#katsuki did not die for you to half ass this moment | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

izurou · 1 year

Text

LOST IN THE FIRE FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI

synopsis: katsuki has never thought about children, but today the thought consumes him from the inside out, and so do you.

contains: female reader. adult pro hero bakugou. established relationship. unprotected sex. a creampie. parental themes ie; mentions of pregnancy and children + reader being a mother. kats has a raging breeding kink and is so super in love! 3.1k wc.

note: sounds so dramatic at the beginning but i swear it is not serious like that :c either way i hope you like it < 3

you drive katsuki insane.

sure, you have your moments—times when you’re unimaginably annoying and butt heads with him over every possible thing, but that’s not what drives him up the wall—it’s the thoughts.

the pesky, never ending thought of you. you’re always there—day or night, rain or shine, like a pretty little parasite living between his ears.

he almost mistook it for a quirk, the way you spread like wildfire through his brain, scorching every inch in the process—but he’s since learned that that was just his way of experiencing love, which, at the time seemed a lot worse.

to this day, you burn hot in his mind—an eternal flame that has no sign of dying out anytime soon.

some days you’re dull, a soft yellow hue flickering in the background as he’s on patrol—too focused on whatever bastard he’s pursuing to ignite the thought of you. some days you’re bright, a fiery orange blaze glowing behind his eyes as you kiss down his torso—intensifying the lower you go.

and every so often, you’ll do or say something that threatens an all out explosion inside his head.

“katsuki!” you gasp, cupping a hand over your mouth as you shuffle into the kitchen, where your boyfriend is tossing spinach into the blender.

“what?!” he whips his head around at light speed, worry woven into his tone as he immediately sifts through a file of the worst-case scenarios. did someone die?

“guess what i just found,” you mumble into your palm, staring down at your phone in the other.

his features soften out upon hearing your words, and who knows, maybe it will be your dramatics that tip him over the edge.

he’s pretty when he’s not wearing a frown—with the morning sun seeping through the window and painting a streak of light onto him, defining the discoloured scar in the middle of his chest, and causing the thin silver chain just above it to glint.

“jesus christ,” he rolls his eyes, turning back to his half assed, thrown together smoothie. last he heard, you were shopping online for groceries the two of you had to pick up later this afternoon—so that tomorrow’s smoothie doesn’t end up like this one, shit. “what?”

“guess!” you grin, clutching your phone near your heart in a display of love for your recent find.

“hell if i know,” he mumbles—the muscles on his back rippling as he slices the tops off of some strawberries. “that damn ice cream you always inhale?”

he’s not wrong in thinking you had been browsing the frozen treats, he knows you well, you’ll give him that—but you placed the order ten minutes ago, and found a new website to entertain you.

“no,” you huff, dragging your slippers against the tile as you inch closer, stopping beside him. “and i shared with you last time, thank you very much.”

“huh?” he wraps an arm behind you, momentarily resting his palm against your ass before pinching at the fat. “one bite isn’t sharing, princess.”

you choose to let that comment fall on deaf ears, quickly spinning the conversation back to where you want it as you hold your phone out.

“look!” you beam, watching his gaze travel over the screen. it’s a picture of a little black onesie with two tiny gauntlets on it, and the words baby dynamight printed in orange and green lettering.

“what about it?” he mutters, not giving anywhere near the amount of excitement as you had hoped.

he thinks he recalls hearing about this—probably had the design shoved in his face the minute he walked into the agency and absentmindedly gave the go ahead because, he didn’t, still doesn’t, and most likely will never give a shit about what other people put on themselves, or their children.

“it’s cute asshole,” you huff, a little disappointed, but not surprised by his reaction in the slightest. you lean your head against his shoulder, looking on as his big, strong hands cut through the fruit with the utmost care. “doesn’t it make you want to have babies?”

“no,” he says, lifting a strawberry halve over his shoulder and holding it for you to bite. “does it make you wanna have ‘em?”

“yeah,” you confess.

“yeah?” he’s in disbelief. to his knowledge, you’ve never expressed the desire to have children, and if he’s honest, katsuki isn’t sure that he even wants them—he’s never given much thought to the idea.

“yeah,” you repeat, biting the fruit out of his hand. you lift your head up and smile—making sure that he knows you really mean it. “a mini us would be so cute, don’t you think? as long as they don’t get your temper, or that resting bitch face of yours.”

how utterly cruel of you to tack on a snarky little comment like that, especially after such a heavy one. he doesn’t know if that’d be cute, he’s never imagined it—until now, that is. he swears he can feel his skin heating up at the mere thought of having a baby with you, and when he thinks about what he’d have to do—no, what he’d get to do to make that a possibility, his mouth goes bone dry.

he doesn’t want you to take his silence the wrong way though, and so he mutters out the one word he think he can manage.

“yeah.”

with that, he slaps the lid onto the blender and presses the power button, hoping to drown out any further thoughts on the matter.

⋆

katsuki spends the following hours thinking about you, specifically, about putting a baby in you. no matter what he does—from eating breakfast to sending a few emails, watching a movie with you to running all your errands together—he just can’t stomp out the embers from earlier that morning.

his thoughts carry over well into the late evening, though you’d never know how strong your effect really is—he’s too well versed in the world of fire and explosives to ever give himself away.

then again, he thinks there might be black smoke coming out of his ears when you invite him into the shower with you before bed—a horrible idea if he knows what’s good for him, but he doesn’t, so in he goes.

“katsuki, we should’ve bought it,” you blurt out, eyeing him up as he rinses the suds from his hair. the muscles along his torso stretch and twist with his movements—crashing waves against his skin that only further your cause.

“huh?” he gently shakes his head around, ridding his locks of any excess water before squinting at you through the one eye that didn’t wind up with shampoo residue in it.

“the baby onesie,” you clarify, snaking your arms around his waist and leaning against his chest in search of warmth—seeing as he’s hogging all the hot water. “what if it’s extinct by the time we have kids?”

we, you and him together.

honestly, he doesn’t know how you do it. he of all people should be indifferent to a little heat—but there you go again, burning him from the inside out.

“it’s my shit, can tell ‘em to make more,” he says, shifting your bodies around so that you’re under the stream of hot water—pure bliss for you both.

“a pink version?” you peer up, blinking through the droplets of water that flock to your eyelashes.

you want a little girl, is that it?

there’s a lump in his throat—another thick cloud of smoke, this time threatening to pour from his mouth. you being pressed up against him isn’t helping either, in fact, all you’re doing is sending all that heat south.

“anything you want, sweetheart,” he responds, pressing a rather short but passionate kiss to your lips—just enough to hold him over.

he’s quick to excuse himself after this, mumbling something about you taking for fucking ever to shave—which, while true, is not why he’s fleeing.

he needs a couple minutes to gather his bearings, to ask himself if he should really do this.

katsuki is responsible, whether it be a condom, or him pulling out the second he feels his cock start to twitch—he’s never finished inside you, but he’s always wanted to.

for him, it’s not the idea of getting you pregnant—that was the one reason he didn’t do it, because he wasn’t ready, nor did he know if a father was something he even wanted to become. instead, he gets off on the thought of him being the only one who gets to cum inside you—you’re his, and that’s one way he’d like to prove it.

however, now that you’ve so easily persuaded him into wanting a mini us—that possibility sounds a lot less like a consequence.

⋆

“‘bout damn time,” he scoffs, seeing as how it’s been over twenty minutes and you’re only just shuffling into the room now. “c’mere.”

you watch him sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed, patting his thigh as an invitation for you to come sit. you don’t know what he’s thinking—you’ve barely dried off, still wrapped in your towel and dripping onto the floor every now and then.

“yes?” you ask, holding the fabric tight against your body as you make your way over.

you come to a halt in front of him, seconds away from opening your mouth again to ask what it is he wants—but he pulls you down onto one of his thighs, spreading his legs so that you’re facing towards his vacant one.

“you really wanna have a baby with me?” he’s looking at you with tiny red hearts in his eyes, already sneaking his fingers beneath the fluffy white material sitting loosely on your thighs.

“of course i do,” you smile, how cute of him—like a little puppy begging for a treat. “maybe even two.”

your words set the hearts ablaze, forcing him to see nothing but you—and you might’ve meant of course i do in the future, but all he can see right now, is you.

he kisses you, letting his lips move against yours freely this time—letting his tongue explore your mouth at will. his middle finger dips between your folds, drawing a line from your clit down to the sticky mess waiting below.

you’re excited too.

he breaks the kiss upon feeling how wet you are, drawing his hand back and looking down to catch the little string of arousal that connects his finger to your cunt.

“katsuki!” you gasp, squeezing your legs together out of embarrassment. pressing up against him in the shower didn’t help your case either, clearly.

“want you just as fuckin’ bad,” he assures, gently urging you off his lap—just to tug you back on immediately after, this time to straddle him.

you let the towel pool at your waist, giving katsuki free reign over your tits—to which he swiftly pops one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple and tugging it between his teeth.

“katsuki please,” you sigh, rutting yourself against the bulge in his sweats as you fist a hand through the shorter hairs at the back of his head. you don’t have time for this.

“huh? please what? gonna need some more from you, baby,” he hums, looking up at you through hooded lids—his gaze a deep shade of crimson you’ve never seen before.

“fuck me,” you whine, tugging at his waistband. “please.”

a proud grin flashes across his face—no matter how many times he hears it, the sound of you asking to be fucked will forever be his favourite tune.

“move this shit,” he mumbles, tossing the excess fabric to the floor and running his hands down your sides, over your hips, and along the curve of your ass. “fuckin’ gorgeous.”

he tugs his sweats down just barely enough to free his cock—tip pink and wet, leaking onto his fingers as he lines himself up with your entrance. he runs the head of his cock between your folds, collecting a bit of you on his shaft before pushing in.

you’re warm, always welcoming him with a hug—a tight squeeze of your walls that makes it almost impossible for him to bottom out. he knows you need to adjust before he does that—the thickness of his cock proving to be too much every time.

“relax,” he orders, resting his hand at the base of your throat and kissing you once more—because he knows, all too well, that this combination will have you sinking down onto his shaft, melting into him completely.

once his cock is fully sheathed, and he has you right where he wants you—flush against him with your tits in his face, he gets ahead of himself, and makes the mistake of thinking about cumming in you a little too early.

“mmm, feels so good katsuki,” you babble as you start to move your hips, up and down over and over again, warm velvet walls dragging against the entire length of his cock.

and it’s as if someone cut off the oxygen to your bedroom, he feels like he can’t breathe—all he can do is stare, tunnel visioned on the spot where you and him connect.

he already wants to cum—wants to fill you to the brim, watch it come gushing out, and fuck it right back into you. the thought alone has the corners of his vision tingeing orange—a telltale sign that you’re taking over.

a couple more minutes of you bouncing on his cock, and he can feel a burn in his lower gut—this one much more familiar than the one inside his head. still, he might as well be pronounced dead on the spot when he glances down and sees the little ring of arousal you’re leaving at the base of his shaft.

“shit,” he breathes through gritted teeth—resting the crown of his head against your chest as he tries to hold it together.

being completely oblivious to just how close he is to turning to ash—you start to rub circles onto your clit, readying yourself to cum with him.

you start to flutter around his cock, mindlessly babbling about how close you are, about how you’re going to cum for him—and you feel so good, so warm and tight—but right as his cock begins to twitch, he lifts your hips up, and off.

“fuck, fuck,” he pants, chest heaving as he stares down, watching his precious cum spurt from his tip and run down the sides of his shaft. what a waste.

“katsuki,” you drawl, soft and sweet as you brush the hairs matted to his forehead back. “what’s wrong? too much?”

if he’s honest, he doesn’t know why he did that—maybe it was instinct, something he did out of pure habit, or maybe it was too much, something he didn’t want you to see up close.

“nothin’ baby,” he mutters, grabbing one of your wrists and pressing a kiss to it. you’re so cute, so thoughtful and sweet. “c’mon, switch with me.”

you’re quick to move, knowing exactly what he wants as you go from his lap to the bed. you get on your knees, lowering your chest until your tits are flush against the mattress and your ass is in the air—consequently putting your messy pussy on display.

“atta fuckin’ girl,” he praises, kicking his sweats away and grabbing onto your hips—pulling you back just a little to define the arch he loves to see so much.

his heartbeat pulses in the tips of his fingers as he slides back into you, and he knows, he’s not going to last—still sensitive from his previous orgasm.

he starts to thrust, and it’s just like before—the unmistakable feeling of being consumed, both physically and mentally.

it starts at his feet, the kind of numbness that can be compared to television static. it travels up his legs, bypasses his cock, continues up his torso, and ceases at his neck.

“please kats, cum in me,” you slur, a mindless plea thrown over your shoulder—but one that almost incinerates katsuki right there.

and he’s glad you can’t see him right now, he’s positive he’s never looked more pathetic—head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, and brows knit together in such a way that it makes him look like he’s about to cry.

in all of this, he knows that the one thing able to ground him is still you—and so he pulls you up, tugs on your arms until your back is flush with his chest. his skin is sticky, hot—save for the cool metal of his necklace pressing between your shoulder blades.

“fuck princess,” he growls—rough, coarse, and right against the shell of your ear.

“‘m close katsuki, ‘m gonna cum,” you gasp, cunt fluttering around him at an even faster rate than earlier.

a strangled moan rips from the back of his throat, uncharacteristic, he knows—but he’s never felt this good, never loved the burn as much as he does right now.

his grip tightens to an almost unbearable level, one hand on your throat, the other splayed across your tummy. his breathing is an absolute mess, a string of breathy little pants against the crook of your neck. his heartbeat is everywhere—blaring in his ears, pounding in his chest, throbbing through his cock—and he cums.

he cums hard, face scrunching up as he feels you pulsing on his length, vision going white as he feels his warmth shoot out—it feels so fucking good.

you fall flat against the mattress, resuming your earlier position and snapping katsuki back to reality as you force him to slip out of you.

his eyes are glossed over as he looks down, and it feels like a lifetime passes as he stares at your cunt, waiting—but it comes, his cum, sticky and white as it leaks onto the sheets.

“fuck,” he’s barely audible, with an incredulous look on his face—bringing his index and middle finger up to spread your lips and coax more of himself out. nothing could be hotter, he’s damn sure of it.

satisfied, he flops down onto his back beside you, and he feels calm—like he’s comfortably walking down the streets of his brain as they continue to go up in flame—like he’s in control.

“well?” you say, curling up into yourself as you look at your big, strong, fucked out boyfriend.

“you’re fuckin’ perfect,” he hums, gaze never leaving the ceiling. “gonna be a perfect mom.”

“fucked you that good, huh?”

he turns his head to the side, what the fuck written all over his furrowed brows and scowl, because no—he fucked you, and you know it.

“shaddup,” he groans, playfully placing his palm over your face and pushing gently.

he sits up, leaning over the edge of the bed to grab that towel from earlier—he knew it’d come in handy later.

“hey,” you call out.

he peers over his shoulder at you, and you have definitely, never looked more beautiful.

“maybe even three?”

#izurou #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut #bakugo katsuki x reader #mha x reader #no one knows how bad i wanted to make reader say “that was fire” as the last sentence #can u imagine lmfao

4K notes · View notes

tsukishimasbaby · 24 days

Text

Caregiver Katsuki Bakugo Headcanons

A/N: Hey!!! This is my first like. Writing related post. In a WHILE. Sorry about that!! But please feel free to request anything, I’m kinda bored. :P

Warnings: Minor swearing but I think that’s it ???

Bakugo is very aggressive. We all know this. Pretty much all the time, he’s aggressive and seemingly angry. And this does not waver or change, even when you’re regressed. So if you’re super sensitive, he probably wouldn’t be the best for you.

However, that’s not to say he doesn’t care. Quite the opposite, actually. He would die for you and actively goes out of his way to protect you.

Oh, he would get SO mad if anyone ever said anything remotely negative to you about your age regression. He wouldn’t even try to reason with them or have a debate he would straight up just tell them to kys 💀 (me core)

He does better with toddler or kid regressors, but baby regressors are fine as long as they can tolerate his naturally rough and callous behavior.

He did not know what the hell age regression was before he met you. Honestly, I feel like he’d come off as judgey at first. He doesn’t mean to, it’s just how he is. But then he’d go and research it a bit and realize that it’s not anything weird or fetishy and is instead a healthy coping mechanism.

He’s a little hesitant to be your caregiver at first. He says it’s because he isn’t sure if he wants to focus on anything other than training right now and being a caregiver is a lot of responsibility. That’s partially true. But it’s mainly really because he’s afraid he won’t be good at it and will just end up hurting you and potentially ruining one of your only healthy coping mechanisms.

It takes a lot for him to be able to open up to someone and take care of someone like that, but eventually, he does it. And he finds he enjoys it. He finds your little antics and your dependency on him really adorable.

He’s not embarrassed or ashamed that you age regress. I feel like nearly half of class 1-A regresses so it’s not unusual at all for you two to be in the common room, you sitting on his lap with a sippy cup in hand.

Sets you up on play dates with Kaminari and Mina all the time. He wants you to have fun and interact with other littles. Plus, they’re his friends and their caregivers are his friends too.

Takes a little bit to get used to nicknames as well. But finds he likes parental nicknames a lot more than he thought he would.

The first time you called him dada was something he will never forget. You were half asleep, snuggling in his chest, when you realized you were thirsty. You lazily grabbed his shirt and gently tugged on it and went, “Dada…juice…?”. He immediately knew what you wanted and he gave you the juice. He didn’t even register the nickname until a few seconds later and was really shocked. He didn’t say anything about it in the moment, though. He talked to you about it when you were big again and he clarified that he was okay with it and it didn’t make him uncomfortable.

Midoriya and Kirishima are his go-to babysitters. Mainly Midoriya because he’s more responsible than Kirishima. But Midoriya can get busy quite a lot. And Bakugo’s also a little anxious about you possibly liking Midoriya more than him, although he would rather die than admit that out loud lol.

He can cook. This is canon. This mf can cook like a 1950s housewife it is INSANE. He makes all your food for you, especially when you’re little. He likes taking care of you, even if he won’t really say it.

If you’re like me, and you tend to have really bad rage episodes and outbursts when you’re overstimulated or upset, he’s got you. He knows how to deal with that. He’s got a punching bag in his room that he lets you beat the shit out of if needed. He can make you laugh too. You’ll be beating the fuck out the punching bag and he’ll pretend like it’s a real person and say shit like “YEAH‼️‼️‼️ BEAT HIS ASS‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️” and it makes you giggle.

Surprisingly okay with physical affection. You wanna cling to him? That’s fine. Just listen to him if he tells you to get off of him. Respect his boundaries and don’t get in the way when he’s doing something important and it’s cool. 🙏

#age regression #agere #my hero academia #MHA #MHA agere #my hero academia agere #katsuki bakugo #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha bakugou #Bakugo #Katsuki Bakugo agere

50 notes · View notes

jp---v · 10 months

Text

Apologies

Let's take a look at the big apologies in the series. From Todoroki Enji/Endeavor to his family and Katsuki Bakugo/Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight to Midoriya Izuku/Deku.

First, there was a villain out for Midoriya's head and Class A intervened as he was letting him get the shit kicked out of him by mind controlled civilians. This was followed immediately by him trying to flee from his friends as most of them yelled what he means to them and showed the results of their training. Big or small, Midoriya made an impact on everyone in the class.

It wasn't until Midoriya stopped trying to flee that Bakugo spoke up for the first time since the whole scuffle started. Previously, he was still mocking Midoriya.

Bakugo prefaced his apology by providing his perspective for context to his behavior in front of their peers. And he finished with...

a kind of half-assed bow and a pretty open ended apology.

Shortly after this(when Midoriya was allowed back into UA) he almost immediately went back to his usual behavior, which got called out by two different people who were in the room. The only real change directly after the apology was not calling him 'Deku' anymore, which is now his hero name so there's some mixed opinions about whether or not it's actually more respectful or not.

It's not until the next big fight when they're stalling for time until Midoriya can arrive that Bakugo actually shows some development, when his quirk evolves and subsequently starts destroying his body, he shows some understanding of how Midoriya struggled at the beginning of having a quirk.

This is then cut short by Shigaraki, but I expect it will be resolved eventually, one way or another.

Next, Enji(after losing an arm and nearly getting obliterated by All for One) spent a chase sequence and Touya/Dabi's attempted suicide bombing only thinking about the other heroes/students/civilians that would get caught in the crossfire and his duty as the "Number One Hero" to save lives.

It isn't until Rei, Natsuo, and Fuyumi arrive that his emotions come out. It's more of the same, "you will die, please leave," while fully expecting to die himself. As expected, none of them listen and try instead to cool Touya down with their collective ice quirks, but none of them have really done much quirk training so it isn't slowing him down much, if at all.

Then, Touya detonates... just in time for Shoto to cancel it out with his ice, and while Touya is spitting his anger out at everyone present, we get this

Enji crawls his way to Touya, who is freezing over, and cries his apologies to all of them. He tells Touya to keep being angry, he calls out the final breaking point that put him on this path to apologize for it.

He apologizes to each of them for what he did in terms that are specific enough for people who are in the know, but too vague for anyone else.

Except for Shoto, who took one hell of a beating from Touya and turned himself into a goddamned meteor to get here, Enji couldn't pin down one thing to apologize for in that moment. Whether he couldn't decide what was the worst or he was just succumbing to his injuries and exhaustion like the rest, in that moment all he could do is cry on the chest of his oldest child and to his youngest child say, "I'm sorry."

What Enji did was objectively worse, but that does not diminish the decade of abuse that Midoriya suffered because of Bakugo.

tl:dr Bakugo's apology felt underwhelming and maybe a little insincere, but if he lives I think he might be able to prove it.

Enji's apology came too late, but there is no doubt that he means it. He's been trying to atone without apologizing because he didn't understand what each of them wanted from him, but after expecting and accepting his death multiple times within a single day, he finally just straight up apologizes.

Now the big question is, who all is gonna live through this?

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #manga spoilers #midoriya izuku #deku #bakugo katsuki #great explosion murder god dynamight #todoroki enji #endeavor #todoroki touya #dabi #todoroki rei #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki natsuo #todoroki shoto #todoroki family drama

16 notes · View notes

bowloficecubes · 1 year

Text

Siren, Pt.7.

“Kats, you really are pale dude,” said Akito in a low, concerned voice.

“I agree, you're sweating Bakugo”

Bakugo was sprawled on the couch, after calming down from the memory of Kamino, he was brought back to reality by how lightheaded he felt.

“Shut up ye wet noodle, you’re in position to talk”

Katsuki’s eyes slowly widen, as if he’s just come to an important conclusion.

“Wait…”

“Hm?” Akito knew he was directing the speech to them, a little worried based on the sudden change of mood.

“Tell me why when I asked what kind of food you like, Octavius wannabe told me the only thing he can think of is pears and tomato soup?”

“I- I mean it is-”

“I WASN’T DONE. POWDERED SOUP. INSTANT SOUP. NOT EVEN IN A CAN. DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING SAD THAT IS???”

“..........”

“I deserve a fucking apology. I cannot believe I breathed the same air as the likes of you.”

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN”

“ICYHOT. WARM UP THE GLASS CONTAINER”

“Ai ai, captain”

“What do you mean? Kats why is he lighting the bowl up..”

A tired sigh was heard through the room, Mezo, who was very much done with his dumb and dumber friends, announced he'd be visiting Eri since he only got a glance of her before getting in the ambulance.

“Absolutely not, your ass is staying right here till they get a taste of my cooking and bow down before me” announced Katsuki confidently, although he did sit back down quickly.

“Um… Okay, I guess. I hope you don’t die,” said Shoji, as he leaned on the door, folding his arms and closing his eyes, seemingly relaxed.

*cough, hey Jirou hand me your phone, quick*

Although confused by the abrupt request, Jirou hands Akito the phone nonetheless.

Mezo’s eyes snap open at the sound of the camera shutter going off.

Shoji’s eyes open at the sound of the camera shutter, to find a phone angled at him.

Kyoka and Akito quickly looked at the screen, the first blowing a whistle; “dude, you look super hot” said Akito. “No wonder you got second place”.

“Did you get an MRI? I think you hit your head, too”

“What the fuck do you mean with second place?” All of them looked expectantly at Jirou, also having the same question as Bakugo.

Suddenly, Jirou’s face cheeks flushed, and she hid her face in her hands.

“Jirou-San, are you alright?” asked Shoto.

“We had a poll for the most attractive 1-A guy. All of the first-year girls voted and Shoji came in second.”

The four had a cartwheel of facial expressions, till the silence was broken; “ Yeah, fair enough”, “I agree with Bakugo”, “I’m upset he’s not first, I would’ve definitely voted for you, Zo”

“You are all deranged, I don’t trust you anymore. Jirou-san, are you sure?”

“Yeah, here” she handed him her phone after scrolling up the groupchat with the UA first-year girls from different classes.

“In what universe am I better looking than Kirishima? Oh, congratulations Todoroki.”

“Fuck you mean half n half got first” the sudden, fast movement caused the already faint Katsuki to lose balance.

Thankfully, Jirou catches him before he falls, and guides him to sit on the bed where she was a few moments ago.

“My bad, Jirou”

“Don’t mention it, please be careful”

Akito moved, giving him more space so he could lie down. Shoji brought the phone over to him.

“Aw she voted for dunce face… pretty sure you weren’t together yet back in October, too”

He giggled, while the others smiled and Jirou blushed at the mention of her crush on her now-boyfriend.

“Oh and obviously I’m placed tenth, and Mr. Wet Noodle is 6th. I feel deeply offended.”

“Well, it’s based on overall attractiveness, like the most well-rounded attractive boy. It makes sense to me that you got tenth since you’re a type, not as versatile as Todoroki’s gentleman-ness, or Shoji’s uh. I actually don’t know how to describe you, you're very respectful but also unbothered so maybe that’s it.”

“I'm changing my mind, I would’ve voted for Sero,” said Amagai, leaning over Bakugo’s shoulder, looking at the screen.

“You torture my heart, my dearest, how could you do this to me” Said Shoji, grabbing the fabric of his shirt above his heart, soon followed by his subtle laugh.

“Fucking Sero? That’s your type? Do better.”

“ I’m gonna tell Sero you said that”

“Wait no don’t. Please”

Shoto handed Akito a bowl of warm soup with a spoon, Katsuki perked up, a grin plastered on his face, everyone looked at them, anticipating their reaction.

A few tablespoons in, and Akito calmly placed the bowl on the bedside table next to the lamp, and slowly wrapped their arms around Katsuki.

He immediately started laughing, a warm genuine laugh, not mocking nor belittling, just a laugh of happiness.

“Damn right I know it’s that good”

…

“Hey what. Yeah, it’s good but not to the point of crying, the fuck is going on are you ok?”

Everyone was instantly alarmed at the unexpected change of mood, “Did the painkillers wear off? I’ll call a nurse over” said Shoji, hand already on the door handle.

“Maybe a hot pack will help till they give you something? I'll get it warm in no time” said Todoroki, panic bleeding into his sweet voice.

“I just,

I really appreciate you all.”

Silence, Only Akito’s sniffles could be heard as the rest froze up.

“You know, I hadn’t been out of it, well, at least not fully, there was no time for anesthetics, I’ve heard everything since being carried by Selkie till I slept after the Tramadol injection I got post-op.” despite Akito’s soft slow, and albeit muffled voice since they hid their face in Bakugo’s shoulder, everyone immediately understood the hidden meaning of ‘hearing everything’; it means they might as well have lived through the entire experience with absolutely no dimming filters. Now, their reaction to Aizawa-sensei’s lecture made sense . They were so guilty, so ashamed of how much pain and worry they put everyone through, but the others did not see any surprise. The pieces slowly fell into place, Amagai didn’t need their teacher to fill them in, because they have been very much conscious the entire time; and were not simply aware of their surroundings only, but of almost everything.

“Mezo, as panicked and alarming your heartbeat was, it grounded me in the ambulance. Amidst all the chaos going in and around us, you were like a ground wire. I couldn’t help but listen to nothing but it.”

A few more seconds of silence passed, then they said “Do you remember what we promised?”, they rise from the pillow, a hesitant expression as they await Shoji’s reply, everyone else was confused - except for him.

A tiny crease in his mask indicates that he has smiled a little, but it did not reach his eyes as it usually does when he’s genuinely happy.

“ We swore that we would always be there for each other.

No matter what happens though, I promise that I'll protect you”

The odd harmony confuses the others, but Akito’s smile through their tears seemed to subdue their confusion.

They slowly turn around, facing the dark-haired girl.

Nervously, they start itching the back of their hand, unaware of the scabs they picked in the process, and the little droplets of blood bead up at the surface, before smudging again.

“Jirou, dearest. I heard your scream after settling Eri with the doctors. When he finally told you the truth. I am so sorry to have worried you so much, and from the bottom of my heart, thank you for caring for Eri, and for making her feel comfortable. Heaven knows how worried I was about little Eri”

A sudden, firm grip of your hand stops your nervous tic, you don’t need to look down to know who it is, he was right next to you, after all.

“There is nothing to apologize or thank me for. I’m glad you’re alright now.”

With a faint smile and a bit of restored confidence, Akito faced Todoroki.

“Todoroki, I-”

He cuts them off immediately, yet still maintaining his soft voice,

“Shoto, please call me Shoto, and I haven’t done anything, really.”

“That’s bullshit, I know you were keeping everyone sane, including Aizawa-sensei. I know you were panicking just as much, it must have been hell”

………..

“Also, I know you were the one who bought Eri all the clothes and toys. I’m paying you back and nothing can change that”

“I’d love to see you try” Laughed Shoto, a breath-taking smile gracing his face.

Akito giggled, wiping their tears on the miserable excuse of a blanket they were covered in.

They turned around to the only one left. Bakugo. His grip on their hand did not falter, Akito appreciated it, it gave them strength.

“Baku- OW”

Ok, maybe they don’t appreciate it anymore, since he squeezed your hand in a death grip for a second, how does he have the strength for that now, anyway?

What a cunt.

“It’s Katsuki, dickhead”

“Katsuki.

Right, um.

you… you really didn’t have to do any of this, you know?”

His eyes widened, expecting everything but that.

“The fuck do you mean? I did-”

“Please, let me.”

That shut him up. His grip weakened, shifting to just a normal hold.

Akito’s voice was shaky again, lip slightly trembling.

“Hey, let’s go check on Eri, maybe she’s awake”

Kyoka and Shoto stand up, catching up on his cue to leave the two alone.

Akito’s eyes didn’t falter at the movement, still pinned down at the joined hands. After the door closes, Bakugo asks if they’re okay. Voice barely a whisper, threaded with concern.

“I know you don’t see me as a friend. I know it’s Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina, and Sero that you like, perhaps Shinso and Shoji too, but I know not me. I see the look in your eyes when we train against each other, you never smile as you do with them.

I’m just… I’m sorry for how much of a bother I have been. And for you to go to such far extents with your kindness, I mean, you cooked my favorite dish, Katsuki. And it tastes heavenly, this is genuinely the best thing I ever ate and probably will ever eat”

“And then you jump into the blood transfusion, I was so scared for you, the amount of blood they injected into me is absurd, there’s no way it’s legal or healthy in any form to give so much in one shot.

“I don’t know, Kats… I simply don’t deserve all of this kindness” they subtly lifted their hands, “I’ll be forever thankful, indebted to you. I hope that one day, I can show you the same level of selflessness, of generosity, too.”

________________________________________________________________

The light of the lamp was faint. Truly. A mere warm glow that was just enough to allow you to see the room, but not enough to disturb a patient’s sleep. This worked in Bakugo’s favor since it wouldn’t allow the slightly clouded eyes of yours to see the reddening of his sclera or the unusual sheen his eyes had.

Unbeknownst to Amagai, the apology opened a wound in the boy’s soul.

Has he been cruel to Akito all this time?

He values Akito so much, maybe they really hadn’t been friends in their book, but not in his. Has he scared them, perhaps? They have been are his rival, they were nowhere near a match to his raw power, but their technique and wits made him rethink all the false praise he has received in his life, what truly made had him astonished is that; whenever the two would train against each other, he knew Amagai was at a disadvantage, so he could only imagine how much of a scary demon they must be in their element. Underwater. If they were on par with him on his strongest battlefield, under the Blinding rays of the midday sun, what would happen if he had the misfortune of meeting them in their arena?

No one in the class truly saw Siren in their glory, since a lot of the time, they had special training in the USJ or in a private training pool no one else really saw. That wasn’t unheard of, since Koda and Tamaki-senpai did special training, too, but Akito’s progress -or power- has been the most well concealed.

He tried getting close to them numerous times, like that one time Denki invited Shinso and Akito to their lunch table and the conversation drifted to everyone’s favorite album. That day, he laid down on his bed, quietly listening to The Dark Side Of The Moon, careful not to make the sound so loud as it might leak into your dorm room, which was right next to his. Kirishima offered to trade with Akito so they can be next to Shoji as the two had wanted. It was way past his ‘bedtime’, which was just a social lie he used to ensure he got enough time to mentally recharge at the end of the day. Kirishima and Akito definitely knew this, since he would be on his drum set often till 10 pm -not too quietly, too. The music couldn't be too loud now though, since it was 12:07 am and he was listening to Time, ‘the best song in the album’ they called it.

The next day, he sat on the edge of your desk after class, talking about the songs he liked. He remembers mentioning how he doesn’t get the song ‘Time’ but listened to it a bunch of times nonetheless.

He gets it now.

He gets why it was their favorite song, and in this second, it might just describe how he feels now, has he been chasing behind the sun all this time, to not notice it up behind him?

Akito appreciates him.

Everyone praises him, had it been family, ‘friends’, teachers, or the multitude of girls he had gushing behind him, leaving him notes in his locker in middle school, they all just loved to talk about the power and might of Bakugo, saying he will definitely become #1, that he is so blessed to have such a strong quirk, how lucky he got.

But not Akito, they had called him such a witty team leader after the cavalry race, that he knew how to utilize everyone’s strengths to win, that he will grow up to be such a good hero.

One time in the dorm’s gym, when he was doing some simple weights, they pointed out how well his Deltoids developed, congratulating his hard work. Had it been someone else, they would’ve said he was so blessed to have such good genes to be able to grow muscle as well as he does -The comment humors him because he can’t imagine reaching the might of Akito’s legs, the strongest he has ever seen on a kid his age.

The moment they saw a camera pointed at the pair, they suddenly picked him up on their shoulders, and for once, he didn’t feel like an ornament, like he was in the picture just so Akito could show off their connection to him, or post it on an online board to show the world ‘that kid from the sludge villain attack’,

no, it was a genuine gesture of appreciation. Of celebration.

That simple moment -the picture with his rival- is the only moment he acknowledges from the sports festival, at that moment he was truly the winner, the number 1, and the blurry picture he sneakily got on his phone is the only trophy he recognizes.

But he can’t help but wonder what they thought of him, what did he look like through their eyes? Had he merely been a rude, heartless classmate?

Unlike Kirishima, Mina, or most of his friends in 1-A, Amagai was hardly expressive, he only saw them occasionally frown a little, or curl their lips into a tiny smile whenever one of their classmates did something impressive, like when Deku used his quirk without injuring himself, or when Mina hit a new lifting PR. They never smiled at their own milestones, in fact, it seems like they don’t even seem to notice them.

He was so used to their monotone face that the fact that he is the cause of such a sad expression, such painful tears, made his stomach turn in regret.

He only felt bad for making someone cry once in his life, and that has been Deku. The guilt he felt now was different, though, because he didn’t try to hurt them at all… It’s a different guilt when the pain he has inflicted was subconscious.

An old figment of himself was disappointed in him; how dare he allow them to get under his skin? to make him vulnerable?

“Did I make you uncomfortable? I’m sorry I didn’t ask before touching you”

Ah, that snaps him out of his thoughts, it’s funny how they’re apologizing instead of him.

Akito started to shift away, moving carefully to not agitate their bandages. but he gently placed his hand on their shoulders, very conscious of his every move.

“I’m sorry, Amagai. I never meant to make you feel that way. I’ve just… this is relatively new to me?

As for the fights and never smiling thing, there’s nothing to smile about when I’m continuously getting my ass kicked by you”

Akito’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion “but you beat me 9/10 of the time?”

“Barely, and I’m hardly functioning after our fights, that kick of yours cracked more ribs than I can count after all the battles we had”

“HOLY FUCK! I’m so sorry, I had no idea the damage was that bad, why didn’t you ever say something??”

“like hell, I'd whine about a good fight, I'm no pussy”

“,,, well, if it makes you feel better, I'll let you know your left hook left my entire neck bruised for three weeks, it's a good thing I already never show my neck. and there’s obviously that time you absolutely obliterated my arm, that was so badass”

“… really?”

“yeah dude and the scar is kinda hot” they extended their arm for him to see.

“Woah, I never saw you sleeveless, I didn’t imagine the damage would be this huge…

but the scar is ‘badass’, I guess”

“I KNOW RIGHT”

“so… will you accept me as your friend? I mean we’re obviously still rivals. if you slack off or go easy on me I'll scoop your guts out”

“You have always been my friend, Kats. I was worried you didn’t see me as yours”

“Then I guess we’re both dumb as shit”

The laugh they let out eased his heartache a bit, acting as temporary relief.

But that wouldn’t be enough. not yet.

“What should I call you?” he quietly asked.

“Oh. anything, really. I’d really prefer if you don’t use my last name, since… you know, my folks were a bunch of pricks and stuff. Akito, Siren, or anything you want, really, I’m okay with anything. What about you? Is me calling you Kats ok?”

“Yeah yeah,” he nods immediately, “I’ll come up with one for you, too”.

A few moments later, he realizes that they’re still crying. He wipes the tears off their face using his thumb, as delicately as he could, something relatively new to him.

“You must think I’m weak now, m’crying non-stop”

“Not for a second, you’ve been through a lot, Akito-kun, you can cry all you want,

….

I’m your friend after all”

And he… hesitantly opens his arms, offering Akito the comfort of his embrace, and before he could second-guess the gesture, they reciprocate the hug with a grip so strong it almost knocks the air out of his lungs.

As they lay down -still hugging even though their grips loosened- the comfort that washed over Bakugo’s entire soul sparked a realization in his mind.

For the first time in the boy’s life, he didn’t ‘make’ a friendship, or naturally get sucked into one;

He earned a friendship.

__________________________________________________________________________________

After 40 minutes of bargaining with Eri-chan to go to sleep (Todoroki and Shoji left with numerous bows and hair clips in their hair, and Jirou with scented marker stripes on her earphone jacks), they returned to the room, about to fall on their faces.

As Shoji opens the door, two of his hands shoot up to cover the mouths of the two behind him, ensuring they produce no sound. After having a good look at the position of their friends on the bed -Bakugo, who had his head tucked under Akito’s chin and used their buff hand as a pillow (certainly cutting off circulation), and Akito, who was leaning into him their other arm wrapped around his shoulder and hand in his hair- they all pulled out their phones simultaneously.

This is definitely going on Akito’s wall.

2 notes · View notes

luminnara · 3 years

Text

Omega Depression || Alpha!Kiribaku x Omega!fem!reader

Hi! Can I request an alpha!Kiribaku x omega!fem!reader where she is strong on the outside, but sensitive on the inside. Then, some asshole alpha comes and insults her saying that she isn't worthy of having alphas and other super mean stuff that makes her go to omega depression. After that, she confines and isolates herself in her room, not allowing her alphas to enter. Days pass, she misses school for like a week, and her alphas are tired of waiting, so they bust the door and find their omega deep in omega depression and starving herself, and they're super worried and try to help her get out of it, cause she could die if not. The rest can be little angst with a fluffy happy ending!

Yo I live for alpha kiribaku, not gonna lie

Warnings: angst, mental health stuff, depression, eating disorder/starvation stuff, abo

Requests are open!

You were always happy with your alphas. Bakugou and Kirishima were the loves of your life, you were sure of it. The three of you got along well, and there was nothing you enjoyed more than spending time with your boys. You kept up with them easily, never having trouble when it came to handling Katsuki’s temper or Eijiro’s enthusiasm. They loved protecting you, too, not that you ever really seemed to need it; you were tough as nails, as far as everyone was concerned.

You weren’t, though, not really.

“What a useless little omega.”

The words kept repeating in your head, over and over.

“Two alphas? Yeah, right. You don’t even deserve one, not with an uppity attitude like that.”

They kept echoing, no matter what you tried to do.

“What a stupid bitch. They should just leave your sorry ass. You aren’t worthy of anyone, much less alphas.”

You curled in on yourself. You felt sick to your stomach. How could someone say that about you? How could a shitty alpha go and ruin your mood, and your day, by saying something so awful?

“I am worthy!” You had argued. “And we’re happy together, so just fuck off.”

“Oh yeah? Then why haven’t they claimed you yet?” His lips had pulled over his teeth in a sick grin. “You know they’re just biding their time, waiting for something better to come along. You’re nothing to them.”

The little spat had been earlier that morning. It was rare that you ever went out alone; usually Eijirou or Katsuki or both of them were stuck to you like glue, but this had been one of those instances when you had absolutely insisted you would be fine. After all, you were just running a couple errands. You weren’t even going very far from campus. What’s the worst that could possibly happen?

Well...this, apparently.

You had rejected the advances of an alpha who had been eyeing you for quite some time. He was annoying and his scent always made you recoil, but you would never, not in a million years, have thought that he could hurt you so deeply.

Why were his words even bothering you so much? You knew your boys liked you. They made sure to constantly cover you in their scents, they happily gave up their shirts for you to tuck into your little bed nest, they held your hands and gave you sweet little kisses...

And yet, he was right. They hadn’t claimed you yet. There were no big bite marks on your neck to show the world that you were taken. Why hadn’t it happened yet? You always thought that maybe they were just nervous, and they wanted to wait for the right time. Maybe they wanted to wait until school was over and they were better established as heroes.

Or maybe they were just playing with you, maybe you were nothing more than their favorite toy for the time being. What if they got tired of you? What if they really were planning on kicking you to the curb? Without a bond mark, nobody would even blink if they cast you aside. It would just be a normal break up, nothing for anybody else to even care about or get involved in.

But your heart was already aching at the thought of it.

You huddled up in your nest, ugly sobs wracking your body as you clutched one of Katsuki’s hoodies to your chest. An undershirt of Eijirou’s was nearby, a few plushies that they had given you tucked in amongst the blankets and pillows. The scents of burnt sugar and cinnamon wafted around you, and as comforting as they usually were, they weren’t helping you now. Nothing was.

You heard your phone vibrate, but you didn’t reach for it. You didn’t care. You were too wrapped up in your own thoughts, absolutely trapped in your head now. You were plagued by those same words as they kept repeating, telling you over and over that you were worthless, useless, nothing.

When you finally managed to glance at your phone, you had missed texts from both your alphas. You replied to them with a couple of half hearted “yeah, I’m fine” -s, then finally slithered out of bed to make sure your door was locked. You didn’t want to face them when they came to bother you.

If they came.

You spent the entire day like that. When you were out of tears to cry, you just grew numb. It was the worst you had ever felt, and while some part of you knew, deep down, that you needed your alphas to come help you, you couldn’t stand the idea of them seeing you like this. How had you managed to grow so afraid? You usually told them everything, but now...now you abhorred the thought.

“Oi!” Katsuki’s rough voice came from the other side of your door, his scent wafting in. “Open up!”

You didn’t answer, curling in on yourself even further instead.

“Omega!” he called angrily. “Stop ignoring me, dammit!”

“Go away!” you managed to squeeze out, your voice sounding weak and strangled.

He was silent for a moment, his scent changing. It grew more burnt-smelling as his anger mounted, and as it reached your nose, you felt panic and annoyance spiking in your chest.

“Omega,” he growled, voice low. You heard the doorknob jiggling as he tried to get in, but you had locked the deadbolt, and unless he unleashed his quirk right there in the dorms, there was no way he was entering your room.

“I said go away!” you yelled.

On the other side of the door, Katsuki was fuming. The beginning sparks of little explosions were popping around his hands, and if Eijirou wasn’t there to hold his arms down at his sides, there was a good chance he would have done some real damage to the hallway.

“Katsuki, c’mon.” the larger alpha said. “Let’s just leave her alone for a little.”

“Something’s wrong,” Katsuki pulled back as his partner started trying to drag him away. “She stinks.”

“Yeah, she definitely doesn’t smell happy,” Kirishima paused, frowning. “But...we need to give her the space, if she wants it.”

“Fuck that,” his partner spat.

“Katsuki....” Eijirou sighed.

Bakugou’s nostrils flared angrily for a moment, red eyes wild as Kirishima grabbed his arm once again. Someone was trying to drag him away from his omega, from his perfect little mate, and if it had been anyone other than Eijirou, he would have done far worse than simply dig his heels into the floor and growl in protest. Kirishima was right, though; if their omega wanted alone time, they couldn’t just barge in without permission. As much as it hurt both boys, as desperate as they were to get to you and make you feel better, they weren’t total animals. They respected you, and prided themselves on being two big, capable alphas who listened to their omega.

They returned to their own rooms, expecting to at least hear from you within an hour or two.

Hours turned to days.

You texted them a few times, listless, half-assed messages that did little to reassure them. You would send a pathetic I’m fine or a It’s okay here and there, only after they had both blown your phone up for a few hours. It was the only reason they hadn’t tried to tear your door off its hinges; they knew you were alive, at least. But by the third day, Katsuki was beside himself, and even Eijirou was getting upset enough to consider using his quirk to get to you.

You wished that he would. You didn’t want to face them, but at the same time, the fact that they weren’t tearing the building apart to reach you was making you even sadder. Your sad scent was starting to leech out into the rest of the dorms, and by the end of the fifth day, nobody could stop your alphas.

“Oy!” Bakugou snarled, his fist thudding against your door. “Open up, omega!”

You didn’t answer, too weak and listless to bother.

“Babe?” Kirishima asked, his voice strained with the effort of not yelling in panic.

“We know you’re in there,” Katsuki growled. “Quit avoiding us!”

Still, you didn’t answer.

Then, you could hear some shuffling, and the door was being torn off its hinges by Kirishima. Bakugou stormed in as soon as the path was clear, his red eyes blazing with anger, his hands balled into fists.

“You’d better show your face right fuckin’ now, or I swear I—“

He fell silent at the sight of you. His eyes widened, his nostrils flaring. Your scent was so strong and so incredibly miserable that a wave of nausea passed through him. He hadn’t expected that it would be so pungent in your room, and as he covered his mouth and nose with his hand, he rushed towards you.

“Baby,” he cooed, vaguely aware of Kirishima behind him, “what the fuck is going on?”

You tried to bury yourself in your nest, trying to burrow away from the world, but a big hand caught you around the middle and pulled you back out. Eijirou manhandled you easily, his eyes wide with concern as he sat on the floor and placed you in his lap.

“You haven’t been eating,” he observed, looking at your tired eyes. “Or sleeping.”

Katsuki was beside himself with worry. He was immediately sitting in front of his boyfriend, caging you in between them as he began looking you over. “What the hell is goin’ on?”

You didn’t want to tell them. Your throat was sore from crying, and you felt stupid for being so upset. So, you did the only logical thing you could think of and buried your face in Kirishima’s broad chest, clinging to his shirt weakly.

“Omega, please,” the big redhead pleaded, leaning his head down to scent you. “Tell us.”

You shook your head.

“We know Somethin’ is wrong, so spit it out!” Katsuki barked.

His voice was harsh, but you felt a warm, gentle hand on your back that could only be his. The familiar touch made you sigh, and after a shuddery breath, the dam finally broke.

“Th-there was an alpha,” you whimpered, voice muffled by Kirishima.

“What the fuck did they do?” Katsuki growled, his voice deep and savage. It sent a chill down your spine and you whined, clinging to Eijirou for dear life.

“Cut it out,” Kirishima snapped, snorting at his boyfriend angrily. “You’re making it worse.”

“I just wanna know what happened!” He grumbled, his hand pressing into your back.

You hiccuped as a little sob wracked your body. “A-an alpha I rejected, h-he told me…he told me that I wasn’t good enough for you.”

The low rumble in Kirishima’s chest was like nothing you had ever felt before. It was threatening and powerful, putting Bakugou’s growl a moment ago to shame. His arms tightened around you, the scent gland on his neck slipping over your hair as he tried to cover up your unhappy omega stink.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” Kirishima snarled, uncharacteristically angry.

“Hey.” Bakugou slipped a hand around your waist, prying you away from the other alpha slightly. “Look at me.”

You faced him with teary eyes, and when you tried to shy away, he took your chin in his fingers.

“We fuckin’ love you. Okay? I don’t say it much. Maybe I should say it more. But it’s true, ‘n no stupid, two-bit, shitty-ass alpha knows anything about the three of us.”

He leaned forward, pushing you back up against Kirishima with his head resting on your shoulder. You finally sighed, surrounded by the scents of your alphas, allowing yourself to relax as the dam broke and your crying started all over again. This time, though, it was freeing, and as your alphas rocked back and forth with you, you felt the dread and the anxiety slowly leaving your stomach.

“Better?” Eijirou asked after a while.

“A little.” you said, voice muffled by his tear-stained shirt.

“Good.” Katsuki said gruffly, pulling you up to stand. “Let’s go get some food in you. Point that shitbag out if you see him...I wanna have a few words.”

#kiribaku #kiribaku x reader #Alpha!Kirishima #alpha!kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader #alpha!bakugou #alpha!bakugou x omega!reader #kirishima x reader #bnha #bnha imagines #abo #omegaverse

3K notes · View notes

uwuwriting · 4 years

Text

Bakugou, Shinsou, Todoroki, Dabi and Shigaraki checking out their s/o

Request: Pretty pls hcs for Shinsou, Shoto, Dabi, Shigaraki, and Bakugou getting caught checking out their s/o? thank you! - anonymous

Pretty boys you’ve got there sweet anon. Pretty boys with a capital P. Love yaa. 💖💖💖

rules

warning: some suggestive thoughts, swearing

Bakugou Katsuki

-Bakugou doesn’t like showing his feelings.

-Like to no one.

-Not even to you sometimes.

-So when you started to officially date you understood why he would want to keep our relationship a secret.

-He was good at keep it that way.

-Like really good.

-You got no extra attention or special treatment, he never lost his poker face around you and would never NEVER stare at you.

-So you never really checked on him to see if his eyes wondered to ...places.

-Today your skirt had ridden up your thighs while you were bouncing around the room along side Mina.

-Your favorite band was coming near you guys since they were on tour and you both were ecstatic.

-The skin of your thighs looked so soft and plum who wouldn’t stare?

-You did mind when people stared at you but now dealing with your excitement was a priority.

-Your boyfriend had gotten excited by something else though.

-His eyes were glued to your thighs, his red orbs following your every movement.

-Kaminari and Kirishima were telling him something about Mineta but he couldn’t focus on them.

-His head was constantly turned to you to the point that Kaminari had to shake his shoulder to get him to look at them.

- “Yo what are you looking at?”

-His head was again turned to you his eyes widening only by a fraction while he mumbled something to the two boys.

-Kaminari followed his gaze and his own jaw dropped for a moment before a smirk formed on his face.

- “Well he IS drooling over Y/N like a dog.....”

-At the sound of your name on Kami’s lips, Bakugou’s attention was fully on the boys his right eye twitching at the comment.

-He let out a snarl and raised his hand creating a few small explosions.

- “And what if I am drooling sparky boy?? She wouldn’t mind me looking anyways.”

- “And why is that Bakubro?”

-His smirk widened as he said proudly.

- “Because she’s my fucking girlfriend.”

-Way to be secretive Bakugou.

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Baby doesn’t want to show his true emotions to the outside world.

-Heart been broken too many times.. *isn’t that how the meme goes?*

-He shows it to you because you are HIS and he adores you.

-He knows you won’t hurt him so he gives you his all.

-Such a sweetheart OMG!!!!!!!

-While you two are in school grounds there is not many things that would indicate that you two are together.

-People would have to watch closely to see the sings of your relationship.

-How he sits really close to you during lunch.

-How you tend to come to school sporting his hoodie during cold days.

-It’s all cute and fluffy but so so on the down low.

-Yall are out on a date and you decided to go to the arcade.

-You convinced him to have a dance off with you and now you are both sweaty and panting while you are jumping up and down to the rhythm of ‘Party anthem”.

-Shisnou kinda gave up after a while and he is now just staring at you.

-You on the other hand are giving it your all trying to get everything right.

-You are sweaty and feeling gross which is not cute at all since you are on a date but he promised you ice cream if you beat him with a significant difference.

-You are not letting this slide.

-Hitoshi’s eyes are on your chest that is em...going along with your jumping.

-He is stuck and he is already dreading that you’ll look at him and call him out.

-But he can’t stop.

-He really wishes you were at your dorm right now, the things he would do.

-His blush is getting darker as his thoughts are getting dirtier by the minute until the music stops and you are left panting.

-There’s another thing to add to the list of things to add to his small fantasy.

-You notice that he has been silent for some time now and you try to meet his eyes but you see where they are glued.

-Waltzing up to him you leave a kiss to his cheek and another right under his ear, making him shiver.

- “Stop being so dirty we will be back soon.”

-Winking you walked out of the arcade leaving a very turned on Shinsou behind.

Todoroki Shouto

-Baby boy is slow.

-Yall aren’t together yet.

-He really can’t understand what is going on whenever you enter the room.

-His heart starts to race, his palms get sweaty and he has a weird tendency to smile.

-He wants to be the reason you are laughing.

-He wants to talk to you non stop.

-He wants to be around you 25/8, 366 days a year.

-But he doesn’t understand why this is happening so he just plain out ignores it.

-You have a massive crush on him so it kinda hurts when he doesn’t take any hints.

-You dress up just a little bit while you are out with your friend group since he is part of it.

-You cook for him.

-You offer help or ask for help with studies.

-But nothing.

-You were chilling in the common room.

-You were spread out on the couch, your t-shirt exposed your stomach as you were hanging half off the actual couch and just a pair of short shorts underneath.

-Shoto was coming back from his father’s agency, his nerves were everywhere and his mind wouldn’t shut you out.

-Your soothing voice was there when his father yelled at him that afternoon and even though you weren’t there you helped him get through the day.

-So when the poor thing walked through the door and was met with you hanging off the couch in such a suggestive position, his mind ran wild.

-He couldn’t stop the blush that irrupted on his face as his cheeks and ears became the same color as his scar.

-He almost choked on his spit when you giggled at something on your phone.

-Midoriya came through the door next and was shocked when he saw his friend beat red and eyes wide.

- “Todoroki-kun are you alright?”

- “She’s hot- It’s IT’S hot in here.”

-You turned at his voice, sitting up as your shorts rode up your thighs ever so slightly.

-Todoroki saw and he couldn’t take it any longer, covering his red face with his hand as he mumbled a small ‘excuse me’ and left the room.

-He certainly had an image that would get him through the night.....

Dabi

-Salty boy™.

-Him and Tsukishima would have been best buds I swear.

-He is VERY vocal about his attraction to you.

-Like legit non stop flirting even after you are exclusive.

-Compliments, dirty remarks, dirty promises, dirty actions, dirty dirty dirty things in general.

-He won’t hesitate to make a dirty remark in front of the rest of the league.

-He has NO shame whatsoever.

-Look he finally grew the balls to make you HIS okay?

-He wants to show off.

-But he knows when to not look at you like he wants to devour you.

-He is respectful of Kurogiri so he isn’t a horny bastard while he is around.

-But one day he slipped.

-His hold on his horniness snapped.

-Poor guy.

-Actually scratch that poor you, you are the one who is gonna get it rough later so yeah.

-You had just returned from a mission that had gone sideways.

-Your clothes were ripped and your pants were half burned off.

-Your pretty face had smudges on it and you looked exhausted.

-Immediately you went to take a shower not letting Dabi ogle at you.

-When your shower was over you came back downstairs and order a strong drink, rubbing your temples in an attempt to ease your headache.

-Your hair was wet and sticking to your shirt making it wet and Dabi could SENSE that you weren’t wearing a bra.

-That’s his sixth sense.

-The shirt was black so nothing showed.

-That’s why you couldn’t understand why Dabi was giving you that smirk and glancing down your shirt.

-You rolled your eyes at him and shoved him away from you only for him to grip your waist and set you on his lap.

-He left a kiss on your neck and smirked as you shivered.

-His eyes were right on your chest since he could see EVERYTHING from this angle.

-That’s when Kurogiri stepped back in the room, the drink you ordered in hand.

-He almost YEETED you off of him as a blush bloomed on the few patches of unscathed skin that he had.

-Kurogiri *being the Nomu he is IFHOQOASB I RUINED IT* didn’t really respond to the position you were in.

-He just gave you your drink and went back to polishing the shot glasses.

-Dabi wanted to crawl into a whole and die even though Kurogiri said nothing.

-Poor guy every thought and scenario he made about that night was out the window.

-He cuddled you to drown his shame.

-Bastard..........

Shigaraki Tomura

-I dare you to try and make him check you out in public.

-Sure he might stare at you ass in the DIM LIT bar yall are staying in but that’s just because no one can see his eyes.

-He is beyond shy when it comes to these matters and unlike Dabi even after you are together he wouldn’t stare at you like a crazy person.

-He is very very careful with his glances and calculates when would be the right time to stare.

-Meetings are easy.

-You all are sitting down so how hard could it be to keep his horny side in check?

-Well most of the time is easy.

-You are usually wearing your civilian clothes which are very casual and comfy.

-Nothing is showing and nothing really makes him want to rip your clothes off.

-He wants to cuddle at the sight.

-The problem appears when one day you had to go out on a mission and were called into an emergency meeting by Shiggy.

-Your costume is um... sexy to say the least.

-Everything you are wearing is hugging your body in all the right places and the mask you wear shades your eyes just right.

-You look seductive as hell.

-Shiggy rarely sees you in your villain costume.

-He sees you while you are getting ready and might make a comment or go for a quick round.

-But now it was unexpected.

-He didn’t remember you were to go on a mission.

-Totally forgot.

-So when you come down and since all the seats are taken you have to stay standing, Shiggy is in trouble.

-His eyes won’t leave your thighs and he can’t really form coherent words.

-Dabi is drooling over you and so is Toga.

-They keep pointing out how good you look and how sexy your costume makes you.

-More than you already are.

-Shigaraki has to really one up his self control and not cancel the meeting and drag you to the nearest closet.

-He’s so disoriented during the meeting.

-Kurogiri points it out after the meeting ended and you left for your mission.

-Shiggy had the darkest blush the LoV had ever seen and he had to leave the room.

-Took a cold shower afterwards.

-Waits for you like a lost puppy..... which turns feral once you step into the room.

TAG TEAM AY:

@iwaqchan @the-arcana-fan-fic @angelwritings @axerrri @reinyrei

8K notes · View notes

denkisdurag · 3 years

Text

midoriya, todoroki, bakugo x fem!reader - falling for an "edgy" person

warnings: swearing, READER IS THE REALEST AND THE ILLEST 🥶🥶🥶🥶😈😈😈😈😈💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾💯💯💯💯💯💯

a/n: hey look i made you some conteeeeent! daddy made you your favorite open wide!!!!

also by edgy i don’t necessarily mean alt but like someone who just is tough and snappy and stands their ground and stuff yk

———

izuku midoriya

when he first laid his eyes on you, he was intimidated

bc of course he was

no but fr, pls be nice to him

he will actually sob if you show hostility to him at all

slash j

the first thing he noticed about you was your resting expression

your eyes were constantly half lidded

your lips stayed straight, or the corners of em were downturned ever so slightly

if not for the rest of your vibe he’d just have thought you were always tired

but he knows better

he doesn’t even know he’s just staring until you turn your head and find him doing so

he snaps his neck forward like OH GOD OH FUCK DID THEY NOTICE ME

he looks back and you’re still looking at him like “😐😑😐 don’t”

he just turns in his seat and keeps his eyes glued to his desk, sparing extREMELY small and quick glances every then and now

before he knows it, the class is training

and OH HOW CONVENIENT YOU TWO ARE PAIRED UP 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

he’s all nervous not only bc of that awkward interaction from earlier bc he knows you’re strong

it kinda

makes u hotter

whoops

anyway

he doesn’t not believe in hitting women

THAT CAME OUT WRONG LMFAOAOAO HOLD ON

i mean like he will give his effort in training regardless of ur gender bc he believes his opponent deserves a fair fight above all else

ok anyways moving on LMAO

so as i just said he would give it his all

well not his all bc he’d die but a Safe Percentage of his all yk

but goddamn if you aren’t quick

not just in physical agility but you’re smart

you can see his moves coming and dodge them for the most part

he admires u so much

you’ve become one of the kids he strives to reach the level of (like bakugo)

give him a chance stink 🙁

shoto todoroki

this gif

👁👁

anyways

shoto isn't the kind of person to really judge immediately based on appearance (although some assumptions do surface, he doesn’t immediately jump to the conclusion that they’re true), but he did think you were interesting

your style was unlike what he had seen before

and your attitude/spunk only matched that of bakugou’s

you were far more tolerable than him in todoroki’s eyes doe 😁

slash j

once again

he found it kinda cool, the way that you did your thing and never let other people dictate over you

i think admirable or respectable is a better word to use but u got what i meant

shoto doesn’t read social cues like at all so you shouldn’t have been surprised when he just whispered to izuku like “midoriya who is that sitting over there” and he’s just

pointing directly into ur face

“gotta problem, you half-thawed hot pocket?”

he just blinks like

“no why would you think that”

you roll your eyes and turn away

he’s just left there like 🧍🏾

“did i do something”

izuku pats him on the back but doesn’t say anything LMFAOOOO

yall just go about ur day

for some reason i wanna believe the moment he starts to like you like that is after he sees you shit on endeavor to his face LMAOAAO

he comes to speak to the 1-a class one day as one of the biggest pro heroes and you gotta bone or two to pick with him

and swear that shoto just plays that moment in his head whenever he bummed

one time he thought about it while enji was lecturing him and he almost smiled

damn near would’ve got his ass beat /j

/hj

he doesn’t realize he likes u bc he’s slow but you do be on his mind and now he obliviously comes up to you in class asking random questions tryna get to know you LMAO

katsuki bakugo

when bakugo first saw you, he was also interested

but not in the way that shoto was

but rather in the way that made him wonder if you were a worthy opponent or rival

you were built different 🥶🙏🏾 that much was obvious

so right off the bat, he was like 🤨 hm

you may be tough 🤨🤨🤨🤨

of course, he's still bakugo, so he holds his pride over everything else

but just by looking at you, he could tell you two were the same

(in the sense of spunk and confidence)

and that was only confirmed at the quirk assessment test

you certainly were impressive

it's likely that he'd make fun and be overconfident with you just as he was everyone else, but he really did acknowledge you and see you as a worthy opponent

he would just never say it aloud bc, Katsuki

you two were paired up for a thing as well

but you didn’t go against each other

you were on the same team

he was kinda bummed bc he wanted to see how well you’d hold up against him but he figured there’d be other opportunities down the road

but then again when has being on the same team every stopped him from being a lul hoe

cough cough season two episode thirty seven

anyways

he def is like “GET BEHIND ME YOU FUCKS ILL DO IT MYSELF 🤬🤬🤬🤬”

naturally you were like 😐 are you serious my brotha

so you decided to take matters into your own hands

you’d let him have his glory sure but not as much as he wanted

you’d be damned if you let a nigga boss you around like this da fawk

bakugo noticed he wasn’t getting piled on as much as he was hoping (so he could prove his strength which was not necessary btw but i mean its bakugo so)

but then he turned to you and saw you doing your part to keep the training bots away from the group

and im not gonna lie you may be sweaty but ur strong and that is the Most Attractive Element Possible In Any Person Ever to katsuki so

def had you on his mind after the training session

don’t think he gonna stop stepping to you and stealing ur thunder doe

he may like you but that don’t mean he not gon keep taking his chances at whooping ur ass

#this was lousy LMFAOOO #ion like it 🙁#but ill post it bc fuck all #bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

194 notes · View notes

i-need-air · 3 years

Text

"You promise?" Bakugou Katsuki x PS!Reader;

Word count: 3.3k;

Warnings/tags: nsfw; smut and then some plot happened; no beta, we die like men here; f!reader; plus-size!reader; aged up Bakugou; implied Pro-Hero Bakugou;

Notes: So I have decided to write more stories about plus size readers because I can't find many and that's discouraging. This one is me testing the waters, but expect some more. Thank you for reading! 💕

You gasped as he turned your body around, manhandling you with ease and pushing your chest hard against the messy and undone bed. He was breathing hard, trying to calm himself up as he pumped his cock in one hand, the other grasping the curve of your bare ass with force.

You whimpered, desperate to get filled again as he took you away from your increasing need to orgasm, cunt clenching into the air, feverish and needy.

When his palm collapsed into your bum, your whole body shook and a lewd, desperate and almost crazed moan left your mouth.

"Shit—" his fingers dug back into your ass, shaking it as he licked his lips. "—you're so fucking sexy, princess." God, his voice was delicious. So rough and somehow still sounded like honey into your ears.

"Katsuki, please..." you glanced back at him, momentarily taken back by how intense those ruby orbs of his were already expecting yours. Sweaty, naked, chiseled chest luscious, panting heavily, one hand still pumping his cock in slow manners. His expression was delicious to say at least, desire written all over him. Your soaked core spasmed involuntarily when his wet tongue licked his lips, grinning at you.

"Fuck me, princess—" the tip caressed your entrance slowly and you mewled, trying to back into it and get any sort of friction. "—that fucker was an idiot to let you go." The tip went in, just barely, and you bit your lip in anticipation.

Hell, you forgot about that idiot. Just a flash of his idiotic face came through your mind before Katsuki pushed inside, slow, pleased with himself as you opened your trembling legs to welcome him yet again.

"Katsu, please, fuck me already..." almost ashamed you said, but your body craved him like it never craved anything or anyone else. So thick, so big, you swore you could feel the large veins running over his cock as he dipped in more.

"Fucking—" he groaned, leaning over and grabbing your plump hips, fingers dipping into your soft, malleable skin. "—perfect—" his first real, deep trust made your eyes roll in pleasure. Yes, yes, yes was all you could think. "—begging for my cock like that." His raspy voice suddently sounded by your ear before he bit down into your shoulder and you moaned, already half gone.

He filled you so good, so well with each trust. Your body shook, his chest glued to your back, sweat mixing together. The sound of skin slapping skin drove you mad and the audible wetness of your pussy didn't even make you ashamed.

Katsuki started almost destroying your cunt with each increasing moan of yours. You whimpered as he still manhandled you with no problem, adoring how strong he was to be able to lift all your top half and still pump into you without pause.

Cloudy mind, thoughts all gone, only the fact that your lowel stomach was on fire remained. And those fucking hands of his, so incredibly big were grabbing your breasts, molding as he groaned.

"—tsuki!" You needed it. You needed him. Your body begged for its release with fervor so without realizing it, your hand moved to rub your clit as you panted loud. He grabbed your wrist just as you were about to reach your destination.

"No, princess—" just to make the point clear, with another hand he locked your neck in place, pulling just enough to curve the small of your back into him. The new sensation made you whimper again. Hard enough to keep you locked in place but not enough to blurr your vision. Not that it was needed, since his continuous rhythm straight into your core did it anyways. "—'m gonna take care of you." He whispered into your cheek, lips glued to your skin. Katsuki almost sounded desperate but you couldn't tell much as he started rubbing your clit just above it with jerky, unfocused movements and you screamed a moan, clenching around his cock.

He was losing his mind, he couldn't think clear. His own moans, grunts and growls accompanied your sweet voice and this was heaven for him. For how many nights he dreamed of fucking your pretty little pussy? How many fucking times he jerked off to the image of you? And here you were, spread opened for him, mewling his name like a prayer, any other words forgotten. Bakugou threw his head back in a silent thank to the heavens as your cunt clenched yet again against him.

The moment he pushed your body into his member, that's when you trembled. Close, so fucking close. You forgot how to talk so you just begged as you were slammed again and again into him, feeling so small and weak in comparison to his brutal strength.

"I'm gonna— nngh— I'm—" you attempted but the sound of your squelching pussy distracted you. God, you were so, so wet, and God, he was fucking you so, so good.

"You gonna come, baby?" He gritted his teeth, pushing himself into your body, meeting you half-way. "You gonna cum on my cock?"

"Mmm—y-yeah." Almost. Almost. More! "Fuck! Harder! Please, please, plea—"

He didn't hesitate. If you thought he was rough, rhythm unforgiving into your tight pussy before, the way he thrusted his hips roughly, brutally into you made you instantly spasm. Eyes rolled back, mouth opened and lewd, desperate cries never as loud, your vision blackened for a second as you came. His fingers were still on your over-abused clit, rubbing and prolonging the orgasm as it came in waves.

He groaned into your neck, hips movements jerky as he chased his own release, feeling you milk him tightly as you came and came. The way you moaned his name drove him to the edge as he almost said it. The three words he felt for more than a year now. How he fucking wanted to break you as he swore them, but not yet.

As you rode your orgasm, you felt his approach. His strong fingers left your nub, instead he opted to wrap his whole arm around you and push his final, jerky moves before he groaned your name loudly into your ear. With few pumps left, cum filling your cunt and painting your walls white, you tilted your head to moan for him as your skin tingled under his touch. Your lips met in a slow kiss as he still rubbed against you until he finally stilled.

The palm of his hand pulled you closer by the cheek, deepening the kiss. You were both breathing heavily, throwing sloppy mouth opened kisses and trying to recover from what just happened.

"Fuck, princess..." still inside of you, he kissed and kissed, from your lips your jaw and back again to your mouth. With a hiss, he pulled from you but didn't go further back, instead he opted to turn you back towards him and gently lead you to lay down on the bed before he landed on top of you with a grunt.

"Holy fuck..." you muttered absolutely dazed while looking at the ceiling, feeling him rub himself against your ample chest and wrapping his arms all over your body. Did that just happen? You thought. It earned a snicker from him immediately.

"You can say that."

Handsy. Even if he was still panting, his hands grabbed flesh, palms dragging from your ass to hips to your shoulder blade, back to your chest to mold with it. It felt so natural, like you've done this countless times before, but no. This started as an unfortunate night and turned into perfection.

Tongue ran between your breasts, licking the sweat away and making you finally look down at the Adonis of a man plastered over you. He was giant, enormous. Big muscles, tanned and scarred skin, a head of fluffy ash blond hair and mischievous and dazy eyes. He looked drunk, you thought at first with a giggle, to which he raised a brow at you as his tongue reached upwards into your collarbone but your hand grasped the hairs at the back of his neck to pause him.

"Behave." You scolded. It was taking a while to recover from that earth shattering orgasm and he seemed to enjoy seeing you still attempt to regain all your senses.

His teeth ran over the bone before he left open mouthed kisses, long and watery. You tried to push him away gently but the shockwave of pleasure ran through your whole body and you gave him more access.

"Can't fucking expect me to behave—" he mocked, touching everywhere; so warm and heavy on your body, leaving a trail of lava. Not even noticing it, his thumb ran over your hardened nipple as he palmed your chest and Bakugou smirked into your collarbone when you arched into him, craving move. "—when you practically beg me to fuck you again like that, hmm?" It came out slurred as he licked your skin clean, then bit and licked again.

Katsuki wasn't going to let this opportunity waste. He was going to mark you and make you his again and again until all you knew was his name, his face and his cock burried inside of you. For so fucking long he waited...

His knee parted your tights as he grabbed your face into a forceful kiss. He dragged his lips long and hard against yours and grunted into your accepting moan. The way you pushed back into the kiss with the same strength sent a jolt down his body straight to his dick, loving how needy you were for him, adoring how you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

Feverish and again desperate, you rubbed your tight into his hardening member just to feel his breath tremble and fan over your face, satisfaction running through you.

But you halted and froze when his palm moved down, rubbing over your stomach casually. He wanted to reach lower and make you whimper again in his mouth, just as he fastly learned to adore, but your sudden change in attitude made him snap his eyes open and freeze in place as he waited for you to say anything.

He blinked worried as he caught your in guard expression, but your orbs didn't meet. You just looked down at the placement of his hand, lips pursed.

Images of your ex boyfriend flashed again in your mind, but this time the whole scenario took over. How he berated you, how he insulted you. How disgusted he looked as he gave you an up and down, calling you all sort of names in relation to your weight.

He saw it. The hurt in your eyes was so clear it almost made him bolt out of bed to go punch a mother-fucker. But no, at least not at the moment. Even if his guts turned with rage, all he wanted to do was to finally make it right. To finally make you his, something he should've done the moment he firstly met you and knew you were perfect for him.

Bakugou Katsuki was finally ready to talk and not let another opportunity waste ever again. He almost lost you once to a piece of garbage. It was time.

"I meant it." He ran his hand towards your hip to bring you back to reality. Your furrowed brows showed confusion as you really did try to hide under him. From his own gaze.

God, Katsuki wanted to kill someone. "You're perfect. You better fucking know that." He growled, lowering his face to yours again as he read your expression thoroughly. There was no escaping him once he made his decision. He was a stubborn asshole and planned to be your stubborn asshole after this.

A grin washed over him as he noticed how flustered you became but it didn't satisfy him. The look of bashful uncertainty, the millisecond it appeared and dissappeared from your expression was enough to make him know he'll always make sure to remind you that, in fact, you are perfect.

"You don't fucking get it, hah?" He growled into your lips before landing a strong peck. "You don't see how fucking beautiful you are." Another one. "How sexy and amazing you are." He growled into you this time, tongue invading your mouth as he layed all his body weight on you.

Iron grip parted your legs as he mindlessly positioned himself between them, fingers digging into your tight for support. But he stopped himself to place his forehead against yours, leaning on his elbow and hand into fist by your head.

"I had to watch you date that fucker for months." Your mouth went dry as he closed his eyes, not knowing he was trying to erase the memory of you kissing someone else; the memory of the bitterness on his tongue when barely a month prior to you dating that trashbag he finally realized just how deep he was in love with you; the dullness in his heart when you started fading away from your friendship to be with what ended to be a shit stain of a man.

"I had to watch the woman I fucking loved be with someone else—" his jaw clenched and he still had to open his eyes. It was hard to open up. His throat burned and he knew, if he dared to open them, he'd fall again into your spell and would forget how to talk. "Shit, [Y/N]—" he started cussing and the following kiss was so different, fragile even.

Meanwhile, the growing butterflies in your stomach started revolting as you observed the man that stole your heart a year ago struggle to confess that all that time he felt the same way. You didn't miss his trembling lip, or how he masked a sniffle with a sharp inhale as he breathed you in for a slow, needy kiss. Encircling him into your arms, you pulled and grasped his back muscles until you were almost one.

"I can't— I can't lose you again." He confessed. "Let me—" any attempt to talk got stuck in his throat. The moment he opened his eyes to ultimately seek you in, all he found was you tearing up under him. God, he almost panicked violently, about to jump back and regret making you uncomfortable with anything he word vomited but that was until he saw your smile, the corners of your lips shaky. Why did you look broken though?

"You loved me?"

"Love." Not even a moment to breathe he gave you, just corrected your sentence with no second thought. "I love you."

"You love me." You gaped at him, smile widening and tears falling freely. Bakugou did not know what the hell to do anymore so he opted to curtly nod, his heart playing the drums in his chest, same chest that was now colored red.

The same guy that fucked you roughly just to make you forget of a piece of shit ex that made you feel less than adequate, the same man that forced a kiss into you and somehow managed to get you into your own bed to make you feel like a goddess, the same ridiculous idiot that made you experience nirvana was now getting red of embarrassment.

But we're also talking about the same man that also did not know how to say what he truly felt unless he threatened to obliviate someone. The same man that took it upon himself to tell you he in fact loved you.

"I always loved you, Katsuki." Your lips trembled as you covered your eyes to wipe the tears threatening to fall like a cascade.

"You—?" How could you miss his choked up expression? "You... always loved... me?" The rush you felt at his cracked voice made your heart break. "Why didn't you— And... why the hell did you fucking— Why the hell did you start dating that fucking asshole then?"

Ah, that. It wasn't easy to remember those days. The way he ignored everyone, the way he always focused on his hero work, the way he snapped at you and treated you just as an annoyance at times, not much different of how he treated the others that managed and succeeded to somehow befriend him. You were friends, somewhat good friends, but that's it. Bakugou Katsuki would've never looked at you that way anyway. Impossible. Not when he had fangirls swarming over him every day. He payed them no mind but you knew it wouldn't take long for him to find someone. Your poor heart would've broken at the mere sight of him final finding a person truly deserving of him and you did not want to be there whenever it happened. The sea of absolutely beautiful women that started surrounding him just as he got more famous threatened to thicken day by day. It was only time...

"I wanted to move on because..." Your ex asked you out, plain and simple. And you launched yourself at the opportunity with desperate claws, all just to get away from an imminent heartbreak. To forget about...

"Because?!"

"I never thought you'd ever be with someone like... me..." His soul left his body momentarily. Blank red eyes just stared at you until an ugly scowl washed over him.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?!" But you just sighed and looked down at your plump and curvy body, signaling with your hand as if it was obvious yet got another blank stare. "That supposed to mean something?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Katsuki. Like you never heard people commenting about us whenever we went out. It's fucking weird!" You attempted to push him off you but he did not bulge, just scowled. "It was weird when we were friends— I'm so fat and you're just so—" you push again but don't attempt to finish the sentence. "They all whispered how the fuck can you be around m—me!"

"Who the fuck dared to say that?" The icy tone made you freeze.

"Everyone. Everywhere we went."

"HAH?!" Your wrist was in his grip as he tried to catch your attention. "And who the fuck cares what they think?!"

"I did..." You mumbled, giddy and ashamed at the same time, feeling so out of place arguing after you both confessed. "I thought— I think that too."

"Fuck no." He deadpanned.

"What?" You stupidly asked, confused.

"I said fuck no. You don't get to fucking think that about the woman I love, dumbass." There he is. You blurted out laughing at his random remark. The way he easily made your chest burn with love, straightforwardly throwing such words without care. "The fuck you laughing at? I'm serious. I will break you, woman." You giggle some more because he sounded dead serious. Tension washed off his shoulders but he did not sound teasing, just matter-of-factly.

There was more to talk about, but your eyes stung, your heart went through a tsunami in a single day and you just now remembered how awfully naked both of you actually were. As if suddently shy under the memories of rushed sex, kisses and confessions, you bit your lip and batted your eyelashes at him. Maybe it was time to meet him in the middle.

He finds himself enthralled at the sight under him. Specially at how your lips curled deliciously before you said: "You promise?"

And that's how Bakugou Katsuki groaned and barely surpressed a cuss before falling back into your arms, ready to show you that indeed you two are made for each other. To imprint in that pretty head of yours that you're perfection to him.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou Katsuki x plus size reader #bakugou x plus size reader #bakugou x chubby reader #bakugou Katsuki x chubby reader

450 notes · View notes

hotwings0203 · 3 years

Note

Yandere serial killer au! Izukus in love with a twisted but seductive darling that will catch him regardless of the cat and mouse act? Btw he is a closeted Incel taking revenge on girls that loved his bully. but he respects darling and his mom

Tw:noncon, vouyerism, murder, misogyny

“Izuku,” you purr into his ear and let your fingernails spread out on his tense shoulders. “Why the long face baby? Don’t tell me you didn’t like the show?”

The green haired man clears his throat and shakily adjusts his collar. Everyone else in the club is having the time of their lives, grinding up on each other and pouring drinks on each other’s bodies to lick up.

You were on the dance floor not too long ago too.

You were grinding and bumping between two burly men, throwing your head back and gyrating your ass against the man behind you while rubbing your hands all over the others’ chest, the same way you’re doing to him right now.

But the show you’re referring to isn’t that erotic scene. It’s the one that unfolded in the bathroom while he was in the stall next to you.

You had cried and moaned for the ravenous man to leave you alone, to let go of you, but if he responded then Izuku didn’t hear it.

That might also be because he was violently jacking off in the stall while listening to your hopeless whimpers and the sound of flesh slapping flesh.

“I know you were in there. I made sure to be extra loud for you baby.” Your lips brush against his ear and he tightens his hold on his glass. He takes a wide swig and almost chokes when he feels your wandering hands travel down his sides and slowly splay across his hard bulge.

“I bet you were even harder when your best friend was fucking my pussy and raping my mouth. Did you want to join in too?”

He sees Mina take Kirishima’s hand and lead him to the dance floor. He sees her pressing her tight cleavage all over his body and lock lips with the bewildered red head, taking advantage of his moments’ hesitation.

All you bitches were the same.

Nice guys like him and Kirishima are toyed with, used practically for anything leeches with vaginas can get their hands on. Dick, money, fame, it didn’t matter to women as long as they had fun along the way.

And the douchebag’s that make their way out of the fray? Well, take a look at the man in the stall who was raping you.

Childhood “best friend’ Bakugo Katsuki, grade-A asshole and pussy magnet.

Is that what you wanted? A bastard who wouldn’t give you the time of the day otherwise unless he used you the same way you’ve used others?

Maybe that’s why you moaned so loud. After all, you did say you were putting a show on for him.

It was your fault for teasing him, of course he was going to get hard when you beg so cutely.

“Well don’t worry, Deku,” you whisper in his ears while brushing his hair back. “You’ll get your turn one day. It probably won’t be any time soon…I mean, you’re lucky a girl like me is even giving a creep like you attention. I can tell you’re a virgin by hard you’re getting.”

You relish in how his knuckles turn white as he grips his glass even tighter, sending that he’s nearly at his breaking point.

“Isn’t that right big boy? Your teeny weeny’s getting all uncomfortable ’cause I’m being so mean?” You pout and use a finger to turn his face to you.

His cheeks are flushed, there’s perspiration on his forehead and he’s breathing unevenly through his nose. Just to put the cherry on top, you lean clears and tilt your head at an angle where both your lips align perfectly. His eyes lower and mouth parts as his breathing gets heavier.

You resume massaging him through his pants and he tries to contain the bucking in his hips. “Want me to take care of it for you? Same way I did with Kacchan?”

His eyes flicker and his breath gets caught in his throat.

“Do you…do you really mean it?” He utters softly, gazing up at you with hope and lust riddled across his green orbs.

The party rages on in front you two, uncaring of the consequences happening on the couch.

“No.”

All of a sudden he feels his clothed dick getting punched brutally and he yelps, frantically trying to shove your body off of him.

“Get off, are you crazy?” His bowling cuts off into a squeak as you dig your nails into where you think his tip is. Your hands file through his unruly locks and grip them right, causing him to grimace and fumble between setting down his glass and loosen your hands off.

You cackle madly and lick a long stripe from his jaw to his ear, cooing when he squirms.

“You’re still holding back little shit nerd. This is exactly why you get no bitches…and no friends, either. Why exactly are you the only one sitting here, stewing in your own perverted little fantasies of raping me?”

When you finally let go and shove his head down to avoid causing a scene, Deku is left scowling softly to himself and watching your ass away back and forth as you saunter your sexy figure in between Denki and Sero’s raging hard-ons.

It might be the alcohol, or it might be you that omits such a reaction.

You were wrong, you know.

Or at least half wrong.

Because he’s not the only one left sitting by himself because he wants to imagine you getting forced on your knees by him, no.

It’s because Izuku Midoriya is a patient man.

He saves people.

And so when you’re swaggering back to your car, keys jangling in your ring-clad hand, he’s covering Bakugo’s running mouth and driving a hunting knife into his heart, again, and again, and a-fucking-gain.

He’s saving you from being caught up in the hothead’s ministrations.

He’s also saving Kacchan by warding your magic off from him.

But maybe next time he’ll explain that logic before you both die by his hand.

#weird little incel deku #incel deku #creep deku #tw:noncon #tw:murder #tw:misogyny #deku mha #mha deku #bnha deku #villain izuku #midoriya izuku #yandere deku #yandere izuku #mha #bnha

163 notes · View notes

ushiwakaout · 3 years

Text

Things I believe Bakugo Katsuki would say if you dated (from the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep)

Reflect quirk! reader (like monoma they are able to use other people’s quirks but just like a mirror, you’re able to replicate your opponents quirk twice as strong, it’s more like a forcefield that deflects power)

“Hey, Idiot wake up, you gotta go back to your room before erased head finds out.” (4:40 am)

“I don’t wanna get in trouble so hurry up.”

“Let go of me you brat!”

“Fine just, let go... I’ll walk you to your room.”

“Hurry up, i don’t wanna get caught.”

“Don’t kiss me in the hallways.”

“I said no-”

“Fine, fine, just stop looking at me like that jeez.”

“Wait hold on, do you wanna train with me, you’re getting sloppy at combat.”

“Ow! What the hell did you hit me for!”

“What do you mean you don’t need-“

*pinches your nose pretty hard*

“What if you lose your quirk huh?! you know that’s a possibility now right!”

“I want you to be able to fight for yourself now get changed and meet me downstairs.”

*will 100% not go easy on you but neither will you*

“Just because you pinned me down doesn’t mean you win.” (5:40 am)

“What time is it already?”

“We should probably hit the showers...”

“No you can’t shower with me! You crazy?!”

“Come on let’s go.”

*will push you off him so he can pick you up and have an excuse to keep holding your hand*

“Hey! Blow dry my hair.” (6:00 am)

“Stop calling me a pomeranian!”

*Bites you*

“You the one who keeps calling me dog, so i’ll act like one!”

*kisses the hand he bit*

“Now you sit down, it’s your turn.”

*he’ll never address it but he loves pampering you*

“Keep you head still jumpy.”

“Stop complaining that it’s too warm, it’s a blow drier, it’s supposed to be warm.”

“You smell good.”

“I didn’t say shit!”

“You’re hearing things, did you clean your ears right?”

“Come on let’s go get breakfast.” (6:30 am)

“What are you looking at shitty hair!”

*you sit in his desk while waiting for aizawa to get to class*

tenya: “Y/n, the table is not a seat, please go sit down!”

*bakugo pulling you into his lap*

“Their sitting on their seat now four eyes.”

*two minutes before the bell rings he pushes you off and taps your thighs*

“Go sit down.” (7:28 am)

*will glace at you during class even if he has to look back at you*

*during break you don’t leave class and he makes i sit on his lap again*

“Did you bring any snacks?” (10:30 am)

“Give me.”

*will eat half of your snacks bc he’s a growing boy and he’s always hungry*

“Did you finish this weeks homework.”

“If you didn’t understand then why didn’t you ask me.”

“I won’t yell at you idiot, you’re not shitty hair, pikachu or soy sauce.”

“Just tell me when you need help, i don’t mind.”

“Go back to your seat, the bells gonna ring any minute now.” (11:00 am)

*if you sit in front of him instead of hagakure, he draws on your back with his finger*

“What did i draw? *whispering* nope, i drew a crown.”

*working in groups*

“What’d you get for the answer?”

“Yeah thats fine, i got that too. Mmm- you missed this right here.”

*always corrects your homework and explains it bc he doesn’t want you to fail test*

“Understand? Good.”

“Yeah, good job baby.”

“I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING!!!”

“Let’s get lunch, come on before the spicy noddles run out.” (1:00 pm)

“It’s not that spicy, don’t be a crybaby.”

“Here, drink some milk.”

“Don’t ask why i got milk, shut up.”

“What’d you get?”

“Give me some.”

“You want more noodles?”

“You’re not gonna finish that?”

“Shitty hair, eat their food before it goes to waste.”

“Grab me a water while you’re up?”

“Thanks.”

*after eating he holds your hand under the table while he talks to kirishima*

“What are you- ?”

“Don’t fall asleep on my shoulder, you lazy bum.”

kirishima: “i think they fell asleep.”

“shut up, i know.”

*doesn’t wake you up until the bell does*

“Good morning lazy ass.” (2:00 pm)

“Come on, let’s get to class.”

“No im not.... *sighs* fine, shut up, i said fine... Get on ny back.”

“Shut up shitty-hair!”

“Get down, you’re heavy.”

“HEY! I was joking you shit.”

*kisses your head before getting into the classroom*

*if you’re paired up with bakugo to spar, people get a little afraid bc you both tend to go overboard*

“DIE!!!”

“You missed.”

“You barely touched me.”

“COME BACK HERE!!!”

*both of you end up in the nurses office bruised*

“Stop apologizing, you barely grazed me.”

you: “bakugo, i literally used you’re explosion against you and you flew across the room...”

“Like i said, i’m fine.” (4:30 pm)

“Come on let’s go back to the dorm.”

*kisses your head again*

*doesn’t hold your hand but his hand is on your lower back as he walks with you to the dorms*

“Head into the showers, i’ll meet you back i’m my room.”

*you don’t knock when going into his room.*

you: “Are you reading shojo?”

“Tell anyone and i’ll kill you.”

you: “....continue.”

*cuddling while he’s reading shojo*

“Did you eat yet?” (5:30 pm)

“No? Come on i’ll make you dinner.”

“What do you want?”

*bakugo cooking katsudon and izuku comes out sniffing it out*

izuku: “is that katsudon?”

“Yeah, hands off! It’s for y/n!”

*izuku stealing some of your food but it’s not stealing bc you said it was fine*

“HEY! I SAID HANDS OFF DEKU!!!”

izuku: “I’m sorry kacchan!”

“We sleeping in your room or mine?”

“Why do i gotta pick, i asked you.”

*cuddling in your room while he reads one of your favorite shojo*

“Shut up and go to sleep.” (7:00 pm)

“What do you mean it’s early?”

“I’m not a goody two shoes for sleeping at 8.”

“I will leave.”

*you make fun of him and he leaves*

*bakugo ten minutes later in front of your door w his pillow*

“I can’t sleep...” (8:10 pm)

“Shut up and let me sleep already.”

*he holds you while his head is deep in your chest, hands under your shirt and keeping you warm*

*wakes up from a nightmare*

“Shit- shit.... I’m sorry.... I- I didn’t mean to scare you.” (1:00 am)

“I’m fine i just... just stay with me alright?”

“Just shut up and hold me.”

“yeah whatever.... i love you too- i guess.”

*please caress his hair, it helps him fall asleep faster... he also falls asleep while holding your hand and NO YOU CANT LET GO bc it’ll wake him up*

324 notes · View notes

patchofsunlight · 4 years

Text

i’m reposting bc it’s not showing up in the tags and I’m mad about it lmao!! hope you like it!!

check out my 800 followers event!

warnings: cursing because uh. this is bakugou katsuki. and this is so long. i put so much more effort into this than into any of the others i can’t do anything if i’m in love with him i’m sorry

Katsuki definitely did not think he would fall in love with an extra like you. In fact, he did not think he would fall in love at all.

Yet he did. Like an idiot.

You were friends with fucking Deku, of course, and almost as annoying as him. He always saw you around with him and the Half-and-Half Bastard and he promised himself he would never give you more than a glare because you simply did not deserve to be in his thoughts, and he succeeded at that

at first.

You decided to live rent-free in his mind after the Sports Festival. That was the first time he actually payed attention to you and it was safe to say he was slightly impressed

He was sure you would’ve ended up on the final battles if you hadn’t had to fight Icyhot before you got there

even then, you gave the idiot a run for his money and Katsuki was surprised with how long you held your own, getting a bunch of good hits and losing only because Todoroki was, well, Todoroki.

He respected you a bit after that

but he did not respect the way you were always plaguing his thoughts and dreams like a fucking virus of sorts

It was irritating as fuck and he wanted to kill someone over it.

Whenever he saw you his heart sped up to ten miles per minute and it made him see red with anger. He wasn’t sure what made you so important, anyway. Yes, you were powerful and somewhat pretty but still an idiot and Deku’s friend so how good could you actually be? Certainly not much

Still, there he was, thinking about you like a fucking stupid dumbass

He hated it, despised it, it made his blood boil. This was probably caused by some secondary quirk bullshit you had that no one knew about and he was tired of losing his damn time over it.

And you were always talking to him. For some god awful reason your seat was close to his and so you would ask about his day and about what he had for lunch and about his studies and a bunch of ridiculous shit he didn’t give a fuck about

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N, I don’t wanna talk to a fucking extra like you.”

“Why so grumpy, Explosion Boy?”

“I’LL KILL YOU”

he obviously didn’t.

It was weirdly comforting to have someone interested in his life, if he was honest about it.

But not much. It’s not like he liked you or appreciated you in anyway, of course not. That would be absolute bullshit and he was not willing to deal with it.

Getting kidnapped by the League of Villains was one of the worst things to ever happen to him.

Even though he fought his way through survival and didn’t get hurt or anything, it was still pretty terrible and, well, with everything that happened with All Might later... It’s safe to say it didn’t leave him feeling exactly good about himself

Besides, damn Deku was the one to help him escape and it pissed him off.

Specially because you were there too and how much of an idiot did you have to be to get caught up in something like that?

Did you want to die or something? Fucking extra. It made him so mad.

And worried, too, because what if you had gotten hurt? What if something bad had happened and he couldn’t help? Not that he cared, of course, but the thought of you being anything but healthy and fine made his heart jump uncomfortably in his chest and he didn’t like it one bit.

After that, you suddenly decided you wanted to be his friend or some bullshit, and it was the most annoying thing he had ever had to go through.

Talking to him randomly during class wasn’t fucking enough for you? Did you really have to walk with him to the dorms and invite him to have lunch with you? God, you were really insufferable.

But he found himself appreciating your company, sometimes. It was nice to have someone by his side like that, even if he couldn’t stand you

And maybe the fluttering of his heart whenever you smiled wasn’t all that bad.

You suddenly became a part of the Bakusquad after inviting him to have lunch with you multiple times and being rejected all of them until Mina started inviting YOU to have lunch with THEM instead and he wasn’t sure how to react to it

Kaminari was always fucking babbling with you about something and it got on his nerves

It was still better than seeing you running around with fucking Deku though. Deku did not deserve your friendship.

Sometimes, when you are too invested in conversation with someone else during lunch, he can’t help but steal glances at you and bite back a smile.

You’re cute when you’re excited.

He slowly stops complaining about you walking him to his dorm

You keep playfully saying you do it in case someone tries to kidnap him on the way and he screams at you for it everytime, but something tells you he goes easy on you for some reason.

There’s this one time when you call Kirishima “cheap ass red rock candy”

You’re only joking around and Kirishima knows this, so he only rolls his eyes and lightly punches your shoulder

but, for the first time ever, Katsuki laughs. He tries to hold it back like he does with every smile you bring to his lips, but he can’t, and the way your eyes sparkle at the sound sends his stomach in a frenzy

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh before,” you tell him quietly while you walk towards the dorms later that day, curiously avoiding his glare as you blush. He furrows his brows. It’s not like you to do that, but his heart does sommersaults in his chest at your bashfulness and he hates it.

“So fucking what?” his voice is aggressive, but there’s a hint of warmth rising to his face.

“It’s a nice sound,” you smile ever so softly and he stops breathing for a moment, “you should laugh more.”

“Whatever,” he mutters, hiding away his own red cheeks from your questioning eyes and walking a bit faster.

After that, he tries less to bite back his laughter. It’s almost subconscious and no one comments on it, but Kaminari, Kirishima, Mina, and Sero exchange knowing looks while you excitedly tell him about the last movie you watched and he grunts in acknowledgement, his full attention on you even as he avoids your eyes and stares at his lunch.

There’s this one time when you go to his room because you can’t sleep and it makes him so angry because he was already absolutely knocked out

yet he can see how much you’re fidgeting and something about the fact you came to him of all people causes his stomach to flutter, so he lets you in and listens while you tell him you’ve been having nightmares lately.

That’s the first time you ever sleep in his room, but neither of you acknowledge the way you’re holding each other when you wake up

It becomes kind of a tradition for you to go see him when you can’t sleep. He always complains about it and tells you to grow the fuck up, but lets you in anyway.

He likes to hold you while you sleep. It calms down his erratic heart and it’s nice, he figures. It’s nice to have someone to wait for, specially if that someone is you.

Katsuki tries not to think too much about what the feelings he gets when he’s next to you mean. After all, you’re still some annoying extra he couldn’t care less about, right?

Right?

It happens one cold night in the dorms’s common room.

You are just hanging out with him and the Bakusquad, watching some movie about something Katsuki doesn’t care about. He’s just looking through his social medias and ignoring all conversation going around him

You’re seated on the other couch, next to Sero, and he knows there’s a spot just on your other side, and a part of him longs to occupy it and be next to you, but he knows that’s stupid, so he stays put, even when you suddenly glance at him and smile when you notice how his eyes were already on you

He rolls his eyes and scowls, feeling his face heat up, but keeps quiet.

Then fucking Deku comes around and sits beside you. He’s obviously upset about something and Katsuki wants to kick his ass for simply being in close proximity to you

Yes, he knows you’re his friend too, but still. Deku can get fucked.

Deciding just being next to you isn’t enough, Izuku leans his head on your shoulder.

Katsuki sees fucking red. He’s ready to get up and punch his nose, but that was before you lifted your hand to play with the boy’s green hair, quietly asking him if everything was alright before you engaged in a whisper-filled conversation.

If looks could kill, Deku would’ve been dead in a second.

Kirishima is the first to notice how absolutely rageful he is.

“Hey, Bakubro, are you okay?”

“Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair.”

He follows Katsuki’s glare and widens his eyes at the sight of you and Midoriya, smirking.

“Are you worried, Bakubro? Don’t worry, they’re just friends! She only has eyes for you!”

“I’m pretty sure I told you to shut up, didn’t I?”

“Come on, Bakubro! Your crush is definitely not in love with Midoriya, okay?”

“I don’t have a fucking crush, Shitty Hair!”

all eyes turn to his fuming figure after he screams. Izuku takes his head away from your shoulder, brows furrowing in confusion. You stare at Katsuki with concern, silently asking yourself what could have brought him to this outburst.

He groans in anger before standing up and leaving the room, unable to stay around you and fucking Deku any longer.

Mina sends you a look and you’re on your feet, telling Izuku you would be right back and running after the angry blond.

He was sitting on the stairs just outside the dorms, trying to control his own fury. You sit next to him and he scowls.

“What happened back there, Katsuki?” you question softly and his first name on your lips has him on the verge of an emotional breakdown. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he groans, looking at the ground as so to avoid your sharp eyes, “I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Did I fucking stutter?”

You smile lightly at his manners, moving your head so you could watch him more attentively.

“Well, I heard you talk about having a crush. What about that, huh?”

He blushes immediately, scowling even harder and turning away from you so you can’t see his face, “I said I don’t have a crush, you idiot.”

You hum in acknowledgement, “that’s too bad.”

Katsuki moves his neck so fast it almost gives him whiplash, and he blushes harder when he notices how close to him you are.

“What do you fucking mean by that?”

“I wouldn’t mind you having a crush if it was on me.”

He melts on the spot, heartbeat speeding so much he can barely feel it beating.

You two stare at each other and he absolutely loves the cheeky grin on your face.

You look so pretty when you smile.

He kisses you before he can overthink it, chest fluttering at the feeling of your smile against his lips. He ends up smiling too, just a bit.

Katsuki definitely did not think he would fall in love with an extra like you. In fact, he did not think he would fall in love at all.

Yet he did, and he could begrudgingly admit it wasn’t actually that bad.

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #bnha x reader #bnha #mha x reader #mha #bakugou x reader #nina's 800 event

678 notes · View notes

satoruseme · 3 years

Text

fire & desire (ch. 1)

Author: frogfits

Paring: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Genre: Friends to Lovers, UA!AU

Word Count: 2.7K

Description: You are student at UA High School, in class 1A. You had all grown close during your first year, especially a certain few. Your extremely powerful water quirk places you at one of the top spots in the class, along with some of your closest friends. But when your best friend begins to open up to you even more than he has before, even risking his life, what will come of it?

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"I love my little great explosion murder god dynamite." you said, pinching Bakugou's cheek in between your right thumb and pointer finger, only for him to grab your wrist and place it back on your own desk.

You had decided you were just going to mess with him today, and after the class chose hero names last week, you couldn't help but use his ridiculous choice to your full advantage. He did still owe you anyway, and the name was brutally embarrassing, so what could be better?

"Do you wanna die?" He asked, glaring up at you from his spot across from you, still having a grip on your wrist before releasing it when he noticed his pencil was about to roll off of his desk.

Aizawa had just assigned partners for the next project that would be due soon. It had something to do with how to assist citizens in a fire, something you had been seriously trying to focus on, as this was crucial information to a future pro hero, but today was just one of those days you could not seem to focus.

"Yeah, kinda. How did you know?" You replied, not looking up from your paper that was just placed in front of you moments before by Sero, muttering a quick thanks before getting to work.

Bakugou looked up at you for a moment, only a second of amusement illuminating his face, before looking down at his own paper and getting started on the first question.

"I feel like this isn't even good information." Bakugou stated only a few minutes later before letting out a deep sigh of frustration.

He studied you intently as you paid no knowledge to what he was saying, too engulfed in your work. You had heard him, but your brain needed to finish this question before responding.

"Hey, don't you think this is like, extra important to someone with an extremely deadly explosion quirk that has a lot to do with fire?" You retorted, still not looking up to meet his eye as he glowered back at you.

"Hey, don't you think this is like, not even important to someone with an extremely strong and ridiculously stupid water quirk?"

He smirked after saying this, the comment causing you to snap your head up and just look at him, no emotion etched into your face whatsoever. He scribbled something onto his paper, most likely not an answer, or anything relatively important for that matter.

"Hey, don't you think you're just jealous because I beat your ass in mock villain combat the other d-'' You started, but were quickly interrupted.

"Hey, don't you think you two should shut the fuck up and do your worksheets?"

You moved your head to the side to peek around Bakugou, meeting the eyes of your favorite half and half boy. You couldn't control the blush that rose to your cheeks as he smirked when he made eye contact with you, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Hey, don't you think you should mind your own business icy-hot?" Bakugou retorted, not even having to look behind him to know who the transgressor was. He was still vigorously scribbling content onto his assigned worksheet.

You chewed on the end of your pencil as you thought about how class 1A had grown exponentially close this year, but especially you, Todoroki, Bakugou, Midoriya and Denki. Of course your best friend Ashe, who was currently in 1-B, but actually qualified to transfer into the hero course at the start of next year, along with Hitoshi Shinso, who you had only spoken to a handful of times.

You and Ashe had applied and of course taken the entrance exams together to get into UA, but Ashe ended up lacking only 3 points in the practical exam to make it into the hero course, making her the top of the support class. This became an advantage when finals this year rolled around and she had placed higher than most people that were actually in the hero course, not as a surprise to you, since you knew Ashe's abilities.

Todoroki let out a short laugh and turned back around. He had been paired with Kirishima for this assignment, and you couldn't help but feel bad for him as you noticed he sat and listened to Kirishima ramble on about one of his friends from middle school who had reached out to him recently, who he ended up going to a party with last weekend. It sounded like a boring conversation and you were relieved that you had gotten paired up with one of your close friends, whom you could tell to shut up when necessary.

"How long does it take for skin to burn to the bone?" Bakugou's eyes went wide as he read question number four out loud, "What the fuck kind of question is that?"

"Language, Katsuki." Aizawa muttered as he walked up behind you. He was so quiet you hadn't even noticed him walking up. You had only hoped he didn't hear any content from the previous immature conversation.

"S-sorry." He muttered, putting his paper back onto the desk aggressively. He looked angry, as per usual, but it seemed like there was something bothering him more than usual today. Was it you? There was really no way of telling, and it isn't like you could ask him either, because there is no way in the burning pits of hell that he would tell you if there was something bothering him. He is the type of person that wants to seem strong and like they have it all together, so they will never tell you if something is wrong.

"Hey, Baku." You said, kicking his leg gently under the table.

He looked up at you begrudgingly and muttered, "What?"

"Are you coming over tonight? My parents are gone so we are all gonna use the pool." You stared at him and waited for an answer, "It's finally the weekend so we don't have to stay in the dorms."

He knew he might as well give in now. You weren't one to take no for an answer very often, and this was for sure one of those moments where you, indeed, were not going to take no for an answer. Obviously something was bothering him, and if you couldn't get him to tell you, you could at least offer a brief distraction.

"That depends. Are you and Todoroki going to be all over each other this time?" He glanced up at you and smirked, knowing that nothing made you angrier than being teased over your small crush.

It was impossible to hide at this point, at least from Bakugou and Ashe. Most of your other friends had taken oblivion to it.

You kicked him hard under the table earning a small grunt from him.

"Shut up, dumbass. You know there is absolutely nothing there." You glanced at the back of Todoroki's head, hoping he hadn't heard Bakugou's stupid remark.

"That doesn't answer my question." He stared down at his paper, as if the answer was just going to pop up on the page.

"Well, just for your sake, no. In fact, just for you, I won't even talk to him. I'll cling by your side all night and never leave." You said, knowing that is absolutely not what he wanted at all, "Oh! And I'll even tell Deku to hang out with us too! We can be a cute little trio!"

"I'm not coming."

As soon as you had opened your mouth to respond, Aizawa had dismissed class, and upon looking at the clock above the board you saw that it was, in fact, time for the day to be over.

You stood from your seat, adjusting your skirt as you watched Bakugou put his desk back in place, quickly grabbing his bag and power walking out of the room.

You couldn't quite put a finger on what could possibly be bothering him today. Of course, everything bothered him, but you knew him well enough by now to know that there was something deeper than his usual annoyance issues.

"What's his problem?" Todoroki said, coming to stand next to you while you gathered all of your belongings.

"I don't know, he always has a problem." you said, rolling your eyes and throwing your bag over your shoulder as you followed Shouto out of the classroom, having to squeeze through Koda and Shoji, the two biggest people ever.

Once you and Todoroki arrived on the sidewalk outside of school, you walked side by side and discussed the night ahead, always excited for a night to not stay in the dorms.

UA gave the students one weekend per month to stay home instead of at the dorms, so you tried to take advantage of this as much as possible. You usually spent it at Todoroki's house, but his parents had some weird plans and didn't want multiple kids at his house.

You were kind of pissed that your dad couldn't get out of work this weekend, seeing as how it was your one weekend that you could spend with him. That left two entire months of not seeing him. With this being brought back to the forefront of your mind, you gripped your backpack straps a little harder, staring into the ground as if to try and burn a hole into it. He was all you had besides your friends, and here he was just throwing it away.

Your thoughts were interrupted by an elbow colliding with your upper arm, jolting your head up to see what was happening. You looked at Todoroki, since you knew he was the one who did it, only to follow his gaze to a taller figure standing right in front of you.

"Oh! Gosh, Mr. Aizawa, you scared the crap out of me." You said, holding your hand over your chest to steady your breathing, "Don't you know we're traumatized? You gotta give me a little warning before you sneak up."

"Deepest apologies, y/n. But I have something I would like to discuss with the two of you." He said, smirking at your joke only momentarily before becoming serious again, looking in between the two of you, "You two seem to be the strongest minded when it comes to your little friend group, and the class in general."

You and Todoroki stayed silent but left your undivided attention as you waited for your teacher to continue, well, whatever it was he was going on about.

"Whatever you do, do not let anything stupid happen. After last month, we are on thin ice with still allowing this weekend arrangement to continue. I'm counting on you two to keep your friends out of trouble." He finished with a sigh, obviously frustrated with the demented teens who just couldn't seem to ever control themselves and behave.

Last month, we had spent the free weekend at Todoroki's house and Bakugou, Midoriya, Kirishima and Iida decided they needed to have a contest on how hard they could attack random chairs in Todoroki's backyard. Todoroki actually had mostly instigated it by telling them that they could use the chairs to test out their punches, but he wasn't going to confess that to anybody. At the finish of this "contest" Iida ended up with a huge burn on his leg from of course, our one and only, who had gotten irate when he fell behind in the stupid contest. We all know the boy can't take any type of defeat, as was deeply proven when he sent a small uncontrolled blast at the chair.

"You can count on me sir, we will be at my residence this weekend, and my dad doesn't destroy stuff on the regular like someone's father, so chairs are not allowed to be destroyed." You said, earning a stifled laugh from Todoroki.

You both regularly joked about your parental issues, since both of you really only had a father figure in the house, if you could even give them that amount of credit.

Todoroki's father, Endeavor, and your father, Steel Wave, actually worked for the same pro hero agency. Endeavor was currently ranked at the number one hero spot, your dad shuffling low at about, well, sixty-seven. If it weren't for their long standing friendship, Endeavor would have never let your father work at his agency, you were fairly certain.

Todoroki had nodded in agreement at your statement about keeping an eye out, all while trying to hold in a small laugh.

"Thank you. Now get lost, and don't have too much fun." Aizawa replied with a smirk, folding his arms behind his back and making his way back toward the building.

You let out a breath you didn't realize that you were holding in, mainly because your whole class had already almost been reprimanded from your weekend activities and you could only hope that was the end of the troubles.

It was silent for a moment as you and Todoroki began your walk back to your neighborhood. You two usually walked together because you did in fact live in the same neighborhood, just on opposite ends.

"So who all is for sure coming tonight?" Todoroki asked, breaking you from your thoughts once again.

"Uh let's see," you began, trying to recall everyone who has verified their attendance, "well us, of course, Midoriya, Denki, Iida, Tokoyami, Momo and Ashe, who said she was bringing a friend but I do not know who, and um, those are the only people that have actually verified."

"Bakugou?" Todoroki questioned, looking your way.

You let out a sigh, feeling a twinge of guilt as you thought back to the events in class. You should have talked him into it. Stupid time. You wished you could ask him what was wrong, but every time you did so, he would snap and it would make it worse. You always tried to be a good best friend, but he made it almost impossible sometimes. Bakugou always listened when something was bothering you, and would even offer to kill anyone who had made you upset. It made you feel like a bad friend that you couldn't reciprocate the same support, since he would never tell you.

You pulled out your phone to text him, hoping maybe he would actually look at it, let alone respond.

You: I'm always here for you Baku [3:46PM]

You: Pls come tonight [3:46PM]

Lingering for a moment, you stared at your phone, even though you were fully aware nothing was going to appear.

You placed your phone back into your pocket, turning to look at Todoroki, "We will see."

He sighed, turning the corner of the sidewalk, which meant we had arrived at the front of Todoroki's house.

"I'll see you at 6, y/n." He started, turning away from you to walk to his front steps before turning back around, "Hey, don't worry too much, okay? He probably just didn't sleep very well last night."

Your expression softened, realizing that he was right. You probably had no reason to worry at all, and you started wondering why you had even begun worrying in the first place.

"Thanks, Shouto. I'll see you in a few hours." You sent him a small smile, that he returned, before turning around and starting your walk home.

You got lost in thought yet again, not seeming to be able to get out of your head today. Between the anger you had felt toward your father, the issue with Bakugou, and now you were thinking about Todoroki and how nice he always was to you. The bout of emotions had you pretty stressed out, and you were excited to just relax in the pool with a drink that was mixed by no other than Tokoyami himself.

Tokoyami was the group's official mixologist. His drinks may be mostly straight liquor, but that's what you all needed. Training to be a pro hero, while also being a teenager trying to figure ourselves out, was something that was extremely exhausting mentally and physically.

You suddenly felt drops of water running down your arm. Shit.

Quickly wiping it away, you kept walking. You needed to calm down. This happened often whenever you would get too worked up.

Calming down your quirk was something you had been working on all year long. Before you learned as much as you have, the water would come out in large spurts. Now, it would only drip, but it was something you wanted to stop completely.

Reaching your front steps, you felt a buzz in your back pocket. Reaching into it and pulling your phone out, it lit up with a text.

Baku: Fine. But I'm not showing up until 9 [4:08PM]

a/n: thank you for reading! new chapters will be posted frequently, as listed on the fire & desire master list.

FIRE & DESIRE MASTER LIST

masterlist

#bakugou angst #bakugou x reader #bakugou headcanons #bakugou smut #bakugou x y/n #katsuki bakugo x reader #todoroki shouto #todoroki shoto x reader

144 notes · View notes

aka-ashi-keiji · 3 years

Text

“the words I couldn’t say”

Bakugou Katsuki

Angst, One shot

tw: character death, description of hospital.

a/n: no idea how i had the strength to write this but i did cry while doing so, i hope you do too ;)

Bakugou Katsuki. Your best friend, your neighbor, your classmate, the “fire” to your ice, and unknowingly your first love. Looking back on all the years you spent with him, all the plans you made together for the rest of your life, you never thought you’d be put in this position.

For months, this was the routine. School, hospital, Bakugou, home. Then repeat. But after today, there wasn’t going to be a “repeat”. The explosive light that once ran through his blood colored irises, was now fading and slipping through your fingertips. The fingertips that gripped the sleeve of the hospital gown that would soon be the last piece of fabric to grace his skin.

The same eyes that glared at you with jealousy and admiration of your growth as a child, now only displayed the bare minimum of life. But you could see it, you could see in the way his forearm flexed under your grip that he still had thoughts to voice. Although you knew he couldn’t, you also knew what he was trying to say.

Each visit to him was sealed with an ‘i love you’ from your lips, and an ‘i know’ from his. Bakugou was finally ready to reciprocate your farewell, but the barrier of a sickness restricted his ability to. While you silently burned this last image of him into your consciousness, you could feel the presence of the paper folded thrice in you pocket, the power of its presence burning into the side of your thigh. That paper, the paper you had taken hours to write, only to erase the words and start over once more. The final words you had written that stayed, were the ones you hoped Katsuki would die holding close to his heart.

Don’t cry.

That’s what you promised yourself. You wouldn’t cry until he was actually gone, you prayed those tears would never come. Your grip on his sleeve moved down to his pale hand. You fingers wrapped around the side of his palm, your hand half the size of his. His hands built like an iron fist, made to withstand those beautiful explosions that were meant to save the world. You focused on the feeling of his calloused skin against your trembling fingers, shaken by the fear of what was coming. And to your dismay, it looked as if it were already here.

His breathing became more rapid and his chest stuttered, his body flexed with pain and his eyes shut with discomfort. You wanted to force them back open, afraid to let go of the sight of the eyes that frightened others, but soothed you. His hand relaxed out of your grip, but you connected yourselves once more. You didn't have the strength to let go yet, you couldn’t let go of the hands that trained you into the hero you are, the hands that warmed themselves to heal your muscles. The hand you clutched every time you were scared, just like you had now. Before, it was out of fear of monsters in the dark. Now. it was out of fear of the monsters taking your protector.

You knew what the time was, and you knew it was time to say your goodbye. You had it all written out, but you didn’t want him to hear it. Not only because you didn’t want to accept his fate, but because you knew he wouldn’t be able to respond to the words you poured your lifeline into. That silence alone would break your heart before his departure could. Regardless, you stood, his weary eyes followed your stance. You smiled with every intention of pushing down the aching sadness that racked the inside of your body. As if Bakugou could sense the agony you were enduring, he smiled faintly back. His smile was more of a smug smirk, but that’s what made it special. That small sign was enough to remind you that he was still there.

You were never good with words when you had to speak them off the top of your head, but you were a damn good writer. Katsuki knew this and his expression seemed brighten just a bit as he watched you remove the paper from your pocket. A few deep breaths were taken before you found yourself unfolding the letter you whole heartedly wanted to burn to ash. But you knew that if you never voiced what it conveyed, you wouldn’t ever feel as if you said a proper goodbye. And after everything Bakugou had done for you, this goodbye was well deserved.

Your voice seemed to cease as you read the first line, your eyes flicking back and fourth from your hands back to where Bakugou laid. You nearly ripped the sheet of words from how hard you gripped it, restraining yourself from destroying it. Maybe if you destroyed the goodbye, you would never have to let go. That was your thought process in that moment. And in that moment, all you wanted was to be held in the arms kept you safe from the world, even when Katsuki refused to hug you. All you wanted for that moment, was to simply forget that soon, all of it was going to be gone.

“I’m terrible with my emotions, and even worse with putting them into words.”

You started to read, Bakugou turned his head ever so slightly against the pillow to show you that you had his full attention. Or, what was left of his consciousness. You continued.

“But for you Bakugou Katsuki I will try. I will try to help you understand how much you made my life a living hell, but I also feared the thought of living it without you. I never thought that I would be so bothered by your silence. I never thought I would miss your explosive outbursts and the way you would yell my name when I didn’t pick up after yourself. I never knew that I would be standing here, right now, saying goodbye to your forever.”

By this point in your speech, tears started to cloud your vision, the words becoming a pool of ink. You stole a glace at Katsuki over the top of the page, and his smile still remained. He was listening to every word, taking in the sound of your voice. He was keeping himself attached for you, one last time he would stay and listen.

“I never told you this and I should’ve, because i thought about it way too much. But you’re beautiful Katsuki.”

A soft chuckle barely audible rang through your ears. The small sound relaxing your senses and allowing you to push forward.

“I always thought every part and detail about you was beautiful. From the way your blood colored eyes softened at the sound of rain hitting your window, to the way you trace over the scars on your hands when you’re nervous. Your hunched stance, and the disgusted grimace that’s always plastered to your face, it was all always beautiful to me. and I hate that the most beautiful thing in my life is being stripped out of existence.”

A single tear rolled down your cheek, cursing the weakness of your eyes. Bakugou’s smile had faded, but he was still listening. Waiting for what you had to say next. But he wasn’t waiting, he was ready.

“I want you to know that I’m not upset that you’re leaving. But I’m sad that I can't go with you. Thinking about going back to a home without you is terrifying. I want to give up, I want so badly to stop my life right here. It doesn’t feel fair to live the life that was meant for both of us. But I know damn well that if I don’t, you’d come down and haunt my ass.”

You laughed breathlessly and your tears came much quicker now, trying to find a way to make this speech end, but also last forever.

“So i’ll live my life. I’ll make sure to live it so vividly that it’s as if the life was led by two people. I promise I’ll push through the pain that’s coming. I promise to live out all of our dreams together. I swear to you that I will become the hero you wanted to be. I’ll do it all for you, because you deserved for the world to know your name. I’ll make it known, I swear your presence on this earth will never die.”

You paused, you weren’t sure if you could get through the next line. You lungs weren’t expanding enough to allow oxygen to flow, the tears and congestion only building on your face. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him. You could see Katsuki, he was crying, just as much as you. His arm trembled as it reached out for you, calling you closer to him. You took his hand once more and seated yourself to allow his arm to rest against the bed. He nodded his head, smiling through the tears that dripped down his cheeks and onto his neck. You shook your head, rejecting his permission to continue. You couldn’t. You weren’t ready to stop holding on.

“Please. y/n, please.”

the sounds of your sniffles nearly overpowered the soft spoken words. Your crying came to a halt, the urgency and pain in such a small voice pulling at you to continue. He needed to hear the end of it. He was ready to let go, he was in so much pain. But here he was holding onto the pain, just so he could ease yours. You brought the paper up once more, and began.

“And even if the world somehow forgets how astounding you are, your memory will never die in me. A day will never pass where I won’t think of what it would’ve been like if you were still here. Damnit Kat, you’re not gonna graduate with me, you won’t see me off to my first day on hero patrol, you won’t be at my wedding either. Birthdays won’t be the same, I’ll never look at spicy food with a whole heart ever again. But I know, that even though you have to leave right now, I know deep down that you’ll be watching and guiding me through every step. I know you’d never leave me behind, and I wouldn’t dream of leaving you.”

He squeezed your hand lightly, letting you know he heard every word. He would be there in every moment for you. He was listening, and silently promising.

“And you know why I’ll never forget you Kat? Because I love you. I’ve told you everyday, because I’m scared I’ll never have another chance to. That time has- the time has finally come where- whe- where I won’t get another chance after today!”

Your voice was becoming rough and you stumbled over your words as you approached the last sentences. You were close to a scream, angry at the world for making you do this. You were mad Katsuki had to go through this. But no matter the rage, you had to keep going. As if on que, Bakugou tugged on your hand and your gaze flew to meet his eyes.

“I’m ready. It’s okay.” He whispered, a faint a genuine smile following. He was ready to let go, it was time for you to let him. You wanted to shake your head no and tell him he couldn’t leave, but you knew that wasn’t fair. How could you force someone who protected you with everything, how could you force them to fight through the pain he felt now. So, finally, you let go.

“I love you, I love you Kat. For the last time, I love you. I love you over and over, and I’ll never stop. You never said it back, but I know you know that I love you. And that’s enough for me... This is our goodbye, our final ‘see ya later’. But I love you Katsuki.”

You sank into your chair, your head pressed against the back of Katsuki’s hand you gripped so tightly. Your tears rolled from your cheeks onto his hand and down to the bed. You sobs shook your body, not taking a chance to look back up. Not ready to see him slip away. But you had done it, your goodbye was complete. But you felt as if a piece of you had been taken, you felt incomplete. The words on that paper dismantling your ability to hold on. Maybe that’s what it was meant to do, maybe this was your way of letting go. Breaking yourself was the only way to ease him of his pain.

You felt the bed shift, a weight change. Slowly your eyes trailed to Katsuki’s. Tears still ran freely from his eyes, but he was smiling. That genuine smile still pieced him together. You’d never seen him smile for so long, you’d never seen him smile with such sweetness. No smirk, no smugness, just pure ecstasy and joy. and even though you knew it wouldn’t last much longer, you were happy you had the chance to see it.

His free hand lifted from his side, and shakily crossed his body to hold it out to you. It was balled into a fist, and you took this as he had something to give to you. You held an open palm underneath, and he dropped his gift into it. A small piece of paper, your name scribbled out in Katsuki’s bold, but neat handwriting. Strong but beautiful, just like him.

You looked down at it, not entirely sure how to feel. You wanted to know what it was, but at the same time you didn't want to ruin the last piece of evidence that Bakugou was in your life. Reading this letter was almost as if sealing his departure. But, with all of these doubts, with a wide smile and a small nod from Kat, you opened it and you read. Oh how you wish you didn’t.

“Emotions suck, they’re a pain in my ass and I hate talking about them. But I know that if I don’t now, I’ll never get to. And I’m terrible with words, and I think by the time I give this to you, I won’t even have the option to voice this to you directly. So, here it goes.

Don’t be sad forever okay? I know it’s kinda shitty and I wouldn’t ever wanna leave you in this terrible world, but I’m really not that far. I’ll be there, I’ll protect your clumsy ass and make sure you don’t join me too soon. I want you to live the life we both dreamed of, live the life I know you’ve always wanted. And as dumb and sappy as it sounds, I want you to be happy. I’m your best friend and crap yeah, but don’t you dare let me take away that beautiful perspective you have on the world.

I never said it back, and yknow I kinda feel bad. I always said “I know” because i did know that you loved me. It felt good knowing, and I was hoping the validation of me acknowledging it would be enough. That was pretty fucking dumb of me. So I guess what I’m saying is that, I know you love me. But, I love you too. Don’t you ever forget it y/n. Don’t ever forget how much you are loved. it’s your turn to say ‘I know’. If you ever forget, just remember the words are right here.

These are all the words I couldn’t say, hold on to ‘em would ya?

from, kat.”

As you read the last line, the line on the heart monitor went flat. And that was that.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••🌸

163 notes · View notes

burnedbyshoto · 3 years

Text

a sloppily thrown together, my small take on what happens to bakugou if izuku finally listened to his bullying & ended his life:

“you shitty fucking idiot,” bakugou wants to growl but can only pitifully whimper instead.

his head is spinning, his heart an inferno, and the tears refuse to fall from his eyes in the same way the bile refuses to escape his throat. he’s feeling things he has no right to be feeling, shaking with emotions he can’t figure out why he’s feeling because he doesn’t care about midoriya izuku! he doesn’t! he hasn’t in years! fucking years, damnit! “you’ve never listened to a single damn thing i’ve ever told you, a-and now... then you decided to listen? now you fucking listen to me?! werent you supposed to be the best?! how you can be the fucking best six feet under, hah?! fucking better than all might my ass!! what the f-fuck is wrong with you, d-deku?!”

bakugou katsuki stands in front of midoriya izuku’s tomb today.

it’s been ten years since his “tragic death,” one that people only ended up caring about because it happened at school. no one cared because he was quirkless, no one even cared to ask why he had climbed up those stairs that day, no one but midoriya inko had screamed and screeched, sobbing as she collapsed on the hospital stairs.

the funeral was meek and small. inko was alone, as hisashi couldn’t break away from work, and the bakugous had only shown up because of mitsuki’s relationship with inko. katsuki had stayed in the car, he refused to see the service, refused to see izuku’s blubbering, worse for wear mother absolutely losing it, refused to see the bin that held izuku’s dead essence.

he refused to see him then, utterly consumed with emotions he couldn’t deal with.

so here he was now.

bakugou katsuki, for the past ten years, has been living a life aiming for the top that has become harder and increasingly bitter. he went to ua, was taught by all might, watched all might weather and eventually die, he watched his classmates rise above all, and he grew up. but for ten years, he also found himself unable to go home, unable to talk about his childhood, unable to fully connect with his classmates.

he woke up, got ready, worked, got home, slept.

repeat.

he was still angry, still meeting people head on, but there was also something clearly haunting him.

he cursed people out, but he never said to die, he never said to go to hell, never said people would rather wish they were dead.

his classmates watched as their usual stoic, angry classmate break down into a sobbing mess when he got too drunk and they dubbed a stuffed broccoli doll an official classmate of theirs.

he freezes up whenever someone mentions that they’re a deku, even if jokingly.

he gazed at freckles just a bit longer, curls just a bit more.

they watch as bakugou katsuki, the person they expect the least to be gentle with people standing on the edge of the building, become raw, emotional, almost still. no one mentions that he’s crying when he comes off the building with the trembling middle schooler who is sobbing uncontrollably.

no mentions how bakugou katsuki is a prime volunteer in suicide watch, a loud advocate in suicide prevention.

everyone just suspects it’s just something he’s really into, a rare hyperfixation he has on his way to number one.

at twenty-five, bakugou katsuki has somehow made number one. somehow despite the way a curly, green haired ghost continues to haunt him, he makes it. but there’s no joy in it, there’s no sense of relief and satisfaction to this win.

mirio had all mights quirk, but he lost it at a mission in high school. he had been lucky to get his original quirk back, honestly to be alive, but the girl with the time quirk could only give him back his original quirk.

todoroki somehow has managed with only using half of his quirk. he’s lucky to be this far up with only 50% of his quirk, and he was still so cold, he, like half of his quirk, was ice cold.

bakugou can’t even remember who else is in the top ten outside of them two, he just knows they were his heaviest contenders, and he had won. but he knew it was all wrong, that something was needed to make it right, but he wasn’t sure where exactly to fix it.

so in some attempt to make himself better, to make this complete victory real, he finally ends up back in the one place he’s avoided for years. in both mind and person.

he shows up with a small bowl of katsudon, a tiny detail about izuku he remembers clear as day. it’s been ten years since he’s seen izuku, more since he knew anything about izuku, but the moment he steps in front of the stone it feels as if he’s fifteen again.

fifteen, dumb, and with burning fear for the one person in his life he couldn’t figure out and therefore feared. he hated what he feared, he hated that if izuku had just the slight bit of luck and gotten a quirk he would be his greatest rival. he hated that izuku was quirkless. he hated himself for letting it all mean so much to him in the end. he hated that he could never officially apologize to izuku, to hear that stupid kacchan in his ears one more time, to grip that shitty bastards cheeks tight in his hands and tell him that if he decided to actually jump off that roof he was going to fucking kill him.

just the other day bakugou katsuki felt like he could barely remember midoriya izuku, but just now, everything he could ever remember comes back. the curly dark green eyes, the eyes that shone no matter what emotion he was feeling, the eight dark identical freckles on his cheeks that outshine the lighter stardust on the rest of his face. he remembers the shy dimple on izuku’s mouth, and the way his voice trembles when he spoke, tremble everyone focused and ignored the steely unbreakabke spine in his tone.

where was the unbreakable izuku he knew?!

so bakugou katsuki for the first time reads midoriya izuku’s tombstone and in a feat much similar to midoriya inko ten years ago, loses it.

he curses, spits, cries, screams.

he screams until his voice is hoarse and every last thing he has ever wanted to say to midoriya izuku has tumbled past his lips and has undoubtedly woken up izuku’s dead form.

“fuck you,” bakugou snarls, it’s a weak snarl, it’s too wet, too much of a pathetic whimper. “i got number one, just like i said i would! i got number one and your stupid shitnerd self wasn’t around to watch me! ‘kacchan sugoi’ my fucking ass!! you shitty fucking nerd thinking that you should listen to me, why the fuck would you? i bet you’re laughing at me, aren’t you? laughing because i’m like this despite you not meaning shit to me. you fucking damn coward, just you f-fucking wait.”

bakugou katsuki storms away that day and decides he will continue to be the best.

he’ll be the best knowing that shitty nerd will watch him no matter where he is.

it takes years, disasterous highs and lows, but bakugou katsuki is finally in his deathbed. he was the number one hero for years, he was famous for his work with advocating for mental health with particular emphasis on the quirkless. he was still angry, still cursing villains, screaming at civilians, and he angrily cries whenever someone does anything remotely wrecklessly self-sacrificing in front of him.

midoriya inko never truly forgave him, but he appreciated the pot of spicy curry on his work desk after he opened the midoriya izuku foundation when he turned twenty-six.

he lived, loved, and did all he could to be the best version of himself. he learned to accept that midoriya izuku somehow cared for him in spite of it all, and that there was no way izuku could ever laugh at his misery. so he lived. he was living his best so that the nerd he was so desperately hoping was watching him from wherever he was happy too.

please be happy.

and with a drawing, shaky last breath, bakugou katsuki closes his eyes for the last time.

“kacchan, hi!”

“...hey, deku.”

#idk what to tag this but it’s messy and sloppy #anyways I truly honestly think that had izuku jumped bakugou katsuki would be wrecked but in subtle ways #he would never admit that his death hurt him would do everything to continue on until he gets it all #he gets it all and he realizes in horror it isn’t enough #because izuku and katsuki are apart of the same storyline #they’re the same story but without just one part of them you lose so much #and I think they both hate to admit it #idk just some fun sad stuff #lyssa doesnt shut up

120 notes · View notes

phasmwrites · 4 years

Text

high for this || bakugou katsuki

“ … You don't know what's in store, but you know what you're here for …”

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Female!Reader Warnings: Smut (18+), Use of Drugs/Marijuana, Sub!Bakugou, Pegging, Rim Job, Ass Play Word Count: 3964 A/N: I’d like to first thank @lady-bakuhoe for spit-balling ideas with me & stuff ily jo🥺💖

The poignant aroma flooding through Bakugou’s nostrils when he stepped into his apartment was anything but pleasant, his nose scrunching up in response. He recognized the odor, given his friends and even his own girlfriend indulged in it, but it didn’t make it any less overbearing on his senses.

Hell, he had even indulged in the activity himself one evening after his persistent friends eagerly passed a joint to him, lighter in tow. It hardly affected him, in fact within an hour he dozed off on the couch. Not even the obnoxious button tapping and loud yelling from his former classmates could have snapped the ash-blonde awake.

Once the two of you began dating, Bakugou was immediately introduced to your illicit activities. Just like his rambunctious group of friends, he didn’t give it a second thought as long as you weren’t a complete idiot about it.

“Katsuki?” Your voice could be heard from around the corner, red eyes landing on you as he entered the space, “Hey-”

“Why are you smoking in the middle of the living room?” He interrupted, eyes narrowed at the piece of glass on your hand.

Pointing at the open window, you answered, “The draft is keeping most of the smell out of here, I think!” You followed up with a small giggle.

He rolled his eyes, retreating to the bedroom momentarily so he could change into a pair of sweatpants from his uncomfortable business attire. When he returned, you nearly drooled at the sight, Bakugou forgoing slipping on a top at the last second.

“Do you want to take a hit?” You decide to suggest as you wave the small bong in his direction, water splashing from side to side within the base. At first, he grimaces at the thought, thinking back to how boring and useless it was to him the first time he had gotten intoxicated.

But his mind wandered, picking up on your lazy grin as you waited for his response. You were so relaxed, something he craved after the eventful afternoon of hero duties he was forced to endure.

“Give me that shit.” He refused to second guess himself, snatching the glass piece out of your grasp and plopping himself down across from you on the living room carpet. You watched as he proceeded to stare blankly at the contraption, unsure of where to even start.

Laughing to yourself, you reach over and bring it back to your lap, “Let me show you, Katsuki.”

Despite being wounded by his own pride, Bakugou leaned closer to you to pay attention to your next few actions. The pad of your finger flicked against the lighter, igniting a small flame that you brought over to the bowl lodged inside of the bong. Just as quickly though, you set it back down as an idea crawled inside your head.

“When I do this-” You held up two fingers, “Open your mouth.”

Bakugou furrowed his eyebrows, “Why the fuck-”

“Just do it!”

He huffed childishly and shrugged, his own way of letting you know that he’ll oblige. Returning your attention to the bong, you ignited the lighter once more and this time brought the top of the chamber to your lips.

You took your first inhale, the small bowl filled with ground up marijuana lighting up in direct correlation. After a few short seconds you let the flame die and tossed the lighter, inhaling a second breath. Smoke began to cloud the chamber of the glass before you yanked the bowl out of its hole. At that same moment you took in a third and final breath, allowing the smoke to fill your lungs as you set the bong down on the carpet.

When two fingers of yours were suddenly held up, Bakugou obediently, much to your surprise, parted his lips and watched with mindless fascination at the way you released the smoke into his mouth. Your lips ghosted over his as the clouds transferred into his lungs, your index finger reaching underneath his chin to push his jaw shut for him.

“Take a small breath and then let it back out.” You instructed, but as he went to follow through he immediately fell into a slight coughing fit from the unfamiliarity of it in his body.

While you went to fetch him a glass of water from the kitchen, Bakugou glared menacingly at the glass bong before coughing out one more time. He took a quick swig of the cup you handed to him as you returned to your place on the carpet.

“People usually cough when they’re new to it.” You explain, surprised to hear his next few words.

It was in Bakugou’s nature to be the best at anything he did, even something as trivial as smoking weed, “Tch, give me the fucking bong.”

Within seconds he yanked the glass piece from you into his lap, already igniting the bowl as he harshly pressed his face against the top of the chamber. Following what you had shown him, he engulfed the smoke into his lungs while stubbornly refusing to let himself cough.

His throat flared up with irritation as he set the bong down and held up two fingers. Fortunately you got the message quick, leaning over to part your lips as he finally released the smoke from his mouth. As you allowed it to fill your own body, you dug your knees into the carpet and laid your hands on his broad shoulders.

Your lips then met his in an urgent kiss, the smoke now settling between your two mouths as he reciprocated almost immediately. Crawling fully into his lap, you tossed your legs around him as you raked your fingernails into his ash-blonde locks. Suddenly, he pulled away.

“See? I’m the best at fucking everything, even smoking that garbage.” Bakugou sneered, returning his mouth to yours before you could respond. You tugged on his hair defiantly, enjoying the way he pulled your body closer to his in. The two of you made out on the living room floor, the effects of the drug slowly seeping its way into Bakugou as his movements grew slower by the minute.

As the marijuana invaded his mind and body, Bakugou found himself in a rare state of tranquility. The only thing he could possibly focus on was the way your tongue slid against his, further entangling the kiss the two of you were sharing.

Taking notice of his gradual shift in temperament, you slowed yourself down to match. Frantic kissing turned into teasing brushes of lips, hips bucking into the other’s shifted to slow, languid movements.

You wound up pushing him down as you broke the kiss once more, crawling on top of his muscular frame with your legs on each side of his waist. He leaned up slightly, strong hands desperately clinging to your arms in hopes of bringing you back down to his eager mouth.

“Relax.” You gently press your fingers into his shoulders, forcing him back onto the carpet. He watched with half-lidded eyes the way your hands explored his bare upper body, every pressure of your digits against his soft skin heightened in his inebriated state.

Suddenly, your attention focused on his pronounced pectorals, your fingers squeezing the firm muscles eliciting a soft moan from the ash-blonde beneath you. His nipples hardened against your palms, giving you another perfect idea.

“Your chest is so wonderful, baby.” You cooed, leaning down enough so that your breath hovered over the pebbled skin, “I’m wondering just how sensitive it really is.”

Before Bakugou could fully grasp what you were about to do, you captured his right nipple between your lips. His teeth met his bottom lip as yours met with his raised skin, tugging at it in hopes of receiving a reaction.

A reaction was exactly what you got; a whimper escaped from his throat on its own volition. You were absolutely melting over this docile version of your normally enraged boyfriend, adoring every small noise that came out of him as you worshiped the muscles on his chest.

“Stop fuckin’ teasing me…” He eventually slurred, eyebrows furrowed as you glanced up at him. You had proceeded to drag your lips downward towards his lower abdomen, leaving small bites and kisses in your wake. Right below your lips, his cock was erect and desperate for attention as a small dark spot exposed just how aroused he truly was.

Reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants, you curled your fingers underneath the fabric of that and his briefs, yanking them both down in one fell swoop, “You’re rather excited, Katsuki.”

Your index finger trailed along the underside of his cock, tracing the prominent vein that strained against his length. Pre-cum was accumulating on his lower stomach as it pooled over his pronounced muscles. Before you could cup your palm around his tightened balls, his patience finally wore too thin.

“Come on, suck my cock already!” Bakugou snapped, but the glare you shot up at him made any other remarks die in his throat, replaced with a breathy, “Please…” instead.

“That’s better.” You hummed in approval, grabbing the base of his shaft and leaning down until your tongue met the hot skin. He fought back a groan at the feeling of your tongue licking a stripe up his length, but couldn’t control himself when you took his engorged head into your mouth.

Your pouty lips wrapped deliciously around his cock, the sight mixed with his hazy state causing him to tilt his head back in bliss. As you took more of him into your mouth, one of his hands laid on your scalp while the other practically ripped apart the fluffy carpet underneath him.

“Your mouth always feels so-” Bakugou gasped out mid-sentence, your hand stroking what had refused to fit down your throat, “fucking amazing! Fuck!”

It was rather apparent the weed had a strong effect on your boyfriend, with the way he allowed you to so easily take the reigns. Normally by now, he’d be lodging his cock halfway down your throat and spewing absolute filth out of his, but instead he was a whimpering, submissive mess.

As you continued to move your head up and down, you finally slipped your hand from his shaft to his swollen balls. He initially wanted to tell you to leave them the fuck alone, but the feeling of you fondling him in such a sensitive place had his cock twitching inside your throat.

Bakugou’s orgasm was fast approaching with every bob of your head, his elongated moans the only hint you needed to finally pull your mouth off of him with an audible pop. Almost instantaneously, his eyes snapped open.

“Hey!” He shouted, leaning up to rest on his elbows, blown-out pupils now trained on your every action. You made sure he could watch as your lips grazed down his shaft, tongue just barely poking out as you reached his balls.

Had he known the feeling of your tongue on the seam of his balls would have him tossing his head back in bliss, maybe Bakugou would have asked you to do it sooner. Of course, it would have been through the use of filthy degrading words, but he couldn’t stop himself from getting lost in these new pleasurable sensations.

You took this opportunity to gather some of your saliva from sucking him off onto your index finger, dragging the pad of your finger downwards until you reached his puckered hole. This was uncharted territory, but you were craving to witness his reaction.

So when you finally pushed your finger past the tight ring of muscle, the guttural moan that Bakugou let out had your panties entirely soaked. He picked his head up just as you pushed your finger further inside, the lubricant of your spit mixed with his precum aiding you tremendously.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Bakugou inquired, his pitch rising at the end as you attempted to curl your finger back, slightly stretching his constricting walls.

You slowly took your finger out, stifling your teasing giggles at the whine he produced at suddenly feeling so empty, “You like that, Katsuki?”

“Tch.” He shrugged nonchalantly, but his desperate expression said otherwise, “I guess.”

“Can I try something else then?” You asked, his gaze locked on yours as you slowly perked your head up from his crotch.

Bakugou had no clue what you had in store, and he wasn’t sure if it was the weed or his innate curiosity, but he nodded his head in a silent confirmation. You wiggled back down in excitement, returning to where your finger had been only moments prior.

“Plant your feet on the carpet.” He listened hesitantly to your demand, heels pressing into the fuzzy material as he bent his knees. Bakugou was just about to shout about what the hell you had in mind when he suddenly felt the wet muscle of your tongue prodding his asshole.

You swirled your tongue around his tight ring, coating him in your saliva further. At the same time, you reached up and grabbed his aching cock, slowly stroking him in sync with your tongue gliding up and down his hole.

“Fuuuck…” He moaned out slowly, sliding his elbows down so that he could seek purchase on the floor. As his back met the carpet again, your tongue finally forced its way inside of him.

Any resolve Bakugou had in this intoxicated state was gone the moment you began eating out his ass, tongue lashing against his constricting walls with your lips and teeth pressed to his creamy skin. Every mewl that he released encouraged you further, fingers squeezing around his throbbing cock.

“God, fuck! That feels amazing!” His cries had your panties drenched, your thighs rubbing together to alleviate your own desires. It was then you remembered the sex toy you had purchased not too long ago, the box collecting dust in the closet in hopes of one day coaxing your dominate boyfriend into it.

Now here he was, wrapped around your fingers and tongue. Except, you pulled away from him entirely, denying him of his impending orgasm yet again, “Oi! What the fuck?!”

Something inside of you snapped as you picked yourself up from the floor, playing ignorant to his incessant complaining. As you hovered over his bulky frame, you felt the power succumb to you as you pressed your foot against his throat.

“Shut up.” You demanded, feeling his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed down his frustrations, “When I come back, I want to see you on your hands and knees, Katsuki.”

“Hah? You can’t tell me-” You dug your foot further, partially cutting off his airway.

The glare you shot down at him, along with the pressure on his neck, caused a generous amount of precum to ooze out of his cock, “Hands and knees.”

He watched your figure as you sauntered to the bedroom, your clothes leaving a trail in your wake. It took you a moment to remember exactly where you had hidden the toys, luckily finding them underneath some towels.

When you returned into the living room, you were pleasantly surprised to see your arrogant boyfriend now on his hands and knees completely bare for you. His sweats and briefs fully removed from his beefy thighs, your tongue tracing your lips at the sight.

“You look so pretty waiting for me…” You cooed, stroking the orange silicone dildo that adorned your waist with the aid of a lacy harness, “What a good boy.”

Bakugou turned his head back slightly, just enough to get a perfect view of the strap-on you were in the process of lubricating, your figure bare of clothing, “You’re not fucking my ass, shitty woman.”

“I mean I already did, with my finger and mouth.” Shrugging, you witnessed his expression contort as he thought it over. Except, it was nearly impossible to think when his mind was still so clouded and you looked so attractive putting him in his place.

You took his silence as a good sign, bending down onto your knees behind him, “Are you trying to tell me the great Bakugou Katsuki can’t handle a dildo in his ass?”

“Oh, fuck youu-!” He began to snarl, but it slipped into a throaty moan the second your slicked up finger began prodding his tight asshole again, “I-I can handle anything.”

“I know, baby.” Inserting a second finger, you began to prepare and loosen him up for your artificial cock. His legs quivered from the pleasurable tingles running through his body, slightly ashamed at how much he was enjoying it all. Bakugou was a trembling mess before you, something you never thought would truly come to fruition.

Eventually, you pulled your fingers out of him and quickly began to replace them with the dildo. Bakugou, much to both of your surprises, pushed himself back hard enough that the head began to push past the tight ring of muscle.

He howled when the head finally slipped inside, the initial burning stretch unpleasant...but bearable. You began to knead at his ass cheeks with your palms, hoping to give him time before pushing further inside of him.

“Tch, hurry it up.” Bakugou barked back at you impatiently, but it would be the last time he spoke back. Your hand cracked down on his right ass cheek, watching his skin melt into a harsh pink as he cried out in a sadistic mix of pain and pleasure.

Moving your hips, you pushed the dildo further inside inch by inch, waiting for him to protest if it became too much, “Remember who’s in charge here, Katsuki. It’s not you.”

You wouldn’t know if he had intended on continuing his bratty behavior, because the moment your body was flush to his ass he was digging his face into the carpet in a poor attempt to mask his needy moans.

And when you began actually fucking Bakugou? He couldn’t contain the way he whined like a bitch in heat at the feeling of the dildo pressing perfectly against his prostate with every thrust of your hips.

It was powerful, watching the man whose pride stood in the way of many things crumble into submission. Your fingers weaved their way into his ash-blonde locks, yanking his head up so you could hear his blabbered noises perfectly.

“You like that? You like being fucked, baby?” You sneered, tugging harsher on his hair, “You want to cum around my cock?”

He frantically nodded the best he could, red eyes squeezing shut as he craved that extra touch to send him over the edge, “Please, please…”

“Only good boys get to cum.” It was similar to a line he had used on you many times and he knew this. Out of pure lust-induced frustration, Bakugou balanced himself on one hand while attempting to bring the other to his throbbing cock, defying you yet again.

You noticed and slammed your hips into his ass in retaliation, throwing him off of his balance as he collapsed onto the rug underneath him. He hissed when you pulled the dildo out of his ass, suddenly feeling empty without it.

“Turn around.” Your voice was stern, “Now.”

Bakugou rolled onto his back, finally giving you the opportunity to witness his flushed complexion. His cheeks were coated in a deep red, drool trailing down his chin as he stared at you with half-lidded vermilion eyes. Tufts of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, completing his debauched appearance.

“M’ sorry.” He groaned when you refused to do anything other than glare at him for misbehaving, bucking his hips desperately up towards you, “I’ll...I’ll be a good boy.”

You pretend to think it over, smirking at the way he gnawed at his bottom lip, “Lift your legs again.”

Bakugou obliged without a second thought, digging his heels into the rug as you began to press the dildo inside of him once more. This angle was much more intense for him, the sight of you fully sheathing the silicone inside would burn into a memory in his mind.

His eyes rolled to the back of his skull when you began thrusting your hips, fucking him with reckless abandon. Your fingernails dug crescents into his knees, the only sounds in the room being the slapping of skin and Bakugou’s needy sobs.

It was the most beautiful sight to you, watching the precum drool from his cock at the same time the tears streamed down his rosy cheeks. He wanted to cum, no, he needed to cum, the coil in his stomach painfully tightening with every thrust that hit his prostate.

“You really are being such a good boy, hm?” You coo, bringing a hand down to press against his abdomen, “Are you getting close from me fucking your ass?”

He nodded, wishing you would drag your fingers lower, “Please, please touch me, fuck!”

“I am touching you.” It was the truth, except you paused your movements inside of him.

“Please Y/N!” Bakugou wailed, bucking his hips again in an attempt to get himself off on the dildo, “Touch my cock, I need to cum!”

You leaned over his muscular frame, maneuvering yourself into traditional missionary. With this new position, you were able to press your lips to his, swallowing his needy cries as you picked up your pace.

Pulling back, one hand curled into the destroyed carpet by his head and the other wrapped around his neck to cut off some of his airway, “Come on, Katsuki. Cum from me just fucking your ass, pretty please?”

“Fuck! Shit!” Bakugou managed to curse through shallow breaths. His back arched off of the floor, a choked out sob escaping past his constricted throat as his orgasm crashed violently over him. You smirked in satisfaction at the way his teary eyes had crossed from the intense climax while ropes of cum spurted out of his untouched cock.

Cum coated both of your stomachs by the time he finished, his eyelids suddenly heavy with exhaustion. Pulling the dildo out of his ass for good, you reached over to the other toy you had managed to hide from his sight all this time.

Bakugou let out a soft whimper at the way you pushed the butt plug inside of him. The green jewel shone beautifully in certain angles, pressed perfectly against his ass. It served no purpose other than looking pretty, but his lack of protest was the only confirmation you needed to leave it in.

“I’ll be right back.” You promised, dashing to the kitchen to grab some paper towels and a second glass of water. When you returned, your boyfriend continued to lay motionless with his arms stretched out. The effects of the weed had essentially dissipated at this point, only exhaustion prevalent between the two of you.

He opened his eyes when he felt something damp against his abdomen, watching you as you cleaned both him and yourself of his cum. When finished, you peered up through your lashes, sending him a soft smile.

You then reached up and used your thumb to wipe away the tears that began to stain his cheeks, gently pressing your digits under his eyes, “I hope I wasn’t too rough on you, Katsuki.”

“Tch.” Waving you off, he slowly picked himself up from the floor and back onto his feet as you followed, “It was nothing.”

You cocked up an eyebrow, trailing him as he began to retreat to the bedroom, the butt plug still pressed inside of him, “Are you sure about that?”

“Next time, let’s do it when I’m not under the influence of that fucking trash.”

Little did you realize that you had opened up Bakugou in more ways than one this evening, “Next time?!”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #phasm.writings

1K notes · View notes