"i don't know what kind of losers you've been with, but i'm not about to get off to some middle school level action, okay?"
"care to be proven wrong?"
wc: just shy of 2k!
cw: dry humping, heavy making out, teasing, alcohol consumption (so ig kinda dubcon but them being drunk is not the focus of this at all), starts kinda cocky!peter and then sub!peter comes out đ
blond frat!peter makes me feral!!!! happy first day of kinktober sluts!!!
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"ugh, that's disgusting! they're literally getting off ten feet from us, hello?!" gwen yelled over the music, beer sloshing from the solo cup in her hand as she stumbled over to where you and the rest of your friends were sitting.
you looked to where she was pointing, noticing a girl you'd seen in passing on one of the brothers' laps â going to fucking town. to say they were dry humping was an understatement, and you weren't sure if either of them knew which was their own tongue anymore.
you shook your head with a chuckle, taking a sip from your own cup. "wouldn't be the first time i've seen someone cum at a frat party. you guys are fucking freaks."
gwen shared a knowing laugh with you as peter whipped his head towards you, a mixture between a frown and bewilderment sloppily lacing his features.
"what the hell are you on about?"
"come on, you remember last year when-"
"no, no i remember vividly, please don't remind me," peter sat up taller, scooting closer on the couch and looking down at you. "them, over there. they're just making out, that is nothing like last year."
you rolled your eyes at him, chugging the rest of the beer in your hands and setting your cup to the side. "yeah, but look at her hips. no way he's lasting much longer at that speed."
"oh whatever, like anyone's ever cum from a little dry humping." peter took a sip of his drink and cringed slightly as he watched the couple continue.
you rose to sit up higher, crossing your arms and matching the defensive energy he was putting up. "there's no way you're serious right now, parker."
"what?" he met you with a shrug, looking to gwen for backup. she held her hands up and walked away, not looking to get involved in the argument.
"you may be cocky, but you're not that stupid, right? i'm pretty sure anyone could finish from that. i don't even know how she hasn't cramped yet." you looked towards the couple who hadn't slowed once. it made you wince, the ghost ache in your hips.
"i don't know what kind of losers you've been with, but i'm not about to get off to some middle school level action, okay?" it was said playfully, but you couldn't help but feel like rising to a challenge that wasn't even proposed.
"fine then. let's go upstairs, parker."
you watched peter's eyes widen, his cocky and egotistical resolve cracking for a moment. he regained it quickly, though, leaning dangerously close towards you.
"what, think you're so special over here? got some moves you think i haven't seen before?"
you gave him a smirk and watched as the crack in his demeanor expanded just slightly. "maybe you just don't know what you're in for."
peter's lips mirrored yours as his eyes fixated on the words that fell from them. it had been months of this cat-and-mouse game with you, a flirtatious, more than friendship that was aching to go somewhere. peter didn't know where that somewhere was, but he was hoping tonight might give him an idea.
he didn't say another word as he grabbed your hand as led you up the stairs to his room, shaking his head in dismissal at the hoots and hollers from the other frat brothers. if they only knew.
he opened the door and rushed you inside, mentally face-palming at just how eager he was. you hadn't even touched him yet, and he was painfully hard â something that was not helping his case.
he regained his composure, strutting to his bed before falling back on it and leaning against the headboard. peter intertwined his hands behind his head, his soft blond hair messy on his forehead as he stared at you with wild and amused eyes.
"well? i'm clearly waiting."
you rolled your eyes as you sauntered towards him, the look in your eyes sure to give off your nefarious intentions.
you let a playful smile dance on your lips as you crawled towards him on the bed, ensuring your shirt had gaped just enough to give him a view. you celebrated the reward of watching his adam's apple bob hesitantly in his throat, his eyes lingering all across your body. the build up was part of it â that was your entire point. that build-up could be sexy and enough on its own when done right.
you finally reached peter's lap and swung a leg over, carefully planting yourself down onto him. it wasn't intentional that you were in a short, loose skirt, but it was a serendipitous aid in your argument right now.
you lifted slightly to readjust, to position yourself precisely along the outline of peter's impressive bulge through his slacks. the minor movement alone was enough to elicit an involuntary hiss to fall sharply from his lips, a blush accompanying the betraying noise.
peter shook his head as he laughed, his hands snaking their way to the curves of your hips with a soft squeeze. "whatever. i said i wouldn't cum, i never said i wouldn't like it."
you flashed him a smile as you placed your hands on his chest, taking the opportunity to soak in just how good he looked tonight. you didn't know what was in the air that made tonight different, but all the times you'd dreamed of tugging at that bleached-blond hair had left you hungry, and tonight you weren't backing down.
you rolled your hips forward slowly, testing the waters as you watched the way his face contorted in pleasure. peter's hands tightened on your hips, and a deep growl echoed in his chest. you gave him a smirk as you did it again, and you decided to leap right into the deep end.
your lips were quick to attack the open space on his neck, his warm skin in between your teeth as you began to set a slow but firm pace with your hips. it wasn't long before peter was helping you, his hands dragging you along him as he fought the urge to buck up into you.
"s-shit. that's good."
you kissed the love bites left behind on his neck and trailed your way up to his cheeks, meeting his eyes as you picked up your pace.
"yeah, pete? sure it doesn't feel a little too good?" you teased, hands making their way up to the only place they've wanted to be since you met him.
the moan in his throat cut off the weak "no" peter had prepared as you tangled your fingers in his locks, tugging harshly and whipping his head backwards. you never lost pace as you did so, sloppily kissing your way around his exposed neck. your fingers stayed in his hair, scratching at his scalp and tugging the loose curls, and peter parker was officially putty in your hands.
you thought the moment the two of you finally collided, peter would be the one in control. he'd be the one narrating the scene, controlling your body with the strings of a marionette. what an insatiable discovery it was to be wrong.
peter was so much more vocal than you'd anticipated, whines and groans echoing throughout his room so loud he was drowning out the speaker blaring trashy music downstairs. now, there was a new symphony in your ears, and you couldn't get enough of it.
your hips kept in rhythm with what he gave you through song, a dance only the two of you could've known.
"f-fuck, baby. i didn't know it could feel like this." peter groaned into your ear, his head fully resting on your shoulder now as your pace got him breathless.
peter had lost all self-control, all sense of humility as he tried to match your pace and chase you with his hips. through the thin material of his pants, he could feel your wetness spreading across the fabric, the slick only adding to the friction against his painfully hard cock.
"please," he whimpered, barely audible as the once cocky, egocentric peter parker was wrapped around your finger. "kiss me."
your hips stuttered for a moment, the intimate request taking you aback. you weren't shy, clearly, but the genuine tone behind his innocent plea shook something in your core.
you kissed him for the first time, unable to shut out the fireworks in your stomach as his needy lips nipped at yours, his tongue fighting not for dominance, but out of necessity.
you had lost yourself before remembering your place, determination to prove a point outweighing months of pent-up feelings. you resumed the movement of your hips, hard and fast as you continued to consume his plump lips.
peter groaned into the kiss, hips twitching underneath you. "fuck, s'too much."
you tugged his head up by his hair, forcing eye contact with him as you held the brutal tempo of the song peter was losing track of. he'd started it, and you were determined to finish it.
"what was that, baby?" you teased, slowing your hips momentarily.
"fuck, don't stop. please, need you." he begged.
begged. peter parker was begging you to let him finish. never had you thought you'd see the day.
"admit it," you growled, grinding harshly but ever so slowly against him. "admit that you can cum from just this first."
peter was a shade of desperation you'd never seen before, need hanging from his every expression.
"please, baby. i'm sorry, i was wrong," he thrusted up into you, holding your hips down firmly against the movement.
the strength he had came out of nowhere, lanky peter parker holding you firmly in place as he continued to rut up into you, eyes pinched shut in pleasure.
"you can make me cum just like this, please. please, let me. let me cum, please."
you can. it was possessive, in a way you hadn't expected from peter. he was at your complete mercy, and the thought alone was enough to push you over the edge.
"peter, cum for me, god please." you moaned as you tried your best to move your hips, trembling in his grasp as you came undone yourself.
watching you fall apart on top of him was exactly what did it for peter, the sight releasing a dam holding on by a singular thread. he gave one more sharp thrust as he came, a strangled groan leaving his throat as he felt his cock twitch violently against the soft fabric of his briefs.
warmth flooded underneath you as you soaked your own underwear, leaking onto his slacks and bleeding with the mess left behind by hs own leaking cock.
you were both left breathless as you collapsed on top his chest, heavy panting echoing throughout his room.
peter choked out a chuckle as he reached his arms around you, wrapping you in a tight hug. it was genuine, and the same butterflies from the kiss earlier came back with a vengeance.
you looked up at him, his laughter contagious. "what's up with you?"
"i've just never been so happy to be proven wrong."
The moment Katsuki falls in love with you, heâs standing in front of you like a giant dog with his tail tucked between his legs while you go off on him, genuine shock written on his face.
He doesnât even know what to do, heâs so caught off guard.
One second he was being his usual self, short tempered, too blunt, a little brash.
The next, youâre in front of him absolutely laying into him.
And not in that nervous, stumbly way people usually do around him either.
No.
Youâre pissed.
âGet it together or get lost Katsuki. Youâre a grown ass man, figure it out.â you snap, voice sharp.
And all he can do is stare at you.
Itâs the first time heâs ever seen you angry.
Heâd honestly started to think you didnât have it in you, always so damn patient and sweet.
Heâs standing there, mouth slightly agape.
A whole pro hero.
One of the strongest people around.
Getting chewed out by someone half his size and somehow losing.
He knows he looks dumb right now, heâs vaguely aware of it at least.
But the way you defend yourself, the fierce look in your eye thatâs unwilling to back down.
It stirs something in him, something⊠hot and almost primal.
When you finally finish your rant, chest heaving and anger slowly simmering, heâs practically staring at you with stars in his eyes.
Your angry little frown deepens, âAnything to say?â
âNo maâamâ, is all that comes out, cool and calm.
You huff, turning around and grumbling under your breath.
And he just watches you leave, heart beating hard under his ribs.
He thinks about it for the rest of the week.
..Then the week after that.
Then one day, retelling the story to Kirishima whoâs got that dumb smug grin on his face, he realizes he hasnât stopped thinking about the look in your eyes since.
he's smart as hell, somehow good at everything, hot as fuck and knows it, one of the best heroes alive and has never been out of japan's top 15âand to top it all off, he's the motherfucker that ended all for one at seventeen fucking years old. he's the great explosion murder god dynamight, and if he was any bit humble about it, the world would love and hate him just a little more.
but no. he's crass, foul-mouthed, short-tempered and intense with an ego that made up most of his tall, muscular stature. so even with the many outbursts of his that the world has witnessed, everyone can rest well knowing that he's still flawed. that ah, one of the greatest heroes in existence has an unfixable personality problem. thank god.
surely there's no way anyone could ever tolerate that personality enough, right? right?
pro-hero!katsuki who secretly married the love of his life not too long after graduating from ua, and quietly welcomed a daughter in his mid-twenties.
pro-hero!katsuki who is somehow the perfect husband and father, and every other person in his life is sick of it. because what do you mean this motherfucker is the one in a happy relationship? kirishima can't land someone for longer than two months, izuku's still stuck in the years-long song and dance with ochaco, most of these idiots are stuck or in and out of situationships, and don't even get anyone started on kaminari and jiroâbut everyone, and i mean everyone, can't seem to get their love life right. why and how, out of all people, did katsuki bakugo get this shit right on the first try?
pro-hero!katsuki who is, unsurprisingly, class 1-a's resident relationship guru. he didn't ask for that position and he genuinely doesn't even understand why it's necessary, but every other reunion, basically everyone was taking turns on asking him love advice. like sure, as the only married parent out of the 21 alums, he has âtips and tricksââbut he doesn't get why these idiots need someone to tell them this shit. isn't it all obvious?
âbakugo.. i don't know how to be in a relationship and keep working.. what do i do..?â â âthen don't? sort your shit out first. why are you makin' 'em deal with y'r mess that you don't even know how to deal with? jesus.â
âbakugo, the flowers i give my partner when i apologize always seems to end up in the trash even though they said they forgave me. what does that mean?â â âthey're either not into flowers or y' can't communicate. either way, makes you a dickhead.â
âshe says i'm not present enough.â â ây' probably aren't.â
"she said she doesn't want to be with me 'cause my job scares her.â â âvalid. hero work is scary shit. y' can either handle it or y' can't, that's just how shit is. talk to her, but y' can't force her to stay if she really doesn't want to. that's fuckin' mean.â
âwait so, how's the missus okay with you and your job??â â âjust win every fight and make it in time for dinner. light fuckin' work.â
this shit is so easy, why do these idiots need his hand-holding so badly.
pro-hero!katsuki who makes everyone even more annoyed because for the most part, he never intentionally shows off his perfect family. he's a pretty private guy, and he doesn't like making his marriage anyone's business outside of his close inner circleâit's unnecessary. and yet, like all things katsuki, it's still regularly rubbed in everyone's faces because turns out, he's just such a family man.
he's forced into a day of interviews on the weekend with red riot so obviously they'll have lunch together. they're in the cafeteria and kirishima was going to order something when katsuki dragged him to a table, forced him to sit, and pulls out a lunchbag out of nowhere.
âbakugo!? where the hell did you get that!?â
âshut up. here,â he opened the bag to hand him one of the two bentos and some chopsticks. âmy lady and my kid made it this morning. eat it or i'll blow you up.â
kirishima didn't need to be told twice. âthank you for the food!â n he absolutely inhaled it all.
âbakugo, can you tell your wife i love her?â â ârot.â
he bumped into izuku on a walk who's bummed out, feelings crushed over something. izuku's talking about how he's not sure how he can juggle hero work, teaching, and trying this out with ochaco and he knows katsuki is listening, he does. but he could absolutely tell his head and heart wasn't fully in it, and so he stopped to ask.
just a bit more prodding later, and katsuki's hanging his whole head remorsefully, broad shoulders sagged and weak.
â..i blew up my kid's favorite dress.â
izuku was so grateful he managed to hold his laugh.
âthat's.. that's horrible, kacchan.â
âshe said she hates me.â
âshe's three and upset, it's normal.â patted him on the back. âshe doesn't actually hate you.â
âshe's got her mama's heart and my temper, she absolutely fuckin' hates me.â
âwell.â
âshut the fuck up.â
âi didn't even say anything.â
pro-hero!katsuki who is living the dream and everyone else are jealous extras. not his fault tho.
⟠â do i really like how i wrote this? no.... but the idea is in my brain n i had to just put it out. i definitely hv more papatsuki hcs cookingâit's genuinely all i'm thinking abt ever since i watched buddy daddiesâbut i'm so sleepy rn n i want to go back to spyxfam so this is all we're getting. also I KNOW I SAID I HAD THE PARENTING DIARY IDEA, BUT PLATONIC!KIRIBAKU BUDDY DADDIES AU IS TEMPTING ME AOSOSJHDJSKSK someone save me. anyw yeah, there'll be more papatsuki. i need to get more comfortable writing hcs and simpler stuff anyw so i'm experimenting. thank u 4 reading n if u enjoyed it pls lmk and reblog and/or lmk in comments :] i lorb u gang ⥠(also i'm experimenting w my themes until i like it rn so pls don't mind)
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a/n: thinking abt being super sleepy and kiss drunk with katsuki
âno more.â he mumbles against your lips.
âone more kats please?â you chase after his lips as he pulls back.
âyouâre fallin asleep, princess.â he kisses you again and you whine.
âkats one more.â you blink your heavy lids up at him âkiss me til i fall asleep.â you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to the bed with you.
âsuppose.â he sighs and presses his lips softly to yours.
he peppers kisses across your lips, smiling with each soft sound that comes from you. he slides his tongue along the seam of your lips, slowly pushing in as he cradles your face. he deepens the kiss, thumbs stroking across your cheeks trying to lull you to bed.
your arms unravel from his neck and he pulls back to pepper the softest kisses across your face. he pulls the covers up and places a kiss on each of your eyelids before leaning back and admiring you.
âlove you.â one last kiss to your lips before he curls around you.
bf!kirishima who never shuts the fuck up about you. ; 0.3k
you donât even notice at first. that is until bakugo comes knocking on your door at the ass crack of dawn.
youâre in your pajamas, cuddling with bf!kirishima, and then someone starts knocking on your door very persistently.
âiâll get it.â you say gently, knowing your boyfriend is fast asleep due to the training him and bakugo decided to force themselves to do.
you gently open the door trying to make as little noise as possible.
âif your fucking boyfriend mentions your name ONE more time, i swear to fuck you will be a widow.â katsuki threatens as you can baisically see the steam coming out of his ears. âyour name didnât leave his mouth the whole. time.â
you feel a pair of arms wrapping around you from behind.
âhey bakubro! why yaâ yelling so much, hm?â kirishima feigns innocence as his best friend gets even redder in the face.
âiâm never training with you again, yaâ hear me?!â the door shuts with a thud as eijiro closes it.
âdonât know what midoriyaâs been feeding him.â he shrugs with a knowing smile, ready to go back to dreaming about you. heâs almost at the bed before you call out to him.
âeijirooooâ you whine slightly. he turns around quickly.
"yes baby?" all his attention is immediately back on you, sleep leaving his mind.
your hands are covering your face in embarrassment. your face has gone completely red, matching his hair color.
"that's was embarrassing, eiji." he signs as he carries you back to bed.
"shh bakugo's just bitching about shit that doesn't even matter, you know him." he lies you gently onto the sheets and kisses your forehead.
"if you say so."
both of you know katsuki wouldn't be this mad over 'nothing'.
i headcanon that katsuki is like the biggest prude ever. pre rls
like itâs a hot summer night and youâre in the common room after a shower and bakugo is just lounging on the couch while barking orders at poor todoroki whoâs trying his best to help out in the kitchen.
and you walk past him and he stops for a second just to say some shit like « what the FUCK. are you wearing. »
and you just look at him all confused like wtf is up with this bitch now « my pjs ?? » you answer incredulously because half the girls are dressed the same way ?? matter of fact everyone is in their pjs.
he goes all red in the face and says « youâre practically naked! » with that mean accusatory bark and at this point youâre so fed up with this man like hello has he never seen shoulders before ? why is he acting like a victorian man seeing ankles before marriage ??
so obviously you state the obvious like « katsuki. itâs a tank top and shorts. itâs hot outside. » and he just mumbles a whatever trying to be nonchalant.
and then imagine like mina walks past you to grab her phone to show hakagure something, and sheâs wearing the same set with different patterns because you bought these together last weekend and you notice bakugo isnât saying shit. like what the hell ??
obviously bakugo just tries to act oblivious to your incredulous stare and tries to act nonchalant even though the tips of his ears are burning because you look really nice and really domestic and he doesnât like anyone else seeing you like this. like in his mind your attire is for his eyes only, for when you both share an apartment and itâs a sunday and you both slept in and you go to the kitchen to grab a snack or something. hence the domesticity.
so yeah, he feels kinda off and squirmish when he sees so much skin because youâre the only person heâs ever really cared about and you look exactly like the future you in his domestic scenarios that he replays constantly before falling asleep.
đ pit stop ! đŠč you think that katsuki bakugou cares too much. he obsesses over the little things. whether or not you've eaten, whether or not you're seeing someone else, whether or not you even like him. you can't understand why he cares so much about someone like you. after all, he isn't even your boyfriend. (6.2K)
đ safety car ! â not safe for work â suggestive & angst â eighteen plus only. pro hero au, characters are depicted as adults. friends with benefits, brief smut scenes, daddy kink mention, situationships, insecurity, simp katsuki, avoidant attachment styles, reader and katsuki are bad at feelings, unhappy ending, open ending. pro hero katsuki bakugou, toxic avoidant & fem reader.
đ team radio ! â happy birthday to me!! sharing another fic for my bday bc it is my gift to you!! for all the memories n the love n awl!! this year its blasty boy, based on this post i made ages ago. been workin on this for a while and it felt so good to explore katsuki in this way!! there may be a part two lol. thank you so much as always! hope you all enjoy and click for more.Â
bakugou has always been good at sensing oncoming danger. no, he didnât have a quirk for it and no, he didnât have to train at it. heâs always just had a penchant for knowing when peril was prowling along the horizon, he thought quick on his feet and under pressure, his instincts were killer. thereâs a reason why heâs the best at what he does. saving people, stopping threats.Â
but then, thereâs you.Â
theyâd call you a hero level threat if they knew you, a little more then personally. an enigma that sucks the good-hearted nature out of someone and turns them into something hollow. a villain by matters of the heart rather than that of society â although a string of failed relationships and an obvious lack of commitment would argue otherwise. katsuki never sees it coming, the fatal blow you land on him, the one that shatters his very vision of how love works.Â
he doesnât expect to meet you through a friend of a friend and hit it off straight away, his walls crumbling down as if they were made from nothing but sand. a somber stooge to thrashing imperial shaded waves and saltine sea water. he doesnât anticipate falling fast, hard enough to scrape his knees on shingly tarmac. abrasive on the palms of his hands. all this, even though dynamight has never tripped or lost his cool before.
youâre disarmingly funny, smart-mouthed when it counts but youâre dedicated to your craft and fiercely loyal to the people you care about. by all means, youâre the girl of his dreams, thereâs not a day that goes by where youâre not the first thing on his mind after a gruelling patrol and meetings with the hero commission.Â
katsuki seeks you out like a blossom winding up to find the sun, desperate to spend free time with you â dates that arenât really dates in places hidden away from prying public eyes. late nights that lead to your legs tangled at the short end of his couch, your cheek smooshed into his chest and a hand low the small of your back. heaviness there that doesnât seem burdensome, natural.
the two of you are too far into the comfort zone after such a short time, he doesnât even pick up on the blaring warning signs. the dating app notifications that still pop up on your phone, the way your head dips when he leans in a little too close to kiss you.Â
he doesnât see it clearly enough, the dangerous thorns that wrap around you like the stems of a blood red rose. his friends know better, youâre the type of girl who drank the blood of her enemies and ate the bones of her past lovers, stripping them bare like a carcass lost in the wastelands. they know the map of bakugouâs being well, the subtle craving for attachment and endearment that lies behind walls of flesh, muscle and a hardened exterior made up of a bit of trauma with a dash of near death. for all his gruffness and grandeur, there is a human within katsuki bakugou. one who carnally craves the simple promise of forever with someone else.Â
those friends who pledge a lifetime by katsukiâs side arenât enough to satisfy his appetite and yearning inner-ego, they know that, but still â they look out for him.Â
âoh, relationships? i donât do those.â youâd laughed, then, waving a hand dismissively when mina corners you on the way into the dynamight agency. a favour. a good friend willing to ask what the other canât.Â
her shoulders had risen in anxiety, treading carefully as the pink haired pro prodded and pried. âthen what about katsuki?â
âwhat about him?â you quipped, tone clipped, unwilling to fall open to her investigation. katsukiâs friends werenât yours by any means â you were new, fresh meat in their eyes that had somehow withstood of concerned childhood classmates. âweâre not dating. just messing around?â
minaâs expression soured then. âdoes he know that?âÂ
âhe should. heâs a grown man, iâm sure he knows what kind of relationship he can handle.âÂ
âa situationship.âÂ
âa friendship that comes with added benefits.â he recalls you supplying. quick to the punch and cold like ice.
katsuki stays long enough to hear mina give you the low down. katsuki bakugou doesnât do casual, he doesnât mess around â his heart only goes out to some and when itâs yours, youâre supposed to take care of it. mina gives you the chance to walk away, leave him be and you fail to take it. with that minacious sense of esurience you possess.
the first time you sleep together happens after your first fight. he wants something you canât give him, permanence, the sturdiness that reminds one of an oak tree thatâs grown proud and tall over time. katsuki wants something that lasts and his heart is set on you â someone who disappears into the rolling smoke and only exists for a split second, a momentary fraction of time like when the sun and moon meet for an eclipse. youâre evanescent, almost imaginary, fleeting like a nomad who never stays for too long.
he canât have you. not in the way that he needs to feel stabilised.Â
everything blows up, when you tell him that. sitting on the other side of the bed, wearing his clothes, comfortable in his penthouse where your shoes ( an impressive collection of sneakers to high heels ) are lined up by the door and youâve got a favourite mug on the top shelf of his kitchen cabinets where only he can reach. thereâs a piece of you everywhere in bakugouâs home but not a single piece you can part with long enough for him to call you his own. the fight is full of rage and pent up frustration and a hurt thatâs nearly incurable â katsuki should have made you leave right then and there, emotions rising like hot air above cool. with tears building behind his red eyes that burn brightly with fury, but he canât because youâre so intertwined with his life, itâd be like having a lung missing if youâd gone.Â
itâs not love, it shouldnât be â but his heart feels anchored to you even if itâs holding you back. you let him say it, that he loves you so much it could kill him in his youthful age. he loves you while pushing into you deep, chest rising and falling in tune with yours, much like a habit youâve picked up from one another. he loves you with your legs hiked high on his shoulders, at the weight of his shaft pressed up against your sensitive walls with his teeth and tongue marking you like you belong to him. the sex that night had felt like a confession, a love letter written in hickies and scratch marks â penned and signed into your body by rough-padded fingertips that find your clit between rolling waves of trusts, hips that hit yours like the turning tide hits the shore. Â
in the moment, you reciprocated. sung his praises kike they were the lyrics to your favourite song, coated in wistfulness. howled his name, katsuki, at the moon whilst the stars bore witness to the union of your souls and your bodies. struck claw marks between the muscles in his back, leaving him with a scar. a heavily ironic reminder of your presence in his life â even if you left him physically, youâd still be there in the root of his heart and in every breath heâd take from then on. he couldnât get rid of you, not that he wanted to, not even if he tried. in every sense of the word â mind, body and soul, katsuki had decided he belonged to you. willed you to understand through every stroke of his cock into you, every gentle kiss that deepened to share hungry moans, every caress over your battle wounds and fatal flaws⊠that he was yours, however you wanted. whatever that looked like. he would take it.Â
in the morning, you were different â colder, sharper, as if the sinful hells from which your desire had risen from, had now frozen over. like the heat and passion youâd shared were nothing but a mutually beneficial exchange. pleasure for pleasure, not to be mistaken for beating hearts coming together as one. in the morning, youâd tossed katsuki aside, smiling sweet, your lips pressed against his cheek, your clothes from the night before wrinkled against your love-bruised frame. âthank you,â he remembers you saying. âsame time next week?âÂ
itâs a joke that lands as a sucker punch. worse than any hit heâs ever taken on the field.Â
despite that, bakugou had never wanted you more. something he couldnât keep. a hurricane in a glass jar that he couldnât contain. free as a bird that could fly away at a moment's notice â too dazed with desire and devotion to see the cruel limbo you were leaving him in. even then heâd have called you the girl of his dreams, perfect in every way except for your knack for avoidance. he should have walked away then.Â
he should walk away now. as his tired, blood red eyes look to you with a rose tinted lens. watching you sleep soundly amongst sheets youâd complain cost more than a monthâs rent and wonât let katsuki buy for your own apartment. still thinking that youâre perfect for him, that you fit right into his world where youâve made him so intrinsically part of your own. thriving in this weird symbiotic relationship where you get your needs taken care of and he gets a taste of what itâs like to be longed for. as more than a hero. as less than dynamight. just katsuki. youâd taken a sledgehammer to the pro heroâs concrete shell and sent his shield packing, now heâs no longer to build up his walls without fear of shutting you out.Â
friends with benefits, lovers but not quite â bakugou doesnât care as long as heâs with you. heâd pick fights for you until he turned black and blue, rescue you from the competition because he knows it means having his way with you afterwards, let you call him your boyfriend high on life and liquor just to piss another man off. now youâre in his shirt, the warm charm of the sun spilling through his curtains to illuminate the soft slopes of your thighs and highlight every perfect imperfection on your skin. the scars you try to hide, the tiger stripes you sometimes let him love.Â
you look softest when youâre asleep, like you wouldnât dare destroy someoneâs self worth and ability to love. you donât look dangerous.Â
he still doesnât believe that you are.
âsuki,â stretching high and wide like a little harmless â maybe even blameless â kitten lounging under the blessing of the afternoon sun. your voice calls to him â wafting through the aerosols that catch light under golden rays. they act as a smog, a performance of smoke and mirrors that hides your true intentions from the blonde. even if he were to wave his hand through the smoggy disguise, katsuki still wouldnât be able to see your desires clearly. âmy head hurts.âÂ
âyeah?â bakugouâs bare chest rises and falls with somewhat of a brusque titter, the sound curling inward like a wisp of smoke caught within his lungs â cemented into their small branches of bronchi. itâs soft, barely noticeable, if you werenât listening. almost as if heâs been trying to keep it a secret from you. as though his fondness were to scare you away. âwant me to kiss it better?â
âmhmâŠâ more of you emerges from cotton hills and stiff peaks of linens â a hand rubbing through the crust corned at your eyes and lips. âgod it kills, what even happened last night?â
even then, despite the sleep caked into your skin and the lines carved out by creases in the sheets struck against your cheeks, disregarding the bitterness to your morning breath and the drool staining the fabric of his your sleep shirt â youâre still the most beautiful person in the world to katsuki bakugou. with all your flaws and icks and green flags he canât help the uptick in his pulse and the pull of gravity that lures him into smiling almost school-girlishly at the sight of you rubbing the ache from your forehead, lost in the waves of his bed spread.
youâre perfect even if you donât know it â some kind of lawless and flawless being that could do no wrong in the jewelled eyes of the beholder.Â
âparty. didnât invite me so i donât know what you had.â
âit was a party, am i not supposed to drink?â a cheshire grin blooms amongst your features and compliments the mirthy spark to your sleepy stare as you reply bluntly. if there was any inclination as to how deeply katsuki feels for you, it would be the way his focus flits away from your eye contact and the manner in which rich red blood pools underneath the surface of his cheeks. a blush that catches sunlight and spreads like a flame over oil slick, creeping down to the back of katsukiâs neck.
he rubs at it â akin to how one would smooth over a scab theyâre not trying to pick in fear of making it bleed â as he speaks. intent and careful. âresponsibly, sure,â heâs already reaching to pull the covers back and welcome you to the land of the living. you hide, pouting like youâve been scolded. âyou were so shitfaced last night, âm surprised you even managed to call me to come pick you up.âÂ
you donât like that. the tenderness that sits between curse words and stretching through the comfortable atmosphere of the late morning. to you, katsuki is scary in the kind of way that reminds you of the buzz you feel after watching a horror movie â electric and alive, all fried nerve endings and an impending sense of doom tickling your chest. maybe itâs because heâs so handsome. in the way that causes trouble with the old ladies on floor thirty four of the apartment building or gets the girls tripping over their kitten heels at the agency. maybe itâs because he leans into this natural duty to protect or nurse strays like you back to health.Â
genuine fear easily takes residence in your being when bakugou cares for you in the ways you feel you donât deserve. itâs small, fleeting â almost like the subtle beat of a butterfly's wings or the tickle of your own hair at the nape of your neck.Â
katsuki isnât someone to be afraid of. heâs not some kind of predator lurking in the dark waiting to turn you into a chunk of meat. his affections lap at you in the same way ocean blue does at a sandy shoreline, in soft waves with bubbling white at the owl waiting to be absorbed into porous substrate. he waits, oh, he waits for you to accept all of him as though he were always meant to be yours.Â
thatâs what frightens you, his gentle dedication. his tired eyes that crystallise when you walk into a room. his heart tattooed in fading ink on his sleeve, waiting for you to take a knife and pierce it with all that youâve got.Â
the thought of accepting his love and returning it had your stomach turning. not because you resent the idea, but because you find yourself warming to it like a steel kettle on a hot stove or a freshly potted sapling winding towards the light in order to grow. itâs as frightening coming face to face with an animal that sees you as nothing more than prey. like a hare standing against a wolf where the odds are hardly in its favour.Â
âitâs too early on in the day for you to parent me katsuki and you sound like my dad,â you bite like a snake that has venom poised behind its teeth, regarding the blonde with devious merriment. âbet you like that though, gets you all riled up telling me what to do. acting like my dad. do you want to be? my daddy, katsuki?â
your banter is usually like this, the kind where the dialect crawls underneath his skin through an open wound and spreads uncomfortably in the form of a viral infection. it sticks meagerly to katsukiâs ego in a similar fashion to a postage stamp placed down wrong â where you canât pick it up by the corner and peel it back, unable to reposition it correctly. in the moment, youâre funny â light on your feet and quick with quips that come easy and arenât supposed to mean anything aside from serving the purpose of laughter. except, when the coals cool and the time passes you leave a sting that creeps up on the victim, dead before they even know it. straight faced by the time the day is over.
âdonât be like that.â he leans over you, wafting notes of clean pine and smoked applewood, sparking your senses awake, and pushes the side of your head playfully. his touch slides down, careful as it goes, before bakugou cups your cheeks and squishes them twice.âbeinâ fuckinâ mean.âÂ
âsorry daddy.â you grin the same as before. with the air of someone who knows exactly who they are and what theyâre doing. youâre a woman whoâs made a vexatious habit out of reading people â katsuki is one of them â scouring their worn, aging pages for something that makes them tick.Â
by now heâs caught on the game that you play, toying with the knotted mess of his feelings like a feline with her bawl of carmine coloured yarn. the iniquitous version of the red string of fate. he returns to his seat at the edge of the bed, turning away before you catch the fall in his face. as though the manner in which icarus flew too close to the sun â only to be scorned â could be captured in his expression, like an artist who carves his wages through stone.
âoh shut up,â bakugou pushes again, no weight behind his hand. controlled because heâs not a man with a temper. the kind you run to when he spends a weekend out of town. ââm not fuckinâ you ân i gotta go to work.âÂ
âthatâs never stopped you before.â you purr, never quite having learned how to be subtle.
hero galas and award-show after parties run rampant through katsukiâs mind â the memories without picture frames because you never stay long enough to keep. alcohol bleeds into the ink, leaving them splotchy where heâd remember the happenings if he were sober. lipstip smudge kiss that taste of plasticky makeup and the bitter pop of champagneÂ
undeterred by your little mind games and the puzzles you make of the pro heroâs patience â he glances over at you, just for a moment. registers the presence of you helpless in his bed and then suppresses a fond smile, poking his tongue into his cheek. âyouâre hungover, thatâll stop me. told you, i care about you.âÂ
thereâs a twang to katsukiâs voice that has always warmed you sweetly. much like honey and buttermilk simmering on a stove. years of drawling and pulling along the vowels braided between their intimidating consonant peers. unhurried and rough around the edges. the way he softly answers you despite the wrath and envy that hides behind the snakelike bite of your words when you speak â he tries not to be loud, in fear his speech may be taken as a curse. the last thing katsuki wants is to scare you away, especially when you make a habit of escaping from his hold like a bird from a net or a gazelle from a hunter.Â
you turn silent â in a manner similar to the creep of the quiet night that sneaks up on her friend, the day â shifting upright and bringing the duvet with you. âdonât need you to,â your fingers curl in the blankets until crescent moons form in your palms through the thinness. you donât snap, that is what terrifies katsuki more. âand that doesnât mean you have to baby me.â itâs a childish retort that you add on, one that lands in the pocket of silence beginning to brew at the center of the room. sour like the punch of a lemon when you sip on something citrus. âiâm an adult, we can fuck if i wanna.âÂ
âbut i donât,â he feels far away when he responds, carefully unveiling his truth to you at a safe distance, to avoid the splinters of your shattering morning. âeven if youâre nicer to me when youâre fucked up.âÂ
a rare joke from him turns you into the cheshire cat.
âyou think iâm mean sober. so you prefer me subdued.â you ask, a taunting tone intertwined with the cadence of a person who seeks only to get a rise out of their victim. you pass his
the blonde whips round to face you, not to yell or to âlisten. you were drinkinâ, i wasnât there to look out for you and there could have been anythinâ in your system. i was worried about you.â something churns in his stomach and ties his intensities together in some kind of fatal knot guided by a sick sense of anxiety. itâs the same kind of feeling you. katsuki sighs, shoulders falling as though the strings that master them have been released. âi donât wanna argue.â
âme either,â you quip, sensing the defeat. âmy head really hurts, kats.â
he softens as you drop the topic. a change in tactics to keep him on his toes, interested in playing the game of chess youâve laid out for the two of you. his pieces have been stolen, barely anything left on the board since you so eagerly take and take from him. âi know baby,â katsuki supplies in that sugary simple syrup manner that would have any girl twist her ankle in order to get a chance with him. âjust, lemme get you some orange juice for your hangover, kay?â
âwith bits in it? bleck. you know i donât like orange juice.â he does. of course katsuki bakugou knows that you hate orange juice with the little floating pieces of fruit flesh and that you prefer the kind of squash you dilate with running water over anything else. he knows that you hate to eat breakfast in the morning because youâre never too hungry, but if he were to cook something up youâd eat it with the same appetite as a grown man. katsuki knows you like the sun burning up high, would know the familiar company of a summerâs day and a clear blue sky â in a way thatâs complimentary, two souls tangled by a fine rouge thread, knotted with no loose ends. Â
except he finds you tugging at them as though youâre a bird caught in a net â fighting ferociously until youâre too fatigued to taste it. freedom. as though youâre frightened of the calm katsuki could offer you. he dwells on the thought, standing too still amongst a hurricane â biting fear cool against his skin because heâs not entirely sure what heâll do when he loses your presence beside him simply because youâre not ready for something greater.
his eyes drag away from you, polarised to the wall like a magnet that attracts. âwell itâs either that or tomato juice, pick your poison,â katsuki supplies, listening for your tantrum amongst cotton sheets. you settle on the bright, more-fruity counterpart ( because youâve argued about this before at 3AM whilst heâs been in indonesia for a mission and you've been stuck here â using your spare key to get into his apartment when youâd missed him. tomato, despite its many seeds, isnât a fruit in your eyes ) and the blonde hauls himself up from the edge of the bed to find his juicer in the kitchen. âthatâs what i thought, brat.â
katsuki never leaves you without saying goodbye. a text after patrol to let you know that heâs safe, a kiss on the forehead when he moves from one room to the next, a perfectly wrapped morsel of his soul packed up into a brief, flickering moment all for you. something to keep when the regular rhythm of your body starts to fall out of tune without him, no matter how long or short the time spent apart is â katsuki always gives you something.Â
but this morning he leaves the bedroom with his lips pressed into a thin line and the hard set expression of a man whoâs worked so much for too little in return â breaking a sweat to undo crossed wires as though thereâs a time bomb ticking relentlessly between you that requires a special agentâs touch to figure you out. katsuki isnât a spy, he isnât a mind reader and yes, heâs super-human⊠but in his line of work there are just some people you can never seem to save. maybe youâre one of them and maybe thatâs why he feels as though he might need to give up.
you draw your knees to your chest underneath the sheets in order to add pressure to the panic building within â he doesnât shut you out in the manner that you do with him. katsuki always comes back to pull you out of your own mess as though youâre a wounded animal in need of tending. heâs good like that. he cares about you like that.Â
youâre a blender, an emotional one at that, you come with razor sharp, silvering blades that constantly whir like a looming threat. get too close and youâll lose a piece of yourself, bleed out on cold concrete like a saviour who tried entirely too hard to save someone who didnât want it. what seems right to him, when it comes to you, is a means to his own demise and death â in this tale, katsuki is a wolf licking crimson blood from a blade poised to kill him, worsening his own wounds inflicted by his own desire for you.
a mere twenty paces away, you listen to him clatter about in the kitchen â juicing fresh fruit for you. from scratch. just to help you feel better. It's a luxury you know that you donât deserve, a tragedy that you know heâll play line by line if it means being with you. for a while, you thought yourself invincible, taking advantage of the weakness of men who have hurt you before. yet, katsuki is kind, he warms you, treats you as though youâre flawless to the point where you feel as though you are a physical lie. an apple dealt to adam instead of eve, rotted on the inside and ripe on the out.
bakugou waltzes back into the bedroom not even ten minutes later, freshly squeezed orange juice and two pills in hand to ease away the pain you know doesnât compare to what lives between each intercostal space protecting his heart and lungs. he says nothing. you say nothing. the room feels like a trap, latent hostility building between the four walls as if it had cemented them together itself.
you inhale, like youâre taking a drag of a cigarette. you donât want the smoke to clear â youâll see the heartache in his eyes clearer then.
âare we okay?â you ask with the uneasy focus of someone who feels like her world is out to get her â drown her in the emotional turmoil sheâs built. a swig of orange juice and bitter paracetamol clings to the insides of your teeth, causing a similar discomfort to that in the atmosphere. âi feel like⊠things have been really weird. with you. with me.â Â
âno âm not. youâre being weird.â he delivers the line with a sharp intensity youâre completely unfamiliar with â like heâs taken on the same skillset, the same precise aim of an adroit sniper, and gone straight for your heart â forcing himself to speak over the blockage in his throat that keeps him from spilling emotions like an oil slick on clean water.Â
a wound to the body can easily heal, but one to the heart that keeps pumping, can last a lifetime. you donât scream out in agony, a wounded soldier on a battlefield â no â you quickly build a defensive shield and strike a strategic attack, because your ego broils brightly underneath the surface of your skin and never settles enough to let your temper just be. Â
this time round, you scoff in braggart disbelief. as if you hadnât expected this, the rain on your make believe parade. âwoah okay, childish.âÂ
observant as ever, katsuki does not miss the way you roll your eyes over the glass â the spread of your lips seeping into your cheeks as they take the form of a grim lour. something akin to kindling, a match-stick ready to set light to a bomb. this morning youâd promised not to argue, and yet, one catches in the wind that changes course. imminent and ready to detonate this faux relationship youâve built.
âoh, like youâre not.â the blonde snaps back, sarcasm snaked between syllables.Â
âalright then, whatâs that supposed to mean, katsuki?â
âyou just â âm justâŠâ bakugou grapples for a sensible sentence, something to explain away the clouds in his mind that came with you. he hates to admit it, how you unhappiness came into his world soon after you did, bringing with you bouquets of bewilderment and nights where too many things were left unsaid. âitâs okay for you to tease me and not the other way around?âÂ
itâs unclear why that sets you off, perhaps its how accusatory bakugou sounds. when he says it like that â calls you out on how hypocritical you can be, your temper flares like a streak of red in the dead of night. a cry for help to anyone watching, to katsuki not to give up on you before youâve properly started.
âyouâre not kidding around though, itâs not funny,â spitting venomously, you let your response rain down on him like acid rain, searing through the thick and guarded armor he thought he had built strong all these years. âyou keep calling me mean when thatâs how iâve always been, firey just how you like it. you treat me like iâm made of glass, like youâve gone soft and keep looking at me like iâm gonna burst into flames!â it keeps going, this gruesome splurge of awful words used to cut at him, and you canât stop it because you see it working. the manner in which this big, mountainous and explosive man, shrinks away from you as though it burns to be near. âlike me, being here is setting you off. almost as though you donât want me here. and if you donât, thatâs fine, iâll go. but in the future donât bring me over if youâre gonna act all avoidant and shit.â
katsuki sits up now, alert, as if his burns have been doused with cold water. his carmine eyes, devoid of the same cruelty you treat him with, are electrified with everything he doesnât say. loaded with all the ways youâve hurt him. tears that refuse to fall. âwhat? was i supposed to leave you there drunk with that fuckinâ asshole? the one you keep fucking when âm not around to give you the attention you crave.â the blonde throws a thumb your way, inculpatory. âyou donât get to do that, call me like âm some shitty lapdog. then c-call me that fuckinâ name and then act like itâs weird that i want to take care of you.âÂ
âcall you, what, katsuki?â
âcourse you donât remember,â bakugou grumbles incredulously, standing from the bed in the same manner someone would flee from the scene of a crime. like he needs to get away from it all. from you. from the jail cell that is your fucked up relationship. ââm not saying shit. got patrol so âm headinâ out.âÂ
the blonde excuses himself weakly and reaches for his hero costume as a shield.
because maybe, right now, he needs to be dynamight instead of katsuki. he needs to be a hero to save himself.
âkatsuki,â you growl to make him stay. âcall you, what? say it. itâs on the tip of your tongue.â
the look he gives you is wounded and pleading. the kind only a dying animal could give whilst begging to be put out of its misery â whatever katsuki says now will be blood on your hands, his organs violently spilling into your grip since youâre the only person in his life with enough strength to rip his heart out from behind the doors to his psyche. âyour boyfriend. you called me your boyfriend last night and i picked you up and i liked it.â katsuki admits from across the room, at a safe distance from you because confessing feelings to you is akin to stepping on a land mine.
heâs been fighting an internal war since figuring out that he feels for you outside of fucking, wishing like a wistful child on every lucky star that perhaps, you would be able to wave your white flag and admit the same. beyond your own facade, you could maybe trade your heart for his like you would for a trading card. if youâd wanted him the way he wanted you, youâd push your pride away just enough to let yourself believe you could love someone outside of yourself.
 âi liked that you sat in my backseat, on the verge of throwing up and called me your boyfriendâŠâ he supplies in the same way a child would when they make an attempt to be part of adult conversation â rushed in the sense that syllables land awkwardly and vowels tack themselves to the underneath of his tongue it moves around in his mouth, like thereâs too much to say to you and not enough time for telling you. âi feel sick just sayinâ i liked that you let me hold your hair back when you did eventually puke your fuckinâ guts out, ând let me shower you ând change your clothes. let me hold you without making it weird, like weâre not supposed to do that shit just because all we do is have sex!â
with every inch he gives, you take, and the consequences nearly choke katsuki bakugou slowly to an unfair death. âi know you wonât ever let me do it again, now that youâre sober, âcause thatâs not what you want and itâs not what we agreed to. you donât like lookinâ like you need someone.â
âbut i liked it,â bakugou rasps, vocal chords strained like an out of tune guitar â the notes wail into the tense, thickened air. âeven if it was only for one fuckinâ night. when you were mine, for just one night. i liked being your boyfriend.âÂ
he liked being wrapped around your finger, even if it were a noose.Â
âbut youâre not,â the words of your retort are entirely too harsh and brittle, and they slip out like fine sand through fingertips before you have a chance to stop them. âyouâre not my boyfriend.â
âexactly.â
âso what do we do?â
for the first time that morning. you sound scared â reality dawning on you as though youâve woken up to nothing after dreaming about everything you could have ever wanted.
âdunno, do whatever you want,â heâs so tired of going back and forth. if he knew from the very day your eyes first met â in a similar fashion to two worlds colliding, colours mixing, flowers blooming â that this is what youâd wanted, he would have stayed far away. âyou can stay. you know where your things are ând i left you breakfast. in the fridge. bottom shelf where you can reach it.âÂ
âkatsuki, iââÂ
he shakes his head, the weight of him in your mind and head and in this very room lifting â as though he were never there. you seal your lips. your true feelings are a sullen, oppressive secret behind your teeth.
katsuki bakugou is stubborn. he always has been. to a fault. âi really gotta go, kay?â
you sink into the sheets, âokay⊠iâll call you?âÂ
the pit in the stomach tells you heâll wait for your call, you know he will. heâs always been self destructive like that. youâre like a ticking time bomb in the centre of his bed, where heâs supposed to feel safest â just waiting to explode and send shards of shrapnel shaped like daggers directly into his scarred heart and heâs got no sense of danger. no telling of when youâre going to go off and decimate him.Â
âbe safe.â you add.
âi will be. iââ katsuki looks back, his tongue pushed to form the shape of love that he quickly abandons as if the weight isnât crushing his heart in his chest. â⊠just donât go anywhere? weâll talk about this later.â
you nod silently as he leaves. afraid.Â
you never do talk.Â
you never do stay.Â
because heâs certainly not your boyfriend and youâre not his girlfriend either.Â
thereâs no obligation in that anyway.
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izuku didnât realize he had a thing for a size difference until he met you. you were just so⊠tiny next to him and honestly? it turned him on so much. it was sometimes hard to hide the massive tent in his pants whenever you touched a bicep or grabbed his shirt to show him something, your hand minuscule next to him.
i mean, can you blame him for thinking about you when his hand is around his cock? as he pumps up and down and imagines itâs you wrapped around him? panting into his pillow, letting out little whines and moans as he nears his high, pretending his squelching fist is your soft cunt.
but god when he finally asks you out, and you two get together, and finally, finally, you invite him to your bed (he waited because heâs a good, patient man), he damn near cums in his pants.
fuck, though, when heâs got you there spread under him, knees to your ears and his fat, thick cock is slowly breaking you apart, he doesnât think heâll ever be able to let you go. not when youâre taking him so well, soft mewls leaking from your pretty little lips, eyes rolling back as he hits that special spot over and over. his whole body is nearly triply the size of yours, and he canât help but notice the bulge in your tummy every time he thrusts.
yeahhhh, izuku thinks he may have a thing for size differences. or maybe, he just has a thing for you. :)
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