#thinking about fucking bakugou in bathrooms sorry not sorry
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Can’t stop thinking about trying for a baby with Bakugou.
You[7.05PM]: I’m ovulating.
Bakugou raises a brow from across the room after reading the text you’d just sent him. A bottle of beer perched in his other hand as Sero and Kirishima continue their conversation either side of him.
Since having the discussion about trying for a baby, neither of you had managed to find any spare time together to try. Your conflicting work schedules paired with social engagements had meant that time together was few and far between, seeing more of him on the news than in real life as of late.
“What?” Bakugou mouthed to you as you tilted your head towards the bathroom, narrowing his eyes in confusion.
You tried to take a sip of your drink, motioning towards Mina’s bathroom as your friends continued to chatter around the living room.
Deciding to send another text to your perplexed boyfriend as you made a scene emptying your glass, downing the liquid as you motioned that you were going to grab another drink before leaving the room.
You[7.10PM]: Bathroom now.
There was a slight rap against the door as you opened it, tugging your boyfriend into the pink room in haste. Your hands poised on his arms as he kept you pinned between his body and the counter inside the small downstairs toilet.
“What the fuck are you doin’, woman?” Bakugou couldn’t hide the amused smirk on his face as he motioned towards the door, “You actin’ like a randy teenager or something?”
“We can’t waste time,” You practically whined, moving to paw at his jeans as you noticed in amusement that he was already half hard, “Now’s the best time to try—”
“How’d you know?” Bakugou didn’t stop you from unbuckling his belt, letting the leather hang in the loops as you moved to attack the zipper.
“I downloaded this app to help track my cycle.” You replied as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“There’s an app for that?” He snorted.
“Yeah,” You grinned, “It tells me the best time to try and conceive.”
“You don’t need that shit,” Bakugou scoffed, moving his large palms against your hips to turn you to face the mirror. Crimson eyes staring back at you in your reflection as he gave you a smug grin, “You really think I need help fuckin’ a baby into ya?”
#you know it would take ONE TIME and he’d be done#ONE#thinking about fucking bakugou in bathrooms sorry not sorry#soft bakugou#Bakugou x reader
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╰┈➤ ꒰🕸🍒┊Explaining | Katsuki Bakugou꒱
Can’t stop thinking about this post by @tired-biscuit and thinking even harder about catching Katsuki one night.
Will this turn into a thing? Maybe— (update from future! me: This is somehow 2.7k. I don’t know if it even makes any sense, mush brain. It’s midnight. Christ. Edited and added a little read more thing)
『♡』 f! reader, best friends to lovers, m masturbation, piv sex, arguing, anxious katsuki for a bit, some praise, fingering, idk guys sex stuff, unedited bc I wrote it half asleep
Katsuki fucks his fist sloppy, chewing on the end of his shirt. Slippery beads of precum well up and spill down the shaft and he circles his thumb over the head.
He chokes back a moan and squeezes harder, slamming his hips forward desperately in need of release. The tension in his body has been pulling like a rubber band for hours. It stretches farther and farther every time.
Tonight was torture for him. You’d worn those stupid shorts and a loose crop top. You never wear a bra under your crop tops, let alone around him.
Every time you’d lift your arms too high he’d get a peek of your pretty tits and jerk his head to the side. Your shorts were no different— showing off the underside of your ass cheeks and tight enough he could just make out the outline of your pussy. Normally both would be fine but, fuck.
His strokes get faster while his mind fuzzes. Lust clouds his thought process as he shoves the guilt to the back of his mind to deal with later. His face feels numb, his lips tingle, the metaphorical rubber band pulls tighter.
Tighter. Like his fist is while it squeezes down on his cock and spreads the precum all over him.
Tighter. Like he’s sure your pussy would be as it was wrapping around him and sucking him with each thrust.
The end of his t shirt is wet and slobbery. A thin sheen of sweat coats his body and the slapping wet noises of his thrusts is getting louder. His brows furrow as he closes overwhelmed eyes. With the sound of the water running in the background he doesn’t even hear you coming.
You’re usually a little loud when you’re sleepy and heading to the bathroom. Your feet amble beneath you without too much sense, body heavy, mind foggy— you’re a sweet little thing when you’re sleepy. One too many times has he woken to you running into walls while trying to get into the bathroom.
But he doesn’t hear you this time.
He pants and whines a little in the back of his throat, sloppily fucking his hand. He’s focused on the thought of you up under him. Sliding your shorts to the side and letting him eat your pussy. Bouncing on his cock in that big shirt you stole from him a year or two ago.
He’s a goddamn mess. The tension and heat in his tummy gets tighter, tighter, until he feels like he might pass out. The world is about to allow him the grace of relief.
And then you sleepily open your bathroom door. You’re still half awake with drool on your face and your eyes hardly open. You’d changed into comfier shorts and kept the crop top, which was now riding up on one side so that your tit was on display.
“Gotsta’ pee,” You blink hazily trying to figure out why your bathroom smells like fresh salted caramel.
He forgot to lock it.
Katsuki is frozen in place. He doesn’t know what to do, say, think— you just walked in on him jacking off in your bathroom. Precum is still dribbling out and all over his hand. He opens his mouth with a red face and lets his shirt drop to cover his abs, quickly shoving his cock into his pajama pants.
And you’re just standing there like you hardly even register what’s going on. Your eyes widen when two and two come together, making four. Watery carmine eyes meet yours as his lips tremble before he’s shoving past you with sparking palms.
He tries to rush out and makes a mad dash to your bedroom to grab his things. Embarrassment and guilt makes him panic, filling his being with a nauseous feeling. And he’s not sure what to do or say.
Does he say sorry? Does he confess? Does he block you and run?
For once, Katsuki doesn’t want to be brave. He is scared and he is tired of being the hero who has no fear. Anxiety makes his fingers shake while tears threaten to spill over his pretty tanned cheeks.
You come rushing around the corner with flushed cheeks and determined hands. Your fingers twist into his shirt and pull him back, spinning him around to face you. It’s a miracle you managed it with how much bigger and stronger he is.
Katsuki’s terrified gaze holds yours with a trembling lower lip. He might be much bigger but right now he feels small.
“Wait, wait, wait. Hey— hey what’s goin’ on?” You coo, pulling him toward your bed to sit. His feet move on their own accord and do as you please. “Why are you leaving?” Fingers twist tighter in his shirt.
The blonde gawks and scrambles for words. Quick breaths leave his lips with little to no time between. Katsuki wants to cry, scream, and just die. You caught him beating his fuckin meat in your bathroom and now you’re comforting him.
“What else m’ I supposed to fuckin do?” He grunts, putting his brave face and frown right back on.
“Get in bed and go back to sleep?” Your head tilts and you say it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
Katsuki confusedly jerks back with a frown and snort. Thick hands grip his sweatpants for dear life.
“You want me to get in bed with you and go back to sleep after—after that?” The AC kicks on in the background and whirrs to life, sending cool air through the room.
“Yeah? Unless you wanna talk about it now at,” you glance at the clock on the nightstand “, two fourty five in the fucking morning.” You rub your face with your palm.
“I don’t think me jacking off in your bathroom needs explaining.” He spits, flustered and annoyed. His face scrunches up all sour and huffs, the tips of his ears still red.
You sigh and frustration bubbles in his chest.
“What? You can’t seriously want me—“
Your hand presses to his mouth and you shoot him a glare. Exhaustion spreads your features with a huff to shut him up.
“What’s going on? And don’t give me some bullshit. Just tell me what’s going on.” Your tone leaves no room for an argument.
“You and your stupid fuckin— stupid shorts and whiny voice and shit. That’s what’s going on!” He leans in so that his nose is only a few inches from yours and snaps.
“Me?” You mumble, obviously confused.
“Yes, you.” His fingers press near your sternum and poke with a growl.
You squeak and narrow your eyes, moving closer to him yourself and pushing his chest lightly.
“What about you?” You guffaw. You’re not quite wrapping your mind around the situation yet, still tired and not understanding what the big deal is.
And Katsuki nearly loses it. The tension so thick you could cut it with a knife, his mind racing and chest heaving. He’s been dealing with you practically torturing him day in and day out for years— and now you’re asking about him. But before he can speak you start rambling on.
“You run around in these goddamn sweatpants-“ you tug at the grey fabric a little “and you say I’M what’s going on? You still haven’t explained shit!”
Katsuki turns a shade of red you’ve never seen before. He starts noticing your close proximity, the way your breath still smells like toothpaste, your pout. Your lips are an inch away from his and it is taking every little bit of willpower he has to not kiss you.
“Yes.” A puff of air ghosts over your lips and you take in the sight in front of you. Feelings you tried to shove down bubble in your tummy and spread.
The rubber band that’s been winding in his gut and mind for far too long grows tighter. Stretched to the point of which it’ll never be the same.
Heat in your stomach starts to flow and consume your being as things begin to click into place. He was getting off in your bathroom, he said you’re what’s going on.
“Oh..” you breathlessly whisper. Something in you burns. If he feels the same way then.. it couldn’t hurt, could it?
Katsuki jerks his head away from yours and looks to the side. His shoulders tight, grey t shirt with a damp area at the bottoms wrinkling as he fidgets with it. It’s like he’s waiting for the sting of rejection.
You grab his jaw with unsure hands and guide him back to look at you. His big, misty and wide eyes peering into your own.
And then you kiss him.
Snap
All tongue and soft lips, teeth clashing against his from the awkward position. You dig your nails into his chest like he’s gonna float away if you don’t.
And katsuki just might. Because you taste just like he thought you would, your mouth moves against his like he was just fantasizing about before. He soaks in the kiss like it will be his last until you break for air while panting.
“Don’t you ever try to run from me like that again.” You whine and dive back in.
His body acts before he can think enough to stop himself. You fall back against the mattress, plushie beside your head. His thick heavy body presses you into it and weighs you down while big hands travel up and down you. He explores your body like it’s something to be worshipped.
Your own hands push and pull at him. They slide under his shirt and drag nails down his toned, tan back. Your legs open up so he can slot between them with a particularly good suck on his bottom lip.
A breathy moan leaves your lips and it sends fire down his body.
“Fuck— god.” He whines between kisses. The line of his cock presses against you through your thin pajama shorts and makes you antsy. Your fingers grip at Wheaty blond roots and tug.
“Is this— oh,” You can feel him drag against you through his sweats. “ is this what you were thinking about?”
Katsuki shakes his head.
“Close enough.” He gasps, guttural and needy as your teeth nip under his jaw. Your tongue slides down the column of his throat as his clothed cock does against your heat.
“Wanna know what I think about?”
His mind stills and he nods feverishly before diving into the crook of your neck to suck. Pink marks are left in his wake and his fingers slide under the fabric of your shorts to rub little circles on your clit.
It makes you stutter and forget what you’re doing for a moment, your legs shake and squeeze around him.
“Been thinkin’ bout your cock in me—“ your pussy drools all over his fingers and the breath gets punched out of him all at once.
“God you fuckin minx.” He growls and slips a finger into your already soaked core. He feels a little more sure of himself, a little better about it.
Your head throws back when he adds the second finger and curls them up. The pad of his thumb works in little circles and flicking motions rhythmically. You keep making these little noises that send jolts to his cock and make it twitch.
For the second time that night, his cock drools precum. It smears against the inside of his pajama pants and dribbles even more when your eyes go wide.
“Katsuki— god, like that, like that!” You babble until a particular stroke of his thumb has your body tightening and then shaking. Release covers his fingers and he yanks your pajama shorts off your body and throws them to the side.
“Good girl, that’s a good girl.” Thick fingers rub soothing circles over your pussy while he slides his shirt and pants off.
You feel his cock press against your folds and then his face is right above yours. He licks lazily into your mouth, hand coming up under your thighs to guide them around his back where your ankles cross over.
“Shit— y’so wet for me.” He mumbles between kisses and then links a hand with yours, pressing it into the mattress. “You want it? Want my cock?”
“Quit being a tease! Just give me your ohhh” You whimper and gasp, head throwing back and free hand coming to clutch at anything you can get your hands on.
He’s girthy and hot as he fills you up to the brim. There’s not a space untouched by his cock, making you feel so stuffed and out of breath you can hardly move.
“That’s it, you can take it.” He breathes into your mouth.
You slowly adjust to him and as soon as you relax, he pulls his hips back and thrusts. It makes you hiccup and lose your mind. The sheets are much too sweaty, AC be damned, and he looks like a literal god over you.
All tanned muscle and flushed cheeks. His pretty focused face scrunched up in determination not to cum immediately. You’re not sure how much you can take before you tear the sheets apart and scream.
He sets an even pace with his hips before propping your hips up a little and slowing down. It’s slow but it’s deep. His cock head touches something in you that has expletives leaving both your mouths as your nails dig into his shoulders.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-“ he desperately tries to keep hold of sanity. But you taste good, you smell good- better than any of his fantasies. Your pussy wraps around him in ways he couldn’t imagine. You’re really sprawled under him and moaning.
His cock is frothing near the base because of how wet you are, pussy juice and precum sliding between your ass cheeks and onto the bed. Your pink bedsheets are damp and one of your plushies has been thrown off the bed in the midst of your feverish mess.
It doesn’t last long. His face crumples as he cums and he rubs your clit and pussy until you squeeze down on him right after.
His jaw drops into a low “o” when he cums. You thank every lucky star for birth control while you both come down off a high. The two of you lay there and pant for a while before his cock slides out of you and he collapses onto your bed.
“Holy fuck.” Katsuki mutters to no one but himself. Half of him can’t believe it. He feels like icy hot with his back and forth his thoughts are, reeling and trying to take in what happened and what is happening.
“Yeah—“ you roll and press your chest against him. A kiss to his jaw makes his heart throb. “God that was good.”
A thick, beefy arm wraps around you and he hides his face in your neck. He sighs and pulls you in closer.
“I better not be readin’ this shit wrong but..” He mumbles, yanking up the blankets over the two of you. “We’re a thing now right?”
You snort and laugh for a minute.
“Yeah, duh, dummy” You smack his chest and roll your eyes.
The AC finally does it’s job at cooling the two of you off and he grumbles and gets a towel to clean you off. It only takes a few minutes before the two of you are back in pajamas and laying on top of a throw blanket. The massive comforter pulled over the two of you.
You flick on the TV and scroll through some of the go to shows before curling against him with a sigh. When you glance up, you notice a deep frown on his face and grumble.
“What are you looking so pissy for?” You place a peck on his jaw and turn your attention back to the screen.
His big hands run up and down your body, thumbs dragging over your hips. With a look of defeat and a pout, he admits, “Eiji’ bet me a hundred bucks you liked me back.”
That earns him a smack on the chest. “Don’t you dare tell him it’s cause I caught you beating off in my bathroom, Katsuki.”
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I was wondering if i could suggest a creep!bakugo fic about his infatuation with perfumes and body wash scents if you don’t want to I understand but just asking <3
Sorry, I have been SO busy bro but I gotchu.
I feel like Bakugou would walk by you and purposely sniff a big ass sniff of you. He’s actually obsessed with your smell. When you invite him over to your house to watch a movie at the beginning of your relationship, he almost gets hard walking in when the scent of you smacks him in the nose.
He immediately heads to the bathroom the first time he comes over.
“I need to pee.” He stutters out as he bolts towards the bathroom door.
“Oh, so suddenly? Are-“ He slams the door in your face before you even finish your sentence.
Later on, during the movie you slowly start to make your way over to him. And when you finally start to snuggle him close, his eyes roll back as he smells your hair. He’s so glad that the blanket you put over the two of you is covering the chub in his pants. But does it? You notice it, covering the blush on your face with the same blanket.
After the movie, it’s late and you offer him to stay over. His boner had gone down with the help of imagining the most disgusting shit he could think of (Deku).
He takes your offer and you guys put on another movie. He’s gotten used to your scent now and he’s somewhat upset about it.
He doesn’t get to finish the movie because you both fall asleep on top of each other.
He wakes up first, eyes still adjusting to the light. He checks if you’re really asleep before he leans down and pushes his head into the crook of your neck. He takes a deep breath, then a couple. Before he has to pull himself away because you start to stir.
You offer him to take a shower as you work on breakfast.
He smells all of your products while in the bathroom. The shampoo, body wash, conditioner, your hair stuff, etc. His hands fall down to his cock when he pushes the loofa full of your soap into his nose. He inhales so much soap that he has to hold back multiple sneezes but he doesn’t care. He can only focus on chasing his high as he fucks into one of the panties he found in the dirty clothes bin.
He shoots his cum onto the floor, his long moan drowned out by the sound of the shower water hitting the tub.
When he comes out of the shower, he’s red in the face and ashamed.
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okay but imagine one day the little one goes up to his daddy and tells him you introduced a guy to him and how much he doesn’t like this man. It doesn’t even have to be a romantic partner it could just be an old friend but lil one and ex!husband bakugou instantly assume you have a new man in your life
omg. the heart attack bakugou is having.
your son is standing on his little step-stool in front of katsuki's bathroom mirror. meant to be brushing his little teeth, but he's mostly chewing on his toothbrush, poking around in his dad's cologne and aftershave and deodorant. at least he's put his pj's on by himself.
katsuki is finishing up his own shower, glancing at him every now and then as he washes the shampoo from his own hair, and when he's finally done, the little boy hasn't gotten any closer to having clean teeth; now he's drawing mindless little shapes through the steam that's built up on the glass.
"oi," he only has to say it once and then your son is letting out a little sigh before brushing the way he's meant to — even if katsuki knows the there's not a lick of toothpaste on that thing.
"dad," he says suddenly, distracted as he turns around to face him. "mommy doesn't let me take a shower."
katsuki moved on from bath time rather quick. in the very beginning, it was fine, because he washed his squirmy son and then wrapped him up in a towel and that was it, but in the last year or so it's turned into "how many toys can i bring with me this time, dad?" and then sitting in the water until it's run cold. it's much easier to get him in the shower at the same time, to shampoo his head and scrub his little butt and then kick him out.
"oh, yeah?" he murmurs, adjusting the towel on his waist. "s'cause mom's better at baths than me."
the little boy only shrugs, before continuing. he's in a small phase right now of 'dad? hey dad? um, dad?' every time he's got something to say, and katsuki finds it both cute and a little exhausting.
"hey dad?"
katsuki hums.
"mommy had a man in her shower."
the first image that comes to mind is of himself, in your shower; the many times you'd taken one together and hugged him beneath the warm water; how it clung to your eyelashes and sat in your cupid's bow. warm, made soft and tender in the steam, like he could mold you against his body forever.
— and then his stomach is swooping so hard, he thinks he might be sick.
"what?" katsuki asks, voice loud and affronted, snatching all his son's attention. "sorry, 'm sorry," and then because his son is still looking at him with wide eyes, he pulls him up close, rubbing his back once before setting him to stand on the counter — which he never gets to do.
guilt twists in his stomach for yelling, though his son seems unbothered now, at new heights. katsuki grabs him by his little tiny shoulders and tries to keep his face smooth and calm, his pending heartbreak hidden.
"who was in mom's shower?"
but your son is smarter than that, can read katsuki like an open book, somehow. as if you passed all your understanding down through the womb; he came out of there knowing exactly what dad was thinking with a single look.
your son only shrugs, averting his eyes to katsuki's shoulder as he lightly pinches his wet skin.
"'m sorry," he says again, shaking his little body around until the boy is laughing. "i'm not mad. i just..." katsuki sighs and tries not to pout. "wasn't expecting that."
"are you mad at mommy?"
the divorce isn't new, and katsuki's not stupid.
you've been on a handful of dates, been open about it, encouraged him to do the same. not that he's bothered, but anyone with eyes and half a brain would try to swoop in on someone like you, so — as much as it makes him want to knock some fucking teeth in — can't say he should be surprised.
he shouldn't be, at all.
still feels like shit, though.
"no," he finally says, tugging the little toothbrush from his tiny fist to put some actual toothpaste on it. "'m not mad at anybody."
"are you sad?"
maybe it's another purposeful distraction, to get out of doing what he's told, or maybe he's probing at nerves because he's too young and too curious, or maybe he just knows his dad too well.
katsuki frowns at his big eyes, staring back at him, before lightly patting his little hip. "brush your teeth, i ain't tellin' you again."
he tries not to think about it, but that just makes it worse. can't stop imagining you in the arms of some other asshole, what stupid shit they must be doing to flirt with you, how they're making you laugh; just the image of it alone — you, besides some fucking bozo, head thrown back the way you do, laughing louder than you ever did with him — makes his stomach hurt.
it makes him dread the hand-off, too. his house is gonna feel too quiet now, after a week with the little brat, and that's a big enough wound to leave him with nothing to say — but you always try to insist on katsuki finding someone every time you get back out there.
it makes him physically ill, just watching the side of your face as you buckle your son into his car seat, all grins because your house gets to be lively with him.
and when you close the door and turn to him and mutter out your little, "hey, by the way....", he has half a mind to just walk away, right then.
"your son," you start off, lightly punching him in the shoulder. "got into the dryer sheets last week and flushed a whole bunch of them down the toilet."
oh.
"oh," katsuki says, and then he narrows his eyes at his son through the window, even though he's not paying any attention.
(on the nights when the little boy can't sleep, is more emotional than usual, katsuki calls you because that's what your son really wants.)
(very relatable feeling, katsuki thinks.)
"yeah," you smile, "and my coworker's husband is a plumber, so i was able to get it all taken care of. just...thought i would let you know."
katsuki shrugs like he could care less, but you see right through it all, of course. the both of you, mother and son, too understanding for his own good.
almost like you were made for him, like you're supposed to still be his.
"yeah, good," he nods once, glancing over your shoulder to see your son finally sitting up a little bit, peering through the window with his big, sad eyes.
just watching the two of you. just knowing.
#WAAAAHHHH he tries so hard with him 🥺#and it makes your little cutie patootie a little more emotionally intelligent !!!!#which katsuki thinks is a good thing !!! bc he's bad at it LMAOO#i'm sorry i know this isn't exactly what you were probably thinking but akfhkahfakh this is so cute PLEASE HE'S SO UPSET#thinks about it ALL DAY LONG#just to be like....oh hmm ? yeah good. cool. nice.#PFFFFTT LOSER YOU WERE SO AHFHHIAUHUG#cw children#✿ willow writes#✿ thoughts: bakugou#✿ theme: dad bakugou#✿ theme: ex husband bakugou
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AALI AALI!!
you and bakugou usually do missionary during sex, he likes to watch your face and blah blah right? well one day he says he wants to try doggy, no problem. well as hes fucking you so good you hear giggling,
all the sudden you become very self conscious, and aware. he’s laughing at you!! you stop him, telling him your not in the mood. Bakugou understands and leaves to the bathroom to jerk off. all is well but it doesn’t leave your mind that he was giggling at you.
well you begin to cry, big fat salty tears. and when he hears this hes by your side, comforting you and asking whata wrong. you whine about how he was laughing at your body. his face goes red, he said,
“im not laughing at you, or your body. your butt jiggles when i thrust inside of you.”
katsuki bakugou is such a man.
૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — fluff, suggestive but no smut, minors dni, aftercare scenes, gn!reader.
OH PLEASE THATS SO CUTEEEE :(( bakugou would definitely feel guilty — he hates making you cry for any reason other than pleasure so he’d scoop you up so fast and pull you into his chest, kissing your forehead, rubbing your back until you’re calm enough to properly explain your feelings to him.
“you gonna tell me what’s runnin’ through yer pretty little head, gorgeous?” and like he doesn’t push when you hiccup and take a few moments to collect yourself — instead bakugou slows his breathing so that yours can match up with his and you’re breathing together, listening out to his heartbeat to calm yourself down. “c’mon, no more tears. tell me what’s up so i can make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
please and you’re all pouty, because katsuki really is so good to you and you feel almost silly for ruining the mood. he’s a great partner, he cares about you, brushing a calloused thumb over your cheek to fill the silence as you piece together what you want to say. “i thought you were laughing at me…when i bent over and— it’s silly i know.” you whisper and your lip quivers as you clutch onto him a little tighter. “I guess…i got self conscious? i hate not looking good for you and—“
stop cause his cheeks would start burning, hot spreading all over the back of his neck and bakugou would squeeze you so tight in that way you know he’s silently apologising in. “baby,” he almsot whines, tucking his face atop your head as if to hide how embarrassed he is. “i…wasn’t laughin’ at your body. you’re fuckin’ gorgeous and i’ll say it as many times as you want me to and mean it. i just…i like the way your ass bounces when you let me fuck you from behind. it’s like watchin’ puddin’ jiggle.”
bakugou would be so embarrassed to admit it, you’d be sitting in his arms completely silent a bit in shock before a soft smile crosses your lips. “katsuki?”
“hm?” he peeks one eye open to look at you, still flustered beyond belief with his heart racing.
“i think we’re both a little silly, huh?”
“yeah,” he would wince and squeeze you again, still a little shy but happy to see you smiling. “you’re okay though? ‘m sorry for laughin’.”
“more than okay.”
:(( he pampers you for the rest of the night after that.
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Bakugou reaction to his s/o wearing something revealing💍
this is almost a year old i'm so sorry :/
but kinda related to the last blurb i posted, i think he would just go feral, tbh. if you're in public, not necessarily through his actions, but his thoughts. all he's thinking about is just, you you you.
say you meet up with him and your friends (the bakusquad) at the bar since it was easier than having him come pick you up all the way on the other side of town from his agency. (he wanted to but you insisted he not go through the trouble and sometimes he just can't say no to you. the only reason he even came out was because you asked!)
so he didn't get to see your outfit beforehand. as soon as you walk in, his eyes are practically glued to you. he has tunnel vision and he can barely hear anyone or anything else around him.
denki even teases him with a dumb joke, "you know you're allowed to blink. right?"
and bakugo doesn't even spare him a glance, just gives him a quiet "shut the fuck up" in response, still entranced by you, as if the words would distract him.
your eyes are immediately drawn to your man like a magnet and you feel all warm when you notice him lick his lips as he watches you.
as you get closer, his legs automatically open up for you to sit on his lap and you do, fitting together like puzzle pieces. you kiss him hello and then greet everyone else, all of them smiling and smirking at how bakugo has not once taken his eyes off you since you entered the establishment. but since they know he's happy now that you're here, they don't bother him too much, just carry on with conversation, asking you how you've been.
eventually, you turn back to him and his eyes are raking over your figure, one arm wrapped around your waist, one hand holding you tight, the other rubbing your thigh up and down. and the feeling of him all up under you and his skin on yours is making you question how long you can actually last out there in the open without dragging him someplace private.
he whispers to you and it feels like you two are the only ones in the room. "you look good."
you bite your lip to stop your embarrassingly cheesy smile.
"yeah?"
he nods. "yeah. look fucking gorgeous. always do, you know that."
you smirk and fight every urge in your body not to make out with him right then and there, remembering that you are actually in public, even if he makes you feel like you're the only two on the planet.
"dressed up just for you." your voice is sweet but the words come out in a teasing whisper.
he licks his lips again and lets his eyes roll over your body slowly, drinking you in as he squeezes your thigh and you feel yourself throb. he smirks and you know he felt it. his eyes shoot back up to yours and your breath hitches.
anyway, you end up bent over the sink in the bathroom and after that you're both way too needy for each other, so you go straight home to continue. <3
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strawberry jam
cowboy(ish)! bakugou katsuki x fem! reader
summary: This had to count as one of the worst days in your entire life — stuck on the side of the road in the hot sun in the middle of nowhere with your old, stupid, broken down car and no cell service. At least there was a super hot cowboy who stopped to help.
contains: FLUFFF OMG JUST FLUFF AND LOVE
word count: 11.6k (somebody sedate me pls)
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a/n: this is for the loml, @katxn15, for her birthday that was like, a month ago, BUT I FINALLY FINISHED OKAY IM SORRY IK I SUCK (but also, apologies to my followers, i still feel like this writing isn't my best work - but we're kicking writer's block's ass one day at a time)
also, here's the strawberry jam recipe
This had to count as one of the worst days in your entire life — stuck on the side of the road in the hot sun in the middle of nowhere with your old, stupid, broken down car and no cell service.
You’d just been trying to drive back home from college for spring break, but no — the universe had decided that it was too much to ask for and decided to dump you here, on the side of the backroad (because, of course, you thought that using the backroad would be quicker to avoid the usual highway traffic; and now there were no cars passing by that could help you) in the middle of some random field on a hot spring day.
You finally gave up trying to call someone — your roommate, your parents, a friend from your hometown — after about twenty minutes, when you realized that the phone stopped ringing completely and a low battery notification popped up.
Fucking hell.
Under the hot sun of the afternoon and without the AC, the car had started to reach its boiling point, leaving it unbearable to be stuck inside even if it offered the smallest amount of shade from the blinding light above. Your water bottle was all finished now too, so you were sure if you didn’t get out, you’d die of heat stroke.
The air was sticky when you finally cracked open the driver’s door, and paired with the direct sunlight overhead you could already feel yourself turn sweaty and breathless in the heat, and yet you pushed yourself out with your phone still in hand and outstretched, trying to catch at least one minute of cell service.
For a minute you thought one bar popped up, but it was gone as soon as it came and you were left with nothing as you flung it back into the car and closed the door out of frustration.
The stupid, fucking car just had to break down in the worst place possible, out in the middle of nowhere where no one was driving by.
“Fuck!” You finally let out in frustration, grasping at your hair and pulling at it as the panic set in.
You’d been sitting in your car for about thirty minutes now, and no one had driven by in all that time.
What if you were just stuck there until you died of heatstroke — okay that was an exaggeration, but at this rate you might have to be stuck on the side of the road for hours, you might even have to sleep in your car until morning.
Your back hurt just thinking about it.
At the very least you’d be extremely dehydrated, you could already feel the energy getting sucked out of you from the sun in reverse photosynthesis — and now that you thought about it you kinda had to pee.
Scratch that, you really had to pee.
There were just miles of fields ahead and behind you, there was nowhere to go unless you wanted to just go at it right there in a bush, but there was no way you were attempting that.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” You paced around your car trying to will your bladder to stop bothering you, hoping — or praying, more like — that someone would pass by and that they could just take you to their little nearby house.
These fields had to belong to somebody, with the wheat, or whatever it was, that was being grown in bulk, there had to be someone living out there somewhere who had a bathroom that you could use.
And after what felt like an hour of waiting under the sun (though it was only about ten minutes), your prayers were finally answered when you spotted a red, old, beat-up looking pick up truck from across the distance, and the sight was enough to propel you to start waving your arms and jump around to catch their attention.
Maybe it was a nice, old farmer who was just heading to his house nearby who’d be kind enough to let you use their bathroom and phone and to help you with your car.
And that’s who you were expecting to step out when it slowed to a stop — a nice, old, friendly dude.
Except it wasn’t.
Instead, you were faced with a tall, young (your age, it looked like actually), attractive guy wearing worn-out cowboy boots, faded jeans, an orange plaid shirt, and a cowboy hat with blonde strands peeking out from underneath. And not only was he not old or a farmer, he was also scowling at you like it was your fault he’d decided to stop.
That was enough for your open mouth to snap closed in an instant, and instead of explaining your situation to him and thanking him for stopping like you were planning on doing, you stood there frozen with wide eyes, watching as he stomped towards you like he was about to yell at you for something.
You cringed away from his figure with your eyes squeezed shut in response to his expected lecture, only for them to pop open when he spoke in a soft, grumbled tone instead.
“Yer car’s broken?”
“Huh?” you blinked up at him like you’d just been squirted in the face with water.
He rolled his eyes before they rested back onto your face with that same scowl. “Is yer car broken?” he asked louder.
“Oh, yeah” you quickly turned away to point at it as you babbled dumbly. “I think it’s the engine. It’s really old so it kinda sucks now.”
“Lemme take a look,” he walked around you towards the hood of your car — and you just stood awestruck as your mind finally registered that he wasn’t about to attack you, and that he was instead looking down at the wires and stupid things in the hood of your car like any other normal, nice person would have.
Why’d he look so angry then? A super bad case of resting bitch face?
You trailed after him, watching from the sidelines as he fiddled around with stuff you didn’t understand, biting the inside of your cheek when he reached up to wipe away some sweat that was dripping down his face before he continued working.
You know, now that you thought about it, he was actually super good looking. Under the small shade from the hood of the car, you could carve out his features: red, piercing eyes, clear skin, a strong jawline.
Your roommate would be so jealous if she found out some super hot cowboy helped you with your car. It was straight out of a romance book actually. If only you hadn’t thrown your phone back in the car out of anger, you could’ve snuck a picture of him and sent it to her when you finally got cell service.
You could already imagine the look on her face if you were able to get a picture of this guy, all screwed up in anger and—
“Engine’s gone,” the cowboy’s voice came back, and you were back to being an idiot.
“What?” you blinked up at him.
“S’not fixable. Engine’s dead,” he responded as he shut the hood. “Yer gonna need a ride then?”
“Yeah, uh actually,” you rubbed the back of your neck that was definitely gonna be sunburned, “I kinda have to use the bathroom. Do you live nearby, or—”
“Town’s about thirty minutes away, n’ I live past that.”
“Shit,” you mumbled under your breath while turning away.
What the fuck were you supposed to do now?
“Jus’ go here,” he gestured to the blowing wheat field around you. “No one’s gonna find out.”
“Um, no,” you stopped him. “I’m not gonna do that.”
“Why? Yer too civilized for that shit?”
“I never said that—”
“Ya cityfolk have never had to piss outside before?” he challenged with a raised eyebrow.
You knew he was just trying to rile you up for some odd reason, trying to challenge you into doing something stupid and dumb just for the hell of it. And yet, and this sounded so idiotic, you felt like he was trying to guage something about you, to test some limit you had to see how far he could push you, and for some goddamn reason you were letting him push you past it.
Or maybe it was just because you had to pee really bad and were getting to the point where you really didn’t care anymore.
Either way your patience was running thin.
“I literally never said anything about any of that,” you huffed. “Stop putting words in my mouth. But fucking fine!” you raised your arms up in despair. “I’ll go piss somewhere out here. Happy now?”
The cowboy’s face twisted into surprise for a split second, but you watched it switch back into a frown as he stared boredly.
“Don’t take long. I’ve got places to be,” you could almost hear the chuckle in his voice — he really wasn’t as attractive now that he’d opened his mouth.
.
.
.
Mr. not-so-attractive-anymore cowboy didn’t even help you when you had to pull your overstuffed suitcase out of your trunk and stick it in the back of his pickup.
“A little help?” you’d looked at him with your hands on your hips after trying to hoist it onto the back of his pickup truck and failing.
“I’m the one doing you a favor,” was what he replied with before he just went and sat in the driver's seat — in response you stuck a middle finger out to his back.
It took a couple of tries, but you finally got it up and secured it — though you could feel the sweat that’d built up from you trying to lift your heavy, overpacked suitcase out in the sun and humidity.
Damn you really wanted to kick yourself in the head for being stunned by his looks when you first saw him, his personality was actual garbage.
“Took ya long enough,” he grumbled when you swung the passenger door open, and you scoffed and rolled your eyes, making sure to close the door harsher than it needed to be in response.
You almost expected him to get angry at you for it, but at that point you didn’t care because you finally had AC. It was a sigh of relief after being stuck outside in the sweltering, afternoon sun for almost an hour, and you let yourself lean against the headrest as you finally let yourself breathe something other than the humid air outside that made you feel like you were choking on your own lungs.
The cowboy didn’t say anything after his initial comment, and you both instead drove down the road in silence as you stared out the window, watching the blur of fields and green that passed, with only the sound of the AC blasting to keep you both company.
You found yourself staring at him from the side after a while, perhaps out of boredom; and though you berated yourself once more for being so attracted to him because of how good he looked despite his personality, you couldn’t not thank him for helping you out in a dire situation.
“Thank you,” you found it in yourself to utter it somewhere besides your mind, and you noticed the slight tinge of a smile on his lips and the way his eyes slid over to you for a second.
“What was that?”
“You heard me the first time,” you groaned, resting your head in the palm of your hands while your elbow leaned on the door handle.
That elicited a small chuckle from the cowboy, and somehow you found yourself smiling in return.
“What am I supposed to do with my car?” you took advantage of the more normal mood. “I can’t just leave it on the side of the road.”
“I know someone who can deal with that in town, s’not really a problem.”
“Is there cell service there?” you instantly shot up. “I really have to tell my parents about what happened since they were expecting me to be home in the evening.”
“There’s nothin’ really in town, to be honest — most people use landlines ‘round here,” he shrugged. “Where I live’s got service though, I can bring you there.”
“...Thank you..” you found yourself choking out again. It had to be his stupidly handsome face, there was nothing else that could explain it.
You noticed the small twitching smile on his lips again before it disappeared into his resting bitch face, but he wasn’t cocky about your thanks this time.
“S’not a big deal,” he grumbled back.
“I’m Y/N.” You decided to make the leap before the car settled back into the sound of blasting AC.
“Katsuki,” he replied without missing a beat.
At least now you knew Mr. Cowboy’s name.
“Town’s up ahead,” Katsuki spoke after a minute or so, pointing towards the small sign posted at the side of the road that read Welcome to Auburn Springs — and you watched the deserted-looking fields transform into roads and small buildings through the window as Katsuki began slowing down to adhere to the changed speed limit.
It looked straight out of those old western movies your dad was obsessed with for some reason — with small, cramped and shabby buildings lining the main road, though they all seemed to be out of use with either boarded up doors and windows or peeling signs that read CLOSED.
These used to be businesses, you quickly realized, from the couple of handpainted, faded logos that were still stuck to a couple of windows; but they all had to be shut down for some reason. Perhaps the buildings were too old?
“This is town?” you turned to Katsuki, confused. How did people get anything done?
“Old town,” he grumbled back. “Main street’s up ahead.”
You nodded before turning back out the window, taking note of Katsuki turning right at the edge of the street to where you were met with a lot of buildings with very obviously newer construction (though it was still quite old fashioned — but it wasn’t historic).
Smaller, obviously Mom and Pop shops, lined the street — you caught a motel, a café, and a small grocery store — following the curve of the road as it went into a roundabout at what you guessed was the center of town. A towering fountain stood in the middle of the small square, a young man standing proudly in the middle of it, watching over all the stores for their protection.
Katsuki pulled past the roundabout into a small parking lot behind one of the buildings on the side, and quickly gestured for you to get out.
“I’ll take ya to the tow shop first,” he guided you back towards the stores, and you got a better view of the small town center and the shops that lined it, the small boxes of flowers that were laid out on the sidewalk next to the streetlamps, the single stoplight at the end of the road with a blinking yellow light — you guessed a lot of people didn’t come by.
“Ya comin’?”
You hadn’t realized you’d stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to stare.
Your head snapped back to where Katsuki was standing. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry.”
He nodded slightly, gesturing to the shop behind him and for you to follow him in. When he opened the door to walk in, you half expected him to let the door fall closed behind him; you couldn’t really stop your eyes from widening when he held the door open for you, stunned in place until he glared at you and gestured for you to walk in.
You were immediately blasted with air again, coming from the large fan attached to the cracked ceiling, met with a small shop: an empty counter in the back, and a couple of comfy old armchairs chairs in the foreground with a round, wooden table in the middle.
“Ei!” Katsuki called out, and it startled you out of the calm silence that was present in the shop.
“One sec Katsuki I’m coming!” someone called out from somewhere in the back, maybe there was a hidden room back there.
Katsuki huffed before walking towards the counter while you followed behind him slowly and unsurely, guessing you were waiting for whoever Ei was.
“Sorry, Sorry I–” a tall, red-haired guy (who was also very attractive — was this where all the hot guys had gone?) appeared from some side door that you hadn’t noticed, pausing when he saw you standing there behind the counter as well. “...I was just eating lunch really quickly. I, uh, how can I help you ma’am?”
You opened your mouth to answer but Katsuki was already talking just as the words were forming in your head.
“Her car’s stuck on the side of the highway — the side road ya know? ‘Bout thirty minutes out of town — engine looked like it was busted.”
“Ei” stood there for a few seconds, blinking between you and Katsuki for what felt like hours before his eyes brightened and smiled at the both of you.
“That’s not a problem ma’am,” he nodded towards you. “I can grab it easily and bring it over to Sero’s across the street. He can fix it up for ya if it isn’t too messed up.”
“That would be a life saver, thank you,” you spoke before Katsuki could say anything. “How much do I owe you?”
Ei just let out a smile. “S’not a problem. Any friend of Katsuki’s is a friend of mine.”
“She’s not a friend,” you heard a pained grumble from beside you, and you rolled your eyes.
“No, I insist,” you pushed, turning back to Ei. “I can’t ask you to do something like that without paying you for it.”
Ei let out a small chuckle, with a look directed towards Katsuki that you couldn’t exactly make out, before replying. “Twen’y dollars is enough.”
You dug through the wallet that had been sitting in your back pocket, fishing out a fifty dollar bill instead and placing it on the counter.
Ei opened his mouth to ask about giving you change but you stopped him before he could speak.
“Keep it. You don’t have to charge me a heavily discounted price.”
A slow, toothy smile spread on his face once more, as he glanced back between both you and Katsuki before sliding the bill back over the counter to his side and tucking it to somewhere you couldn’t see it.
“I’ll let ya know tomorrow when I get the car over to Sero’s. Ya got a number that’s good to call?” he grabbed a notepad from his side of the counter and a pen, scribbling quickly as you rattled off your phone number.
“Great, I’ll give ya a call tomorrow ma’am,” he nodded his head slightly.
“Oh, you don’t need to call me that,” you stopped him. It felt weird being called something that made you feel so old. “Just Y/N’s fine.”
“Good to know,” he reached his hand out towards yours over the counter, eyes sliding over towards Katsuki in a way that you didn’t notice. “I’m Eijirou, Miss Y/N.”
You shook his hand with a smile — two super attractive dudes in one day? Your roommate was gonna be mad mad that she decided not to come back with you when you’d asked. “Nice to meet you Mr. Eijirou.”
“Likewise.”
Katsuki cleared his throat, and both you and Eijirou’s handshake broke apart in time for Katsuki to come close enough to grumble in your ear that you looked like you were going to pass out.
“Go get somethin’ from the café across the other side of the fountain,” he pointed out the window. “You’ll get heatstroke otherwise.”
You could barely get yourself to register how close he was standing next to you as he practically breathed down your neck with the smell of his woody, spicy aftershave swallowing you — so you nodded quickly, waved bye to both (and the cool air from the fan) before you pressed open the door and stepped out to shield them both from the view of your flushed face. You could practically feel the heat radiating off your cheeks as you power walked across the sidewalk, trying not to think about what’d just happened in less than a minute.
“Who was she?” Eijirou gave a cheeky smile as he leaned forward on the counter once the door closed behind you. “Ya finally got yourself a girl, man?”
“No one you fuckass,” Katsuki rolled his eyes as he sneered.
“She didn’t look like no one,” Kirishima’s smile widened.
“Jus’ found her on the side of the road and she needed help. Nothin’ more than that.”
“Yeah right Katsuki,” he let out a chuckle. “Yer not known to be the most helpful out there.”
“What’s that supposed t’mean?”
“I’ve known you since we were kids, ‘kay? Yer not exactly known to hold open doors for girls,” Eijirou rose his eyebrows in a smug look. “And I can’t blame ya. She’s pretty.”
“Whatever,” Katsuki crossed his arms over his chest as he turned away.
“Would’ya mind if I asked her out then?” Eijirou hit him with the ultimatum, a growing smirk on his face as he watched Katsuki’s shoulders tense in anger. “I already got her number too, I could ask her tomorrow when I call ‘bout her car. Maybe we could go down to the bar and get a couple drinks, I’ll invite her back—”
“Fine, ya little shit.” Katsuki whirled back around with a scowl imprinted into his features. That’s the reaction he was looking for. “She’s pretty or whatever, ‘kay? I just stopped ‘cause I saw her jumpin’ on the side of the road like a lunatic. But that doesn’t mean anythin’. I don’t like her or nothin’.”
“I never said anything about likin’ her,” Eijirou chuckled. “S’not a bad thing, man. It’s good that yer letting yerself out a lil’. And she seems like a nice person to do that with.”
“Gimme that fifty back,” Katsuki opened his palm over the counter. “Put it on my tab instead.”
Eijirou stuck it in his palm without hesitation, a small, knowing smirk resting over his face as he watched Katsuki stick into his back pocket.
Katsuki liked you.
.
.
.
As it turned out, Katsuki had gone to the city for a farmer’s market (as he did every Sunday and Tuesday), which meant he had to go to that little grocery store you’d noticed to sell off the couple extra crates of fruit he had sitting in the back of the truck. Even though you tried to tell him that you could help him carry at least one as thanks for giving you a ride, he told you that your “noodle arms” weren’t gonna be of any help to him, and carried all of them across the street while telling you to stay by the pickup truck with your iced tea.
It was winding down towards the evening, you realized, as you watched the wispy clouds overhead take their slow strides across the blue sky; the sun was definitely leaning towards the western hemisphere of the sky now, towards a string of mountains that laid in the distance.
Out of plain curiosity, you slipped your phone out of your pocket to see if there was any cell service available. Even a little bit would’ve been fine at that point, you just had to tell your parents what happened and that your trip was probably canceled.
But, as Katsuki had said, there was nothing, not even a single bar, and you only had about five percent of battery left. Great.
You shoved it back into your pocket without another thought, sipping from your iced tea while shielding your eyes from the sun.
“If ya drink like that yer gonna have to piss again.”
Mr. Cowboy Katsuki was back.
“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes and flipped him off before walking towards the passenger’s side.
He only barked out a laugh that startled you, leaving him in a lopsided smile that you couldn’t exactly understand — but you were both on the road before you knew it, passing by a couple of different farms that he pointed out because you couldn’t tell the difference between wheat and barley.
It wasn’t long until he pointed out that they’d passed his property line, and you watched the wheat fields turn into corn as Katsuki turned into a smaller, winding road up to a large house you could see from the distance.
“That’s the main house,” Katsuki knew to explain from your curious stare. “I don’t live there. It’s where my boss lives.”
“Oh. What’s your job then?”
“I’m a ranch hand, I help out with stuff ‘round the property. Takin’ of horses and cows n’ shit.”
Well that explained the cowboy outfit.
“I thought you said you were taking me to where you lived.”
“I do live here. I don’t live there, though,” he gestured towards the house specifically. “There’re smaller cabins scattered around the property — two others live on site too.”
“Ranch hands, you mean?”
He grumbled in agreement, and you nodded as you watched the house grow larger and larger until he’d parked the truck right in the middle of the driveway.
You followed him out of the car as he marched straight into the house as if he owned the place, taking hesitant steps until you closed the front door behind you to observe the cozy space that’d been made; a beautiful stone fireplace was what you noticed when you first walked in, as well as the two tufted, brown leather couches with, what looked like, a hand-quilted blanket tossed over the side, and a wooden coffee table in the center to complete the living room.
It made you want to curl up with a book and a cup of coffee just from the sight of it, but you were in some random person’s house you had to remind yourself as you followed where you saw Katsuki disappear to the kitchen (which was small, quaint — with a pretty bowl of fruit on the counter and a dark stained dining table already set with four places of silverware) and the back door where you could see him standing through the window talking to someone.
You quickly made your way outside, where Katsuki was talking to an older man with a large crate in his hands; he was thinned and tall, with blonde hair that stuck out from under the straw hat he was wearing and bright, cheerful blue eyes — with a small smile peeking from his lips when he noticed that you were standing there.
What did Katsuki say to him?
“Sorry to hear about yer car,” he approached you, a gentle tone in his voice. “I do hope it can be fixed tomorrow so you can go home. In the meantime, why don’t you stay in the guest bedroom upstairs?”
“Are you sure?” you blinked. You hadn’t even said anything to the dude and he was already offering to let you stay the night? “I don’t want to be any trouble, I mean there was a motel in town I could just stay–”
“Ya can’t even drive there by yerself,” Bakugou interrupted. “And I’m sure as hell not driving ya there.”
“It would be no trouble,” the man said as he walked up onto the porch. “I have more than enough food ready and the guest room’s always prepared.”
“Uh, then yes. Thank you, Mr…”
“Toshinori,” he nodded as he passed you to step inside. “Just Toshinori, no need for honorifics.”
“Thank you, Toshinori.”
“Of course. Katsuki, get ‘er suitcase outta the trunk, will ya? And show her where the guest bedroom is,” Toshinori said before disappearing into the kitchen, and you inwardly smirked when Katsuki grumbled under his breath about having to lug your heavy suitcase up the stairs yet showed you back through the house and up the stairs without saying anything to Toshinori.
He just pointed towards the room from across the hall, told you the bathroom was right across from it, and trudged back down the stairs with his heavy boot fall to go get your suitcase.
You wandered into the room, taking in the simple wooden bed frame and linen sheets, the matching dresser and nightstand set as well as the lacy curtains that were tied to the edges of the window to let the sun in.
It was pretty and pleasing and simple, and you sat down on the bed without thinking about it to grab your phone from its spot in your back pocket, only to be greeted by a (what seemed like) a thousand notifications from your parents and your roommate — which meant you’d finally gotten some cell service.
You called your mom first, of course — she would’ve killed you if you hadn’t — and she was almost crying when you told her that you were okay and that the car had just decided to be a piece of shit and break down in the worst place possible. She seemed hesitant to hang up once you’d finished, but she ran out of things to tell you about and finally had to let you go after about two minutes.
Your roommate though, you savored that conversation.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she screamed. “You just happen to be stuck where all the hot people are and you can’t even send me a picture of one of them?”
“It was only like, two hot guys but whatever.”
“Okay, okay, okay — what about the cowboy though? You said he was an asshole but he was hella good looking. Like how good looking, describe him.”
“Um, well he’s blonde, and tall,” you bit the inside of your cheek. “Super attractive. Probably toned too, I mean he does work on a farm all day, I’m sure he does a lot of heavy lifting.”
“Anything else?” she pressed. “Give me specifics here.”
“His eyes are red, like a really pretty, vibrant red — kinda like a strawberry, sorta. And he’s always kinda frowning. That’s why I was scared of him when I first saw him! I thought he was gonna come and yell at me, I swear–”
You were interrupted by knocking, where you whirled around to find Katsuki standing at your open door with your suitcase, his (what you guessed, at this point you only knew him for like, two hours) usual frown on his face but with a new look you hadn’t seen in his eyes.
Shit. He fucking heard me, right?
“Dinner’s in twen’y,” was all he said before he left — and you let out a sigh of relief in return at the lack of reaction.
By the time you’d washed your face and gotten downstairs, the table had already been joined by two other guys, who, you guessed, were the other ranch hands Katsuki was talking about earlier, along with an additional place setting at the end of the table. One of the guys was covered in freckles and had green hair, and the other had dual-colored red and white hair. Izuku, who you learned was the green-haired guy, asked you a million questions about college: what you majored in, what it was like living in the city, how it was to attend classes everyday — everything he could probably think about; in the meantime Shoto, Mr. red and white hair, sat quietly and nodded along to whatever Izuku said.
Surprisingly, Katsuki did the same as Shoto did, with the occasional grunt to something or a one-word answer when Toshinori told him about something that had to be done the next day, and it was surprising to see him act un-snarky compared to how he’d been earlier; you kinda wanted to kick him under the table just to see what he would do in response, but you didn’t want to be rude, especially not when his boss was nice enough to let you stay the night without even meeting you — for all he knew, you might rob the place and sneak away when no one was awake.
And honestly, it was nice to sit down and eat at a dinner table, it felt like you were at home when you were in highschool, where your mom did that thing where she made everyone go around the table and talk about one thing interesting they learned that day; it was so different from the nights you’d spent cooped up in the quiet library with a simple sandwich so you could get through your essay in time.
You were quick to offer help in cleaning up (since you’d been upstairs pacing around your room trying to convince yourself that Katsuki, in fact, hadn’t heard what you’d said about him and the weird glint in his eye was made up in your mind) since you’d been upstairs when they were setting the table, stacking all the plates silverware and bringing them over to the sink where Katsuki was already washing his.
“Just put ‘em down, I’ll do ‘em,” he pointed to the counter space next to the sink.
“I can help though,” you crossed your arms over your chest. He hadn’t even let you carry one crate when you were in town — he had to at least let you help here.
“Clean up the lefto’ers,” he rolled his eyes before going back to scrubbing a plate. “There’s smaller containers in that cabinet next to the fridge. Put ‘em in there and bring me the bigger dishes.”
“Aye Aye Captain.”
You heard him grumble under his breath and you laughed as you stuffed leftover carrots into a smaller tupperware container.
It was kinda funny, actually, how your perception of him had changed in the past couple hours: you’d gone from being scared of him, to thinking he was attractive, then finding out he was an asshole, and now you were stuck in this weird limbo of being friendly and awkward with him.
“Do you have a phone charger I could borrow?” you asked as you placed the larger dishes next to the sink. “My phone is about to die and I forgot to bring one.”
“No.”
“I won’t lose it or break it if that's what you’re thinking,” you stood next to him as finished up the dishes.
“Can’t,” was all he said as he used a towel to dry his hands.
“Why not?” you raised an eyebrow at him.
“I don’t have one.”
That made you pause for a second, stuck in place as you watched him shuffle to the other side of the kitchen to do something.
“What do you mean you don’t have one?”
“I don’t have one,” he shrugged.
“What do you use to charge your phone then?”
“I have one but it won’t work on yers.”
“Why? What phone do you have?”
And damn, were you shocked when he pulled an old flip phone out of his back pocket to show you.
“Are you serious?” you blinked between him and the phone in his hand, watching as the scowl on his face deepened — and that was about all you could take before you burst into laughter. “How do you do anything on it? Can you even text on it or what?”
“Oh shaddup,” he grumbled as he shoved it into his back pocket, watching as you could barely hold yourself up as you laughed about him being a grandpa and the phone being from the 1990s.
The both of you’d actually forgotten that everyone else was still in the kitchen with you — until Midoriya told you that he had a phone charger you could borrow, leaving you and Katsuki standing there and staring at the rest of the kitchen with wide eyes until you could finally muster out a “yes” and a “thank you”.
Waking up the next morning without the sound of your phone alarm screaming at you to get up so you could lug yourself to class was refreshing, to say the least. It was almost strange to wake up naturally, to the sunlight streaming in through the window and the view of the green fields outside.
It was probably the most relaxed you’d felt in a while.
In fact you were so relaxed, that you stumbled down the stairs after just crawling out of bed in need of some coffee since you remembered that you’d noticed one when you were in the kitchen yesterday. It was already late morning, so you expected that everyone else would be out doing whatever their jobs were anyways, it wouldn’t matter what you looked like.
The wooden floors creaked underfoot as you stepped into the kitchen, beelining straight to the coffee pot that sat on the counter next to the fridge — a smile perking up when you realized there was already coffee in it, and it was still a good temperature.
But you almost spilled coffee all over yourself when someone cleared their throat, and you whirled around to find Katsuki sitting at the kitchen table with a mug in hand; a stupid smirk climbing up his face as he realized he’d scared you.
“Did sleeping beauty finally wake up?” he sipped his coffee, looking up at you through his eyebrows.
You only rolled your eyes as you took a sip from your own mug, though you pulled away after a second because it was way too bitter.
“Do you guys have any creamer or something?”
“Fridge,” he grumbled — eyes following as you opened it and grabbed a small glass container, pouring it into your coffee and putting it back before stirring it with a spoon and coming to sit at the table.
“What time do you wake up?” you asked after a moment. “I’m guessing you didn’t just get up and come here to grab coffee.”
“Around six,” he shrugged. “We try to do more work in the mornings so it’s not too hot.”
You just nodded as you went back to sipping on your coffee, watching from the windows as the fields swayed in response to the wind. Life seemed to move so much slower out here, which was so strange compared to the busy lifestyle you were used to.
And what felt even stranger was Katsuki sitting next to you, sipping on his coffee, without a care in the world — strangely domestic, even. You could find yourself imagining your future like this, in a small little kitchen being served pancakes and coffee as you stared out to the pretty, lush fields outside.
But, why were you thinking about this with Katsuki?
You turned to look at him discreetly, watching his throat move slowly as he sipped on his coffee, the steam still rising from the cup.
How was he able to drink it when it was so hot? Was he secretly burning his tongue and keeping quiet about it?
“Ei–Eijirou call you yet?” Katsuki (speak of the devil) asked suddenly, his voice harder and colder, a contrast to what it had been when he’d first called you out for sleeping in.
“I don’t think so,” you shrugged, sitting up straighter. “I haven’t checked my phone yet. But I’m pretty sure his phone call would’ve woken me up.”
“Let me know what happens,” he said as he pushed himself up from the table. “I can drive ya into town if it gets fixed.”
“I will,” was all you could say before he was already out on the porch, back door slamming behind him as you were left staring at the rest of the empty kitchen.
The sudden change in his behavior threw you off, leaving you with whiplash as you took another small sip of your coffee. You thought the both of you would continue being as friendly as you had been yesterday — if “friendly” could be defined as trying to get a rise out of the other, but to you it meant the same.
What’d happened in the few minutes that neither of you were talking?
You could only let out a sigh, pushing yourself up from the table to wash your mug in the sink with a small, unnoticed frown settling over your lips. And it, once more, led you towards the question: why were you thinking about Katsuki?
And you could try to justify it by saying it was because he was the only person you’d really talked to in the entire town — maybe the only person you really got to know (in a small way). Maybe it was just because he was attractive, and there was some sort of pull that always seemed to lead to wherever he was — you really weren’t sure.
Omygodddd…. I’m getting hung up over a guy I’ve barely met.
And with that, you headed upstairs to take a shower and clear your head.
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You were, once again, reminded by the circumstances of your trip when you opened your suitcase to only find it stuffed with winter clothes — a byproduct of you still having a majority of your wardrobe stuck in your room at your parents house. You’d been planning on switching out your winter wardrobe with the summer clothes from home over your week spent there, since the sweaters and puffy jackets took up too much space for anything else to fit in your small, shared dorm closet.
The only thing that seemed to be appropriate for the weather outside was an oversized university t-shirt that you’d gotten at the beginning of the year that you’d promptly forgotten about, only found a couple days ago when you packed your whole wardrobe away — and a pair of jeans.
The shirt seemed to swallow you though, since the university had just given out large sizes for everyone (maybe because they expected everyone was gonna be a giant football player for some reason), so you tied it up into a somewhat crop top just so you wouldn’t drown in the cheap cotton.
If you weren’t able to go home this week and switch out your clothes, you might find yourself dying in the heat when you went back for classes next week. At least then you’d have an excuse to tell your parents to buy clothes instead of school supplies.
As you went through your suitcase to see if there was anything you could wear in hotter weather (maybe something had just slipped in), your phone started ringing.
You only assumed it was your mom, asking what an update was on the situation with your car, and answered it without looking at the screen.
When “Hey, it’s Eijirou,” came out instead of Hi honey, you had to pause just to register what was going on.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Eijirou,” you finally answered, sitting down on your bed. “Sorry, I’m going through my suitcase.”
“Nah yer all good. I wanted to tell you I brought yer car to Sero’s already. He said the engine looks real old. He’s gonna try and fix it, but he said there’s no promises. I’ll call ya later in the evening once he’s finished.”
“Damn, that was fast.”
“Yeah, well there’s not exactly a lotta business ‘round here. Only luck we have is if someone’s drivin’ and their car breaks down — like what happened with you.” You heard him chuckle from the other end of the phone before it settled into silence for a second or so. “How’s Katsuki treating ya?”
The topic startled you. Was he reading your mind or what? And, what exactly were you supposed to say when you knew they were probably friends of some sort? Katsuki called him Ei.
“Um, fine?” you sounded like you were unsure, which wasn’t what you were going for since you were just confused as to where it came from.
“Lemme know if he’s being an asshole — I’ll whack him upside the head for ya. He doesn’t exactly have a lotta experience being open with others.”
WHERE IS ALL THIS COMING FROM??
“I’ll, uh — I’ll keep that in mind,” you responded just as unsure, which was then met with an awkward silence that he finally ended with an “I’ll call ya later about the car” and a goodbye.
You hung up the phone feeling more confused about what was going on with Katsuki than you’d started, and just decided to ignore all of it to head downstairs and tell him about the situation with your car — he did say to tell him what happened when you got the call from Eijirou.
No one was in the kitchen when you stepped out to the back porch, making sure to close the door behind you. It was the first time you’d seen the rest of the farm in its openness, and not through a window.
A vegetable garden was what first caught your eyes, sitting in a small fenced area just next to the porch with neat little rows and small wooden signs labeling each crop. A faded red barn sat just a couple hundred feet past that, with a couple of windows you could see horses through as you walked past a separate patch of strawberries.
You spotted one of the cabins that Katsuki had been talking about earlier towards the left of it all: a neat little wood cabin with a small, clean porch, a welcome mat, and a rocking chair out front.
You found Katsuki standing at the side of the barn with a hose and a bucket, washing a foal who looked like they’d rather do anything than be there at that moment.
He didn’t say anything when he noticed you’d approached him, evidenced by the double take he’d given your figure before he went back to brushing the wriggling horse to make sure the soap cleansed them thoroughly.
“Eijirou called about the car.”
He didn’t look up as he responded. “And?”
“He said that Sero said the engine looked pretty old, so it might not be able to get fixed. But he’ll call later in the evening to let me know for sure.”
You heard him hum before he doused the foal with hose water.
“I’m not really sure what to do now,” you continued, leaning against the wall. “If the car isn’t fixable does that mean I’m stuck? I don’t wanna ask my parents to come out all the way here just to get me.”
“I’ve gotta go to the farmers market in the city again tomorrow,” Katsuki grumbled as he towel-dried the foal (who snuggled into his warmth). “I can jus’ take ya with me.”
“Are you sure?” you pressed. “I don’t want to be a burden and–”
“Stop talkin’ shit,” he rolled his eyes as he scooped the foal up and walked back into the barn with you following. “M’already going there — S’not a burden if I’m already headed there anyways. Jus’ lemme know what happens later and we’ll see.”
“Thank you,” you sighed, watching him place the foal back into the stable with its mother, where it rushed straight to nurse from her. “What’s their name?” you turned to Katsuki.
“The foal? Her name’s Lavender.”
“That’s pretty,” you hummed.
“Thought it was fitting for a spring baby,” he shrugged, rearranging some of the tack equipment to their proper places on the opposing wall.
You walked over to another horse, a pretty brown mare who had her head sticking out of her stall, trying to gauge your attention.
“You named them?”
“Some of ‘em, yeah,” he gestured to the pretty girl who was now nuzzling your hand to encourage you to keep running your fingers across her face. “She’s Iris.”
“I used to love naming horses,” you gave your full attention to the creature in front of you, scratching the sides of her ears as she bent down. You could feel Katsuki’s stare from the back of your head.
“My grandparents had horses,” you continued. “They lived not too far from the town I live in, so we’d try and visit them in the summer. They used to let me name the summer babies when we visited — one of them was Baby. She was a baby horse so I only thought it was proper to name her Baby. I was three, I think,” you chuckled. “Another one was Strawberry — because I had an obsession with strawberries when I was six.”
When you looked back at Katsuki, he was leaning against the opposing wall, staring at you — more like observing you, actually; like you were some animal in your natural habitat on some nature documentary.
“The first horse I ever named was this black mare when I was ten,” he spoke, hands dug into his sides with his arms crossed over his chest. “Called her Cherry.”
“That sounds like a hooker’s name,” you raised an eyebrow, watching as the soft expression he wore turned into a playful sneer.
“Hah? As if Baby and Strawberry aren’t hooker names.”
“Well, I mean, they could be,” you rolled your eyes. “But I feel like they’re not as obvious as Cherry.”
“Whatever,” he bit back, pushing himself off the wall. “Still a better name than Baby.”
“I was three!”
“Whatever you say,” you heard him chuckle as he strode out, hands shoved into his pocket with a cocky stance. “Now are ya gonna help me, or are ya just gonna stand around and stare?”
“Help you with what, exactly?” It was your turn to cross your arms over your chest with an eyebrow raised. “I thought I was too weak to help.”
“This is different.”
“What is it?”
“Strawberries.”
“...Strawberries?”
He didn’t answer you as he charged straight out of the barn, his stupid cowboy boots leaving you in the dust as you were forced to follow behind him without an answer.
Katsuki led you past the vegetable garden you saw earlier to the small patch of strawberries you’d noticed, though you didn’t get what he meant by saying he needed “help” with them. Picking them?
The cabin you’d noticed earlier lay nearby as well, under the cool shade of the grove of trees outlining the main house — and you stood, watching as Katsuki ran up the small steps of the porch to grab two baskets, before coming back to hand you one.
“That cabin’s yours?” you squinted in the sun, almost jealous that you weren’t wearing some bigass cowboy hat that would protect your eyes.
“Yeah,” he grunted. “Strawberries are mine too,” he gestured towards the small, fenced area. “I grew ‘em myself for the market.”
“Really? That’s so cool,” you followed him, stepping over the fence. “So you sell them for yourself then?”
“Yeah,” he shrugged. “The old man said he doesn’t really care what we do since we’ve already helped him for so long.”
“Do you just sell them as plain strawberries — or do you make stuff out of them?”
“Jus’ jam, usually,” he grunted, leaning down as he began picking the fruits off the bushes and tossing them into his basket. “Don’t really get enough time to do much else.”
You hummed, leaning down at another bush as you plucked off a couple strawberries and placed them into the basket held in the crook of your elbow. They were so vibrantly red, like the color of expensive lipstick your roommate liked to wear out to a bar (under the guise that it’d attract rich, hot dudes) — like the color of Katsuki’s eyes, just as you’d noticed the night before.
You kind of wanted to eat all of them, though you weren’t sure that Katsuki would be happy about you gobbling down all of his strawberries. He’d probably tear you a new one. But, maybe a taste wouldn’t hurt.
You plucked a small one, as ripe and red as some of the larger ones you’d picked, just so it would be more discreet — a small smile creeping up when you saw that Katsuki was busy doing what he was doing; you were about to pop it into your mouth when you noticed a beetle making it’s journey through the leaves of the bush before it crawled into one of the branches and disappeared into the plant, and immediately decided against trying any of them before they were washed.
It wasn’t too long til your basket was filled to the brim, threatening to overflow from the way they were piled on top of each other; it was heavy enough that it required two hands to hold it.
Katsuki was just about finished too, finally standing up to his full height and wiping away the sweat that’d dripped down his forehead with the back of his forearm before his eyes settled on you. A small, sly smirk had made its way up to his lips, though you couldn’t understand why he was looking at you like that.
“What’s the look for?” you raised an eyebrow.
“You need both hands to hold the basket?” he snorted.
You wrinkled your nose as soon as you realized he was carrying his own with a single sturdy hand — almost making the stupid basket look as light as air, even though you knew how heavy it was since it was just as filled (if not more) as yours was.
“Well sorry Mr. I work on a farm and basically lift weights for a living, that I need two hands to hold the basket so I don’t fall on my ass,” you huffed, rolling your eyes when he let out his bark of a laugh.
“Jus’ gimme that,” he walked towards you, holding his other hand out.
“No. I can carry it on my own.” Even though my shoulders are killing me. But feminism!
“It looks like yer arms are about to pop off,” he took another step closer. “Give it.”
“Nope,” you answered, making sure to pop the p while rolling your feet back and forth between your toes and heels.
“Give me the basket, shitty woman.”
“You said I should be helping you,” you emphasized. “This is me helping you.”
“You can help me — by giving me the basket.”
“How is that helping you?”
“Ya can’t exactly do anything else if yer arms fall off,” he rolled his eyes, ignoring the offended look you gave him. “B’sides, I want ya to go grab the jars for me.”
His hand comes to grab the handle you’re gripping tightly, fingers accidentally brushing against yours as the smell of aftershave hits your nose, just as it had yesterday from how close you’re standing — it makes your stomach flutter from how warm and rough his hands are, just from that little glimpse you catch of him, and you almost drop the basket in the process.
“Wh-Where are they?” you don’t break the eye contact that’s connected you, his hand still over yours.
“M’house,” he rasps — and you swallow, thickly, letting the weight of the basket shift from your hands to his before he continues. “They’re on the counter.”
You nod slightly, finally breaking the heat of his stare and his fingers when you fully let go of the basket and turn to the small cabin, thankful for the cool shade of the trees when you step up the porch from how hot your face has become, like you’d gotten a sunburn.
The little welcome mat invites you in as you push open his front door; and though it feels strange walking into someone’s house like that, you don’t want to look back at Katsuki and give him the opportunity to notice your flushed face.
You settle on not being nosy as you make your way into his kitchen after wiping your shoes on the welcome mat, just taking note of his decor’s simplicity and the cleanliness of the small cabin. There was a cardboard box filled with jars sitting on the counter, just as he said there would be — which you grabbed easily before making your way outside.
Katsuki was still standing where he had been, feet rooted in the same position under the sun with flushed cheeks under his cowboy hat — an unreadable expression on his face before he turned and began trudging towards the house with you by his side. There was nothing besides the crunch of dirt underfoot and the birds you could hear from the trees. Your shoulders occasionally bumped due to your unfamiliarity with the uneven ground, but he never said anything — so you left it.
The kitchen was quiet too, when you both walked in, with only the sound of the fan whirring from the living room ceiling while you looked up to Katsuki, wondering what’d happened again.
Every time there was a moment between you, it disappeared to reveal Katsuki being harsher than he had been previously — and it was always in a matter of seconds. Sure, he hadn’t been welcoming when you met him, but he was still willing to stop at the side of the road to help a complete stranger; that could tell you enough about his character.
You watched from the kitchen table as he washed the strawberries in a large plastic bowl in the sink, rinsing them out a couple of times before he placed them between your seat at the table and the one next to you. As he turned away to get whatever else he needed, you stole a strawberry — popping it into your mouth, eyes widening from how good it was.
After plucking the stem off another, a firm hand stopped you from taking a bite out of it; and Katsuki gave you a sneer after stealing it and taking a bite while he sat in the seat next to you.
“Cut ‘em small,” he pushed a knife and a cutting board your way.
“What’re you doing then?” you raised your eyebrows, watching as he finished off the rest of the strawberry he’d stolen.
“Making sure ya do it correctly,” he leaned back in his chair.
“That’s not fair.”
“It is if yer a thief.”
“It was one.”
“I saw you take the first one,” he smirked, leaving you to roll your eyes before pulling the bowl closer and getting to work.
He hovered over you for the first five you did, commenting that you were cutting the strawberry cubes too big or too small (though you weren’t sure it mattered if they were ‘too’ small — didn’t you want it as small as possible for jam?). But when he finally approved of the size of the pieces, you built up a pace for yourself — slicing them long twice before cutting them three (or four, depending on the size of the strawberry) ways across — tossing them into a different bowl Katsuki’d provided when the cutting board became too full.
It didn’t take as long as you would have expected, your fingers stained red and ready to prune when you finished, before looking up to find Katsuki’s nodding head bobbing alongside you.
“Not too bad for a newbie,” he smirked, standing up and grabbing sugar.
After adding the amount he deemed necessary, he showed you how he got it ready to cook by mixing the sugar and strawberries with a spatula until the mixture was soupy and liquidy. He transferred it to a pot on the stove, still stirring it with the same spatula as he explained what to do.
“If it starts sticking, ya need to take it off and lower the heat,” was one of the pieces of advice he gave (the only one you retained) — but all you could do was watch the top of his cowboy hat bob up and down from your spot on the countertop, kicking your legs slightly as you watched him go through the motions of making strawberry jam.
It continued on for twenty minutes, of him explaining small things that you weren’t really listening to as he continued to stir it; until you watched the foam bubble down to reveal a shiny jam, darker than the color of the original strawberries.
“Put the kettle on,” he ordered, and you kicked your legs out as you pushed yourself off the counter.
You wandered to the other side of the kitchen to do as he asked, watching as he turned the gas off and let the pot start cooling down while stirring.
“What’s the water for?”
“So the jars don’t break,” he looked up. “The glass shatters if the temperature difference is too high.”
He had you pour the water into the jars to warm them up before he came to the table and started filling them up with a ladle stolen from a kitchen drawer, handing them to you to seal and cap them.
The process was quiet and concentrated, as you both went through the motions of filling up each jar and sealing them, until you were finished and left with about thirty jars.
It was when you finished that you realized how close you were sitting next to each other, shoulders almost touching, your pinky fingers basically intertwined; you could practically feel the heat radiating off of him. And when you turned to look at him, you noticed how close your faces were to each other — how you you could practically feel his breath fanning your face when he did the same, how his eyes seemed to roam your face the same way yours were doing to his — and how it felt like you were getting closer; an invisible string was drawing you together, bringing you both closer and closer as you stared at his lips.
“Oh — jam?”
All it took was an instant for the both of you to break eye contact, turning to stare at the back door. Shoto had stepped in, completely disregarding the both of you as he walked forward and picked up a jar. You barely realized when Katsuki’s expression had turned into a sneer and he’d stood up from the table without missing a beat.
“Beat it half n’ half.”
“But, it’s lunch,” Shoto stared at him blankly.
And just like that, it was like nothing had happened. Again.
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Lunch consisted of peanut butter and jam sandwiches (because Katsuki had argued that you couldn’t refer to his jam as jelly — even though they were basically the same thing), and earned you the nickname “strawberry shortcake” when you dropped jam on your shirt.
(“Didn’t ya say you were obsessed with strawberries?” Katsuki smirked when you asked him where it came from.)
Eijirou called after lunch to let you know that the car wasn’t able to be fixed and that Sero wanted to buy it so he could use some of the parts. The news wasn’t that surprising, since your parents had bought it second hand as soon as you got your driver's license when you turned sixteen and that you were now a rising senior in college; and after a quick phone call to your parents to let them know about the situation, they agreed the best thing to do would be selling it so you could buy a new car.
You didn’t even notice when the sun began hanging low in the sky — and the afternoon turned to evening.
It was during dinner that you realized that you probably wouldn’t get a chance to see anyone ever again. Even if you hadn’t spent time with Shoto or Izuku — it was easy to see how nice and welcoming they were. It led to the four of you (Katsuki tagged along too) laying outside beside a small campfire and drinking beer, trading stories as if you’d known each other your entire life.
It was fun to learn about their lives in a small town: how everyone had practically known each other by the time they were five and all the shenanigans they would get up to. They told you about their other friends, the ones who’d moved away for bigger opportunities in bigger cities — and you noticed the way Katsuki’s face seemed to fall when the topic was brought up, even though he hid it by sipping on his beer quietly.
Both Shoto and Izuku eventually waved their goodbyes when they got up to go to bed, in the case that they wouldn’t be able to see in the morning if they were too busy, leaving you and Katsuki to quietly sip beer by the flames in comfortable silence.
“It’s weird to think that I won’t see you again,” you murmured after a while. The couple of beers you drank seemed to loosen the restraint your mind was holding on your mouth, and you stared up at the sky after a moment when he didn’t answer. “I won’t get the chance to be here again.”
Katsuki hummed in response, watching as you began tracing out constellations with your finger, muttering the names to yourself in the exact stupid way Deku used to. But, he wasn’t annoyed when you did it.
“Can I ask you something?” you turned to him suddenly, watching as he put his beer down.
“Shoot.”
“Why was your mood changing all day?”
“What d’you mean?” he blinked.
“Like, it felt like we were close at times — but then you’d seem angry again,” you looked back up at the sky and sighed before trailing off. “I just, I thought…”
“I heard you yest’rday.”
You snapped back to where Katsuki was staring at the ground.
“No one’s compared my eyes to strawberries before,” he commented. “Usually it’s rubies n’ other shit.”
“You heard?”
“M’pretty sure everyone heard shortcake,” he chuckled. “You were fuckin’ yappin’ at the top of yer lungs.”
“I was not!” you huffed. You could feel your face burning up as you huffed and turned away.
It remained silent for another minute or two before Katsuki spoke again.
“Back in highschool, I was with someone,” he started. “And I thought we were gonna stay like that — that she was gonna go away for college and come back so we could get married. I proposed to her, and she said no and left.” He looked back up and you watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed thickly. “You– uh, I guess you reminded me of her a little.”
You could only blink in response to his confession, watching the light from the fire dance off his face as he stared almost wistfully off into the distance.
“I do think, that uh, yer…pretty, or whatever,” he coughed out. “But, it’s not permanent. Yer gonna go back tomorrow and eventually forget.”
It was silent again, the sound of the crackling fire remnant of his car’s old air conditioning.
“You don’t know that,” you finally spoke hesitantly, scooting across the log to where he was sitting.
He looked up at those words, his eyes scanning your face, your expressions, the way you’d placed yourself so easily next to him.
“And even if I don’t stay here, it’s not like there’s no way to contact you — or even see you again. You live a couple hours from me, and you come to farmer’s markets there,” you paused, gathering your thoughts before you looked back up at him and the soft look on his face. “Katsuki… whatever she did — I’m not her.”
Maybe the beer had a larger effect on you than you thought it did — you weren’t one to admit something like that as easily as you just did, but it was probably a combination of the hazy spell your mind was experiencing as well as the intoxicating atmosphere of the night. You could feel your heart jump in your chest as Katsuki just stared at you, his eyes flicking down ever so often until he moved himself closer to you, his hand hovering just above your cheek as you inhaled his scent once more.
“...may I kiss you?” he whispered.
You nodded slightly, shocked, before he’d pressed his lips up against yours in a sweet, chaste kiss. You could taste the beer on him as his hands rose and cupped your cheeks gently, his thumbs stroking the tops of your cheeks as yours tangled around his neck, playing with the back of his hair.
He took that as an invitation to pull you closer, pulling you up onto his lap with his arms wrapped around your waist and rubbing small strokes up the small of your back — melting into each other as sugar does into jam, slowly and gently and passionately through small touches and gazes.
When you finally pulled away for air, you could see the flush of his face as he stared up at the sky and panted, pulling you flush against his chest.
“Damn shortcake,” you heard the smirk in his voice — though it didn’t seem to be as cocky as you would’ve expected. “You know how to kiss.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you murmured into his chest, feeling the rumble as he let out a short chuckle.
“Nothin’,” he pulled away for a second, and you noticed him grabbing something from his jean pocket.
In the light of the fire, he showed you his beaten leather wallet, with cracks and scratches — pulling out a fifty dollar bill that he then handed to you.
“What’s this for?” you sat up, your head leaning against his shoulder.
“S’the money you gave Ei,” he flipped it over, revealing a phone number on the other side, before looking away in embarrassment. “I was gonna give it to ya tomorrow when I dropped ya off — Ei suggested it.”
You couldn’t help but let out a giggle to the red that was rising on his face, becoming even more flushed than he had been when he kissed you.
“Thank you,” you smiled. “Now I can call you on your ancient phone.”
“Yeah, well, now I can teach ya how to make strawberry shortcake.”
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All Of The Drugs || K. Bakugou
|| TW: drugs, pills, depression, angst, sadness, fighting, talks of saving people ||
|| influenced by all of the drugs by the brobecks. ||
‘Save her’ his mind screamed as he watched her from across the room. The way her eyes got kinda distant and hazy and she wasn’t the girl he fell in love with. He watches the way she rubs her nose, her make up is fading away as she laughs and swings her hair around. The music at the party they are at is loud.
‘Save her’ he hears his fifteen year old self scream at him as she morphs from the fifteen year old she first met into the broken girl that he would have died for. His hand clutches the bottle of water.
‘Save. Her.’ He whispers to himself as he pushes his way through the crowd. The crimson red drips from her nose as he catches a glimpse of the girl he loved. He watches the way her throat tightens with anxiety as she sees the blood on her hands.
He pulls her into a bathroom and gently dabs at the blood that now runs down her lips and chin. He watches as her eyes focus in on him.
“I’m sorry.” She whispers as her fingers wrap around his wrist
“Don’t.” He mumbled back as he reaches into her clutch and pulls out her pressed powder. He gently reapplies it for her. He’s an expert at this point.
“Take me home.” She buried her face in his neck.
She stumbles with him to the car, her eyes get that hazy and distant look in her eyes once more. He buckles her into the car and drives to his apartment. She stares out the window as she watches the streets turn to the familiar ones that felt like home. The streets that she kissed him in the rain when she came home from rehab for the first time. The very streets that he found her slipping someone money for the very thing that got her put in a rehab. The same streets she broke his heart in.
He leads her to his apartment, the walk is silent. It’s full of things they wish they could say. All he can think about is how he hopes this will be the final time they’ll do this walk of shame. That she’ll give it up. She’ll come home to him.
The thought crosses his brain that he’s a sucker for all her lies. She’s the only person who can break his trust again and again. The only person who can tell him pretty little lies that leave him surprises every time they are a lie.
He glances at her as he unlocks his door, the way she’s slumped against the wall, staring off into space. He can’t read her mind anymore like he once could. They use to be so close.
“When’s the last time you eat?” He asked, she shrugged and picked at her black nail polish. He sighed as he led her to the kitchen. His grip on her wrist was tight like she’d fade away from him.
He rummaged through his fridge before he made her some eggs. Something light. He turned on his heels as he looked at the way her eyes drooped, the way the dark circles seemed darker tonight.
She ate as he watched. The second she was done, she put the plate in the dishwasher and they walked to the bedroom. They had a routine.
She grabbed a shirt from his closet, he unzipped the zipper of her mini dress. He pressed gentle kisses to her shoulders as he undid her strapless bra. Old habits die hard.
“Come on, arms up.” He hummed
“I got it. I’m not a child.” Her voice was weak as she raised her arms anyways, he helped her slip the shirt on before he stripped down to his boxers.
“Suki?” She asks gently as they laid face to face, staring at one another. The way she says his name is so fucking perfect to him, it makes his heart yearn.
“Hm?” He hums as he rolls over and reaches for the make up wipes on his bed side table.
“Thanks.. for… you know.”
“Hm.” He said as he gently wiped her skin down, getting rid of the products on her face. The dark circles under her eyes are worse now that the concealer isn’t there to hide them.
He remembers when they promised they’d be together forever. It was them against the world. Fuck everyone else. They were fifteen. Can a dream even exist in reality? Or does it turn to stone the second it leaves your mind?
“I love you.” She shouldn’t.
“I mean it.” She doesn’t.
“I know.” He doesn’t.
“I love you too.” He shouldn’t.
Her eyes flutter shut, she’s slowly coming down. He watches her as she starting to fall into a proper sleep. He can see the red flag that’s being waved over her like this was a NFL game. ‘DO NOT BECOME EMOTIONALLY INVOLVED WITH ME’ it screams. It’s too late. He’s trapped under her chipped nail polish.
He worries about just making it through tonight. He knows that tomorrow she’ll be back in his bed, just like she is 90% of the time.
He brushed a piece of hair out of her face and kept help but think that seven years later, she’s still all he wants. He imagines a perfect life. She’d fall asleep cuddled into him, the idea doesn’t seem that bad. She gives him hope when she shouldn’t. He never imagined himself to be a dreamer. He wants her to be happy and healthy, with or without him. Preferably with him. He wants her to love him forever. It’s a long shot. Life has a way of ruining everything.
The next morning, she’s not in his bed. He can hear the sink running. He stands from his bed and makes his way into the bathroom. He pushes the door open and sees her, hands gripping the counter, two round blue pills sitting on the counter. Her eyes have that hazy and distant look once again.
“I’m sorry.” She’s not.
“After this, I promise I’m done.” It’s a lie.
“I’ll go back to rehab.” It won’t work.
“I love you.” She shouldn’t.
He sighs gently as he runs his hands over his face in defeat.
“Why?” He asks gently, he knows why. He knows her speech.
“No matter how hard I try suki.. I can’t make this perfect. I can’t… I can’t contain it in a bottle and keep it perfect. Reality is too hard to ignore. There’s.. there’s chemicals and shit involved.”
Normally he’d sigh in defeat and force her to eat but he feels like it’s at a breaking point.
“That’s bullshit and you know it.” He scoffs and stares at her.
“These-“ he picks up the pills. “Are your fucking crutch.” He throws them in the toilet and flushes them.
“No!” She yells and watches as they disappear. A fight breaks out between them. She’s yelling and crying and he’s screaming at her and trying to get through to her. To make her understand. To make her want to live.
He watches as she lays down and cries on his couch. He sighs and sits on the coffee table, he rubs her back slowly as he coos that it’ll be okay.
“I love you.” He shouldn’t.
“I love you too.” She doesn’t.
‘Save her’ his mind screams. He wants too, really he does.
‘Hi suki.’ Her voice is soft as she talks, she leans her head on his shoulder as they sit on his bedroom floor in the moonlight.
‘Hi.’ He whispers and lays his head on hers.
‘I don’t think I can try anymore suki.. it hurts.’ She sniffles and buried her face in his neck.
‘I know.’ He whispers and kisses her forehead.
‘But it’s you and I against the world, okay? I don’t want you to forget that.’ She reasons and he nods again as they star gaze on the cloudy evening. He know she was sad. That she looked at herself like she was the cloudy evening when to him, she was the one bright star that shined through the dark.
“And she takes her pills and she tells her lies. And she breaks my heart and breaks her word but I still act surprised.”
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Wasn't sure what kind of Bakugo you wanted so...
CONTENT WARNING: Possessive and stalker behavior, bullying, rumors and gaslighting, seclusion, sexual themes, abuse. Dead dove, do not eat!
Bully! Bakugo and his outcast darling
You never quite understood why you didn't fit among your classmates, an odd look splashing their faces whenever you tried to engage with them. 'Maybe it's all my imagination,' you'd tell yourself in an effort to explain such behavior. Perhaps, you were just being dramatic.
You weren't.
People do avoid you, and not particularly because you've done something wrong. It's because of him. This bully carefully crafts an intricate web of lies and rumors, slowly but surely intoxicating people's minds; it's so easy to believe someone like him! His confidence and reputation making his word almost a truth. Doesn't take long for your classmates to form a distorted opinion of you.
Bakugo is the kind of bully that allows the roots of his obsession to go deep, his grasp creeping and filling every crack and crevice of your life. He wants to give you no option, no chances for you to escape him; Bully! Bakugo wants to be the only thing you can have, the only thing you need.
It starts with small things, whispered words into the hallways that reached the right people: slut, idiot, dumb... all kinds of names and crazy gossip stories eating your classmate's brains like worms to an apple. A new reputation for you, the sweet and stupidly unaware darling that you are.
You notice the uncomfortable ambience, the changes in the atmosphere, how people stop talking when you're around. It makes you feel scared, dreadful, and Bully! Bakugo is always there to bask on the worrisome frown your face has. He loves to play pretend, act as if your presence was bothersome and he's only pitying you, "reluctantly" giving you a shoulder to cry on.
The blond follows you around to see the results of his hard work, grinning with pride whenever you start having a mental breakdown in the bathroom or at the library. And he's always there to offer his company, in his own twisted way...
"Tch, you're so fucking annoying. Stop crying already, dammit!" "Have a fucking tissue and stop bothering me." "Fine, you can fucking cry in my shoulder..."
Bully! Bakugo loves fucking with your mind; the same hand that ruthlessly tears you bit by bit, feeds you copious amounts of sugar to keep you wrapped around his pinky finger. He enjoys making you doubt yourself, your choices, your everything... Always reminding how much of a waste of time you are, making you think you should be grarteful that he's even speaking to you.
"They don't like you," He says, "Why would they like a crybaby? I barely can stand you."
"Tch, stop crying already, I don't like that!" "S-sorry, I-I'll try to stop the tears."
Bully! Bakugo who likes pushing you around to do things you would never! If he wants you to do something (no matter the nature of the action), he'll first try to plant the idea and bother you with it over and over, and then, when you try to say no... "Tch, come on, don't be a fucking bore!" "I'm your only friend, aren't I?" "You'd be so lonely without me, can at least do this for me."
Master of guilt tripping.
Do I think he'd leave some sort of mark on you to scare others away? Yes. He already managed to wreck what little good reputation you could have, but he wants people to know that you're his property! It's very probable that he buys a piece of jewelry for your ears (earrings if you have or maybe piercings), or go for a more radical mark like a tattoo or scar. No, silly, you don't have a saying here!
He adores how desperate you look! Seriously, the fucker has a thing for making you cry, calling you the absolute worse in ways that your poor brain can't grasp. This Bakugo also enjoys baby talking to you, there's something about it that makes him feel in control (not to mention that the little leap of joy you do when he's slightly sweet to you makes his dick hard.)
Next stage for him is keeping you secluded. Trust me, he already did a fantastic murdering your social life, but now he takes it further. Oh, you wanna go to that school? Keep dreaming, you'll be by his side where he can have you at his heart's content. No, silly, you can't go anywhere without him; yes, he'll have his hand on the back of your neck everywhere. And don't think of making small talk with any friendly strangers! He'll chew you out for it.
This Bakugo doesn't normally go for his sexual desires with you, he is rather content with having a dumb little pet he can kick whenever he feels like. The topic is not exempt though, he'll have his leg between yours just to make you pathetically grind on it. If he feels particularly lustful, he'll spit on your face as he pushes you against the wall, having his way with groping and squeezing and-
"Curve your fucking back, pet! Fuck- Your stupid cunt is always ridiculously tight."
Overall a different kind of manipulator; compared to Stalker/Possessive! Izuku, this version of Bakugo has a different motto: wreck it down and build it to your fucking liking.
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No Distance Can Yield
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Bakugou x Reader
Mood Song: thinking bout you
Summary: A rising pro-hero and college student dating didn't seem like a great idea, but Bakugou refused to let your relationship come to an end once you graduated. Will your relationship be able to withstand long distances and busy schedules?
Warnings: Nothing but brain melting fluff (and Bakugou being a little fuck)
“What do you mean you can’t come this weekend?!”
The booming voice on the other side of your phone was easily heard to everyone in the room, the sound making you wince as you let out a sigh, guilt rising to your chest.
Every month or so you and your boyfriend would meet up for a weekend due to the long distance relationship you had been put in. While he was off working trying to build his brand as a hero, you had left for your dream school that happened to be two hours away.
Of course he would never step in the way of you following that dream, just as you wouldn’t step in the way of his own, but he also refused to cut the relationship off for that matter. It had been decided you would both visit every month until you could graduate and move back with him.
Little known to you both, your school’s rigorous program kept harsh due dates on your schedule especially as the semester came to an end, causing you to cancel most of your monthly meetups.
This was the fourth time you had to call your boyfriend and give him the dreaded news that you couldn’t come visit, and it only kept getting harder and harder.
“I..I’m sorry, I wish there was another way…” You said sadly through the phone, “I tried to convince my professor to extend my final project date, but with exams in less than four weeks there was no way for her to push it back.”
Only a grieved sigh was returned to your attempt at an explanation, the sound making you bite your lip as you squeezed your eyes shut in an attempt to not let your tears fall to your cheeks.
“I really am sorry Katsuki, I miss you so much…” You breathed out, a slight hiccup in your voice as you felt the hot tears threaten to spill from your lashes, “I would do just about anything to see you again.”
Bakugou wasn’t an idiot. He could practically hear the wet tears falling down your cheek as you tried to hide your pain over the phone. The ash blond would honestly be more pissed if you tried to brush off your grades just to see him.
You genuinely fought for your place in this school. The acceptance rate was wrongfully low, and the tuition price wasn’t much better. Not to his surprise, you worked hard enough to not only get in but get a full riding scholarship so you could make your dream a reality.
So to hear you now so defeated just because you couldn’t visit him? It was wrong.
“Don’t think too hard about it dumbass, I understand.” Bakugou said much softer this time, though his voice was still laced with frustration, “As long as you come see me after your shitty exams.”
The change of tone had your heart melting, a small smile creeping on your face, “Hmmm I don’t know, I think we should spend the holidays here in my dor-”
“If you say your cramped ass dorm room I will personally mail an explosive there so that entire building is demolished,” The ash blond growled, though he had a stupid smirk on his face at the sound of your giggles bubbling on the other side of the phone, “You pay a damn mortgage to go there and they have you sleeping in a fucking bathroom stall.”
Biting your lip you let out one final giggle before letting your finger twirl around the edge of your sweater, “I’m joking baby, I promise I’ll be the first student out of that classroom.”
“Damn straight you will,” Bakugou replied, a soft smile on his face as he looked out the window of his apartment, “Good luck with your exams angel.”
Immediately you moved the sleeve of your sweater above your lips to hide the growing smile on your face, the familiar nickname bringing a rosey flush to your cheeks.
“Thanks ‘Suki, good luck wiping the floor with those villains.”
Your smile only grew when you heard Bakugou’s boyish laugh on the other side of the line before you both hung up.
Bakugou already hated this place, and he had only taken roughly ten steps on the campus.
Everything about this university screamed you. The rich architecture and stunning greenery was enough to even impress the ash blond, it’s like he walked into olympus. Hundreds of students were zooming around, all surprisingly offering a greeting or smile. Everyone here was so cheerful even though the aura of the school was clearly uptight and stressful.
Shuffling down the cobblestone path to look for any sort of directory, Bakugou’s body froze when he heard an all too familiar cry with those dreaded words he was doomed to hear everywhere he went.
“Is that Ground Zero?”
Dread flowed through Bakugou’s body as thick boots stopped in their tracks. The sound of footsteps scampering over to him made every hair on his body raise as an annoyed growl rumbled in his chest.
“Doing this for Y/n...” Bakugou grumbled under his breath, his sharp crimson eyes glaring up to the herd of students that surrounded him, cameras already out and ready to fire, “All for fucking angel face.”
The ash blond should’ve known better than to come to your campus without an undercover uniform, the fact that he was wearing his hero uniform boots not helping the case either.
Bakugou had just been so eager to get here. After getting off the phone with you and remembering the pained tone of your voice, he couldn’t not come as soon as fucking possible. You had one last week at this hell hole, and Bakugou would be damned if you ruined it over the massive stress you were carrying on your shoulders.
The young hero’s agency was far from pleased when they heard he would be under the radar for a full week, but they weren’t in any position to tell him no. At this point Bakugou ran that agency, they depended on him more than he did ever since his popularity boomed.
In less than a year he had been the first teenager to ever be in the top fifteen, proving to be the youngest successful pro hero in history.
Did this inflate his ego? Of course. Did he care? Not a chance. And luckily he knew a certain doll that loved his massively large ego.
Interrupting his thoughts, the ash blond unintentionally flared his teeth when he felt hands grasping at his bare arms, multiple voices ringing in his ears all at once.
“Can you sign this shirt for me?”
“Get a selfie with me Ground Zero!”
“Were you assigned to work for this college?”
“I don’t have a pen, can you just set an explosion off on my arm?”
Bakugou let out a growl of annoyance and a bit of disturbance at the strange demands he was receiving, didn’t these students have work to do or something?
Electing to ignore the cries and pleads, the ash blond flicked his ruby eyes above the crowd in hopes of finding that damn directory. Lord knew he couldn’t ask any of these fucks for directions.
When all his eyes fell on was elegant architecture and properly trimmed shrubbery, the ash blond squeezed his eyes shut in annoyance before glaring down to the crowd.
“I’ll sign all your damn shit later, but I have a mission first,” Bakugou barked, effectively silencing the entire group as they awaited his word, “Any of you know where the hell the design wing is?”
Bakugou regretted his idea when an uproar of students began shouting out different answers, rubbing his head he let out another loud yell to silence them.
“Grape hair only, where is it?”
The tall boy in the front blinked for a moment when the pro hero pointed to him before quickly pointing over to the second building in the middle.
“Are you looking for someone?” A girl questioned from the back, causing Bakugou to look over to her direction.
“Y/n.”
A few people in the crowd perked up at this, obviously recognizing your name.
“I know Y/n!” A girl shouted, shoving her way to the front before pointing over to a stone pathway, “I saw her walk over there a few minutes ago with her laptop, I bet she’s finishing up her sketches for exams.”
Flicking his crimson eyes from the path to the girl he gave a curt nod of gratitude before shoving past the students, ignoring their obnoxious goodbye’s and pleads to come back soon.
As annoying as this place was, it sure was beautiful.
The stone path shortly had turned into gravel as he got deeper into the trail, the multiple sculptures he had passed beginning to disappear as the atmosphere began to look more botanical.
While he couldn’t help but admit the path was fairly neat, he was also growing fairly annoyed. He just wanted to see you already so he could snatch you up in his arms and never let go.
Ducking over a short stone arch that was wrapped in a messy vine of pale blue flowers, the ash blond’s dream finally came true as he saw your rugged form laying down on a blanket in front of what looked to be a koi pond.
Just as he was about to walk over to you, he paused when he heard a sharp whine escape your lips.
“Come on stupid brain, think! What else can I add to this to make it… abstract?” You cried, tugging at the loose strands of your hair that already seemed to be falling out of its place in your bun.
Bakugou chuckled quietly to himself as your internal rant merged into a slurred new language of huffs and groans.
“You know I was nervous I wouldn’t be able to find you,” Bakugou spoke up, causing your head to jerk up before you whipped your body around to lock eyes with the ash blond, “But as soon as I heard your annoying ass whines, I knew my girl was close.”
“Katsuki!”
Ignoring the harsh insult Bakugou threw at you, your eyes lit up upon seeing your boyfriend. Letting out a confused laugh, you quickly stumbled up from your blanket and ran to him.
Bakugou stumbled back a bit from your sudden attack but was able to catch you eventually, lifting your form into his arms as he spun you around with the added momentum you gave him.
“W..What are you doing here?” You said breathlessly, your lips in the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.
Placing a gentle kiss on your lips, the ash blond plopped you back down on your feet while keeping his arms tight around your waist, “I knew you were probably stressing the fuck out on your last week of exams.. and by what I just heard earlier I was correct, per usual.”
Rolling your eyes at his cocky behavior, you placed another quick kiss on his lips before nodding for him to continue on.
“Well I couldn’t just let my girl bomb all her exams because she missed this pretty face so much,” Bakugou said with a grin, loving how your lips tried to form into an annoyed pout but simply failed with the massive smile on your face, “So I decided to stay down here for the week.”
Letting out a few more giggles as the ash blond attacked your face with more quick kisses you squeezed your arms around his neck tightly before looking back up to him, “What about your hero agency? Aren’t they going to be mad that you’re missing a full week?”
Bakugou scoffed at your words, his crimson eyes cockily looking down to you as a smirk flashed across his lips, “Tch.. to hell with that shitty agency. They couldn’t fire me even if they wanted to. Honestly if I said I was leaving I would have all those fucks on their hands and knees.”
You couldn’t help but snort before bursting into laughter as you placed yet another kiss on his lips before running your fingers through his ash blond locks playfully,
“That’s my cocky little shit.”
Grinning excitedly down to you, the ash blond lifted you back off your feet again causing your laughter to fill the air once more as he swung you around before stumbling backwards, his back falling against the smooth grass while you landed on top of him with a grin.
“Walk much?” You questioned cheekily, causing him to narrow his eyes as he stole a kiss from you most likely to shut you up.
It was moments like these that reminded you why you both did what you did. The endless nights you craved his touch while you studied for yet again another quiz. The cool mornings Bakuogu had to workout alone instead of having you attempt to stretch next to him in the lush grass.
All of those moments of loneliness were all pushed aside in just the few minutes you spent together, reminding one another that this was genuine raw love. This was going to last no matter what wall attempted to separate you both.
Pulling away softly, you kept your face close to his own, both of your eyes locked on each other as each of your breaths collided with each other’s lips.
“I missed you so fucking much Y/n.” Bakugou muttered just loud enough for you to hear, his hands running down the small of your back.
Inhaling deeply you kept your fingers gliding through his hair as you looked down to him lovingly, “I did too Katsuki, more than you will ever know.”
The ash blond smiled, peppering your face with more warm kisses until they began to slow at the crook of your neck. Your eyes began to narrow as you felt his palms begin to wonder beyond the depths of your back.
“You look sexy as fuck in these leggings by the way,” Bakugou said with a mischievous grin, his palms giving your cheeks a firm squeeze causing you to squeak slightly before his grin formed into a somewhat impressed smirk, “Somebody’s been working out. That ass is firm doll.”
Rolling your eyes you placed a warm kiss on his cheek before resting your head on his chest, “And there you go ruining the moment yet again.”
Opening his mouth to rebuttal, both of you came to silence when the all too familiar sound of stampeding feet were heard.
“W..What on earth is that?” You asked softly, sitting up from his chest as the sound grew louder and louder.
Bakugou let out a growl as he sat up, carefully holding onto you so you didn’t slide off of him, “Your fucking classmates. I forgot to dress undercover so they went fucking crazy..”
“And the news spread..” You finished with a gulp, sharing an annoyed yet nervous expression with your boyfriend before an idea popped in your head.
Scrambling off Bakugou’s lap, the ash blond watched as you quickly grabbed your blanket and laptop before yanking him off his feet.
“The hell are we going?”
Looking back to Bakugou you smiled, grabbing his hand and yanking him down another unmarked trail, “I know this little secret trail back to the campus, that way we can sneak to my dorm hopefully un-noticed.”
Bakugou let out a groan, though he had a grin on his face as he ran beside you with his fingers enterlaced with your own, “Not the fucking bathroom stall ass dorm you got.”
“I will throw your ass in the pond and leave you to fend for yourself mister,” You growled with no threat behind your words, your head whipping back with a challenging stare, “Just you test me ‘Suki.”
The ash blond simply gave you his favorite expressive finger, causing you to giggle as you both ran down the uneven trail.
Bakugou had only been with you for ten minutes and chaos already seemed to be unfolding, but much to his surprise he didn’t mind. Quite frankly, he actually liked it. It felt like the good old days when you both were at UA. Just goofing around and living in the light-hearted chaos you both grew to love.
But if there was one thing Bakugou knew back at UA and sure as hell knew now:
He never wanted to stop living in the chaos with you.
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Your Hero
He is one of my favorite characters in mha. I want to write a future version of Bakugou Katsuki, I hope you guys will like it. 😘
Part 6.
( Bakugou Katsuki X Y/N )
You and Hawks are having dinner. But you are really curious about what happened between him and Dynamight just now. You took a sip of the wine and looked at Hawks' face.
"Why are you staring at me like this?" Hawks took a sip of wine.
"No, I'm just curious about what happened between you and hedgehog?" you asked.
"Hedgehog?" Hawks asked curiously.
"Ah, mistake! I mean Dynamight. What happened to you and Dynamight?" you asked.
"Hmmm..." Hawks glanced in Dynamight's direction.
"Hmmm? So?" you asked curiously.
"What do you think it is?" Hawks asked with a smile.
"If I knew, I wouldn't ask you. It's not like you didn't see the fierce look in his eyes just now." You said nervously.
"Y/N, don't think too much. It's okay." Hawks comforted you.
"Oh... okay then." You were still curious.
You didn't ask anything about Hawks and Dynamight and continued to enjoy your dinner. Although the dinner was delicious, you still felt an ominous premonition.
At this time, the waiter brought you a small cake with the words "Welcome back, Y/N" written on it. This cake is something you often buy and eat. It must have been given to you by Hawks because you have eaten it with him before.
"Keigo...this cake is?" you said happily.
"Now that you are back, how can you miss your favorite cake?" Hawks said with a smile.
"Thanks, Keigo." You said with a smile.
Sometimes like to share your own things with Hawks, because he will always remember them. You and he have only eaten this cake once, but he can remember it from then to now.
Dynamight glanced at you from time to time in his seat, seeing you and Hawks smiling so happily. He felt a little unhappy and disappointed, maybe just as Hawks said he was jealous.
"Have you considered which agency to go to?" Hawks asked.
"Keigo, actually I haven't made up my mind yet. Every hero agency that sent me an invitation letter can teach me new knowledge, but I don't know which one I should choose." You sighed.
"It turns out, take your time. The faster you rush, the easier it is to get into trouble." Hawks said.
"I know~" you said.
"Good girl." Hawks caressed your head.
Deku and Shoto seemed to have noticed that Dynamight would look at you and Hawks from time to time. Shoto wondered how long it had been since he saw Dynamight's disappointed expression.
"Bakugou, do you care about them?" Shoto asked Dynamight directly.
"Shut up! Icy Hot!" Dynamight said.
"Your expression shows it..." Shoto said.
"Todoroki what are you talking about?" Deku wondered.
"If you care, just ask her." Shoto said.
"You're so fucking annoying!" Dynamight said.
"You two, stop fighting!" Deku said in a panic.
You see Dynamight and the others seem to be having an argument. Dynamight's expression was so fierce and twisted. Shoto's face was expressionless. Deku stopped them both in a panic.
You really care what happened to Dynamight. Is he in such a bad mood today? The more you think about it, the less you understand. Should you go and ask? But what if he yells at you?
After finishing dinner, Hawks called the waiter to pay the bill. You took out your card to pay, but Hawks stopped you. You remember how many times you ate with him and you never had the chance to treat him to a meal.
"Keigo, can you let me treat you a meal?" You complained.
"Sorry, no. I'll go to the bathroom first." Hawks said with a smile.
Hawks walked into the bathroom and saw Dynamight washing his hands. Dynamight wiped his hands and leaned against the sink, looking at Hawks.
"Yo, No.1." Hawks greeted.
"Yo." Dynamight responded.
"It's just the two of us now, so you can just say it." Hawks put his hands in his pockets.
"What do you want me to say?" Dynamight glared at Hawks.
"It would be a good thing if...it's okay. But since you've been glaring at me since just now, I'm also going to be very curious." Hawks said.
"You talk a lot." Dynamight said.
"You care about Y/N, right?" Hawks said.
Dynamight looked at Hawks with a fiercer expression after hearing your name. Dynamight knows that Hawks is a smart person and who pays attention to details.
"What if it is?" Dynamight said.
"I just want to say that No.1 Hero, who is usually grumpy and steady, now actually shows this expression for Y/N." Hawks said with a smile.
"Wanting to start a fight? Dead Eagle." Dynamight said.
"Hahaha, I just came here to chat with you. I don't mean any harm." Hawks raised his hands.
"You really don't know how to talk." Dynamight was about to leave.
"But I believe you will enjoy talking about Y/N." Hawks said with a smile.
Deku walked into the bathroom and saw Hawks and Dynamight. Dynamight was glaring at Hawks with hatred in his eyes. Deku had a feeling that the two of them were going to fight.
Just when Deku was about to speak, Dynamight received a new message.
🌪️: Hedgehog, are you okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?
Dynamight is hesitant to reply to your message because there is a Hawks in front of him that annoys him.
You send a new message and Dynamight clicks it to read it.
🌪️: So bold! You didn’t reply to my message! 💩
Dynamight couldn't help but laugh when he saw your message. Why are you so cute, and you still send this kind of message to tease him when he is about to get angry. Dynamight responds to your message.
💥:💩!
Dynamight put his phone in his pocket and stood in front of Hawks.
"I'm interested in her story, but it's not for you to tell me. Damn Eagle." Dynamight whispered.
"How scary, No. 1." Hawks said.
Dymamight left, leaving only Hawks and Deku in the bathroom. Deku was relieved to see Dynamight and Hawks not fighting. Hawks walked to the sink and washed his hands.
"Deku, No.1 is really awesome, but so scary." Hawks said.
"Kacchan was like this before. Even though he has that kind of personality on the outside, he is still considerate of others on the inside." Deku said.
"I really admire him. Even though he was bruised but he still defeat All For One. But his personality still needs to change, hahahahaha." Hawks laughed.
"Don't let him hear it or the bathroom will blow up." Deku said with a smile.
Dynamight walked out of the bathroom and saw your back sitting alone looking at your phone. He really cares about you, and he knew you were a funny and cute girl from the first meeting.
Maybe he is afraid that you will be snatched away by Hawks, so he feels uneasy. But when he receives the message that you care about him, he is really happy. The uneasiness of that moment disappeared all of a sudden because of your message.
Dynamight returns to his seat and clicks on your chat room. Although you don't chat every day, no matter how busy he is when he receives your message, he will want to reply to you immediately.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting~" Hawks walked towards you.
"I thought you fell into the toilet and almost shouted for help." You said with a smile.
Before you were about to leave the restaurant, Hawks suddenly walked over to Dynamight. You looked at Hawks's back and wondered why he suddenly walked next to Dynamight.
"What's wrong, Hawks?" Shoto asked.
"Hey, No.1. If I need your help, you can definitely help me." Hawks said.
"If you have anything to say, just say it, damn eagle!" Dynamight glared at him.
"I have to rush to work temporarily. Can you send her back?" Hawks said with a smile.
"Huh?!" You are surprised.
"You brought it yourself and you want me to send it back?" Dynamight said.
"Don't want to? That doesn't matter. I'll just make an appointment for the driver to pick her up." Hawks said.
"It's better if I send her back." Shoto raised his hand and said.
"Fuck!!" Dynamight shouted.
"Kacchan...calm down." Deku was nervous.
"I'm calm, Damn Nerd! Icy Hot, stay out of it!" Dynamight said.
You don’t mind giving them a ride home, and you don’t want to bother them with a detour. But now everyone's aura is getting more and more terrifying. They feel like lions and you feel like a rabbit caught in the middle of them.
Dynamight's expression already showed dissatisfaction, and you started to feel a little scared. What should you do when you see this expression on his face for the first time? The situation is so chaotic now that you really want to escape from the scene.
"Everyone, I think it's better to forget it. I can go back by myself without bothering you. Goodbye!" You leave the restaurant quickly.
You leave the restaurant and run as far away as possible, lest they catch up. Although they are friendly and enthusiastic to people, they are so scary in that kind of chaotic situation scare you away.
You run to a nearby convenience store think to buy yourself some chocolate ice cream. Before entering the convenience store, you stood outside the store to take a breath and calm down. Feel so tired today. Although the work is tiring, also tiring on people.
"Omg." You said to yourself.
The restaurant at this time——
"Ah la ah la, ran away." Hawks said.
"What should we do!" Deku panicked.
"It seems to have scared her, but she's very strong so she should be fine," Shoto said.
"Shut up, all of you, you're making so much noise!" Dynamight shouted.
"Hmm, what should I do, No.1?" Hawks asked.
"Damn Eagle, I should really fry you into chicken wings!" Dynamight stood in front of Hawks.
Dynamight left the restaurant and looked for you nearby. But he didn't see you, he took out his phone and dialed your number. When you saw it was his number, you didn't know whether to answer it or not. You thought for a moment and decided to answer the call.
"Hey, hedgehog. What do you want from me?" you asked.
"Where are you now?" he asked.
"I'm buying ice cream nearby. Do you want it? It's okay if you don't want it. Just ignore me." You asked nervously.
"Ok, I'll eat. Give me the location and I'll pick you up now. That's it, bye." Dynamight hung up the phone.
Dynamight hung up the phone and you sent him the location of the convenience store and waited for him to come. You don't know what to say to him. Don’t know if he still angry now. What to do if he get angry.
You wait a few minutes to see a car pull up in front of you. You know it's Dynamight's car. He opened the door and got out of the car. Although he was wearing a hat and glasses, you still recognized him.
"Hi, hedgehog." You said nervously.
"Yo." Dynamight said.
"Umm, are you in a bad mood?" you asked carefully.
"No, it's just..." Dynamight whispered.
"Just?" you ask.
"Want some ice cream, treat me." Dynamight leaned against the car.
"No problem~" you smiled.
You walked into the convenience store together, select ice cream, paid the bill, and returned to the car. Dynamight drove to a place to eat ice cream first. You chose mint-flavored ice cream on a stick, and he chose dark chocolate-flavored cup ice cream.
Now you two are alone. Dynamight hasn't spoken yet, and you don't know whether he is angry or not. He helped you unpack the ice cream and handed it to you, and you took the ice cream.
He opened the lid and ate the ice cream quietly. It was really awkward now, much quieter than usual. Want to speak? What should you say again? Neither does saying hello!
"Are you close to that eagle?" Dynamight asked first.
"Do you mean Hawks?" you wonder.
"Yes, him." He said.
"Just friends with similar interests and hobbies. What's wrong?" You felt something was wrong.
"Really just friends?" Dynamight chewed ice cream.
"Wait..., hedgehog. Are you jealous?" You looked forward to his reply.
"I'll kick you out of the car! Answer my question!" Dynamight said.
"Okay, okay, we're really just friends. I didn't lie to you." You explained.
"You always call him Keigo?" he asked.
"Yeah, I call him Hawks at work and Keigo in private." You said.
"Tchhh, fuck it!" Dynamight said.
"Neh, hedgehog. Answer me honestly, are you jealous?" You poked him.
You are very concerned about whether he is jealous, because he is so cute like this! You really want to poke him in the face! No.1 Hero is cute sometimes! What should you do if you want to bully him?
"What if it is?" He looked at you.
"Eh? I..." Suddenly you became shy.
He didn't give you a definite answer, but you suddenly felt shy and your heart beat rapidly. What the hell is going on with you! This is Dynamight, why are you blushing at him?
"Hedgehog, Hawks and I are truly friends. Trust me." You told him seriously.
For some reason you wanted to show him that you and Hawks were really just friends. Hope he doesn't misunderstand your relationship. But you really liked seeing his jealous expression.
"I believe you." Dynamight pinched your cheek gently.
"Why are you pinching me~" You grabbed his hand.
"I feel bad seeing you!" he said.
"Are you just unhappy with me or are you unhappy with me being with other boys?" you asked teasingly.
"You still haven't learned your lesson, Y/N." Dynamight smiled.
"Don't you like me now?" You teased him shyly.
"Y/N, be careful what you say to me." Dynamight approaches you.
"You obviously like me very much, arrogant Lord Dynamight." You also approached him.
"Call me Katsuki in private." He said.
"Huh?" You were surprised.
Did you hear that correctly? He asked you to call him Katsuki? Why? Could it be that he really jealous when you called Hawks‘s name? Maybe he lets you call him because he considers you a friend?
"Ka..." you said.
"Huh?" Dynamight looked at you.
"Hedgehog!" You shyly shouted his nickname.
"Damn it! Such a bad girl ah you!" He pinched your cheek.
"Please forgive me, my cheeks are gone~" you said coquettishly.
Suddenly Dynamight's phone rang, it was Shoto. Dynamight looked at his phone with an unhappy look on his face, wondering whether to answer it.
You sit next to hun and think about how close your faces were just now! What are you thinking about? What is he thinking too? It's so intimate! You still feel your heart beating faster when you glance at him.
"Speak." Dynamight answered the call.
"It's okay, she's next to me! I'll take her back later!" Dynamight said and hung up.
"Is it them?" you wonder.
"Yeah, they're worried about you." Dynamight said.
"Are you worried about me?" you asked teasingly.
"Shut up or I'll kick you out of the car!" Dynamight said.
"You are obviously worried about me, but you just won't admit it." You said.
"I'll leave you alone and go back." Dynamight looked outside.
"I believe you will never abandon me." You smiled.
"So confident." Dynamight looks at you.
"Of course!" you said with a smile.
You always loved teasing Dynamight because you knew he wasn't really angry with you. But sometimes enough is enough, and still can't tell whether he is really angry or not.
"Enough fun, I'll take you back now." Dynamight said.
"I never have enough fun with you." You said with a smile.
"Hahahaha, I won't bore you." Dynamight said teasingly.
"I know, that's why I like to tease you~" you said teasingly.
"Be careful what you say, and be careful I don't let you go home." Dynamight said with a smirk on his face.
"Eh?" You blushed because of his words.
You are really in trouble...
Part 6 end.
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I am screaming crying throwing up at how good your writing is my horny ass self THANKS YOU
if i may please make a request 👉🏼👈🏼 could we have a pussy eater bakugo fic 😮💨 lives in my head rent free
Bakugou eating you out
Sorry this took so long, ive been tryna run my W’s up. THANK YOU!! And enjoy
Bakugou loves to eat your pussy, no matter what you have to say about it.
Pussy eating ofc, mentions of all types of freplay and shit, sex, dub-con if you squint, voyeurism, etc.
Bakugou has never been a very shy person. Nothing about the way he carried himself is shy. When you think of antonyms for shy you think of Bakugou Katsuki.
That’s why you found yourself confused the first time he went down on you.
The farthest you had gone prior was dry humping and mutual masturbation. Giving and recieving head was a big deal for the both of you. It was the next step before penetration.
Bakugou was timid and careful when he opened your legs. It was like he thought you’d jump away and never come back if he made too sudden of a move. It was weird yet endearing since Bakugou was so aggressive when chasing pleasure while he dry humped you.
That careful attitude only lasted so long though. After a couple times, especially after you had gone all the way, he had been a lot more… demanding.
Bakugou found pleasure in tasting you on his tongue. From directly, to the aftertaste. Its like he found himself drunk on it. Your pussy made him feel like a fucking alcoholic.
He started to take you whenever and whereever he wanted. From the safe confines of your bedroom to the risky, crowded closet of his job.
He would get on his knees and place you on his mouth, holding you effortlessly.
His mouth needly licking and slurping at your constricting cunt while you covered your mouth to at least try to prevent being caught. Although, you wondered if the sounds of him eating you bare would attract people quicker than your muffled moans.
His tongue stuck deep into your cunt, scrapping itsef against your walls to bring back the slick that coated them. This was his fourth time pulling you away in the past hour. He was particularly horny today and nothing would stand inbetween him and your sloppy ecstasy, not even work.
First he pulled you to the boys bathroom on the almost abandoned rear side of the building. He fucked your mouth hard on his cock while whining praises mixed with degration. Then he fucked you onto his cock like his own personal fleshlight.
Then it was his office on the top floor. He locked his door as a compromise with you (he didnt want to at first but you said you were gonna scream if he didn’t, asshole move but it worked.) and finger fucked you on his desk until you came twice. He was about to whip himself out for a third orgasm but a knock on the door had you accidentally slapping the shit out of him.
The third time it was your office. He stumbled in with a hard cock and started to thigh fuck you until he came all over your desk and stomach. Then he proceeded to sloppily eat your cunt until you came into his mouth all while he jerked himself off.
And that leaves you to now, the fourth time. Where his lazy eyes watched you during the whole meeting you both attended. He eye-fucked you the entire time. Then after he dragged you into the closet far end of the agency building. It was cramped and he barely even squeezed the both of you in there. The only light was the one seeping from under the floor.
“Fuck,” he groaned into your cunt. You were sensitive after all the orgasm’s you had so far. Fat tears began to run down your cheeks.
A particular targeted thrust of him tongue had you flinching away from his touch. You tried to force yourself off of him but the growing pleasure made you weak in the knees. “Katsuki,” you moaned, “T’s too much. Too many times today.”
He always seems to get genuinely upset when your body jerks away from him when he eats you out. Its like taking a plate of his favorite food, made by his favorite chef, and kissed by a fucking god away from him from him, under his nose.
His grip on you tightened and he pulled you lower onto him. So much lower you were afraid he’d suffocate. A deep growl echoed through his chest as he told you to “shut up and sit pretty” through glistening lips.
He didn’t let you leave until after that painfully euphoric orgasm. And the next. By the end of your work shift, you limped to your shared home only to be fucked into complete immobility as soon as you arrived.
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Hc that bakugou katsuki gets physically nauseous when you give him affection,,not in a bad way!! but like he's so overwhelmed with emotions that he just needs to sit down for a min and drink a glass of water. You don't even saying anything.,,just head for a glass of water as you push it up his lips to drink but you're just making him more weak :(( he mumbles "sorry--shit, 'm sorry" and closes his eyes :((<33 mwah
SCREAMING CRYING U ARE SO RIGHT NONNIE ur big brain...
katsuki, who had never experienced love like this before. who never had someone care for him so deeply and who had never been in love with a person so much before in his entire goddamn life.
it scared him. it scared him so fucking much because he had never allowed himself to be so vulnerable like this with someone. he felt sick to his stomach whenever he thought about it too much. felt like the ground was swallowing him up every time you smiled at him or smothered him with kisses. there were days where he could take it, sure. but there were also days where he'd feel so queasy, so nauseated. he'd have to lock himself away in his room or in a bathroom so he could process. so he could think.
you always got so worried anytime he was like this. you'd try to alleviate his panic, the cold sweats that covered his body, as best as you could. but you just made it worse for him. and he knew you were just trying to help, but fuck he couldn't handle it. you had to learn to give him space. he had to learn to embrace these emotions properly. because it wasn't healthy for him.
aghhh katuski who went his entire life thinking he couldn't even be loved, that he wasn't capable of it. but then you came along and turned his entire world upside down. he wanted so desperately to be able to hold you. to kiss you easily. to let you love him.
but you just—you just made him so sick. made his head swim. caused him to feel feverish. he always needed to take breaks from you or he'd become too addicted. it was absolutely heart wrenching.
at the end of the day though... he was the fool to have fallen in love.
#sipping tea with shay#SOBBING RN I LOVE HIM SO MUCH :(((#im sorry this is so late DSFHSKDFJ but anon im kissing u for this hot hot take#do i tag this as bkg x reader....#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#i guess??#a nonny mouse#if u saw me editing this no u didnt
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Paralyze.
Chapter 60
Warning: sex between minors, rimming, fingering, protected sex. Long chapter, 3000+ words.
Right in front of the front door, I stopped. I was going to grab my keys, when I felt what I bought with my money. Quickly, I hid the condoms in my pants pocket and the lube inside my hoodie, being held by the waistband of my underwear.
I made sure nothing was visible or looked too suspicious before I opened the door.
I took off my shoes and placed my keys on the table by the door. My feet took me to the kitchen, my dad was still cooking, so I just placed the milk on the fridge and the flour on the cabinet.
"Dad," I called him as I handed him his wallet, he smiled and took it, putting it in his pocket.
Without saying anything, I went up to my room and released a breath I didn't know I was holding. My heart was beating fast and I quickly took off my hoodie, hiding the lube and condoms in my underwear drawer, under everything.
Now, I went down to the kitchen, so I could get the pancake batter ready for tomorrow.
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When I finished mixing it, I covered the bowl with some film to put it inside the fridge, and I helped my dad cook dinner, even though there wasn't much that was left to do.
Right as I placed the plates on the table, the twins and mom walked in.
"You can go take a shower if you want, (M/n)." I smiled and nodded, excusing myself and going up to take a quick shower.
I did have a private bathroom, but with so many things on my mind, I forgot. It was good that I did.
After like ten minutes, I walked out, wearing my sleepwear, otherwise it would've been suspicious to be wearing normal clothes this late.
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During the entire dinner, I didn't say a single thing, the nervousness didn't let me.
But I did snap out of my daze when I heard my name being called, "(M/n)...?" It was my mother.
"Sorry, I was... thinking about something." I showed her a grin, and she just nodded at me.
"How have you been at U.A.?" It took me a while to answer, but as I thought about my response, the images of Katsuki flashed in my mind, making me smile like a love-struck teenager.
"It's been amazing," my eyes moved down to my food, and I kept eating when nobody said anything else.
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When the clock hit ten-fifty, I got a message.
BabySuki;
You can come over, (M/n).
I'll be waiting for you~
I let out a breath, and silently I got up, changed out of my pajamas and grabbed what I needed. My phone, too. And I mentally cursed to myself when I remembered that I left my keys downstairs.
But anyway, I moved my window blinds and looked out. My bedroom was on the second floor, so I was searching for somebody outside to stop their legs and be able to jump out of my window.
Bingo.
I saw a man walking and talking on his phone from the street across my house, I stopped his legs and I heard his groan from here. I enhanced my legs and sat on my window, getting ready to jump.
My fall wasn't as noisy as I expected, so it was easy to just speedwalk from here to Katsuki's house.
On my way there, my hands were shaking and I was almost sweating. I was beyond nervous, like, you have no idea how fucking scared I am right now. Setting an alarm on my phone proved to be quite difficult.
But when I saw the Bakugou's household, I knew I couldn't back out now. So, trying to calm myself down, I got my phone out to text Katsuki.
;I'm here.
Before even a minute passed after my text, the front door was opening, and Katsuki was there.
As I got close I noticed his appearance. He was wearing a tight tank top and loose sweatpants, but his face was red and he seemed to be almost drooling.
For an instant, I got worried that he might be sick or something, but when I stood in front of him, he just yanked me inside his house and jumped on me, wrapping my hips with his legs.
I closed the door behind me, and I placed him against it. He smirked and bit his bottom lip, making me lick my lips instinctively.
"You can do whatever you want to me, (M/n)." Katsuki muttered and his legs tightened his grip on my hips, making me get closer to him, "I'm yours tonight~"
My hand moved up to his face, and I cupped his cheeks, smiling at him sweetly, "I'm going to make love to you, Katsuki." I kissed him slowly, parting my lips to let my tongue out, caressing his plump lips.
Katsuki let me in, and as our tongues collided I walked us to his room. When I reached the stairs, unfortunately, I had to back away, but Katsuki leaned down to my neck, where he left plenty of kisses and a few bites.
It felt good, and every time his lips or teeth touched my sweet spot a shiver ran down my spine, making me hold him tighter.
After I opened his bedroom door, I laid him down on his bed, going back to the door to lock it.
When I turned back around, the sight in front of me made my blood boil south. Katsuki had his hand under his pants and underwear.
But he wasn't touching his dick.
"(M/n)... I want you... here..." he said between gasps as his body squirmed around on his bed.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I got out the lube and condoms, placing them on his nightstand so I could take off my hoodie and shoes.
I got in between his legs and leaned down to kiss him again.
He hugged me, and I felt the heat of his palm against me, but my t-shirt was tugged away from my skin, and I felt it falling off me.
When it was dangling from my shoulder, I snickered and pulled back.
"You could've told me to take it off, I loved this shirt," he chuckled and sat up, making me do it too.
"I liked it too, but it was covering the view of my hot boyfriend," I laughed at his comment, remembering a previous conversation.
"I am not 'hot', Katsuki." He groaned and sat on my lap, wrapping my neck with his arms.
"You do, but nobody knows because I'm the only one allowed to see it," Katsuki kissed me and I held his thighs, squeezing them every time his hips moved against mine.
We parted for a second and I took off his tank top, throwing it somewhere in the room. I slipped my hands inside his sweatpants and squeezed his ass, Katsuki moaned against my lips and laid down, taking me down with him.
"Undress me, (M/n)." I licked my lips as I slowly pulled down Katsuki's pants, caressing his smooth skin on the way.
I threw them somewhere too, and I noticed Katsuki looking down at my lower body, the tent inside my pants was noticeable and the want in his eyes was too. He wanted me and that made me flustered, but also a bit relieved.
I leaned down to kiss him again. His hand pushed down on my lower back to make me press against him. My hips moved on their own with Katsuki's, and we grinded on each other for a while as I wondered how I should prepare him, and I pulled away when I decided.
"Turn around, Katsuki." He looked at me confused.
"What for?" I gulped nervously and stroked his face.
"I have to prepare you, puppy." Katsuki blushed and shook his head.
"I-I can do it on my own, y... you don't need t-to..." I smiled softly at him and pecked his lips.
"I know, but I want to do it. Would you let me?" His blush remained, darkening even, but he nodded, and hesitantly, he turned around.
I held his hips and made him lift them, keeping his upper body pressed on the bed.
My fingers hooked on the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down.
A pink and puckered entrance greeted me. I bit my lip and my breath quickened. I heard Katsuki groan and I looked at him.
"This is so embarrassing..." I grinned and moved over him to kiss him in between his shocker blades.
"I know baby, but I'll do it as fast as I can, okay?" He nodded pressing his face on the pillow and gripping the bedsheets.
I moved back to my previous position and took a deep breath... Okay, here I go.
My head lowered and I poked my tongue out, slowly dragging it against his hole.
"Wha-!" Katsuki turned his head to look over his shoulder, "(M/n) that's d-dirty, don't... do that-ah!" I interrupted him by pressing my tongue harder, penetrating him.
Katsuki was whimpering a lot, covering his face with the pillows and gripping the bedsheets. His hips were thrusting back at me, only fueling my confidence and allowing me to keep going.
"Ahh! Yes, t-that's so good... your tongue is... amazin-AH! (M/n)~"
Without backing away, I looked at Katsuki's body. He was trembling and whining quite a bit, so I moved my tongue around a bit more, before pulling away.
Katsuki's legs gave out under him as he struggled to steady his breath, and I reached out to grab the bottle of lube. I opened it and squeezed, getting some of the transparent and sticky substance on my fingers. He was already wet inside, so as I pressed my index on his entrance, it went in with ease.
Katsuki groaned, and with shaky legs, he raided his hips again. I moved my finger around a bit, loosening him enough before pressing my middle finger, and pushing it in.
"Gh... ahh~" Katsuki moaned quietly as my fingers stretched him out slowly. I leaned down to plant kisses on his shoulders and back, trying to relax him. I had two fingers inside of him, while my free arm was over his shoulder.
Katsuki gripped my bicep and the bed sheets, gasping every few seconds.
But, where was this spot...?
I moved my fingers around experimentally, pressing randomly against his tight walls, feeling around as I searched for small a bump, until-
"GAH~!" Katsuki's back arched as he moaned out loudly, and I kept pressing there, thrusting my fingers in and out of him. "Ah! (M/n)!" His forehead rested on my forearm, the moaning muffled by the pillow.
But I wanted him to keep moaning like that.
So I put in a third finger and pressed hard on his prostate.
"Fuck!" Katsuki was moaning nonstop now. I couldn't really see his expression, but with the noises he was letting out, I knew how good he was feeling. "Yes yes yes! There... please, do it... there-ah!"
A sudden stinging pain filled my arm, and when I looked over Katsuki's shoulder, I saw why. He was biting my arm, harshly. Probably drawing out some blood. It was weirdly arousing, seeing Katsuki attempting to cover how good he was feeling.
Now my sadistic side was coming out.
My fingers curled constantly against his prostate without giving him a break, making his body tremble with pleasure.
"Shit! Fuck! I'm-Ahh! I'm cu-cumming..." his moans and whimpers were music to my ears, and I moved my fingers quicker, "(M/N)!"
His body shook underneath me, and I rode out his climax, slowly stroking his prostate. When his breathing was normalizing, I pulled my fingers out of him and made him turn to look at me.
I inspected his body and then the bedsheets, but I found no semen stain.
"Did you just have a... dry orgasm?" He nodded weakly and I smiled at him sweetly, leaning down to kiss his red cheeks. "Do you want to stop, Katsuki? You seem already worn out."
He shook his head eagerly from side to side, "I want this... and you want it too... I'll be fine, (M/n)." His arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me down and kissing me.
Katsuki's hands trailed down to my chest before going lower to grip the hem of my pants
"Take them off," he mumbled against my lips, and I got up from him, taking off my pants and underwear.
When I was completely naked, Katsuki's eyes widened as he stared at me up and down, I felt kind of conscious about my body, but I tried to push that feeling away.
I got in between his legs again, and as soon as I did, Katsuki held my neck and wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me down in an instant to kiss me. He was moving his hips towards me, my hardened dick gracing his entrance, making us gasp.
"Katsuki, wait... I need the... condom..." I said in between breaths as he wouldn't stop trying to get my dick inside of him.
"I want it in... now, I don't care about the fucking condom..." he muttered desperately in my ear, his warm breath on my skin making me tremble, "(M/n), I need you~"
Closing my eyes tightly and breathing heavily, I calmed myself down. When I thought about this situation, I imagined a calm and loving scene, I never would've imagined Katsuki would be this desperate... for my dick.
I reached out to grab a condom, and I opened it, prying myself away from Katsuki's hold and put it on. Now, the lube-
"You don't need that," Katsuki growled as he pushed me, making me sit on his bed, he leaned down and kept his hips raised before looking up at me and smirking. "Enjoy my mouth, (M/n)."
What...?
A groan escaped my mouth when Katsuki wrapped his swollen lips on my shaft. I gulped and stared down at him.
He was taking my cock so greedily... but if he keeps going I'll be cumming soon. I let him bob his head a few times, as I gasp and hold onto my self-control.
"Katsuki... t-that's en-enough..." I held his shoulder and pushed him away, he groaned around me, making me bite my tongue at the pleasure it sent through my body, but I made him sit up.
"I was just-" I interrupted him as I kissed him, slowly and carefully, conveying to him how important this moment was, and how we shouldn't rush anything because of our hormones.
Katsuki moaned against my lips and hugged my neck, his fingers playing with my hair as I made him lie on the bed once more.
"Now," I whispered on his lips when we barely separated to take a breath, "I'll be doing the rest, it'll hurt but... I will be gentle, okay?" Katsuki looked into my eyes, his crimson-coloured ones looking so soft and vulnerable as he nodded once.
"I love you, (M/n)." My breath hitched, every time I heard him saying that, it set my heart on a race. I smile brightly at him.
"I love you too, puppy. With all my heart." We kissed again, and while we did, I moved my hand to align my member with his entrance.
Slowly, I pushed the tip in and Katsuki gasped, digging his nails into my scalp making me release a low groan. It hurts, but Katsuki was in worse pain than I was so I won't complain.
"S-shit, it... burns," Katsuki hissed, and when I looked at him he had his eyes closed tight, biting his lip hard. I leaned down and traced his face with kisses, whispering uncountable 'I love you's' after every single one, he growled and pushed my head into his neck. "You're making me feel... more embarrassed, shut... up for a bit."
I snickered but shut up nonetheless, I trailed my hands to hold his waist, caressing his soft skin with my fingertips. Katsuki moved his hands too, holding my face and making me look at him.
An instant loving smile plastered my face when we made eye contact. He blinked quickly a few times, before looking away with a huff, but stared back at me again.
"You can move now," he mumbled, his cheeks getting darker and his eyes glistening. I graced my bottom lip with my teeth and leaned down to kiss him again.
My hold on his waist tightened a bit, and very slowly started thrusting inside of him. Katsuki gasped and turned his head away, a pained expression on his features. I moved until my dick was all the way inside of him, making me gasp as I felt his tight walls around me.
Shit, I want to move-
"Gngh..." -but Katsuki wasn't ready yet, so I stayed still for a while longer and I distracted him with kisses on his lips, on his cheeks and down to his neck, where I left bite marks and small hickies. "(M/n)~"
His moan sent shivers down my spine and I was sure my hands were going to leave bruises on his body. He kept moaning as I played with his neck and collarbone, but when his legs wrapped around my hips I went back to his lips.
And I kissed him as I moved my hips against his again.
"Ngh!" He held me closer with his limbs, and I placed one of my hands by his head to keep myself up.
Whenever I went in completely, Katsuki tightened around me, making me groan deeply, so I placed my mouth on his neck, muffling my noises on Katsuki's skin. He was moaning a lot, but it wasn't loud, it was more like breathless moans, and I thought it was cute, but I needed more.
So I shifted my hips a bit, kneeling on the bed and making Katsuki's hips raise. One of his hands was tangled in my hair while the other was wrapped around my back, pushing me closer to him.
"(M/n)... move f-faster, please..." he whimpered and I growled.
"As you wish, puppy."
"Ahh~ F-fuck! Yes yes..." my hair was pulled harshly and I felt a stinging pain on my back.
My teeth gritted as I began thrusting faster and harder inside Katsuki, his moans getting louder with each passing second. And he was becoming more aggressive too.
The hair pulling was arousing to me and the scratches were too, but his fangs were piercing my skin.
"Katsuki, that... hurts," I hissed trying to back away from him for a moment, but he kept me trapped with his limbs.
Okay, he wants it rough, I'll give him rough.
I gripped his hair and tugged it back, his mouth released my shoulder, and I held him down by his wrists.
When I looked down at him...
"Fucking shit..."
Katsuki was breathing heavily, moans escaping his lips and his dick was leaking with pre-cum. He groaned when I stopped moving and he squirmed around.
"Katsuki?" I called out to him and we made eye contact.
"D-don't stop n-now, (M/n)... it feels so g-good..." I felt my dick twitching inside him and he gasped loudly, "You're still... getting bigger? F-fucking asshole."
I let go of his wrist to grip his hips, pressing his body to mine.
He whimpered as I went in deeper, and his hands held the pillow under his head desperately.
"Goddamn it, (M/n), y-you're even deeper inside me now." Katsuki's dick twitched and it leaked even more.
I smirked down at him, "Get ready for the time of your life, puppy."
What followed my words was an unstoppable chain of noises. Moans, gasps and whines left Katsuki's throat as I rammed my hips into his. I was grunting as Katsuki's insides wouldn't stop squeezing me whenever I pressed on his prostate.
But my thrusts were getting sloppy, and I felt my breath become irregular.
"K-Katsuki... you're so fucking t-tight..." Katsuki extended an arm and I leaned down, resting my forehead on his collarbone.
"A-and y-you're- Ah!... Too big."
Katsuki dug his nails on my back again, but I didn't pay any mind to that because a pair of pink, hard nipples, caught my attention.
I went down to them, reaching a hand up to rub the right one and lick the left. Katsuki whimpered my name, keeping my head on his chest.
I pinched it as I sucked on the other, barely gracing my teeth on it. And when it was perky, covered in my drool, I swapped.
"Yes, (M/n)... I'm-shit! I'm going to cum... please, go faster, fuck~..."
I growled and hugged his waist, my arms completely wrapping around him, having his entire lower half off the bed, and resting my body weight on top of Katsuki's body, "Goddamn it, Katsuki... I love you, puppy." He gasped and wrapped me with his limbs, his palms heating against my back.
"I-I love y-you too, (M-M/n). I love you..." With his words, my heart felt like it was going to explode, sending a shiver from my head to my toes.
I felt my quirk activating on its own and I tried not to look at him, even when Katsuki moved my head to kiss me, I just closed my eyes. The kiss was sloppy, but it was a kiss that conveyed our feelings perfectly.
I got control over my quirk back, and I opened my eyes. Katsuki's eyes were glossy with tears, some of them had already dripped down his temples, and there was some drool peeking from the corner of his mouth.
I pressed our foreheads together, and we stared at each other while moans and groans filled the room.
"I love you..." We whispered in unison and we instantly smiled together.
"(M/n)..." Both of his heated palms cupped my face, but he wasn't burning me, it was rather nice.
"Katsuki..." As if we were reading the other's mind, we leaned in to kiss.
A slow, loving and caring kiss.
But Katsuki's climax made him arch his back and openly moan my name. I reached my own orgasm too, and I muffled my growl biting the crook of Katsuki's neck.
We were both panting when we got down from our high, but before we fell asleep I pulled out of him and took off the condom, I tied it and went to his bathroom so I could throw it away.
When I walked back in, Katsuki was covering his lower body with the sheets, but I saw the cum still on his abdomen. I chuckled and walked back into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wetting it a bit.
Katsuki stared at me with half-lidded eyes, and I realized I was still naked, but it didn't make me feel self-conscious. I wiped his abs clean but before I could get up to wash it, Katsuki grabbed it from my hand and tossed it somewhere.
"Sleep with me, (M/n)..." He whispered and I smiled, nodding and getting in the bed by his side.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his face on my chest.
"I love you, puppy." He looked up at me, smiled and pecked my lips, getting back to his previous position.
"I love you too, hun."
#paralyze fic#bakugou katsuki fanfic#bakugou x male#bakugou x male reader#male reader#reader insert#x reader#smut#top male reader#sub!bakugou
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i spy with my little eye | (s)
inspired by this drabble.
pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader, kirishima eijirou x reader
genre: smut
words: 3.6k
summary: kirishima's had enough of being forced to endure you and bakugou fucking next door every day. finally, he decides to do something about it
warnings: established relationship, f!reader, forced voyeurism, exhibitionism, degradation, switch!kirishima, sub!reader, dom!bakugou, fingering, masturbation, oral sex, explicit language
“You don’t look so good, Kirishima. Are you sure you’re okay?”
Kirishima hadn’t felt any ill-will towards his friend before today, but if Kaminari asked him one more time if he was okay… he might kill him. “I just haven’t been sleeping well these past few days! No big deal.”
Red eyes drift over to your form perched pretty on your desk. Everything felt ridiculously lewd when it came to you. He couldn’t see the bruises, but he knew they were there. His eyes scour the soft skin revealed by your skirt, and the boy wonders if you were wearing the baby pink panties that Bakugou had said: “make you look so pretty.”
He tried not to think about it too much. It was… disrespectful. You were his best friend’s girlfriend! It was perverted; that’s what it was! It didn’t matter if he could hear you getting railed every night or that he knew you could take Bakugou without gagging (you always took him to the base of his apparently thick cock, he knew that too.)
“What are you looking at?”
Blue uniform jeans block the entrancing view of your legs dangling mindlessly over the desk like they did over Bakugou’s shoulders. Kirishima burned a brighter red than his hair and snapped his gaze up to his friend’s face- he didn’t look mad, but you could never be too sure.
“I was just spacing out! Sorry, I feel like I’ve had a long day already.
“Mhm. We’re training today. You better be at the top of your game, so I don’t kick your ass,” lips unfurl to reveal borderline sharp teeth, “I feel good today.”
Probably because you got your dick sucked within the past twelve hours, Kirishima thinks. He grins and shakes his head; he’s completely unaware of that fact. Bakugou can never know that he knows something so invasive. Kirishima has to stay strong.
“Of course, I’ll be at the top of my game! That’s what heroes do.” Bakugou mumbles something about being the top hero, and he shifts just enough for his best friend to see you looking back at your boyfriend.
Kirishima’s eyes meet yours as your own trail down, and he’s keenly aware of the strawberry lip gloss that sticks to your lips and makes them look so kissable. Kirishima waves before turning to rifle through his bag; he misses how you smile mischievously before hopping off your desk. Class passes uneventfully, but Kirishima still can’t keep his mind off your baby pink panties. He prays no one has a mind-reading quirk.
Soon enough, Kirishima darted out of his seat and eagerly joined Midoriya on his trek toward the support classrooms. His hard-on had dissipated, and he was sure he was ready to have a good day.
“That’s what I was gonna ask Hatsume about! If I’m doing full-harden, I just need to make sure I’m not hurting others.”
Midoriya nods in agreement before spouting about his forearms and other technical things about his quirk (quirks? Kirishima isn’t so sure anymore), making it hard for the redhead to follow.
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, don’t wait up!”
“Yep, see ya!”
The hallway is quiet, and it’s blissful to bask in the sunlight that shines through the windows. It’s a nice day, and Kirishima hasn’t thought about your naked body since that morning.
It’s almost comedic. There’s a screech as he advances farther down the hall, making his steps falter, and his body flinch. There are empty classrooms now and then, but that screech sounded worrying like someone was rushing past a ton of desks! The classroom door sits slightly ajar, and Kirishima feels dragged towards it as if intoxicated.
He should’ve known. You and Bakugou had disappeared so suddenly, and with libidos so high… he should’ve guessed you two were alone somewhere.
“Katsuki…” he’s a fiend, exposing your chest with hands that paw at you like a dog, “we’re being loud.”
“No one’s around. Just relax, babe,” he pulls your bra down, the cups lifting your breasts just enough for him to take a nipple into his mouth and suck. Your whines echo, and your back arches as you pant with a flushed face. It was so, well, you looked like a porn star. You looked beautiful. Kirishima can feel the blood going south, arousal hanging heavily between his legs.
Katsuki tells you to just “let me do this,” and you let him. The two of you aren’t even aware of your audience. Kirishima wonders if you’d make the same sounds with him. If you’d push his face to your chest or spread your legs so needily for his cock.
Precum is spilling into his boxers, and he knows it’ll be disgusting later when he has to walk around like he’s not soiling himself. He can’t help it, though, not when your slick pulls away from your pussy in clear strings when Bakugou peels your panties off. He was right, baby pink.
You’re everything but innocent. When you take Bakugou’s fingers into your mouth and suck like the cock-loving whore you are, you’re not the same girl he knew at the beginning of the year. You bat your eyes and shift forward to grab Bakugou’s attention. You really are beautiful.
Ultimately, you’re a great performer, and it makes Kirishima so fucking hard that he has to slip a hand in his pants. You’re just too good.
“You’ll do anything for me, hm? You’re spread out on a fucking desk at UA; you look like a slut.”
Weirdly, Kirishima wishes he was you and that Bakugou was looking at him like that. How would it feel?
He’s not sure, but you are. You love the degradation. You love when he’s so mean. You could whine all you want about how he’s hurting your feelings, but the words make your clit pulse and thighs rub together. He’s always right, too. You look debauched when you’re under his influence. Spit slick lips that shine, and you can feel a bit of drool dribble out the corner of your mouth. You’re cock hungry. No, you’re Katsuki hungry.
You love your boyfriend, and all you could ever want is him. His lips, fingers, cock, you want it all. You tell him this, pulling up your skirt higher to expose a soft patch of curls and the way your pussy glistens pink.
“You’re lucky I love you; you think anyone else could satisfy you? Anyone but me?”
He takes his thumb and rubs tight circles on your clit, the pressure makes you want to shut your legs, but Katsuki’s wide frame easily prevents it. You take what’s given to you, thick fingers making a squelching noise that turns your face red and makes you cover your mouth like that would prevent the lewd sounds of your boyfriend fingering you from reaching others’ ears.
Your boyfriend grins snarkily, muttering that it’s all ’cause of him you’re soaked and practically creaming after only a few minutes of him pumping his fingers in and out of you. He uses his body weight to lean over you; you’re trapped in the best way as he fucks you with only a hand.
Kirishima fucks his fist, too. If anyone turned the corner, they’d see him, and he’s sure his career would be over before it started. For some reason, though, every time he watches Bakugou curl his fingers up and make you wail into your hands, he can’t seem to care too much about the consequences.
It’s not enough, though.
The denim jeans are still constricting even with his belt unbuckled, and he’s working up a sweat with how hard he’s trying to cum at this mind-blowing moment. He watches Bakugou’s knees buckle, and the blond is suddenly between your legs, sucking your clit into his mouth on a level only you could bear. You rest your feet on his shoulders, white knee-high socks making you look like an angel.
This isn’t right, but Kirishima bit the apple and swallowed it. It’s stuck in his throat, and he doesn’t even care that he’s jerking off to Bakugou, bringing you to the edge with a tongue he wishes was wrapped around his dick. The view is obscured now, but Kirishima could fill in the details, and he feels a tight coil in his stomach turning into a knot. Your fingers scrape the desk, trying to find purchase to ground yourself before giving up and desperately grabbing Katsuki’s hair to steady yourself.
Kirishima wheezes. It’s so loud he hears his blood rushing in his ears as he tightens his fist around the head of his red cock. The pre-cum, his fist, the slurping, and your cries now that you’re about to cum all over Katsuki’s tongue. It’s so overwhelming. Kirishima watches as the two of you make eye contact. You blubber and shake, but he strains to hear the three words, “luh-love you, ‘tsuki.”
Cum paints the inside of his boxers, and he keels over with shaking legs, trying to ride out his orgasm the best he can without passing out.
Katsuki cleans you up effortlessly (eating pussy is one of his favorite things, after all.)
“‘S too sensitive Katsuki, no more.”
“I’m cleaning you up; stay still,” he suckles on your oversensitive clit just to hear you whine, “I’m done now.”
Kirishima watches, enraptured at the grossly romantic display. You still look a mess as you shift in Bakugou’s arms, your thighs are still sticky, and your lips bit red; but he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful girl.
The shame washes over him so heavily that Kirishima feels his eyes bubble with tears, and he tears his face away from the scene. Was it worth it? As he crashes into his own self-guilt, he rushes out to the bathroom, uncaring if Midoriya was still in a stall.
“That was the last time, ever,” Kirishima wishes he could follow through. No matter how hard he presses his hands into his eye sockets, he can’t help the blood flowing to his dick at the thought of you whining out your boyfriend’s name.
Hell is hot, but you’re so much hotter.
Kirishima’s tired at the end of the day, his training exhausted him, and the heart-bursting orgasm didn’t help either. He watches Bakugou go to bed offensively early; he wonders if tonight was the night he’d get a total of eight hours. He goes to bed soon after with a smile on his face.
The stars hang low with a glimmer only they could hold. It’s cool in Kirishima’s room with the window open. The nighttime breeze washes over his limbs as he lies sleepily in boxers and a black t-shirt. It’s finally time to rest.
His eyes are closed, and he hopes there isn’t a quiz tomorrow like his brain was assuming. Then, he hears it; it’d be unnoticeable if he wasn’t pressed right up against the wall. There’s a thump and the murmur of whispered voices that sound so muffled he can’t determine what’s being said. This, however, is not relevant when he knows that gruff tone and the meek voice could only mean one thing.
Instead of feeling aroused, a sense of frustration builds. Like a thermometer hitting dangerous levels of hot, he’s getting fired up. You two weren’t considerate at all! Why should he have to be the one to put on headphones or go for a late-night walk? He shoots up out of his bed and stomps on his slippers. Why should he have to accommodate for your- to be frank- unnatural levels of horniness coursing through your veins?
He’s in front of your door before he knows it, and he’s knocking before he can feel the wood on his knuckles.
“Shitty hair.”
You’re sitting in a tank top and wearing panties, blue ones. Kirishima realizes what he’s done.
“Uh, hello? I was, uh, I was gonna ask if you guys could keep it down,” he pauses and looks at everything that isn’t the blond in a fitted black tank top, “it’s actually really been bothering me since I can hear everything. It’s kind of annoying, actually.”
“Was it annoying when you sat behind the door jerking off? While you were watching us?” Bakugou’s mere presence looms over him while his words strike Kirishima in the heart.
He goes underwater for a minute, struggling to breathe and flailing on the inside. His cheeks turn impossibly red, and he feels embarrassed that the rush gives him a surge of excitement in his tummy.
He opens his mouth, gasping like a fish while you stand and come up behind your boyfriend. Kirishima wishes the world cracked open and swallowed him whole or that he had a mind-erasing quirk, maybe both.
“…I should go! Sorry for bothering you….”
Were your hands always so dainty? So tiny with trimmed cuticles and glossy nails. He falters in his steps and lets you pull him in.
You’re a witch, he decides. You’re magic, and he drinks you in as you tug him through the door, and Bakugou locks it.
You grin as he takes a seat, Bakugou following distantly behind before you speak.
“I noticed you staring today, Kiri,” you wait till he’s about to speak before cutting him off, “it’s okay! I liked it; I liked knowing you knew.”
“Oh.”
Your hand rests on his bare thigh as you scan him up and down, “you wanna feel something nice?”
His head feels hollow, and he can’t do anything but nod. He feels Bakugou take a seat behind him, effectively trapped between his two favorite objects of affection. He’s not even ready for the way your soft lips envelop his in a heated kiss. His cock throbs in his pants, keenly aware of Bakugou’s hot breath on his neck.
“You better enjoy this, fantasizing ’bout it for so damn long. It’s a pretty nice sight,” a rough chuckle escapes him as you deepen the kiss, sliding on top of Kirishima’s warm, built body, “you know she asked me once how thick your cock was.
An “Eijirou” tumbles out of your lips, and his hips jolt forward from it. Kisses bloom like flowers all over his neck and Adam’s apple. It feels like he’s flying, like when he took too big of a hit when smoking with Sero. It’s more than incredible. It’s like he’s on cloud nine.
He musters his courage to go from a melting puddle to a force behind the tornado.
“I want to be good for you,” his thoughts echo in his actions with hands that paw at your waist that continues grinding.
“I wanna see her perform, like how she did with you. I wanna see her… like that."
You grin, swiping your bottom lip with your tongue. You look at Katsuki, whose eyes are blown wide with arousal and can only encourage you, “go on. Be my pretty baby.”
Your panties are sticking to you as you pull the oversized t-shirt over you; the pair of eyes on your body feels so nice. Katsuki looks proud, and Kirishima’s eyes roam over every inch of skin like he wants to devour you.
The clasp of your bra is undone, and you feel a sudden shyness at your nudity, but the two men admire you like you’re Ophelia. Katsuki lets his head droop onto Kirishima’s shoulder. The fire in your lower belly, who’s witness to tension between the two males, builds and crashes.
The guiding of hands to your chest, the tweak of a nipple and a mewl, and the head push that allows for a warm mouth to take your breast into his mouth subconsciously make your hands crave stability. Katsuki hooks his thumbs into your panties to pull them off as Kirishima maneuvers till he’s at your side and touching you all over.
You thought he might be inexperienced, but with the way his calloused hands reach down towards your cunt and circle your clit with the lightest of pressure, you wonder who else he’s been with.
“Kirishima…”
“Call me Eijirou.”
Katsuki keeps you from shutting your legs, but it’s not his tongue diving between your folds. Kirishima takes the opportunity to taste as much of you as he can. After weeks of jerking off till he splatters cum into his hand, he’s desperate to make you cream on his tongue (and hopefully his cock.)
It’s almost ridiculous how good he is, how the two pairs of hands on you make drool spill out the side of your mouth. You look so impossibly fucked out from the redhead between your legs that you can hardly believe the circumstances.
“She’s acting like a whore because of you. Look at you; I’m proud of you.”
Kirishima groans as he rubs himself against the bed, rutting like a pathetic puppy. Bakugou realizes he has two sluts in his room, begging for a taste of pleasure. He sneers, mumbling at how pathetic the two of you look, and observes how the two of you melt further into orgasmic bliss.
“Make her cum Kirishima, then she’ll pay you back. Right babe? You’ll help Shitty Hair?”
You babble nonsensically, “yes! Yes, please… ’m close. Katsuki I…” Your hand reaches out for his, desperate to be grounded as you edge closer and closer to the cliff.
Kirishima sucks your clit ruthlessly as you cream on his tongue and fingers. It borders on painful when Kirishima keeps licking and keeps lapping up all the essence that spills out of you.
“Stop… Eijirou, ’s too much. It’s your turn! For…for you.”
Kirishima finally brings his eyes to focus back on you on the bed, and you feel like he’s got tunnel vision for your pussy. A hand lewdly wipes the shine off his lips and chin, tilting his head.
“What do you mean? This is for me.”
Even after short-lived overstimulation, you throb in between your legs and shut them. Katsuki can no longer help himself, and the two boys are suddenly clashing into a kiss that leaves them both breathless.
You briefly wonder if you’ve accidentally snuck onto a porn set-up. You take the time to regain yourself and crawl over to Eijirou with hands pawing at his cock that’s drenching his boxers.
“Who do you want?”
Kirishima feels overwhelmed by the question and stays silent before mumbling out a loose and far-away “both?” You look at Katsuki, who rolls his eyes, “I’ll be better than you at this.”
“I go down on you all the time! That’s not fair!”
“Shut up,” Katsuki peels his friend’s underwear down, and you feel yourself grow hotter as his tongue laves over Eijirou’s cock, “are ya gonna help or what?”
The room’s air is sticky, and Kirishima feels overwhelmed when he looks down to see a tongue sucking his balls into one mouth while a different pair of lips focuses on the tip; his stomach glistens with sweat as he heaves breaths.
He smells musky, and you beam when you take him into your throat, and he whimpers with twitching legs. Katsuki stares hungrily, reaching up to swallow his noises with a dominating kiss that nearly sends Kirishima backward.
“I might–might cum soon,” he feels like he’s speaking into space, like no one could hear his plea for both release and for the pleasure to cease so he could maintain his dignity.
Katsuki grunts, nose buried just under his belly button as he swallows, “Bakugou!” Kirishima wails and hunches over, fingers digging into his scalp as his cock is overwhelmed by heat and the tightness of the blond’s throat.
Ever the persistent one, Katsuki swallows again as you take a hand to gently knead Kirishima’s balls; it’s heaven. There’s no way it isn’t; he vaguely notes how roughly textured the ceiling is with eyes rolling towards it. A dopey smile makes its way onto his face as he spills his load down Katsuki’s throat, the latter finally gagging as he’s forced to take it all.
Your boyfriend heaves out a couple of breaths, a glare coming from him as he’s forced to swallow Kirishima’s spunk.
His eyes betray him as they gleam with satisfaction.
“Katsuki, wha-what about you?”
Bakugou takes the time to cough into his elbow, eyes brimming with tears and a flushed face making him look perfect. At your concern, he grins and wipes his mouth one more time, “I don’t know. Don’t you think we should save some of it for later?”
Kirishima’s back straightens as he stares in between you and Katsuki, crying out that he might not be able to see Bakugou make you cream on his cock and stretch you out till tears pool in your eyes.
“But you have to fuck her!”
Red eyes flit over to Kirishima, his strength wilts as he makes himself smaller under the dominant (and overpowering) gaze.
“No, you both have had your fill. Besides, you have a lot more to make up for.”
You grin and bounce in your spot on the bed; both men struggle to keep their eyes on your face.
“Yeah, Kirishima, don’t you know?”
“Know what?”
“Don’t you know that even if you think you deserve it, you don’t,” your breath hits the shell of his ear as you advance like a predator ready to eviscerate its prey. He waits with bated breath as you deliberately keep him hanging onto every word.
“You’re no peeping tom, Eijirou. You’re just a pervert.”
Kirishima considers himself a good man who doesn’t spy on his best friend having sex or who doesn’t wait for it to happen right in front of his eyes if given a chance. But he can’t deny it at all.
Kirishima hadn’t fallen from grace; he was still the most beautiful angel. But, at the end of the day, he couldn’t deny one simple fact about himself.
He was a pervert, and no one else could live up to the title best but him.
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Not Today - Chapter 3
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You came back to the gym after staring blankly at your wall while laying down, three hours later. Certainly not the best time to be cleaning, since it was in the middle of the night (while you were supposed to be asleep).
You spent those three hours thinking about the two interactions you’ve had so far. And you’ve come to the conclusion that you might be some sort of an idiot, and he probably thinks you are too, which makes you feel a bit grumpy when you think about it.
You don’t want him to see you as an idiot. You’d like him to think of you as just, well… hopefully he would never think of you and never say anything to you because then you’d get over this weird crush feeling.
You could physically feel the crush too – it was miserable and reminded you of middle school all over again. It was called a “crush” for a reason, you were going to be crushed into a tiny little ball of bad feelings and you’d end up crying and listening to depressing albums while Aya tries to cheer you up with hugs and ice cream.
All you have said to this man, this beautiful and lovely looking person, is “Excuse me.” And you have already imagined about half a dozen scenarios with him, replacing your imaginary boyfriend from a show you loved with him.
After cleaning the two gyms, you arrive back to your floor around 4AM, way past your bedtime. You fell asleep without taking a shower or preparing for bed. Your dreams centered around him, and in the morning, your head throbbed whenever you imagined talking to him.
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You got up about three hours later with rings under your eyes, reminding you of your dumb mistake last night. You groaned as you got up, feeling the crick in your bones rattle through your body and you shake off the feeling as you walked towards the bathroom to shower.
You tried your best to look presentable this morning but you could barely cover up all the darkness under your eyes and the red in your eyes. You kind of looked like a badass when you were in your robe, but in your janitor uniform, you look like a sad and tired worm.
Yes, that’s right, a worm.
You felt like you could be a worm right now, with how lovely the ground looks. Oh, you’d kill for a nap right now, as you dragged yourself through the hallways of the familiar campus.
Everyone was in classes right now, so it was the best time to clean the bathrooms and the cafeteria. You knew the cafeteria would be clean and spotless, but you offered to help them out in there as often as possible.
You cleaned the assembly rooms earlier today, after hearing from Nezu that he would like to give an announcement and a speech tomorrow to every class. You made sure the stage smelled like the products that Nezu loved to smell, which specifically was always floor cleaner and air freshener.
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As you walked into the nearest bathroom, you ran into one of the kids, to where you fell back onto the ground roughly and the kid stared over you with a snarl on his lips.
“You idiot, watch where you’re going.” He spat out, and instantly you rolled your eyes at him, remembering who it was from the sports event – Bakugou Katsuki, the one who made you clean up so many explosions. There were charred marks on every wall in each gym because of him. You had to order a special cleaning chemical for it.
“Sorry, kid.” You responded, wondering if he would move so you could get up. It was a bit awkward, laying back with a kid screaming down at you, in your face.
“Why are you going into the men’s restroom? Huh? Are you a pervert? Fucking creep.” He continued, not moving an inch from his position. You felt your face form into disgust at his accusation.
“I’m a janitor – cleaning bathrooms is what I do.” You explained, casually twiddling your fingers as you waited even longer for him to move.
“So, you go into the bathroom I’m using? Screw you. Waste of my fucking time.” He cast back, anger still dancing in his eyes and it took everything in you not to start awkwardly laughing.
“Uh, sure thing. Hope you have a good day then. Goodbye!” You try to get him to leave, but he’s stuck there, growling at you like he’s some kind of animal. You finally let out a snort, which he instantly screamed at.
“What are you laughing about, stinky?”
You laughed even more at the nickname, since you were the complete opposite of stinky – at least that’s what you knew your quirk to be. It was a lame useless quirk but you could affect the way you smell or at least the area around you smell. You always chose to smell like something that reminded you of the beach.
“I’m laughing at nothing! Or – well, I’m laughing at myself, sure, that’s better, right?” You stumbled out in between laughs. He twitched with more anger, about to unleash some more ugly words at you as he stood over your body but he was interrupted.
“If I had known you were bothering our staff, I would have came earlier to drag you back to class.”
You stilled, feeling stunned as you slowly moved your neck to glance up to the other person towering over you. Aizawa, of course he was here. Bakugou was in his class right now it seemed.
You couldn’t say anything as the two bickered (or more like Bakugou shouted at him and Aizawa glared at the boy). You felt like you’d interrupt something important since Aizawa started to speak to him about respect.
“I don’t need to respect this dumb janitor, she ran into me. She should have been looking where she was going.” Bakugou argued back and you barely held back another laugh as he insulted you again.
The two of them looked down at you. Aizawa seemed to have recognized you but his expression was unreadable and Bakugou had calmed down a bit but he was still pretty irritated.
“Just leave our janitor alone, she is stressed enough.” Aizawa finally concluded the argument between them and Bakugou sighed and sent you a mean glare once again. You felt heat rush to your cheeks as this was Aizawa’s first time talking about you and he was concerned about your stress levels.
Well, this is not good, you thought. You would be daydreaming about this all day now and be distracted enough to not do your work. Even now, you weren’t doing your work and somehow it was because he was involved!
You let out a huff of air to yourself, irritated you let it continue so far, but you knew you couldn’t stop yourself from having a crush.
Instead of talking to them, you gave them a nervous grin and shouted, “Excuse me!” And you sat up, knocking into Bakugou once again and ran out of the bathroom and down the hallway.
Aizawa and Bakugou stared at your figure as you ran off and Bakugou was the only one to speak up of you, “Damn janitor hit me again.”
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