's quick to grab them and settle you down. "Gotta tell me what you want or else I can't help you out." There's a grin across his face and you whine again before replying. "Faster. I need it, Kats." He's quick to retort, hips thrusting in a little rough before settling at a slow pace again. "You need it, huh?" He laughs, a genuine laugh, and you whimper at him.

Bakugou still gives you what you ask for but picks the pace up slowly, thumb matching his thrusts. You moan out loudly when he sets a good pace and he groans when your walls flutter around him more and more. He angles the camera a little and starts speaking. "Fluttering around my cock like crazy baby. Bet Sero couldn't make you feel this way, huh?" He pauses, and you understand he genuinely wants a reply. "Only you, Kats."

"Kaminari couldn't make you gush like this could he?" A whine leaves your lips before you almost shout out a no. "Ei couldn't even fit, such a tight cunt." He chuckles darkly at the way you flutter at the thought. "Bet you'd love to be stuffed with his cock though. Right baby?" The camera doesn't miss the way you gush in reply and you whine out a protest, but the thought of the two taking you was always intriguing.

Bakugou stops the recording and sends it before setting it down again. He starts to pick up the pace and leans down to kiss along your chest and neck, reveling in the way you whimper and groan out for him. He keeps muttering praises and every one sends a tingle through your body before your walls flutter and gush around him. You've never heard him be so soft before and hearing it now makes your heart pang with how much you love hearing it. The love is thick in the air along with arousal and it feels almost suffocating. Tears prickle at your eyes from everything you feel, all the pleasure from his cock and fingers, all the love from his heart to yours, and you're quickly reaching your high before you know it.

Bakugou leans back a little to look at your face and is overcome with how pretty you look absolutely wrecked like this. He's seen your face contorted in pleasure so many times before, but this is the one he wants to commit to memory forever, the pure love and lust overcoming your face. You're both choking out sobs, the pleasure building rapidly and before you know it, the tension is snapping.

Your legs shake, your vision blurs, and you let out a silent scream because of how much pleasure you feel, nothing like ever before. It doesn't take long before Bakugou follows behind, his own body shaking slightly and he bites down on your neck as he fills you up. It takes a little before you both come down from your high and Bakugou slowly pulls out before giving you a gentle kiss and getting up to go get a towel.

You still feel lightheaded, thoughts swimming all around you and when Bakugou comes back into the room to clean you up you're reaching up and whining for him to lay down. He's giggling at you, scolding you about cleaning up, before he gets some clothes for you both. It's sensitive to move so he helps the best he can and lays you both down on the bed. Sleep is easily overcoming you, but before you fall asleep you can hear Bakugou laugh a little before speaking.

"Looks like there's no doubt you're mine anymore." A gentle kiss is laid on your head and then you're falling asleep to the sound of him breathing next to you.

#•doche's work•#bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #sadness cw #sadness tw #alcohol cw #alcohol tw #d.bnha #d.bakugou

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lilithbasically · 2 years

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PITA

Pt. 13

*Minors DNI*

A.N.: This is a little short but rest assured, I’m already working on the next part, bbies 🖤 Pt. 14 will be full of well deserved smut and tooth rotting fluff. Definitely will come out faster than this part has. I was dealing with personal shit and I’m super thankful you’ve all been patient and stuck around 🖤🖤 From the bottom of my heart, fucking thank you 🥰

*Reminder*: This is normal; This is Y/N’s thoughts; This is Bakugo talking; This is Bakugo’s thoughts; Bakugo’s POV will always be labeled though and there isn’t one in this part for a reason 😈🖤

Warnings: angst, past abuser appearance, attempted assault (nothing graphic), fluff

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Okay stop staring at the man and gaping like a damn fish out of water jesus fuckin christ. Just tell him. Tell him you miss him and let him explain.

Yeah that worked out so fuckin well with the last guy, huh?

You released the breath you were holding as soon as the shelter door closed. As hurt and confused as you still were, Bakugo’s persistence warmed your heart and eased the ache. And as much as you truly wanted to hear him out, you couldn’t bring yourself to be that vulnerable again despite the voice in your head screaming at you to do so.

Getting through the rest of your day proved to be quite the task. Those piercing red eyes filled your mind every time you blinked and you swore you could feel his soft blonde locks threaded through your fingers if they were unoccupied for too long. Your walk home almost made you think you’d teleported there considering how fast it flew by. The relief you felt at seeing your front door quickly dissipated though, when you saw the one person you never wanted to see under any circumstance propped against the frame.

“Hey, Angel. Saw the news and thought you might need some comfort. Didn’t I tell you he’d get tired of you? You need someone that can deal with you and all of your baggage,” Yo’s voice drawled, sounding sleazy as ever.

You continued the trek to your door, determined to keep the upper hand, “Even so, you’re the last person I’d go to for comfort, Yo. Get the fuck out of here.”

Lifting from your door, he stepped toward you, a hand raised.

“Oh, please do it, motherfucker. Give me a reason to put you in the damn ground,” Deku’s voice boomed across your yard as he and Kirishima approached.

Taking a step back, Yo lifted his hands in surrender, giving you room to unlock your door and let Midoriya and Kiri inside. Kirishima didn’t quite have the same idea as he landed a solid, hardened punch into Yo’s chest sending him tumbling across your yard and into the street yelling after him, “Don’t ya know you’re trespassing, bro?” He gave you a small sheepish grin and followed Midoriya inside.

“Thanks for that, guys. Wasn’t expecting him to be here. What can I do for y’all?”

Deku and Kirishima shared a tentative look before they asked, “You trust us, right?”

——-

“Seriously, guys? Why are we here?” You questioned, still holding the blindfold and looking around the butterfly observatory.

“You need to know the truth, Y/N. This was the only way we could think that you would come with us and hear everyone out,” Kirishima explained.

Just as you opened your mouth to ask ‘everyone?’ a woman with pink hair stood before you and then she didn’t. Instead, you were face to face with Bakugo.

“M’so sorry, baby. I know this all seems really shitty on my behalf but I swear I would never do anything to hurt you,” Baku-, well, pink-haired woman, stepped forward lightly gripping your hands as the blindfold dropped to the ground. “Shindo hired Mei to trick me into thinking I was kissing you. She had no idea why she was hired until we found her.”

Mei reappeared where Bakugo was, still lightly holding your hands and offered a small apologetic smile, “I really had no idea. My quirk has been used for a lot of things but nothing that emotionally shitty. I’m very sorry for my involvement even if I had no idea.”

She stepped back and joined Midoriya and Kirishima as they walked out the doors, leaving you alone.

Small popping noises and a gruff murmured ‘fuck’ sounded behind you.

Bitch you thought you were alone. Oh shit wait I’m not alone. He’s literally right behind me and I feel like the biggest ass for not letting him explain and oh my fucking god what the fuck am I supposed to say???

Slowly you turned to face the man himself in all his beautiful glory, his hands stuffed deep within his pockets, shoulders a bit hunched, signature skull shirt stretching across his chest, blonde hair sticking every which way with a fresh undercut to boot.

“Sorry…guess m’nervous…,” he muttered, kicking the ground with the tip of his shoe.

You didn’t know what to do. Standing there staring at him, his gaze wouldn’t meet yours and you knew his mind had to be racing in anticipation but everything you wanted to say got stuck in your throat. So you did the only thing you could actually make your body do.

Two steps closed the distance and he finally raised his eyes to yours searching for what you were trying to say without words. Your mouth opened and closed once again as you saw, really saw, the emotions swimming within those carmine eyes; pain, regret, adoration, and love.

You jumped and threw your arms over his shoulders and wrapped your legs around his waist. Katsuki caught you effortlessly as you knew he would, one arm went under your thighs to support you, the other wrapped around your waist to pull you impossibly closer into his hard chest. You buried your face in his neck and sniffled. Unshed and very rare tears gathered across his lashes and his voice crackled with emotion when he tried to speak, “Baby, I-“ The shake of your head stopped him from continuing, instead, waiting for you to speak.

Taking a deep shuddered breath you began, “Missed you, ‘Suki. Missed you so much. I’m so fucking sorry for not listening to you. I didn’t know what to do and I just kept thinking of the last time something like this happened and I know that’s not fair to you and I’m sorry and I’m working on it. I just am so happy you’re here and if you need time to be mad at me, I understand and will totally respect that, but I need to tell you that I lo-“

Katsuki had very obviously had enough of your apologies as he abruptly dropped you to your feet, one hand on your hip to hold you steady ensuring you didn’t fall, the other cupping your face before pressing his lips to yours. You responded immediately, rising to your tip-toes, you wound your fingers through his hair. The hand cupping your face moved to the nape of your neck tilting your head, deepening the kiss while the hand on your hip tightened.

He pulled back, resting his forehead against yours while he caught his breath. Katsuki pressed a chaste kiss against you before returning, huge grins plastered across both of your faces.

“PITA, I don’t give a fuck what I have to do or how long I have to wait, m‘not going anywhere. I’m…fuck…,” Katsuki pulls away, his eyes traveling across your face before his gaze bore into your own, “I’m so fuckin in love with you, Y/N.”

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keerishima · 3 years

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HELLO! I saw you were a new blog that needed requests and I was wondering if you could write head-canons for todoroki, bakugou, and kiri (separately) with a s/o that has a witchcraft quirk? TY

well hi! thank you for the request, it was so cool to write! now i’m assuming you mean like a quirk that works like potions and herbs/crystals and spirit summoning and spells which is the road i’m taking i hope that’s okay?

now this boy is

excited

when he first saw the mist swirling around your fingers as you fought the robots in the UA exam, a shock went through his body

what was that?

okay he didn’t mean to stare- considering he was in the middle of an exam- but the way you moved and the glints of a crystals around your body was just so cool

time passed and he got closer to you, during the dorm competition your room was the only room he wanted to see and boy did he love it

the green ivy and plants in your room, the pots and white smoke curling from diffusers and shelves full of powder and inks organised in a neat row

your room felt like a whole new world- like magic

literally after everyone had left he was still in your room looking around like a meerkat assessing it’s surroundings

fast forward; you guys are dating and he was VERY curious as to how your quirk worked, and you explained how your spells and energy came from the crystals and jewels

each crystal gave you a different energy, which converted to your power!

kirishima literally watched in awe as you pointed at all the different coloured gems and jewels and the symbols on your walls

he even asked to touch some of them and asked where you got them

he also asked to see them in battle, and asked if you had any similar to his own quirk!

the both of you engaged in LOTS of different mock battles, which almost always ended up in a play fight rather than real training- just because he ends up enjoying watching you use your quirk too much to actually focus

once you two had engaged in a long, breathless make out session against one of the walls- what can I say? you wanted to see what it felt like to kiss kirishima in his red riot form and have him melt back to normal under your touch

yeahh...it was a bad idea to do that in the school gym, where half of class 1-B caught you two mushed together against a wall

back to the hc!

he asks SO many questions

sometimes just sits on your bed for ages and asks one after the other after the other, to the point where aizawa has to come and send him back to his side of the dorm

let me tell you now: if you are 1) planning to get anything or 2) NEED anything, don’t let him find out

you once let it slip that you were considering getting pouches to carry these crystals, and the sweet, sweet boy went out and bought BUCKETS of bags

yes buckets because he didn’t know if your crystals would be affected by material or size of the bag or- god forbid what if it did and he ruined your quirk in battle?!

he’d never forgive himself.

ever.

like literally he’d be on his knees ready for punishment of how you saw fit because of his mistake

what can i say? the boys dramatic

but its endearing :,)

it ended up being the cutest date of you cuddled up on his bed wrapped in his blankets like you were drowning in them,

whilst he sat on the floor, presenting each little bag and pouch to you, all teleshopping style.

‘and THIS 🤩 gorgeous article comes with not just 1😱! not just 2 😱! but THREE 🤯🥵🥳🥳 buttons to clip close to ensure a tight, secure hold of your 😏 special package’

yeah he made a sleazy face

yeah you threw a plushy at him

all of them were bought with your costume in mind and how could you not keep some of the bags? with kirishima watching you with the biggest eyes and slightly-pouting-lips-but-he-would-never-admit-it there was no way you didn’t keep the most useful ones

you asked him to return the extra bags so he wouldn’t have wasted his money, whilst you repaid his kindness with lots and lots of kisses and cuddles

;) or more depending on how you want it

todoroki is uhh...

emotionally constipated

but thats not his fault

#fuckendeavour

sometimes it comes off that he’s not interested in your quirk in a general sense, but it’s only because he doesn’t know how to ask without seeming pushy

he gets shy (but doesn’t show it) but with time that decreases to a sort of dry affection

i’m not saying he’s a dry boyfriend but he definitely isn't as spritely as someone like Denki might be

the way you’d see that he wanted to know more was if he asked you to come and fight with him, train with him and study

this is where he asked about your quirk

he didn’t ask to the extent of kirishima, who said everything that came to mind, he asked precise questions that gave him all the information he was desperate to know because you are so cool it makes his heart burn needed

and he also knew you would add more information as you explained, which he loved because he loved hearing you talk so passionately

this time your quirk allowed you to control people to an extent, depending on different plants and herbs you used

the plants each had a special line, muttered as you dropped the herbs anywhere on your opponent for it to activate

best believe todoroki asked for one to knock endeavour out, literally out of nowhere💀

once, one night you had been laying on your bed, and todoroki had popped over to see you. it was still quite early on in your relationship so you weren’t expecting him to cuddle up beside you and tuck into your smaller body, chin hooked onto your shoulder whilst his eyes bore into yours from below todoroki loves eye contact

‘Do your plants have meanings?’

that’s it, that’s all he softly whispered in your ear

‘What do you mean?’ You whispered back

‘Like...like roses mean love...do your herbs have a meaning linked to what they do?’

okay now he was blushing, very gently because he didn’t want to annoy you, or ask you a question you’d never thought of and make you feel silly or insecure about his quirk

YOU on the other hand were smothering a dopey grin. you knew your boyfriend and his boundaries, and you knew that him asking you in such an intimate setting meant he was trying hard for you

you also knew that he’d just given you free reign to ramble however you saw fit

so you explained, how each herb did this, how if you mixed them they did that, if you made a liquid infused with them it helped with your application in battle and so much more

todoroki listened silently, but his eyes were gleaming

literally glowing in the darkness- I mean was that even possible? it had to have been considering how todoroki looked at you that night

after you were done, he replied with a similar thing about his own quirk, and both of you had a long long chat that went from quirks, to schooling, to life, to aliens and more

todoroki had the weirdest humour, he never knew he was being funny until your quiet giggles morphed into full blown laughter- and caused a knock from the next room over because you were being too loud

he would let out his own little chuckles and smirks, seeing you enjoy his company so much

it was a while after that day when something new happened

you’d sent him a message, whilst he was sitting right next to you, and your contact name flashed on his screen suddenly, catching your eye

‘my calendula’

you looked at todoroki

todoroki looked at you

you both blinked

‘calendula?’ you asked

‘yes’ todoroki replied

‘why calendula?’

‘because,’ todoroki blushed deeply, eyes flickering away from yours

‘because you said calendula means joy...you’re my joy. arent you?’

and god help anyone who tries to say you aren’t todoroki’s joy

because you would literally throw them to the ground

your heart soared at how todoroki loved you and your quirk so much

even though it wasn’t blatantly obvious, it was the little things he did for you 😍

he originally going to call you his basil until Bakugou came round behind him asking him if he was writing the dorms grocery list. safe to say that plan was aborted immediately :D

oho

sorry I just

*pfft*

bakugo amuses me, he really does he’s so entertaining

okay sorry back to the headcanon

I headcanon you’re REALLY strong

like STUPID strong

Remember bakugos reactions to all the students quirks and he was like ‘shit I cant beat them 😨’

And his reaction to todoroki? yeah he’d literally see you use your quirk and just

no I’m joking

but I feel like as your s/o he’d be super obsessed with your quirk

he’d always want to train with you, he’d see it as an amazing part of you that he wants to help hone so you can be the best of the best

not better than him obviously but the best anyway

not that he’d SHOW all of this awe and pride to you, it’s normally delivered in a bunch of bakugo sentences:

‘oi your form is shit. do this instead.’

that means he’s realised a new way you can throw this punch, with much more force

‘tch, go train. you need the training.’

he wants to train with you. again.

‘....finally. took you long enough to learn that.’

you’ve just done something successfully and he’s trying so hard not to blush at how well you did it.

here your power is more destructive

you can create sigils using a your finger in the air and they create attack power

this with bakugos quirk makes a formidable duo, and if he doesn’t get partnered with you he will most likely throw a fit

but not a long fit more of a like ‘oi why is she over there we work better together’

but he realises as heroes you need to work well with anyone you meet, so he’s not too fussy

because of the fact that you draw the sigils, you have a habit of tracing out patterns and new symbols and any sort of designs subconsciously

this is done normally on any part of your skin, with a pen

bakugo being old man bakugo 🙄 got mad at you

he told you off for almost giving yourself ink poisoning and ruining your hand and making it all dirty drama queen

but throughout all of this bakugo had been clutching your hand, and best believe he wasn’t letting go

he used the hand he was holding to pull you along and sit comfortably, dropping his own palm into your lap and mumbling something that kind of, sort of, might have been along the lines of ‘use my arm dumbass’

now you had bakugos arm to scribble on to your hearts content.

you used this when you were stressed, worried that your nerves were causing you to forget things or simply because you wanted to hold bakugo close

in fact, bakugo himself had adopted this habit, and you’ll notice I said arm instead of hand

bakugo got nervous around you, and therefore sweaty, which therefore lead to tiny little explosions in his palms when you were near

but this habit had started to make him feel comfortable with his hands around you, it made him trust himself more

he knew his power was strong and he didn’t want to hurt you, your quirk was something that helped him with that

and he wouldn’t tell you that but he was grateful. VERY grateful

he once asked why you used pen, and not your finger on your skin considering the pen ink is toxic

you answered very quickly, by pulling out a sheet of people and sliding your finger across the surface in a sigil shape

promptly the paper burnt into a cinder :)

and bakugo never asked again

and that is the end! I hope you liked it and I did the idea of Witchcraft justice 😅 please do send some more requests!

god I loved this so much they’re all so cute :,) thank you for this request!!

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kingkatsuki · 2 years

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Sulking into your ask box because your ‘Sleazy Kiri’ thirst has me in choke hold 😭

Bc… Now he knows what you’re up to, he’s furious. He finds out you’re scheduled to interview Sero and threatens the poor boy into backing out. You’ve got some publicity work on the books with Shindo too and Pro-Hero Grand is seen sporting a black eye and a bruised cheek-bone for the next two weeks bc didn’t cancel you quick enough.

But, when he realises that he can’t keep subtly threatening the whole of Hero society to make you come back to him, he starts to play dirty. Starts granting interviews to that pretty blonde rival of yours, letting her lean into him real close and hold tight to his bicep when he goes on that late night talk-show you hate. He plays it up, flirts with her and gets her all sweet - right to the point that the whole world is sure he’s fucking her, that you’ve been replaced and oh, so easily, but when even that doesn’t work, he decides to threaten your career properly…

That is how you learn that Pro-Hero Red Riot has a rather extensive camera system in his office.

And he doesn’t throw away the recordings.

Of course… He doesn’t tell you that. No. As far as you’re aware there’s been a breach in the agency’s systems and Kirishima’s handling it - he wouldn’t let your career be ruined by something like that! But, it would be best if you let him have a look around your apartment and brought all of your equipment to his home (the office isn’t safe anymore obviously) just so he can check everything over. He’s not going to install anything weird onto your phone. Why would you think that? and he’s definitely not sneaking cameras into your apartment to make sure you’re not bringing any more pro’s home. No. Ofc not. He’s just here to help.

(God I am so sorry this got away from me so much 😅 - Also, hi. I’ve never been here to thirst before so this is new 👀)

Saturn omgggg. The way it was once you desperately chasing Kirishima, but now the tables have turned. He’s seething seeing you with anyone that isn’t him, especially because he knows exactly how you got those interviews.

Imagine him sending you a recording of the first interview you did together- and you’re panicking because why does he have this? What happens if it gets out— but Kirishima is already on it, comforting you and telling you that his cyber security team are on it and that your info will stay safe- no one will know. But he says he’s gonna have to come round and check your systems too because you logged into his network at his agency. And when he arrives you’re panicking and freaking out so of course he’s gonna comfort you. Kirishima ends up stating the night just to make sure you’re okay.

It’s not his fault your apartments now bugged, he just wants to make sure you’re not lowering yourself to this level for anyone else. You’re all his. But at least now he’s got access to you whenever he wants all in his cellphone.

#jo thirsts #thirst posts #Kirishima thirst #red daddy riot

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crybaby-bkg · 2 years

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𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐺𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑠 (𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠)

𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠

Giving them lap dances

Sleazy masseuses (KiriBaku)

Big boobs and bumpy car rides (BakuSquad)

Fighting over you at a party (ShinBaku)

Polygamy with two heroes (DekuBaku)

Threesome (BakuKami)

Hysterical Literature (DekuBaku)

Hitchhiker AU (HotWings, Bakugou, Deku)

Drunk, sloppy sex with Perv Deku (DekuBaku)

Blackmail (BakuSquad, Shinsou)

Deku‘s a little obsessed (BakuDeku)

Cute little nerd (ShigDabi)

Physical therapist AU (Baku, Kami, Shinsou, Kiri, Shouto, Dabi, Deku)

Being a brat (KiriBaku)

Bullies (BakuSquad)

Lingerie party (BakuSquad)

Cheesy porn but good role play (KiriBaku)

Platonic nudity (KiriBaku)

Referring to your family as ‘my girls’ (KiriBaku)

𝐹𝑖𝑐𝑠

“On It” (ShinBaku)

#—new treat in the streets! 🍫#mha sweets! 🍬#I use ship names but these are all still x reader!!

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vicious-vixxxen · 3 years

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Could I request older, pro-hero Deku with a chubby male s/o who gets ridiculed because people don't think someone of his size is good enough for the Number One hero

((Ah I may have gotten a little too deep with this one, so apologies nonnie in advance for the angst. Topics like this relate a lot to me personally. So here ya go.))

Izuku Midoriya x Chubby!Male!Reader

“That’s...such /bullshit/,” You huffed, fist clenched into the folds of the magazine, before flicking it across the kitchen with a huff- tears already stinging at the corner of your eyes as it landed split open- your face plastered over the centerfold article. ‘Is #1 Pro Hero Deku’s Husband /TOO/ big?’ The article practically shouted up at you- big, bold red letters smeared over your face, hiding the smile you’d had that night. You’d managed to secure a spot at one of Izuku’s favorite restaurants- mostly by promising the owner you’d be in and out of there within half an hour- he wasn’t the type to fawn too heavily over Pro Hero work, so ‘Deku’ being your husband didn’t hold much weight with him. But you’d been excellent patrons of his since they’d opened, in your second year of high school together. So you managed with what seniority you held. And seeing as how Izuku had only been able to snag thirty minutes between patrols, it was the perfect opportunity to scarf down a quick bite, and chat in- what you thought had been- the privacy of one of the uppermost floors of the establishment. But of course, sleazy as they were, the paparazzi had found a way to catch the both of you eating. A little too fast, a little too messily, just to be able to enjoy the atmosphere together, and have ample room to chat with one another before Izuku had to get back to his patrols. Which was fine, for Pro Hero Deku- six foot seven inches tall, two hundred and ten pounds of pure, lean machine muscle. The epitome of health and wellness, and what it meant to be strong. Able. And then there was you. A little too soft around the sides, cheeks /too/ plump/. Stomach /too/ pudgy. Thighs /too/ thick. God, you looked like a pig, food smeared on your chin, a bowl between you and your husband. ‘I guess we know where his priorities really lie’ the magazine quoted, from some random asshole on the street no doubt. Jesus Christ. “Bunch of fucking assholes.” You were angry. Of course you were angry. Fists held over your eyes to keep the tears at bay. But you were sad too. So, so fucking sad that this shit kept happening. Izuku’s management tried and failed countless times to keep shit like this from spreading. But people loved a good slam piece, as much as they adored seeing Deku’s latest accomplishments splashed across every newspaper, and TV report. Sick fucks. Whatever. Water under the bridge, you told yourself. Throat feeling tight, eyes burning with unshed tears, as you took a few deep breaths, and headed back towards your bedroom. Turning out lights in the house as you went, before stripping and crawling into bed. Thoughts running a mile a minute, as you stared up at the ceiling in silence. The only real noise the quiet sound of a car or two passing the house every now and again. You couldn’t help the way your open palms slid against your chest. Pressing, and kneading at the soft, pillowy flesh of your sides, and stomach. Grimacing at yourself, you recalled how fit you used to be during your high school days. What a dynamic you and Izuku had. Fresh on the scene after high school, no one could compare to the two of you. Kiri and Katsuki came close, but never quite managed the spark you and Izuku had. Professionally speaking. But Izuku just kept climbing higher, and higher- your quirk was good, but limited in its capabilities, which meant a halt in your hero placement a year or two after graduation. But you did what you could. You helped people because you wanted to help people, ratings be damned. But the harder Izuku worked, the more help he needed managing the world that came with climbing to number one. So you patrolled less and less, in favor of working with his design team on costume upgrades. Merchandise. Izuku trusting you and Inko to work directly with his management team, as he knew you all shared a hive mind of sorts when it came to design, and marketing. Pro Hero life for Deku was saving people. Kissing babies, and countless interviews. It was grueling, and tiresome, and he needed a team behind him to take care of everything else. So that’s what you did. Long hours spent at home alone, working through the night on various Deku projects. Meant less patrols, less gym time. You had no need for those things when you were kept busy with Izuku’s team, and you did good work! Fuck, you did great work, and Izuku praised you nonstop. Sure you’d gained a little weight at first, but it looked good on you. At least you thought so. And so did Izuku, if the way he drooled all over the expanse of your thighs the first time you’d gotten a night alone in nearly a month was any indication. But as time progressed, you cared a little less about your appearance each day. You took care of yourself, and you were far from unhealthy. But there was no denying you had filled out substantially. You didn’t care, and Izuku didn’t seem to care either...but the media sure did. Closing your eyes suddenly, you took a deep breath. Holding it in for several seconds, before letting it out shakily. Tears finally falling as you did so, and you rolled over to snuggle into Izuku’s side of the bed- face smushed into the other man’s pillow, to breath in the soft scent of his cologne. His musk. Drifting off to sleep sniffling, dreaming of the glory days the two of you held together. Izuku hadn’t planned on coming home tonight at all, it wasn’t in his schedule to. But when he’d taken five to break for a snack, he’d ran into Kirishima at the agency. Chatting quickly, recalling rather suddenly that it had been several days since he’d seen Y/N. Scratching at the nape of his neck awkwardly, hunched over slightly muttering excuses to himself. He may have been big, and strong, but to his friends, Midoriya still held fast to those traits that made him who he was. Even back at UA. One call to Bakugou from Kirishima later, and the two of them were taking Deku’s shift, sending him hurrying home- a smile as bright as the sun on his face as he charged up, and bolted from the agency as fast as he could. Fingers crossed that you weren’t asleep yet. His dreams were dashed, but not unpleasantly so, when he landed outside however, and found all the lights in the house were off. It was late, and he appreciated you getting your rest. Knowing all too well how often you’d stay awake working on things for him. Izuku’s heart overflowed with love for you when he recalled all you did for him. For the both of you. He couldn’t imagine being as cemented in the top spot, as capable of doing what he did, without you there. You and his mother were his whole world, keeping him afloat at even the hardest of times. He...he was nothing, without you. So knowing you were in bed, getting your rest, made him smile. A smile that was soon replaced with a recoiled snarl as he entered the house- beelining to the kitchen for a glass of water, wherein he found the magazine spread out, as though left for him on the kitchen floor. Another one. Another article attacking you. Shaming you. Making fun of you. The kitchen was alight with green sparks as Izuku picked up the magazine, sneering at it when it came clearly into focus, before promptly stomping over and throwing it into the trash. Chest heaving as he sat with the knowledge that you’d probably been worrying over this again all evening. While he was out. Combing the city for villains, while you were here, dealing with...god. Hero suit boots already at the front door, Deku removed his socks as he made his way back to your bedroom quietly- leaving them in the hall- a nasty habit of his he’d never been able to break. Letting himself into your room, his heart breaking at the site before him. He wasn’t sure how long you’d been crying, but it was long enough to leave the salty, humid scent of tears in the air as he entered. And there you were, huddled up with his pillows, breathing softly- face smeared with tears, their tracks glinting back at Izuku as he rounded the bed, and just stood there. Feeling so powerless. Too big. Normally he’d clean up first, but being sure he couldn’t wait one more second, let alone the twenty minutes it would take to shower, Midoriya acted quickly. Removing his Hero suit silently, left in nothing but a pair of fitted boxer briefs- before sliding into bed next to you. Pulling his pillow gently from your grasp, to settle behind his own head, before gathering you up and into his arms. Shifting you almost entirely onto his front, before you stirred. Izuku’s stopped breathing when your eyes fluttered open, and your nose wrinkled- wanting to smile as you noticed the heat beneath you, the strong scent of Izuku’s skin filling your senses. Glancing up at him, your sleep idled mind offered only one clear thought. ‘He’s home’. Try as you might, however, the pressure from earlier in the evening boiled over again- mixing with the overwhelming sense of love you felt at being able to see him. Feel him. Smell him. Just /be/ with him. Everything was still, and quiet, a pin drop could be heard. Until you hiccupped, once, twice, before choking on a sob as you pressed your face flush against Izuku’s chest, and cried. You cried, and cried, and cried. Trying to recall the last time you’d seen him, your sleep clouded mind coming up blank. All you could see was that stupid fucking picture in the magazine. Izuku held firm to you as you cried, eyes shut tight, tears threatening to spill right alongside yours. Old habits die hard, he thought idly. He didn’t shush you, or try and quiet you down. Offer words of encouragement, nor did he berate the magazines, or spew on about how much hell he was going to put them through for this. He simply held you, stroked your back, and kissed the top of your head over and over, as you covered his chest in tears. Finally settling down after a few minutes, and simply breathing together. Your ears pressed against Deku’s wet chest, listening to your husband's heartbeat. Allowing it to calm you. Arms finding their way under Izuku’s body, holding each other now. Tight, almost too much. But neither of you complained. “I love you,” Izuku finally whispered, though it was so full of sentiment- of meaning, almost harshly so, it caught you off guard. “I love you more than the world will ever know, or understand, and I’d drop off the face of the planet tomorrow, and leave them to fend for themselves, if it meant proving to you how wonderfully, beautifully, exquisitely perfect you are to me.” Fucking…”I wanted to /stop/ crying, you fucking jerk,” You laughed wetly, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks as you lifted a hand to swat at the side of Deku’s head- both of you snickering wetly now, as you began to card your fingers through his hair with the same hand. Snuggling impossibly deeper into the man’s chest, as his words rang in your ears. He meant it too, the voice in your head whispered. Your chest tight as you imagined him giving up all he’d ever worked for, just so you’d understand. You never held any doubt that he loved you. As you were, as you had been- however you’d be tomorrow, or the day after. But you struggled a lot, internally. You always had. It would be a struggle you’d live with till the day you died, you were sure of it. But even so, you reasoned, then and there, that if even then, you knew how deeply, and unequivocally Izuku cared for you- loved you. That thing’s would always be okay. No matter what. “I love you too,” you sighed back finally, clearing your throat, and closing your eyes as you felt yourself quickly drifting again. “So so much, ‘zuku.” Peppering Deku’s chest with kisses till you fell asleep, Izuku was sure if his heart swelled any more, it would burst. Waiting till you had fallen back asleep fully, he rolled the two of you over. Caging you into the mattress beneath him, and falling asleep that way. Guarding you even as the two of you slept. Keeping you safe from everyone, and everything. Midoriya’s only other thought, besides you, before he slipped into unconsciousness, was to call into the agency the next day, because he wasn’t going to going in for a while. ((Really enjoyed writing this one, got me in my feels, and made me feel all warm, imagining Deku holding me at the end of a long day, when I could care less about feeling good about myself. Thanks for the opportunity nonnie, hope you enjoy.))

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