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[xaythefreak]

jokingly saying "I hate you" to Dabi and you look back at him and he looks like a sad and abused puppy. #myboyfailure

[dynameow]

U date kastsuki long enough and realize he’s just a fucking dork. Points to one of the dynamight plushies you have after he fucks you and says some dumb ass shit like “I’d hate to be that guy right now—watching someone who looks just like you fuck the girl of your dreams. Couldn’t be me” and acts all smug about it and you just lay there catching your breath and rolling your eyes

[dynameow]

“Y’okay?” He mumbles. His skin is flushed—sweat and heat clinging to porcelain as he pants over you, arms caging your body. “Need water?”

“M’good,” you hum, catching your own breath.

“A snack?”

“Nope. Just gimme a cuddle ‘n I’m all set.”

Katsuki lets out a huffed breath of amusement. He drops down beside you, hauling you against his chest without a word. His chin settles atop your head, a lazy kiss pressed into your hair, and you can just feel the smile on his lips.

“Can never keep your hands off’a me,” he snickers into the crown of your head. “Obsessed.”

“Funny you should say that, considering we’re in this position because you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

“Tch,” he scowls instantly. “Didn’t see you complainin’.”

“I think you’re obsessed.”

“Oh yeah—me huh?” he challenges, suddenly far too smug for your liking. “Then what d’ya call...” he gestures vaguely across the room. “...all that?”

Your pride and joy, you almost say. If you had any less dignity than you do, you might actually have said it. Your collection of Dynamight items is the best there could possibly be (not that it’s a competition, of course—but if it was….well, you think you’d win). The best perk of dating Dynamight himself is that he can get his hands on just about any Dynamight merch there is.

And if Katsuki has one fatal flaw, it’s that he can never say no to you. Your collection grows with every pleading look you send his way.

“I call that support,” you huff. “Imagine if some random girl out there has a better collection of my own boyfriend than me. I can’t let that happen!”

“Well, do they gotta be right there? S’like your collection is always fuckin’ watchin’ us.”

“Yes,” you say stubbornly. You’re not moving your impressive display just because Katsuki happens to get performance anxiety over an action figure or two. “That way I wake up and it’s the first thing I see.”

He rolls his eyes before keeping his gazed locked on a particularly large plushie version of himself in his hero costume. His eyes narrow for a moment before he declares, “Well, I’d hate to be that guy.”

You blink for a moment. “Which one?”

“The big ass fuckin’ toy over there.”

“It’s not a toy, Katsuki! For the last time! And you can’t even call it that when you have so many All Might—”

“If I were him, I’d be pretty devastated watchin’ someone who looks exactly like me fucking the girl of my dreams. What a loser—couldn’t be me, though.”

“Oh my god,” you let out a breathless, exasperated snort. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Just sayin’,” he gives you a toothy, boyish, handsome grin. It’s cocky. It’s gentle. It’s him and it’s everything you ever want to know. “Bet he wishes he could be me so bad.”

“Yeah, I’m sure the stuffing in his brain is working over time trying to figure out how to replace you,” you say dryly.

“Well, he can keep dreaming,” he says arrogantly. “Cause no wannabe’s takin’ you from me—m’the real Dynamight.”

You stare at him for a moment. At the way he’s a complete pain in the ass and drives you insane half the time, and the way he’s so endearing as he does it. At the way, underneath it all, he’s just your lame, annoying Katsuki. And you’re fond of him. Always have been.

You pull him into a kiss suddenly, and he melts into it without missing a beat. “I’d hate to be some random girl out there with a collection of fake Dynamights. Nothing beats the real one.”

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[tokkushin]

✦ katsuki and his shy girl making out ⸝⸝ .ᐟ

cinnamon lingers in the air, the pale wall blurs your vision, and your ears are swallowed by the low hum of the AC — well, that and the sounds of his lips against your neck. 

"you nervous?" he questions, although he already knows the answer. 

since stepping into katsuki's apartment, you've barely spared him a glance — a quiet aura of hesitation clinging to your every move.

it's not that you and katsuki haven't kissed before — pecks on the lips do count — it was that you'd yet to kiss him like this. with your legs on either side of his lap, your bra the only thing left between you, and your breath dancing in the small space between your lips.

katsuki's warm, very warm — almost overwhelmingly so. his chest sticking to the lace of your bra and his body pressed so close it makes it hard to think.

his hands are like a heated weight over the small of your back, coasting over ridges and curves on your skin as he tries to soothe your obvious tension — keyword: tries.

because as his lips trail from the dip in your collarbone to the shell of your ear — you feel all sanity getting lost underneath his fingertips.

"you in there?"

honestly, you're not quite sure. "mhm, yeah i'm here"

you nod as if you're trying to convince yourself, too — ignore how the sudden closeness of his lips makes your cheeks heat and your heartbeat sound in your ears. flurries of panic only burrowing their way to your throat when his hands suddenly cup your face.

"no, you're fuckin' not"

katsuki's always had this knack — a silent understanding of the way your brain works. your quietness was never something he pushed against, only something he wished to ease.

even as his thumb drags slowly over your cheeks, you know he's only trying to steady you.

you whisper a small breath of his name, circling your hands around his wrists as your foreheads press together — that's all it takes.

and maybe, that's when something in you finally gives — when all that hesitation breaks the moment his eyes stare patiently into yours, and why you're the one pressing your lips together before you can even think twice.

he tastes like caramel, a warmth that settles onto your tongue slowly, like the sunlight peeking through an open window. 

surprisingly tense under your touch, his hands pause against your back — his mind insistent on following your guidance. 

he presses his lips gently against yours, slow and tentative, like if he rushes this moment it may end too soon. groaning breathlessly into your mouth when your hands card through his hair, and give the strands a gentle tug before they're back on his face.

it's not long before your confidence wavers, his muscles tightening subtly underneath your palms as you pull your lips away, breathlessly.

katsuki's cheeks are red, hair stuck to his forehead and a faint shine coating his chest. his lips are flushed a bright pink, spit-soaked — breathing unsteadily as he looks at you like he's trying to figure out what you're thinking.

"again," you murmur, chest heaving against his, "please?"

a toothy grin spreads across his face when your eyes dart over his features — as if they're in search of something — some kind of reassurance.

which katsuki is glad to give when he presses a teasing peck to your cheek, adjusting himself underneath you so your body's pulled even closer and whispering, "you drive me crazy, you know that?"

you can't help but smile.

lips skimming his for the last time tonight — this time with no intentions of pulling away. guiding his hands to your lower back as you press into his palms. 

your hips move against his thigh at a steady pace, soft sounds of your lips meeting blending with the hum of the AC.

"katsuki?" 

there's an annoyed sigh that tumbles from his mouth when your lips detach, "hm?"

"my bra . . . take it off"

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[maeveybelle]

Freak!!

༉‧₊˚. summary: bakugo and deku's new assistant has more to her than meets the eye..

༉‧₊˚. warning/s: smut, mdni, 18+, improper use of quirk, p in v, vaginal sex, praise, condescending praise, degradation, soft!dom izuku, switch!katsuki, stubby!reader, freak!reader, use of dom/sub dynamic, use of pet names, use of y/n, f!reader, boss x assistant dynamic, threesome, oral (m receiving)

༉‧₊˚.w/c: 3.3k~

The agency never slept. Even at 10 p.m., the top floor hummed with post-patrol energy—reports being filed, strategy sessions running long, the occasional explosion from the training rooms downstairs. You had been the new administrative assistant for four months, handling everything from scheduling joint operations to making sure the coffee machine didn’t run dry. Quiet, efficient, and painfully timid. You spoke softly, avoided eye contact with the bigger names, and kept your head down. Especially around Dynamight and Deku.

Bakugo Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku were legends. Pro heroes at the top of their game, co-leading one of the most effective units in the city. They bickered constantly but moved like extensions of each other in the field. You noticed them. Everyone did. But you stayed professional. A polite nod in the hallway. A quiet “Here are the updated files, Bakugo-san” when dropping things on his desk.

The first crack in that wall happened during a brutal rainstorm in late autumn. Most staff had gone home. You stayed late to finish digitizing old incident reports. The door to the main office slammed open. Bakugo stormed in, gauntlets still faintly sparking, soaked uniform clinging to him. Midoriya followed, looking equally worn but offering a tired smile.

“Fucking paperwork,” Bakugo snarled, dropping a thick folder on the nearest desk. Water dripped from his hair.

You startled but stood quickly, taking the folder with steady hands despite your racing heart. “I’ll process these tonight, Bakugo-san. The digital backups will be ready by morning.”

Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck. “Thanks. You don’t have to stay so late. We can handle some of it tomorrow.”

“It’s fine,” you murmured, eyes on the folder. “I don’t mind.”

Bakugo stared at you a second longer than necessary. “You always this quiet, assistant?”

You nodded, cheeks warm. “Usually.”

He grunted. Midoriya just watched with that thoughtful green gaze.

After that, they started noticing you more. Small things at first. Bakugo would slam reports down but mutter a gruff “thanks” when you had them organized perfectly. Midoriya would stop by your desk with extra coffee on long days—“You like it with two sugars, right?”—and chat about nothing important. How the new support gear was performing. How the weather affected quirk control.

You stayed shy. Soft smiles. Timid answers. But you were good at your job, and they respected that.

One night, three weeks later, Midoriya found you in the break room after everyone else had left. You were reheating leftovers, shoulders tense from staring at screens all day.

“Rough shift?” he asked gently, leaning against the counter.

You shrugged, voice quiet. “Just a lot of incident reports from the east district raid. I’m almost done.”

He sat down across from you, green eyes kind. “You’re really thorough. Most assistants burn out fast here. You don’t.”

The compliment made your cheeks heat. “I like making things easier for everyone. Especially you two. You work so hard.”

Bakugo appeared in the doorway then, arms crossed. “Flirting with the staff, Deku?”

Midoriya laughed softly. “Just talking. Join us?”

To your surprise, Bakugo did. He dropped into the chair beside you, close enough that his knee brushed yours. “You eat this shit every night? No wonder you’re so quiet. Need real food.”

From then on, the three of you fell into a routine. Late nights turned into shared meals. Bakugo’s sharp comments softened into gruff teasing. Midoriya drew you out with gentle questions about your quirk (minor telekinesis for organizing files and small objects) and your life outside the agency. You stayed timid around others, but with them you started opening up in small ways—dry little jokes, soft laughs when Bakugo ranted about “extras” in the field.

Winter brought the first real shift. A massive villain attack kept the agency running for three straight days. You worked overtime without complaint, making sure meals were delivered to their floor and reports were filed instantly. When it ended, Bakugo cornered you in the elevator.

“You didn’t have to pull all-nighters for us, dumbass.”

You looked up at him, timid but honest. “I wanted to. You both keep the city safe. Least I can do.”

Midoriya was waiting in the lobby. The three of you ended up at a quiet ramen place nearby. No one spoke much at first. Exhaustion sat heavy. But Bakugo paid for your bowl without asking. Midoriya walked you home, making sure you got inside safely.

That night, your phone buzzed.

Unknown Number: This is Bakugo. Save it. Don’t work yourself dead next time.

Midoriya: Thank you for everything this week. Get some rest. We’ll see you Monday.

The texting started casually. Work updates. Memes Midoriya thought you’d like. Bakugo sending photos of shitty agency coffee with complaints. It felt easy. Safe.

Spring arrived, and so did the first date.

They asked together, cornering you after a staff meeting. Midoriya nervous but determined. Bakugo blunt as ever.

“We’re interested,” Bakugo said. “In more than late-night paperwork and shitty ramen. You in or what?”

Midoriya elbowed him. “What he means is… we like spending time with you. A lot. Would you want to try dating? Both of us?”

You froze, cheeks burning, heart pounding. Shy, timid you didn’t do this. But looking at them—Bakugo’s sharp but sincere gaze, Midoriya’s soft hope—you nodded. “Yes. I’d like that.”

The first official date was simple. A private rooftop dinner arranged through agency connections. City lights spread out below. Bakugo cooked—spicy grilled meat and vegetables, nothing fancy but perfect. Midoriya brought flowers, small and thoughtful.

You were nervous, fiddling with your sleeves. “I’m not very exciting,” you admitted quietly. “Compared to hero work.”

Bakugo snorted. “Bullshit. You keep this whole damn agency from falling apart. That’s more than most extras manage.”

Midoriya smiled warmly. “We like you exactly how you are. Quiet doesn’t mean boring.”

The night ended with careful kisses. Midoriya sweet and lingering. Bakugo rougher, but pulling back when you got shy. No pressure. Just warmth.

Dating them was a slow bloom. They were busy pros, but they made time. Bakugo would drag you to the gym on weekends, spotting you on weights and grumbling when you got too timid to push harder. “C’mon, don’t hold back. I know you’ve got more in you.” Midoriya took you on quiet walks through parks, holding your hand and talking about everything—quirk theory, old memories, future plans. He noticed when you got overwhelmed at agency events and pulled you aside, murmuring soft reassurance until you relaxed.

Publicly, you stayed the same shy assistant. Polite smiles. Soft voice. Behind closed doors at their apartment, things grew more intimate. Cuddles on the couch turned into heated makeouts. They were patient with your timid pace, never pushing. Bakugo’s hands would roam but stop at any hesitation. Midoriya would praise you constantly—“You’re doing so well,” “So pretty like this”—until you melted.

You cooked for them sometimes, simple meals that made Bakugo grunt in approval and Midoriya beam. Movie nights where you ended up sandwiched between them, their warmth chasing away the shyness. They learned your quirks—how you liked your tea, the way you fidgeted when anxious, the soft laughs you let out when Bakugo’s rants got ridiculous.

One night, after a tough patrol, they came home exhausted. You had dinner waiting and the living room set up with blankets. Bakugo pulled you into his lap without a word, face buried in your neck. Midoriya curled against your side, hand in your hair.

“You’re too good for us,” Midoriya murmured.

“Damn right she is,” Bakugo agreed, voice muffled. “Don’t let it go to your head, assistant.”

You just smiled softly, content.

Two and a half months in, the dam broke.

It was another rare night off. The three of you on the oversized couch, a half-watched movie playing. Bakugo’s hand rested possessively on your thigh. Midoriya traced patterns on your arm. The touches had been getting bolder—hands slipping under shirts, kisses turning hungry—but you’d stayed relatively tame, letting them lead.

Tonight, the heat felt different. You shifted restlessly, heat pooling low. The shy mask you wore cracked.

“I need to tell you something,” you said quietly, voice timid even now.

Bakugo paused the movie. “What?”

Midoriya turned fully toward you, attentive. “You can tell us anything.”

You took a deep breath, cheeks burning. “I’m not… as shy as I seem. Not when I feel safe. In bed, I mean. I like it intense. Rough. I’ve been holding back because I didn’t want to freak you out. But I want… more. I want you to use your quirks. I can ttake it. I want to feel it.”

Silence stretched for a beat.

Bakugo’s grin was slow and feral. “Well fuck. Our sweet little assistant’s been hiding a freak side.”

Midoriya’s eyes darkened, but his voice stayed soft, that gentle dominance slipping in. “You don’t have to hide with us. Ever. If that’s what you need, we’ll give it to you. Safely. You tell us if it’s too much.”

You nodded, already aching. “Please.”

They moved you to the bedroom with careful hands. Clothes came off slowly at first—your shirt, then Bakugo’s, Midoriya’s—revealing skin and muscle honed by years of hero work. You felt shy again for a moment, arms crossing over your chest, but Bakugo clicked his tongue.

“None of that shit. Let us see what’s ours.”

Midoriya guided you onto the bed, laying you on your back. “Breathe, sweetheart. We’ve got you. Such a good girl for telling us what you want.”

Bakugo settled over you first, knees bracketing your hips. He leaned down, biting a mark into your collarbone. “Gonna give our little freak exactly what she asked for. But you beg nice, yeah?”

You whimpered. “Please, Katsuki.”

He smirked, palm hovering over your chest. Small, controlled explosions danced across your skin—tiny pops of heat and pressure that made your nipples harden instantly. You arched with a soft moan.

“Fuck, she’s sensitive,” Bakugo muttered. “Look at her squirming already.”

Midoriya’s hand slid between your legs, spreading you open. Two thick fingers teased your entrance while he watched your face. “Already so wet for us. That’s my good girl. So eager. You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?”

You nodded frantically. “Yes—please, more.”

Bakugo pushed two fingers into you roughly, curling them deep as small sparks pulsed against your clit. The combination of stretch, heat, and vibration had you crying out, hips bucking. Midoriya added a third finger, stretching you wider, voice low and praising. “Taking us so well already. Such a perfect little thing. I’m so proud of you for asking for what you need.”

They worked you open together until you came hard, clenching around their fingers with a broken sound. They didn’t stop. Bakugo flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up.

“Ass up. Time to fuck you properly.”

Midoriya knelt in front of you, hand gentle but firm in your hair. “Open for me, sweetheart. Let me feel that pretty mouth while he ruins you.”

You took him eagerly, moaning around his length as Bakugo thrust in from behind in one smooth motion. “Shit—greedy cunt sucking me in. Knew you were a slut for this.”

He set a rough pace, small explosions popping against your hips and ass with every thrust—heat blooming, pressure adding delicious sting. Midoriya fucked your mouth slowly, praising constantly. “That’s it. Such a good girl taking both of us. Look how well you’re doing. I love seeing you like this—full and desperate.”

The contrast wrecked you. Bakugo’s degrading growls mixed with Midoriya’s soft, condescending praise until you came again, harder.

They switched. Midoriya pulled you into his lap, sinking you down onto him with a groan. “Easy, baby. Take all of me. Good girl—just like that.” One For All hummed under his skin, strength holding you exactly where he wanted as he thrust up hard, controlled power making your eyes roll back.

Bakugo moved behind, slick fingers prepping you. “Gonna take us both. Breathe through it, freak.”

The stretch when he pushed in alongside Midoriya was intense. You panted, overwhelmed but needy. They found a rhythm—Bakugo rough, Midoriya steady and deep. Quirks active the whole time. Sparks dancing across your skin. One For All pressure points lighting up nerves. You came twice more before they did, Bakugo first with a curse, Midoriya right after, filling you while murmuring praise.

Aftercare was thorough. They cleaned you gently, wrapped you in soft blankets, fed you water and snacks. Bakugo grumbled about “hydration, dumbass” but held you close. Midoriya kissed every mark, whispering how perfect you were.

“You’re full of surprises,” Bakugo said later, voice rough but warm. “Good ones. Don’t hide that shit from us again.”

Midoriya nuzzled into your neck. “We love all of you. The shy assistant and the one who wants us to wreck her. We’re keeping every part.”

You smiled softly, tucked safely between them. Timid in the daylight, free with them in the dark. It was exactly right.

༉‧₊˚. A/N: I need them BIBLICALLY

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[riotsgrl]

★ HEAVY | bakugou, k.

pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader

summary: when you’re unable to sleep for the third night in a row, katsuki notices— and takes matters into his own hands.

( OR: your boyfriend fucks you to sleep. )

content: comfort / fluff + SMUT - mdni ! pro-hero!bkg. established relationship. domestic intimacy. implied insomniac!reader — can be read as simply having issues with sleep. some banter. clear consent. soft kissing. slight marking / hickeys. pet names (baby). breast play. spit (on ur clit). dedicated pussy eating. fingering. self doubt/insecurity + praise/reassurance. finger sucking. missionary to mating press. "i love you" during sex. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. cum eating. aftercare. emotional & soft smut with feelings, bkg is very much in love !!! and he doesn’t cum but he dgaf this is abt u. quite some built up before the smut lmao. wc: 6.2k.

note: thinking back to the days i would literally Not Sleep 🚬🚬 also this to me is veery soft dom bkg i like dat ^_^

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The glow of your phone was soft against the tired lines of your face. You scrolled through your feed mindlessly, dry eyes fixed onto the screen, barely lingering on anything for longer than a few seconds.

Dull frustration sat heavy under your skin. 

You couldn’t sleep. Again. And it wasn't for a lack of trying.

You'd taken the medicine, made your attempts— many attempts. Setting your phone down, squeezing your eyes shut, wishing desperately for a soft, peaceful slumber to come find you. 

But it never did.

So, you did what you had done the two nights before this: distracted yourself. Doomscrolled well into the hours of the early morning, when the faint, first rays of the sun filtered through your curtains and you could finally get up and not have to pretend anymore.

It was all you could do, really.

Your weighted gaze dragged over to the time in the top right corner. The bold numbers 3:24 stared back at you like a taunt. You exhaled quietly, temples throbbing.

You should stop.

You should’ve stopped hours ago.

But before you could berate yourself any further, a high-pitched squeak tore through the stillness of the room.

You clutched your phone over your chest in an instant breath caught dead in your throat as the mattress creaked. Your pulse hammered in your ears as the sheets rustled behind you, a tell-tale sign of your boyfriend shifting in his sleep.

With a grunt, Katsuki threw a heavy arm over your waist, turning so that his bare chest was pressed up against your back. The warmth from his skin seeped in through your shirt. He was all encompassing, enveloping you in his dizzying heat.

Swallowing, you prayed silently that you hadn't woken him.

He let out a sigh, the soft sound muffled into the nape of your neck.

You remained as still as you could, fighting to not squirm.

A beat passed, then another.

Your insides melted with quiet relief when he didn't stir, when the rise and fall of his lungs fell in sync with yours— his body giving no indication that he was awake.

With a quiet breath you picked up your phone again, going back to what you what had busied yourself with before he chose to get all cuddly. But when the brightness of the screen decided to assault you, your heart dropped to your stomach, that relief dying in an instant.

You grimaced at the light, fumbling to quickly get it back down to the lowest setting. It had been all the way down this whole time! You must've misclicked, or—

"You're a shitty fuckin' actor."

You could've swore your soul left your fucking body at the gravelly voice against your ear.

"What the fu—"

You didn't get a chance to finish. Katsuki was already reaching over you, guiding your hand with his to set your phone facedown on your nightstand before bringing it back over your middle, rough palm holding your hand over your stomach.

Your shoulders were wound tight as he spoke; voice tired, gruff as always. But, strangely, he sounded calm.

"Third night in a row. You're not sleeping right."

It was less of an accusation, more of a statement.

He gave it to you plainly, straight and simple. But you thought you had been discreet, the mere feeling of being caught was enough to have you opening your mouth, readying your defense, but his next words had it snapping back shut.

"And don't you fucking lie to me 'bout it."

You bit the inside of your lower lip, running over how you could possibly explain yourself without sounding pathetic.

The last few nights had been much the same: restless, spent tossing and turning.

Even when you did manage to fall asleep on the first try, you'd wake up at odd hours, left to stare at the ceiling with burning eyes, unable to quiet your mind, which was simultaneously ever-racing and absolutely empty.

When you thought about it too long, the corners of your eyes pricked. A quiet, defeated ache twisted in your chest.

You didn't want to cry, not over something so menial, so stupid. Not now, not with him watching— expecting an answer from you.

You swallowed back the lump building up in your throat, feeling the slow brush of his thumb over your knuckles.

"Not sleepy."

It came out tight, quiet. Like you were afraid that if you spoke too loud, your fragile attempt at keeping all of that built up frustration inside would fall apart.

You wanted him to give it up, let you be for once. But Katsuki Bakugou was nothing if not stubborn.

With a rumbling sigh, he rolled you onto your back, reaching an arm over you to pull at the chain of your bedside lamp.

You groaned at the sudden light washing over your bedroom, tugging your blanket up over the bottom half of your face as if it could protect you.

Annoyed, you zeroed your squinted eyes onto him, but that angry furrow between your brows weakened as you took in the image of him propped up on one elbow to look down at you. 

The warm, honeyed lamp-light caught the ends of his mess of blond hair. It was unrulier than usual, sticking up in odd directions from sleep.

He was still tired— blinking slowly, as if his eyelids were too heavy. The usual harsh lines of his face looked almost uncharacteristically soft, but his gaze was weighted with something unspoken.

Guilt twisted inside your chest. 

He was awake because of you. On a work night.

You looked away when he finally spoke up again.

"It's 3 AM. Don't bullshit with me." 

"I'm not bullshitting, Katsuki," you reasoned, wishing you could just sink back into the mattress and not have to deal with this. "I'm… this just happens sometimes. Go back to sleep."

You tried to turn your head the other way, but he caught you by the cheek, pushed your face towards him with a firm hand to make you look at him again.

His jaw was clenched tight as he focused in on your face, took in your sunken eyes, the quiet exhaustion dampening your expression.

You knew he hated when you got like this, all dismissive and stubborn, a mirror of him.

"Don't do that shit." He bit out, his brand of harsh concern. "Not with me."

"I'm not doing anyth—"

"Don't be a fuckin' hard ass, alright? Talk."

"I can't sleep! Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? That I can't fucking sleep? I just can't! I close my eyes, I try... but I can't! And it's—"

You came to a stop the moment you realized the increasing volume of your voice. You reeled back into yourself, embarrassed of your own outburst.

Turning from his hold, you opted to look up at the ceiling, dragging a hand down your face with a deep, shaky sigh.

"Sorry," you murmured. "This is so stupid. But seriously, I'm good."

You didn't spare him a look before turning your back to him with finality, knowing that if you met his eyes — so focused on you, attentive as ever — it would all come pouring over. 

Your throat was tight as you spoke. You hoped he couldn’t tell.

"Sleep, Katsuki. It's late. Don't wanna keep you up, too."

Just when you thought he would give it up, let you deal with this miserable situation by yourself like you always did, he shifted— sat up, pulled back your blanket off of you with a single, harsh tug.

You groaned at the lost warmth, looking at him confused.

"Kats—?!"

He cut you off.

"You tried everything, huh?"

Something about the way he said it — rough and challenging — made your heart spike. He was up to something, but what? You were too exhausted to figure it out, so you offered him a weak answer.

"…Yes?"

"Right."

With one swift motion, he pushed your thighs apart. The outline of his broad shoulders rose from between your legs, thick biceps flexing as he brought your thighs around his waist.

Your legs tightened around him on instinct, bringing him closer as he hovered over you, supporting himself with two steady arms at your side.

You blinked up at him, wondering if he could feel the flustered heat radiating off of your face from being this close.

"W-What're you doing?"

"Helping."

When you continued to just blink back at him at that lackluster answer, a single brow raising slowly, he elaborated with a soft grunt.

"Said you're not sleepy, yeah?"

"… Yeah?"

"Cumming makes you sleepy." all blunt, matter of fact.

Your brows twisted.

"What?" The heat burning your cheeks crawled up to the tips of your ears as your eyes widened incredulously.

It was in his nature to say things as they were, crude and direct, but it still caught you off guard at times, especially over something like this. For someone who got flustered fairly easily, he sure had his moments.

"C'mon. Don't tell me you don't know it." His palm smoothed over your inner thigh, the rough callouses and scars familiar, warm against your soft skin. Careful in a way only you got to see. "Every time we fuck you're out like a light."

"Oh."

"Yeah." he murmured, a little smug. "Tried that?"

You shot him a look. "Obviously not, asshole."

He only chuckled softly, tilting your face up to meet his, kissing the glare right off of your face. His lips moved against yours, slow and intentional.

A soft warmth bloomed behind your ribs as you kissed him back tiredly, letting his movements guide you.

You brought careful hands to rest over his muscled chest, palms slowly sliding up, fingers brushing over the raised, jagged skin of the scar over his heart.

You wrapped your arms around his neck lazily, uncaring that they felt like lead, just wanting him closer to you as your fists curled into the soft hair at his nape.

He pulled back barely an inch, breathing a question against your lips, "You wanna try that?" before kissing you again.

Your brows creased, any semblance of an answer faded into a soft moan against him.

"C'mon, baby," he murmured, pulling back properly this time to kiss up your throat, mouth lingering against your skin.

Baby. He was calling you baby. Because he knew you loved it, knew it turned you to mush— hearing him, always so crude and unapologetic about it, refer to you so sweetly.

A shaky sigh slipped past you as he brought a large hand to the back of your neck, curving it toward him. His kisses turned to gently sucking soft marks and you shuddered, fighting a whine.

"Quit bein' difficult." he huffed, breathe hot against you. "Lemme take care of it."

He brought his face back to watch you like a hound, waiting for your confirmation.

Amidst catching your breath, you contemplated, pursing your lips in thought.

"I… I mean, it doesn't hurt to try?"

It was true, you hadn't tried this 'method' to sleep and part of you was curious whether it would work or not.

But, again, it was a work night, so despite your desperation and exhaustion, you knew that this whole ordeal would get in the way of and the strict schedule Katsuki kept to optimize his health and performance. 

He ate well, took part in rigid physical training; mandatory for the powerhouse of a man that stood at number 5 in the pro-hero rankings.

Like clockwork, he woke up at 6 AM, went out there and worked himself to the bone, put his body on the line, and unless the circumstances were dire (either he couldn’t sleep because of dreams of the past or he had missions that demanded later hours) he turned into bed at 8 PM sharp without fail.

From all the years of knowing, you knew that Katsuki was particular about his habits. 

But amidst your guilt, you were forgetting that he was also particular about you.

You had wormed into his heart, became something of an exception for him in many regards. But you couldn't see that now, not with worry and weariness eating away inside you.

Your half-lidded eyes searched his, a soft crease forming between your brows as you looked up at him.

"... Do you want to, though? I don't wanna keep you up, or… or like make you do thi—"

He cut you off with a scoff, cocking his head in disbelief as if that was possibly the stupidest thing you could have said to him.

"Don't be an idiot, alright?" he pushed closer, nose brushing yours. "If that's the shit you're worryin' about, don't."

His eyes darted down to your mouth, watching as you chewed on your bottom lip, voice lower; softer.

"Always fuckin' 'want to'."

You took in his words, blinking back the small sting in the corners of your eyes.

Katsuki didn't do pity, never did anything he didn't want to. And right now, he had nothing but undeniable want written all over his face.

There was something ravenous behind those irises, that fiery red sharp and determined in a way that had your stomach flipping.

"Okay," you decided with a slow nod, a small smile settling over your face. "We can try."

A self-satisfied smirk stretched across his face before he nodded back, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned down to peck your lips. His hands found your waist, sliding up your sides as he deepened the kiss. 

You gasped slightly as they wandered up under your shirt, rough hands smoothing over the curve of your breasts, feeling the weight of them in his palms— giving them a firm, testing squeeze.

He kept your mouth parted with his, slipping his tongue against yours in a careful rhythm.

You made a muffled sound against his mouth when his thumbs brushed over your nipples, back arching just enough to tell him you wanted more.

Katsuki pulled back, the small string of saliva between your lips breaking as he began to lift up the fabric of your shirt.

"Arms up."

You complied, raising your arms over your head.

Those blazing eyes were narrowed, a subtle furrow forming between his brows— you always thought he looked gorgeous when he was focused, and being the center of that unwavering attention always had your mind spinning.

With a final tug, he pulled your shirt off, watching as your nipples hardened, exposed to the chill of your room.

His eyes locked with yours as he leaned down, pressed a wet kiss to your chest.

Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist as he cupped both your breasts with his hands, took his time pecking around the soft flesh. It was only when you huffed quietly that he chuckled, giving you a long, slow lick over your nipple.

He ran his thumb back and forth over the other, pinching the taut peak between his index and thumb as he sucked one into his mouth, the subtle scrape of his teeth drawing out a small, strangled sound from you as he nipped at your chest.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him in place.

An involuntary whine slipped past you when he pulled back from your chest with a soft pop, his hot mouth switching to the other, the whole process repeating until you were breathless— gasping incoherent strings of what vaguely sounded like his name, nails raking down the expanse of his broad upper back.

He drew back at last, taking in the picture of you; soft lips parted as you panted, a glistening sheen over your chest, dazed eyes blinking up at him— silently asking for more as they darted between his face and the obvious clothed bulge pressing against your core.

You thought he’d get straight to it, tug down his boxers and give you what he knew you wanted, but it seemed he had a different idea. 

Pulling back between your legs, he lowered himself to your heat slowly, peppering sloppy kisses from your calf down to your inner thighs. When he finally pressed his lips right over your clothed clit, you groaned softly, head sinking back into your pillow.

His tongue peeked out to give your clit a little lick over your panties; warm and slow and wet.

You whimpered, thighs instinctively tightening around his head as you sighed out his name, wanting to melt.

"Katsuki…"

"You're always so pretty, y'know that?" he breathed out before kissing you over the cotton again, watching the damp spot grow darker under the soft amber lamp-light. "Shit drives me fucking crazy."

You drew in a shaky breath, ears burning.

You weren't exactly what you'd call pretty, right now. Your hair was very likely a mess, eyes red and heavy. And up until he had taken it off, all you had on was an old oversized shirt that had seen better days. Your panties weren’t much better; plain, save for the small bow at the center.

But the way he said it still made your heart flutter— as if, despite all of that, you were pretty to him.

You couldn’t gauge how your body looked, what he could see of you, and you were too tired to try and figure it out. But the uncertainty was enough to have you breathing out a small scoff.

"Don't just say that."

The corner of his lip curled back like you had just offended him to the highest degree.

"Y'know I never just say shit." he barked back.

Maybe you had, in a way. Because he really, really didn't. He never said anything he didn't mean when it mattered, especially not to you.

You bit your lip as his finger hooked under the hem of your underwear, his eyes asking you a silent question. 

You nodded slowly, lifting your hips for him. He moved swiftly, slipping off the last piece of fabric shielding you from him.  

He stared down at your bare heat shamelessly. Drank in how your wetness glistened under the soft light, the way your legs twitched slightly as if you were fighting the instinct to close them at his intense, unwavering gaze.

He traced a line down your slit with just a finger, relishing the small sound that drew out of you. His gaze met yours as he parted your folds with two fingers and leaned down, mouth hovering right over your pulsing core.

You watched with shallow breaths, eyes locked with his as he gathered spit in his mouth, letting a hot glob drop slowly onto your pussy. You groaned when he dragged the flat of his tongue over your clit, mixing it with your arousal.

He moaned into you, "Taste so fuckin' good…"

His tongue drew circles around your sensitive nub; so diligent, so thorough.

Like with everything, he gave it his all, didn't quit until he was satisfied. His method tonight was torturous, a slow pace that dragged out each sensation almost unbearably to ease you into that blissed out haze that'd surely knock you out.

He'd barely gotten started, and you were already panting, mind slowly slipping into that pleasure-drunk state.

Your fists curled around the sheets when he sucked your clit softly just to hear your breathy whines, smiling against you as you keened.

Katsuki Bakugou was known for his mouth. Snappy, explosive, unforgiving. It was what had drawn you to him in the first place, how he never held back.

But this mouth was the one only you got to know. Still relentless, unyielding, just a little mean— but it felt like devotion when he lapped at your leaking mess, fingers digging into your plush thighs to keep you in place as you squirmed.

You reached a hand down, let your fingers card through his soft hair before giving it a small tug. That earned you a groan, the deep rumble muffled against your dripping heat.

He licked a long stripe up your slit— wet, sloppy. Piercing eyes watching your face as he found your entrance, fucked you with his tongue before replacing it with two thick fingers, gathering your wetness before slowly pushing them in. 

You groaned as he worked you up to the stretch, pushed them in knuckle deep.

Savoring the stuttering rise and fall of your chest, he slowly started to pump them in and out. Your eyes fluttered shut, head sinking back into your pillow as his fingers filled you up, curling against that familiar spot— a slow, deep pleasure building each time he hit it just right.

You wanted to cave, melt, maybe sob.

You were so close— you could feel it… just a little more…

But… there was this feeling sitting heavy in your chest, winding up tight around your heart.

You made a noticeable attempt to keep your sounds down as your mind began to race again, your focus drifting away from him as a question resounded your head— you should've already finished by now, right?

Katsuki was doing everything right, touching you perfectly, like he always did. He should be done dealing with you. But you hadn't finished yet, he was still going at it.

Your lower lip trembled. Maybe you were too tired, too caught up in your own exhaustion to cum. Whatever it was, something was holding you back. And If you really couldn't finish, then this would all be pointless, wouldn't it? You'd have wasted both of your time for nothing.

Before the worry could fully cloud your head, Katsuki gave your thigh a firm pat.

You looked down with a start; eyes half-lidded, unfocused.

"There you are." He muttered. "Eyes on me, got it? Hell’s the matter?"

Even when he was concerned, his brashness clung to him.

His care was rough around the edges, imperfect, but it was all his intent. He wanted to be careful with you, you could see it in his eyes, how they were just focused and just soft enough for you to detect.

Even if he didn't know exactly how to do it just right, he tried. Because you mattered. You meant something to him.

He lifted his face just enough for you to know you had his attention, stilled his movements and gave your thigh a small squeeze, a silent prompt to tell him what was wrong.

You couldn't look away if you wanted to, even as you felt your eyes sting— not when he was looking at you like that.

You gnawed at your bottom lip; embarrassed, ashamed.

"I can't."

He raised a brow. "Can't what?"

You let out an exasperated breath. 

"Can't… can’t cum. I can't, feel like— I dunno, something's wrong with me, Katsuki, I'm—" 

"Get outta your head." he cut off your babbling sharply. You whimpered when he started moving his fingers again, tongue coming down to drag over your clit at the same time. "Nothing's fuckin' wrong with you. I know you can."

His unshaken confidence in you was enough to draw out a soft groan, but his mouth and fingers working in tandem to build up that tightening warmth inside you again was what had your back arching off the bed, eyes screwing shut as the pressure above your belly wound tighter and tighter. 

That heaviness in your shoulders slowly melted as he picked up the pace, the worry and doubt wrapped tight in your chest loosened and faded steadily, the sweet promise of eventual euphoria taking over your senses.

Quick, shallow breaths escaped your lungs as you brokenly mumbled his name, bucking your hips against his mouth, squeezing around his head with your legs. Your hands found his hair again, pulling without a care as he nearly doubled his efforts.

With a choked out sob, you finally came, the fingers curled in his hair tightening just a bit more one last time before going lax.

You could feel him smiling against your core as you came down; proud, a little cocky, but above all, happy to be lost in the taste of you.

He kissed you through it, mouth unrelenting against your pussy even as your thighs spasmed and trembled, working you down from your orgasm.

With a final kiss over your clit, he finally pulled back, wiping the mixture of his saliva and your slick off the bottom half of his face lazily, like he didn't actually care whether it was there or not.

Shifting, he hovered over you, crimson eyes locking with yours, reading you silently with the same rapt attention he had out on the battlefield.

A light sheen of sweat was cast over his muscled arms at your sides, the highs of his cheeks were flushed a soft pink, spikes of blond hanging messily over his forehead.

"Still with me?"

His voice was gravelly, a smoky rasp. Just a little breathless, but the satisfaction in his eyes told you he'd have it no other way.

You attempted a response, still panting heavily.

"Mhm…"

"Not an answer, baby."

"…Yes. Thank you."

He leaned down to kiss you, you moaned softly at the taste of yourself off of his lips.

Pulling back, he trained his serious eyes on yours. "Don't thank me for that shit."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize either." You managed a snort at how impossible he was being, but he continued. "Feelin' sleepy?" You hummed. "Yeah. A little."

He blinked once, scanning your face. Then grunted. "Not good enough."

"Katsuki, it's okay, you've done enou—"

"I told you, 'm gonna take care of it. Yeah?"

With his hands on the underside of your thighs, he pulled your legs around his waist, his hardened cock pressing over your still-drooling pussy, hot and heavy despite the single layer of fabric between you both.

Your heart picked up again; voice small, airy.

"Yeah…"

"Gonna let me, right?"

You whined. "But I just—"

"I know," he shushed you, slowly moving his hips, grinding himself against you agonizingly. "You can gimme another."

"Mh…”

Your lips pursed, brows pinched.

It could feel nice. It would feel nice.

You had warmed up to the idea, hips lifting just slightly to push against him as he moved, a quiet, nearly imperceptible motion.

He noticed, like he always did, but still, he wanted to draw it out of you.

"C'mon, gotta say it." his voice was a half-tease, low and coaxing, yet that mocking undertone never left. "Can only do it if you say it."

You groaned, embarrassed heat crawling up your neck.

He always did this—made you say it out loud, full-well knowing how it embarrassed you.

It was as though he lived to see you get heated, got something out of watching your lips curl and twitch in your attempts to fight your own discomposure.

"Can give you 'nother," you practically huffed out. "Jus' fuck me, please. Wanna feel you."

He smiled down at you, pleased with himself, and before you could even think to roll your eyes at that smug expression, he began to shuffle out of his boxers, freeing his aching cock.

He brought it to rest right over your pussy as he settled between your legs.

His eyes said look, and you did, took in his thick length, the angry flush of his leaking head, the precum dripping onto your navel.

He wanted you to see just how deep he would go, wanted you to really take it in. 

You felt yourself get wetter, feeling empty at just the sight— he reached just below your belly button. 

"You ready?"

Slowly, he dragged his tip between your folds. You let out a small, choked sound, nodding as your hips involuntarily bucked up to chase more.

"Uh huh. Please, please."

Katsuki’s abs tensed as he finally positioned himself just right, pushing into your tight warmth with gritted teeth, biting back the moan threatening to slip past.

He took his sweet time, going inch by agonizing inch, all the while your chest heaved as he stretched you out, filled the emptiness that had you aching.

When he finally bottomed out, panting, you clenched around him, whimpering slightly.

He let out a guttural sound; something low, ragged, already wrecked.

"Don't…" he breathed, voice cracking slightly. "Don't fuckin' do that."

"Sorry…"

"Told you not to do that either."

With a shaky breath, he began to move. Careful rolls of his hips, a hand splayed over your stomach as he eased himself in deep.

You stuttered out his name as that same hand moved lower, stopping right where your bodies met, the pad of his thumb slowly rubbing your clit. 

His eyes fluttered as he watched your head fall back against your pillow, panting as he eased into a languid rhythm, angling his hips with each thrust in search of that spot.

When he found it, you keened, toes curling, lips parting as you let out a moan.

"Katsuki…" you dragged out the end of his name, practically whining.

He only grunted, something like a strangled whimper managing to slip past his gritted teeth. "Yeah, I know, I fuckin' know…"

He continued to thrust slowly, pull all the way back out before pushing back in, intense scarlet eyes watching your face twist upon each intrusion.

You didn't notice his thumb had been brushing the plush of your lower lip before he tapped it.

"Open."

That was all he said. He knew he didn't need much for you to listen. You looked down at his hand, then back up, parting your lips on command, the pink of your tongue peaking out on instinct.

"There we go…" He murmured, slipping his index and middle finger into your waiting mouth slowly.

The weight of his thick digits settled over your tongue and you groaned, sucking gently.

"You like that?" He asked, watching your mouth work around his fingers softly, voice low.

He already knew you liked it, knew that it lulled you into a fuzzy, brainless haze. But he loved to see you nod back at him; that pliant, sweet look in your half-lidded eyes as you offered him soft 'mhm' around his fingers.

He fought the moan crawling up his throat, instead letting out a tight a chuckle.

"Yeah, I know you do."

When he pulled his fingers back, you whimpered, but didn't get to dwell on it for long.

He moved to cage you down, supporting himself by the forearms, groaning into your ear as he bucked his hips deeper into you, pace noticeably faster.

You threw your head back. It was so good, perfect even. But you still wanted to feel more of him.

"Closer…" You asked, a quiet whine behind your words. "Closer, please, baby. Need you closer, Katsuki…"

Katsuki loved missionary, you knew this. He loved that it meant he could get close, actually see you— watch as your face twisted from being filled by him.

But on nights when close wasn't close enough, he folded you in half, pressed himself impossibly deeper, brought you closer than you thought you could ever feel.

The second he realized what you were asking for, he pushed the backs of your thighs, pressed your knees up by your head.

You hooked your arms around his neck, he kissed the the hinge of your jaw, breathing desperate words against your neck.

“Fuck, I love you.”

You bit back a groan, feeling him trail sloppy kisses down to your collarbone.

“Y’know that, right?”

You were shaking, letting out breathy moans as he began to suck soft marks into your skin, lost in the feeling— the taste— of you.

Your hands slid to hold the back of his neck, pulling him back carefully. Your nose bumped his as you held his face, felt the sharp curve of his jaw in your palms.

You pulled a hand back to find one of his by your head, you laced your fingers with his, gave his hand a soft squeeze before softly pecking his lips.

"I love you," you murmured the words against his mouth before pulling him back feverishly, moaning into the kiss. "I love you so much."

He picked up his pace at those words, fucking into you desperately, "Can't believe you thought I didn't wanna do this shit…" He panted out.

"Always fuckin' want you, don't y'get it?" his voice was already deep. but now— rough from sleep and want, the rasp made you impossibly wetter.

The sound of your creaking bed and the soft slap of skin against skin faded into the background as he leaned down to kiss you, all messy and raw.

"Tell me you get it." the words heaved out of him, hot and breathy, his lidded eyes met yours, the blistering need behind them setting your skin ablaze.

"I get it," you managed, tugging him closer, holding him against your chest. "I get it, Katsuki, please—"

He groaned by your ear, "Fuck, I know. I got you…"

Suddenly, nothing else seemed to matter. Everything that had weighed on your heart— the frustration, the doubt, the unsureness in yourself. it dissolved to nothingness in the back of your mind— because Katsuki Bakugou loved you. You loved him.

You could feel it all around you; he was everywhere, everything. And part of you felt that was all you might ever need.

With a broken sound, you came, burying into the crook of his neck.

He breathed with you for a moment, held you close, heated sweat-slicked skin against yours. He pulled out carefully, gritting his teeth to bite back a groan.

You were caught off guard when he hooked your thighs over his shoulders, leaned down to lap up your spend— his grip was a vice, absolutely not letting go of you— his fervent mouth moving against your sensitive heat to stimulate you past what you thought was bliss.

You nudged at his face half-heartedly, too tired to even whine; shallow, broken sobs heaved out of you as your thighs twitching around his head.

It was too much, you told him as much. At least, you tried to. You weren't sure if he could make anything out of your nonsensical babbling between whimpers, but you were certain he didn't really care.

When your hands found his hair, you twisted the blond tufts in your fists, letting out a final cry as he pushed you over the edge one last time.

He lifted his head back, lingering for a beat, careful eyes taking you in. Your eyes were shut, relishing the aftershock of your own high as your lungs raced to catch onto air, but more importantly: you were completely fucked out.

With a small kiss to your inner thigh, he got up.

"Where're you going…?” you managed between breaths, feeling his presence on your bed go missing, eyes opening just enough to peek at him.

 “Clean underwear. Water."

"Oh."

"Mhm."

You felt like you might pass out in the best way possible. Your eyes were so droopy, but you tried your best to keep them open.

You traced the line of Katsuki's back as he shuffled through your drawers. Something soft and warm branched out from behind your sternum, spread through your body.

Suddenly, you wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms. Feel his body curve against yours.

He uncapped a bottle of water from your dresser and held it out for you, watching intently as you sat up shakily and took careful sips.

You handed it back to him, wiping at your mouth as he moved back onto your bed, tugging on a clean pair of underwear over your legs. 

"You shoulda kept goin' Katsuki…" You tried to sound harsh, scolding. But it came out softer than you wanted. "You didn't… y'know…"

He pulled the blanket over your body and his quietly, settling at your side. You watched as he laid his head to rest on his pillow, taking in the familiar lines of his face.

"Don't care." He flicked your forehead. "Think too much and I might have to fuck you to sleep again."

Your lower lip jutted at that, a small flush settling over your face.

Reaching an arm out, you drew him closer to you. Your heart swelled at the familiarity of his warmth, that longing in you satiated momentarily at the feeling.

Your hand found his jaw, thumb brushing over the unscarred side of his face. You always loved that scar on his right cheek, thought it made him look handsome.

A small smile touched your face as you leaned in to press your lips over it, even though his other cheek was much easier to kiss. You liked to do that whenever you got the chance.

"Hey, Katsuki?" You hummed, brushing some of his hair back.

"What?"

Fondness curled inside your chest at his voice; it came quick because it was soft. Because he had softened himself, for you.

"Thank you."

He blinked back at you before, "Tch." then leaning forward to peck your lips.

"Told you to stop doin' that."

You could only chuckle, letting his large hand find the back of your head, pull you down to cradle you against the warm, solid planes of his chest.

"Sleep."

You yawned, smiling as you pressed your cheek closer against his skin.

"I'll make it up in the morning, 'kay?" You mumbled, the thrum of his heart easing your limbs, his strong arms curled around you tighter. "Promise."

Katsuki snorted softly, running a hand up and down your back, careful and soothing as he tucked you under his chin, adjusting the blanket around you to make sure you were properly warm.

"'M sure you will."

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second smut we up 😈 im still learning how to write ts so this was kiiinda stressful… (overthought a Lot) … but it ok we made it 🥹

im not even a petname bkg truther really so idk why i wrote that in but i did. playing with him like he’s my doll lalala

love me some acts of service solution oriented katsuki who’s soft in his own way ^_^ and i like emotions so this was quite fun to write! soft intimate smut… sighs dreamily

bkg not getting to nut lowk a recurring pattern now tho im dead 😭 (will he ever get to bust? stay tuned)

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✰ working at the mall is pretty much what you’d expect: the same short playlist on repeat, the smell of food court sushi, rivalry with your neighboring alt. stores. but, working with your two best friends is what really makes the job worth keeping. and i mean, anything to pay those student bills right?

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𐬾 bakudeku x coworker! reader

𐬾 genre: smau, crack, slow-burn

⚠︎︎ swearing, suggestive content, talk of depression/anxiety, mentions of weed and alcohol, toxic ex (monoma)

𐬾 a/n: lowkey was inspired by this series here which got me thinking about what it was like back when i worked at hot topic and then i started assigning different characters to different stores in the mall and now here we are

STAFF DIRECTORY - coming soon

ep. 1 ~~ shrek rave

ep. 2 ~~ shrink ray

ep. 3 ~~ …..illuminati

ep. 4 ~~ …..jonas brothers

© please don’t repost or feed my work to ai

taglist: @midnightsunnnnnnn , @themultifandomgirl , @capcryooo

[torrutt]

The guys are so done with their gay shit already... (mina's not included)

На русском

[akizukishu]

💥🥦 argument went little bit too far

[dentarthurdent]

first love

[dxkuuu]

When We’re Older// Izuku & Katsuki

⤷ pairing: Izuku x reader, Katsuki x reader

⤷ genre: angst

⤷ summary: You and Izuku planned to get married when you’re older, but things don’t always turn out the way you want them to.

⤷ word count: 1,625

read part 2 here read part 3 here

You watched from your desk, as your boyfriend leaned against his desk and laughed with her. You had nothing against the brunette. In fact, you had quite a lot of respect for her. But, that didn’t change the fact that she couldn’t keep herself away from Izuku. You were dating the green-haired boy, and you knew she knew that. Everyone knew that. Yet, she continued to flirt with him, and he continued to play her game.

You winced and tried to look away. You felt your heart break, every second that he indulged her in her antics. He promised that he’d love you forever. He promised that you’d both be happy when you were older. He promised that he didn’t want anyone other than you. Each and every promise he made was still fresh in your mind, though you were sure that boy you’d fallen for, had long forgotten.

He’d never cheat on you. You knew that. You hoped that. You thought that. You wanted to hate Uraraka, you really did. But, it wasn’t entirely her fault. Yes, she was constantly throwing herself at him, but he always had the option to stop her. The problem was Izuku because he never did. You continued to watch your boyfriend play dumb to all of the petite girl’s advances.

Your stomach twisted and turned, the more you watched. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away. There were times where you felt like things would be better for both of you if you just let him go so that he could be with Uraraka. But, you never did. As much as it pained you, you weren’t ready to let go of the past. Not if there was any hope that you could still be happy together in the future.

You’d known Izuku since you were children. You’d always protected him when he was getting picked on for being quirkless. One memory you would always cherish, would be when the two of you were six.

You were sitting beside a shimmering river, one evening, twirling a leaf in your hand. Izuku was sitting next to you, but neither of you was saying anything. You were just enjoying each other’s company.

“H-hey y/n-chan?” he muttered timidly.

“Yes, Izu?”

“...I wanna marry you someday.”

“W-what?” your face erupted into a vibrant shade of red. “I-Izuku, y-you can’t just say things like that so randomly!”

“But it’s true, y/n-chan! I want you to be my wife, when we’re older, when I’m the number one hero. Then I’ll be the one protecting you so that you won’t have to always worry about me.”

Deciding you’d had enough, you turned your head to the side, and pulled out a book, hoping to distract yourself. Not that you needed to distract yourself, of course. Because, you had no reason to be jealous of Uraraka, right? Izuku loved you and only you. And, he’d love you forever, right? Because the two of you were going to get married, right?

Unbeknownst to you, a crimson-eyed, blonde boy watched you, feeling the exact same agony as you, when he saw the way you looked at Izuku.

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The bell rang, and class was finally over. The students of class 1A began packing up their belongings so that they could return to their dorms. As you gathered your things, you looked up, expecting to see your boyfriend waiting for you, like he typically did. Instead, you saw him leaving the classroom, with Uraraka. You wanted to confront him. You wanted to tell him how you felt. You wanted to tell him what was bothering you, but you didn’t. Because, what if you were overthinking things? What if you were making a big deal, out of something that was all in your head?

So, you kept quiet. And it came back to bite you. As you headed towards the door of the classroom, you heard someone call out to you.

“Oi, y/n, walk with me back to the dorms.” You turned around and saw Katsuki approaching you. It was more of a demand than a question, but it touched you nonetheless. He was willing to leave his friends, just to walk with you. That was something you doubted your own boyfriend would ever do.

“Oh, sure Kacchan,” was your reply. The two of you made your way back to the dorms in silence, but you both still enjoyed it. As you entered the building, you turned to Katsuki, “Thank you for walking with me Kacchan.” His simple action made you smile brighter than Izuku had made you smile in a very long time.

“Tch, whatever,” he walked off. He hated the way Izuku was treating you, but he didn’t say anything, because you were so happy when you were with the emerald-eyed boy, regardless of how much attention he paid to you. Katsuki had always liked you. He liked the way you wouldn’t let anyone put you down. He liked the way you always stood up to him. He loved how you were never afraid. He loved how you were always so determined and passionate. He loved everything about you, but he knew he could never have you because you were already taken. It made him so angry to see Izuku ignore you, without even realizing it. You both knew Izuku, if he knew what he was doing, he’d surely make up for it. Wouldn’t he?

Katsuki wished you were his, every single day. But he knew that would never happen because you already had your heart set on marrying that damn Deku. ‘Maybe when we’re older,’ he’d always thought to himself, as a kid. He’d always hoped that one day when you were older, you’d realize that he was better than Izuku, and you'd marry him instead. But, that hope was dying more and more by the day.

Over the next couple of weeks, this seemed to turn into a sort of pattern for the three of you. Izuku would ditch you for Uraraka, and Katsuki would leave his friends to walk with you back to the dorms. This wasn’t the only way you started to drift apart from the boy you loved. Soon enough, you stopped sitting with him at lunch and began sitting with Katsuki and his friends instead.

Before you realized it, you were spending barely any time at all with Izuku, and you hated it. It turns out, he’d finally noticed the distance too. You and Katsuki had just returned to Heights Alliance, and you’d walked into your dorm room to begin changing your clothes when your phone went off. You walked over to see who it was and felt your heart drop.

Izu

> We need to talk, can you meet me outside the dorms?

You

Yeah, sure :)) <

You slid your phone into your pocket and left to go meet Izuku outside. When you caught sight of him, you walked over to him and asked, “Is everything alright, honey?”

Izuku sighed, as he led you into the fake city that UA had created. “I just.. We’ve been drifting apart, y/n.”

A gloomy expression crossed your face, “Yeah, I know. I think it’s because-”

“I think it’s because of Kacchan,” he cut you off, which was unusual for him.

“Wait, what?”

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with Kacchan lately, you two have gotten so close, you might as well be his girlfriend instead,” he said with a bitter undertone.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Was he really blaming you? As much as you wanted to yell at him, to scream, and tell him it was his fault for making you his second choice next to Uraraka, you just couldn’t. Part of you still wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe you were spending too much time with Katsuki. Maybe he was right, and you were getting upset for nothing.

You had an internal battle with yourself on what to do, as Izuku’s mesmerizing eyes bore into your own. After what seemed like forever, you managed to croak out, “What about Uraraka?”

Izuku looked at you, confused, “What do you mean?”

“I started spending more time with Kacchan because you were always ditching me for her. This can’t all be my fault Izuku.”

Everything seemed to finally hit Izuku. You were right, he was neglecting you, and giving all his attention to Uraraka. As he let your words sink in, he began to finally realize the depths of everything. He’d stopped spending as much time with you. He’d stopped talking as much with you. He’d stop doing everything he was supposed to do. As a boyfriend, he’d failed you, because most importantly, he realized that somewhere along the way, he’d stopped loving you.

“I’m sorry,” was all he could say.

You kissed his forehead one last time, “I know.”

You turned around and began walking away from him. It was all over, your relationship was entirely over. Tears began to drip down your cheeks, and Izuku didn’t bother calling out to you, as he didn’t want to cause you any more pain. He watched you walk away, with a deep frown etched on his face. After you’d made it a good distance away, you pulled out your phone and searched up a specific contact.

You hated having to bother him with something like this, but you didn’t really have other friends that you were close to. Your finger hovered over the call button before you gave in and clicked it. It rang twice before he picked up.

“What do you want now?” his voice was gruff, though it quickly softened when he heard your quiet whimpers. “Hey, y/n, what’s wrong?”

“Kacchan, Izuku and I broke up.”

[bkdkbkangsteater]

Doodle dump #2

[bearinlaice]

Like imagine best friend bakugo entering your dorm RIGHT after you've had your biggest orgasm ever and he keeps talking to you and asking you questions but you're too into that post orgasm bliss to process anything he's saying, you're just on your bed still looking at the sealing, vibrator still under the covers

- bakugo I'm not gonna lie to you I've just had the biggest orgasm of my life and I'm too fucked up to understand anything you're saying

And bakugo just stands there in complete shock unable to move, tent forming in his pants now that he's noticing one of your tits is out, how you're all blushed and sweaty, and by the way the blanket hits you he can tell you're not wearing panties....

Idk just a thought 🫠

ᝰ.ᐟ cw: suggestive, pwpish, implied masturbation (f), brief sex toy mention, brief flustered attraction, partial nudity, post orgasm, accidental interruption, mutual embarrassment, blunt!fem!reader, best friend!bakugo, bakugo is painfully awkward

oh nonnie, your MIND. i like the way you think. i feel like it would take him a lot to not realize the situation because bkg is nosy — and he notices EVERYTHING. so maybe like he’d be barging into your room ( rather it be you guys are roommates or you guys got to the point where he has a copy of your key ) and he’s just ranting as always because he’s a loser … loser roommate bestfriend bkg — and he’s too caught up in it then it suddenly hits him and he loses his train of thought and he’s like awkward. then he’s embarrassed. like why is HE the one who suddenly doesn’t know where to look !?

let’s envision this, walk with me.

“fuckin’ hate these people !” you hear him grumbling before your door swings open harder than necessary and it’s just katsuki barely even knocking before walking in and already talking as always.

he looks overly irritated — annoyed enough to need an audience as he runs a hand through his spikes with a huff.

“…this dumbass had the nerve to act like it’s my fault because apparently i’m too ‘hard to approach,’ which doesn’t even make sense because if somebody needs somethin’ they can just fuckin’ ask.” he shuts the door behind him with his foot and he keeps talking.

“…like i don’t get why people always do that passive aggressive shit instead of just sayin’ what they feel—”

you suddenly exhale in the middle of his rant, breathless as your chest rises and falls underneath your blanket. the vibrator’s buzzing slowly coming to an end faintly under the covers right against your slick pussy, sending little aftershocks through your post orgasm haze. you look … disgruntled and gone. in a good way, of course.

your skin is all blushed and sweaty, one boob fully exposed where the blanket slipped down, and the way it drapes over your hips makes it obvious you’re not wearing any panties.

katsuki finally falls silent, irritated because usually you would’ve already said something by now, made a face, or you’d interrupt him halfway, huffing out a laugh and calling him a drama king. yet, here you are flat on your back with one arm over your eyes while you shuffle your blanket higher onto your body.

“the hell’s wrong with you ?” he grunts out, raising a brow and all you simply say is, “is it really all that serious ?” you sound exhausted and his brows pull together.

you peak from under your arm, and your eyes move toward him slowly. katsuki looks exactly the same as always, standing there with his arms folded.

his first thought at the moment honestly isn’t what happened. it’s really are you sick. “…are you good ?”

“yes- yeah ?” your voice sounds so … weird and he notices, his expression shifts a bit, he’s more focused now. “…are you sick ?”

you sigh wishing he’d just get out already, “…no.”

he stands there for a second longer before clicking his tongue. “…did somebody say something ?” you then laugh a little at that and it comes out dry, causing his face to twist. “why’re you laughin’ …?”

your head turns slowly as you lift your arm slightly off of your eyes. then your voice comes out weirdly delayed, “…kats.”

“…yeah ?”

you stare at him for a second then scoff, sitting up slowly. “i’m not even gonna lie to you,” he waits and you swallow. “i … just had the biggest orgasm of my life and i dunno what you’re saying.”

katsuki then falls silent, complete, absolute, silent and his face goes blank.

there’s this horrible stretch of time where he becomes painfully aware that maybe he should not be in here right now, not even realizing the tent forming in his sweats as his eyes finally drag over your blushed sweaty skin, the silhouette of your tit, and the way the blanket falls against your hips, showing a hint that you’ve got nothing on underneath.

his dick then twitches hard in his pants (un)fortunately at the sight.

he really can’t help himself — the way his gaze stays on you, his dick thickening by the second and pushing against the fabric even more despite himself, how perverted of him ? and then his eyes finally snap to the wall.

you blink slowly, pulling up the blanket a lil more. “can you like … g-get out ?”

his mouth opens and closes as he turns toward your door as if he’s in time out. “are you serious ?” he groans, deeply embarrassed.

“well yes !” you huff out, sitting up slightly, “i didn’t know you were coming !”

katsuki then has the nerve to grimace, “…w-why the fuck would you tell me that !?”

“…because you asked ? and i thought you should know …”

he squints at your response, still standing there trying to remember why he even came in. his brain is really truly buffering. “…okay, cool,” he utters out awkwardly then pauses, “…good for you.”

he still doesn’t move despite himself because now leaving feels weird but staying feels just as bad and you just stare at him before mumbling, “…what were you even talking about ?”

katsuki continues to stare at the door. “i …i don’t remember,” the room goes quiet for a second before he points aggressively toward the door without turning around to glance back at you, “y’know, normal people lock their doors.”

you glare at him and roll your eyes, a slight pout appearing on your lips. “…you never knock anyways.”

“that’s not the point.” he grunts and adjusts his pants before he reaches for the handle as he hears you basically growl, waddling out before you can throw something at him while yelling at him to get out.

and then he goes to deal with his situation in his roooom, yay !

if you’re roommates you’d probably hear groaning coming from his room …

[bkdkwfu]

studying for the ptcb exam is actually the worst