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lokissweater

miss pretty

{single dad!katsuki bakugo x kindergarten teacher f!reader}

summary: katsuki bakugo has never liked mess and always made sure his son and his life reflected just that. with years worth of a sparkling clean and organized home, toys put away and not once scattered about, and a barking knack over any calls of disorder in his life— meeting you, his sons sweet and sugary kindergarten teacher who was the definition of pure and who was for some reason turning his fiery heart into complete goo— was altering his boring strict cycles of no messes around… and for the better.

warnings: cursing, FLUFFF GALORE MY GAWD??, no smut but a lil steamy something, slight angst, afab!reader, katsuki thinks you are an ANGEL, sunshine x grumpy trope, mentions of abandonment, WHOLESOME AFFF, use of y/n, all characters are aged up.

word count: 11.4k

authors note: THIS MAKES ME WANT TO BE A MOTHERRRRR omg this one is sickeningly sweet and i’ve gotten a few requests to do sunshine x grumpy with sir katsuki and i WAS ALLL OVERRR ITTT i hope i fulfilled!!! <333 THANK YOU THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR ALL OF YOU BEING SOOO SWEETT TO MEEE I LOVE YOUUUU MWAAAHHH :] <33333

katsuki bakugo hated messes.

“oi!” he grunted, his son’s little head turning to look at him as he munched on his gummy fruit snacks from the backseat. “you better not leave that wrapper in here. take it outside with you when i drop you off.”

“kaaayyy!” his son dragged out happily, completely unphased by his dads snappy personality as he contemplated on which color fruit gummy to eat next.

“and wash your hands too. ask your teacher.”

“mhm!” he chirped.

“and don’t be a brat. pay attention.”

“yup yup!”

and for the most part, his life reflected that almost entirely— raising his son to always clean up after himself and not make bombastic huge messes around the house, begrudgingly understanding that he’s a small growing human, that a little spill of apple juice or two is basically guaranteed… but he just hated mess, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t raise his son right to be a clean and organized man even at five years old— katsuki keeping everything in his life practically spotless.

that was of course, until he met you.

kunareads

tread carefully

bestfriend!choso x reader

masterlist

wc: 4.4k

a/n: was missing my baby boy and ended up with this. it's nothing crazy but i love it lol

content: bestfriend!choso, they're drinking, friends to lovers, face sitting, raw sex, praise, they're so soft for each other

18+ please <3

you’re both tipsy. or maybe more than tipsy.

it’s hard to tell with choso—he always looks serious, always sounds deadpan, even after multiple glasses of something you can’t pronounce. even buzzed, he’s composed in a way that would be annoying if you didn’t find it sort of… hot.

right now, he’s slouched on his carpet with his back against the couch, head tilted back, eyes a little too shiny to be sober.

you’re sprawled out on the floor in front of him, giggling to yourself at something stupid he said five minutes ago—he hadn’t meant it to be funny, which only made it worse—when he speaks.

“you know what would be really good right now?”

you blink. “water?”

he frowns. “no.”

“a nap?”

“no.”

you grin. “more wine?”

he blinks at you. “tempting.”

you giggle. “okay, enlighten me.”

he stares at you for a beat. then with the kind of low, serious sincerity generally reserved for life-or-death situations:

“sit on my face.”

you go silent. what the fuck did he say?

lokissweater

miss pretty

{single dad!katsuki bakugo x kindergarten teacher f!reader}

word count: 11.4k

katsuki bakugo hated messes.

“kaaayyy!” his son dragged out happily, completely unphased by his dads snappy personality as he contemplated on which color fruit gummy to eat next.

“and wash your hands too. ask your teacher.”

“mhm!” he chirped.

“and don’t be a brat. pay attention.”

“yup yup!”

that was of course, until he met you.

dekuneho

needy ☆ ( prohero!katsuki x fem!reader ) mdni | 18+ — katsuki's kink is probably you asking for it; katsuki has a filthy mouth im sorryyy 1.7k

You're usually not the first to initiate this. Sex. Katsuki doesn't worry about failing to get what he wants, not like how you are right now. He's vociferous — "Can I fuck you, baby?" and you'd melt against him so easily because you fell for Bakugou Katsuki for that reason.

You can't do that. You don't know how to approach him with the same effortlessness and not get swallowed up whole by the urge to flee before you can even get a word out. It's not for the fear of rejection but for how bare you'd be asking for it. Sex.

Katsuki, of course, notices your restlessness for the entire evening. He doesn't say anything about it at first, not even while you eat together and you can't seem to meet him in the eyes, or how you don't join him in the shower unlike always, or even how you sit on the edge of the bed like there's steam blowing out your ears.

"Spit it out," Katsuki says, his back pressed against the headboard. "Look at me."

You clutch at your chest, bringing attention to the unsteady thumping of your heartbeat. You rip your gaze off the floor and instead gravitate to Katsuki's biceps bulging from the press against his chest.

You swallow a pathetic noise, reminded of what exactly you've been needing from your boyfriend.

yunymphs

droppin this . . . did yall miss me !!!

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔… hates it when you cry.

glistening, chunky tears that stream down your soft cheeks. he hears the little sniffle that indicates a bigger sob brewing underneath the surface, tears bubbling to your eyes and he's already whispering soft "no, no, no, no no..." as if he can plead the tears away... plead the pain away. when you cry, any sort of teasing or sarcastic remarks is washed from his handsome expression, and your lover immediately takes you into his arms in an attempt to ease your cries.

it hurts you, and it hurts him too.

gojo has always been like this, but when you cry during sex—

its all different.

he has you in his arms for a different reason tonight. gojo's weight pushing your body into the mattress of the bed as he shamelessly hits it from the back. fuck, the two of you have been at it like rabbits for the past four hours. every time you think you're done, gojo finds a new way your body stretches for him. he eases himself inside of your gummy walls, lips hissing the most heinous words into the hot shell of your ear.

he's got you in a head lock. your nose is pressed into the meaty muscle of his forearm, strong bicep supporting you so you don't entirely collapse as his hips rut into your own. you can't help crying out, lip quivering and brain entirely rotted with how fucking good he fucks you.

"f-fuck..." he chokes out. "you cryin' again?"

but truth be told, he isn't mad. he isn't mad at all or sad.

the sight of you crying simply makes him wanna fuck the tears right out of your body.

"mmh... s-sorry—" you wail, a sloppy line of spit falling between your lips onto his hot skin. "'ts not my fault you're s-so big...! agh!"

"oho, so it's my fault now?" he chuckles deeply, slowing his pace.

snowy white pubes brush against your thigh, a hard vein cruelly swiping itself against the plush of your cunt. he's so mean.

it's nasty, but he loves it. in any other scenario, the sight of you crying would break his heart... but witnessing your tears in bed only makes him eager to fill your guts and fuck a baby right into the tummy bulge he gives you.

"fuuuck... 'm gonna cum again," gojo chuckles, almost as if he's amused with his own intense sex drive. "gonna cum in ya. finally gonna give you that baby you want."

"pl... please...!"

"now stop your cryin', 'kay?"

you nod, a strangled "mmhmmm..." into his skin, panting against his forearm.

his hips click into yours once more, finally spilling his milky white seed into the heaven between your thighs. your vision goes entirely black as you come down with him, flopping onto the cushions with a face entirely soaked in an aftermath of drool and tears. gojo pulls out and nearly collapses on top of you, head tucked into your neck. the only sound that fills the room is a symphony of labored breaths and the raindrops pattering against the window.

after a moment of silence, he speaks.

"are you okay?" gojo asks softly, tone changing entirely. you giggle at his duality— this is the same man who was trying to fuck a baby into your guts five seconds ago.

a slender hand comes up to wipe at your wet face. he doesn't care of your remnants of mascara dirty his fingers; he'll clean it later.

"yeah, 'm fine. thank you..." you reply quietly, shifting so that intense sex can slowly turn into a quiet cuddle session. gojo holds you like that and stares up at the ceiling, angelic eyelashes fluttering with a tired exhale.

"i get scared i'm hurtin' you whenever you cry, you know that?"

"i promise it's not like that..." you urge, and he presses a kiss to your forehead.

"you promise?"

"promise."

and he knows its just an instinct. you happen to be a crybaby, and that's completely fine with him. he prefers that anyways.

"fuck."

"what?" you perk up.

"my dick is hard again."

lxnarphase

can i get a uhhhhh smut where reader wont stop running from tojis dick and he has to manhandle them into being still :3 !!!

take it...real slow ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

☾₊‧⁺...cw : toji fushiguro x fem!reader, smut, penetrative sex, dirty talk, rough sex, husband!toji, toji being whipped for his wife, toji being super sweet but filthy at the time same, toji calls you 'ma' and 'mama'

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : i love love looove the 'don't run away from it' with toji, i have to fight the urge from including it in every single work of mine ❤︎ but have a little blurbie of toji being a big bully that loves his wife who swears she can take the dick as i try to get back into the flow of writing !!

f. toji knows it's big, he knows it so well. he takes him time to prep you each and every time, his thick fingers rubbing slow circles into your clit to build you pleasure, getting you nice and wet. he loves when you keen his name when he slips them inside. groaning when you gush on his fingers.

"fuck, baby, you're drippin'," he murmurs, mouthing at your neck. "all hot and sticky just for me? tsk...had you like this all day, yeah?" when you nod, he just chuckles, kissing right behind your ear. poor thing, having to work all day with your pretty cunt dripping like this. but he knew it was his fault, having woken you up with his mouth glued to your pussy. the feeling of his tongue running through your folds. but of course, he didn't let you cum, no, toji wanted you to be needy for him until you came home.

"you're doin' so good for me, mama. gonna be a good wifey for me and let me give you what you need?"

leaning over you, toji cages you in with his arms, waiting for you to focus on him. "look at me, doll," he gently commands. his hand cups your cheek, giving soft little slaps that have you giggling as you turn to nip at his fingers. "there she is," he so so sweetly coos at you, but that smirk he gives you is mean. "such a pretty little thing, aren't ya?"

pushing up one of your thighs, toji rubs the swollen head of his thick cock against your slick folds, teasing at your entrance. you look so pretty, so cute, all his...but he knows what's going to happen the second he presses into you, and the thought makes him throb. "jus' relax, mama, 'm gonna make it good for you," he hums, pushing his tip into your cunt.

as he pushes deeper, he leans closer to whisper to you, his breathe hot against your ear. "you gonna run from it again, baby? like you always do? or you gonna be good for me this time?" you swear up and down you don't run away, that you take it because you love it, glaring up at him but that defiant look is wiped off your face the instant he feels that you've completely relaxed, sliding aaaall the way in.

"tojiiiiii, y-you can't just push, mn, in like that...you're so mean!"

"mm...nuh uh," he teases, an almost evil grin on his face as you gaped at his childish response. toji can feel that you need him, he knows you just desperately need to be fucked into the mattress...so of course he's gonna give his pretty wife just what she needs.

his hands hold you in place as he thrusts into you with force, a predatory glint in his eyes as he coos your name. he just started and your eyes are already starting to roll back, crying out his name as thanks for finally, finally fucking you like you needed it. each time he pressed in you could feel his hot tip smushing against your cervix.

"always sayin' 'it's too much, it's too much,' but look at you," he mocks, not allowing you to wiggle up the bed and away from him. no, no, you need this, you need it so bad, the way your pussy is sucking him in, milking his cock. this was the best away to make you take it, to have you trapped under him unable to move away from his fat cock abusing your insides.

"nothin' 's too good for ya, mama, nah, you deserve every. fuckin'. inch."

even thought he's got you trapped like this, you still start to move, trying to angle your hips away from each hard thrust into you. "doll," he growls, grabbing your chin to make you look at him. he was actually starting to get sick of it...why wouldn't you be good and take it for him? did you need him to be mean?

"it's like you want me to fuckin' manhandle you t'' stay still. fuckin' slut needs her husband to treat her like a toy?"

one look into your eyes made toji snap. all he could see was that silent answer of 'yes' in your eyes.

"oh. oh. oh, you do, you do, don't you? yeah? ohhh, baby girl, you poor poor thing, just needed your big bad toji t' use you like a fleshlight," he groans, coming down to support himself on his forearms as he began to pound into your messy cunt, laughing breathlessly when you practically sobbed.

"'m not lettin' you run away, mama," toji grunts, his eyes squeezed shut. "mmph, i'm gonna pump this little pussy full of my cum, gonna mark up those insides. yeah, you want that? huh? ooh, i know ya do, pretty thing."

"h-hu-ooh, babyy," you whine, eyes barely focusing on his face. your hands are gripping his hair and you realize now you really can't move away. his subtle repositioning has your hips a little off the bed. he's so deep, he's stretching you do good, you don't know why you'd wanna run away from it, you really don't, it's just too good, you feel like your going to explode--

"look at you now, mama," he praises. "fuck, can't run from it anymore? c'mon, doll, i'm gonna teach you t' take it. mmh, not lettin' you run anymore, gonna teach this pussy t' take every thing i give t' it, baby girl, 'm done lettin' you get away from me."

7starlite7

read it …NOW 🔪

shaguro-deactivated20250412

— hey professor! | kento n.

in which nanami just can’t stop thinking about the cute professor down the hall. contains: librarian!nanami x fem professor!reader. (smut with a lil plot. nanami’s a bit of a perv. masturbation, teasing, blowjob, exhibitionism.) w.c: 1.8k. a/n: i hope you enjoy it jazz! 🩷

another late night in the library, another night spent with you on his mind.

nanami was never one to mix business with pleasure. you’re his coworker. the pretty professor two classrooms down from the library. always friendly and pleasant with the brightest smile on your face — nanami’s crush grew with each fleeting interaction you shared. he found himself looking forward to your weekly visits to the library, but ultimately settled with admiring you from afar.

it’s always on nights like these that his mind wanders and the thoughts are anything but innocent. nanami had finished all his daily tasks hours prior, opting to spend the last hour of his shift relaxing. the library was empty, as it should be on a friday night. he was more than thankful for the silence, leaning back in his rotating chair, eyes slowly closing.

it was the perfect atmosphere to fully immerse himself in you.

shaguro-deactivated20250412

sugardaddy!nanami brainrot because i'm in love with him.

sugardaddy!nanami who doesn’t make sex a requirement in your agreement. it may seem odd but nanami just wants your company. you’re so beautiful, more precious than the expensive, dazzling jewels he’d gift you. more important than those business meetings, he’d leave in a heartbeat to hear your voice. and for a while, he was content with this.

any urges he had would be disregarded. he’s a gentleman, after all. he’s not an animal, he can control himself. that’s what he was telling himself when you’re on one of your weekly dates and you have on that fucking sundress. it’s tight, molds your body perfectly, so naturally nanami’s eyes are trained on the way your ass jiggles against the thin fabric. he takes a sharp breath in when you bend over and he swears he sees your bare skin — god, do you even have panties on? you fucking minx, you’re tempting him. you’re doing it on purpose and it’s working.

it took everything out of him to keep his composure, to ease the boner straining his slacks until he just thinks, fuck it. he has you laid out on the leather seats of his car with your legs spread, wet pussy on full display for him and he’s nestled comfortably between them, ready to devour you. “you know what you were doing, sweetheart..” he’s kissing your inner thighs, hurried and uncoordinated. “this isn’t part of our agreement but i just can’t wait anymore. it seems like you can’t either...” he rasps, peering at you through his long lashes. his eyes were wild and hungry, so unlike him. it’s like you had awoken something within the blonde man and he was in too deep now, there was no stopping it. “i’ve been dying to taste you... so lie back like a good girl and let me eat.”

chastiefoul

0:56 a.m. | nanami kento

0.6k words

“kento,” you whispered into the silence of the night and the dimmed lights on your room. It’s been way past midnight and you hadn’t been able to sleep, contrary to your boyfriend who’s lying beside you—his breath steady and calm.

when your voice didn’t budge him out of his slumber you tried once more.

“kento.” this time a little louder.

he then muttered an inaudible word, still closing his eyes. his hand wandered though, tightening his hold around the back of your shoulder; bringing you close to his chest. better, but the gesture was not enough for you who’s not feeling even a little sleepy, as mischief ideas filled your head.

third time’s a charm, they said. so you called him once more.

this time it finally did something as he hummed a reply, his free hand rubbed your side in a calming pattern, his hand went underneath your shirt that’s all rode up. he settled his grip just an inch under your chest, his thumb slowly moved up and down. “that tickles,” you said as you put a hand over his, refraining his little movement. Although, you’re sure he could hear the smile on your voice.

he finally opened his eyes as he gave you a lazy little smile and you swore you didn’t remember seeing anything more gorgeous than that. “why aren’t you asleep, hm?” his voice a tone heavier than usual, a tad husky as it laced deep with sleep. “i can’t sleep,” you whispered, like telling a secret to your best friends in a slumber party. “right. so i don’t get to either, yeah?” he replied, a smile on his face; and it’s only fondness shine across his feature.

“i mean, i understand if the old man needs his sleep even though tomorrow’s weekend. so by all means,” you said playfully, and that earned a deep chuckle from him. “don’t tease, who said we should have an early night today?” he raised an eyebrow, and for such a calm sleeper he now couldn’t stop his wandering hand as he’s diligent on giving you back-scratches—not that you’re complaining. “yes, but that was before my confidence in being able to fall asleep crumbled right before my eyes,” you claimed, feigning a serious tone. “i see, my mistake.” his eyes narrowed affectionately and you had a feeling you could say the dumbest excuse and he’d let you get away with anything.

you felt the need to sit up and do something but before you could even do that he held you down gently. “none of that, you’ll feel even more restless, love.” you couldn’t even protest at that since you knew he’s always right. “then what do you suggest we do now?”

“it’s a we problem now, hm?” he stared at you in amusement, knowing who dragged him into the sleepless night as well was none other than you. “is that a complaint i hear?” you threw him a questioning look. “it’s excitement, of course.” he laughed softly as he stroke your hair ever-so-gently.

“i should just start rambling maybe it’ll get me tired,” you said randomly and he just nodded without offering any question. “sure, i’m listening.” his hand didn’t stop moving. “where should i start?” you asked, relying on his answer. And of course it came easy for the man who seemed like he knew all the right words. “start anywhere, love. you could repeat anything, skipped over some words, or even tell it backwards and i’ll be here to point it out,” he said lovingly.

and you don’t know if it’s just his power you didn’t know about but it’s not even ten minutes after you started talking and as he kept doing the little gesture you could feel the sleepiness coming, welcoming you to one of your best slumber in a while.

idk how it took me this long to write this man. i love him so much.

yuwuta

friends with benefits with nanami wouldn’t work because he would think you deserve better. you think your arrangement is going well, kento has never complained before, and you’re certainly more than satisfied in bed. he’s handsome, strong, kind, generous with aftercare, and really fucking good with his mouth, so there are no complaints on your end. which is why it’s such a surprise to you when kento confesses that he doesn’t like the way he’s been treating you, and no matter how much you insist that it’s fine, and reassure him that he treats you more than well enough, he refuses.

“but kento, i’m okay with this,” you attempt to convince him that hooking up is enough—he doesn’t need to feel like he has to do more for you, “you’re good to me, and not just in bed. please don’t feel like you owe me more.”

“you deserve something proper,” he’s adamant, shaking his head, “you deserve more than convenient sex.”

“but what if this is all i want?” you can’t help but to tease him. he looks awfully cute with his arms crossed, respectful refusal written all over his face, “i think eating me out on a weekly basis is quite enough, it would just be greedy for me to ask for more, don’t you think?”

your jokes don’t amuse him, but his expression keeps you giggling. still, nanami sighs, and grumbles, “you should want more. it’s not greedy.”

“kento, if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you’re telling me to raise my standards.”

osaemu

@kentopedia 🤍

dyeher

Warnings| slight size kink, slight cervix fucking, mirror sex.

“You’ve never had anyone this deep,” Katsuki muses. You assume he must have deduced this from your expression. From what you can make of it through your blurry vision, you look stunned. Disbelieving of how far inside you his cock is lodged.

thesorinshow-deactivated2024012

GOLDEN┊all it takes is a messy breakup for the it couple on campus to be no more. the entire student body is surely talking about how pathetic you are but no worries, you’ll find an outlet to channel that frustration. how does the saying go? if he breaks your heart, fuck his best friend. or his older brother. that works, too.

content: frat boy!gojo x female!reader, college au, smut, angst, terms used (baby, princess, sweetheart, little girl, bitch), cunnilingus, rough sex, squirting, semi-public, hate-fucking, cum eating, named ex (gojo seiji), almost caught. word count: 5k

every school has its golden couple. we all know them well. they’re the pair that will stay together all through college, eventually get married, and live happily ever after with their large number of children and white picket fence. you’ve seen them in the courtyard with their hands clasped together in a perfect fit. you've seen them in your classes, effortlessly answering questions while sliding each other knowing looks. and, you've definitely seen them at all the parties, their equally as nauseating friend group fawning over their relationship.

lvmimis

"don't make fun of me but..." you start, which already puts you at a loss as your friend looks up from her book, then stifles a laugh once she catches your exasperated expression. you trail off, deciding not to say more, then rub your temples, and she pouts.

"keep going," she insists. by now she's closed her book and is taking a few notes in a notebook, legs cross-legged on the bench as she sits beside you. you're out in the park, per her request for you to get at least an hour of sun all day, and the sun really is overhead beating, but the shade does provide you some solace. there are a few children playing on a jungle gym across from where the two of you are facing, but you're not really paying too much mind to them - rather, you're thinking about your roommate and the fact that he's been acting strange.

you sigh.

"i'm not exactly sure what the best way to say it is," you start.

"then say it however you can," she says. she takes a sip of her lemonade and you remember that you have a drink too, a peach tea without boba, and reach for yours to buy yourself some time. the condensation of the plastic cup almost makes it slip out of your hand. a lot of things are slipping between your fingers recently, you think.

"does uh..."

"yeah..."

you swallow hard then go ahead.

"is kento seeing someone?"

you pause and she pauses and then she laughs so loud and recklessly that you want to blame satoru for influencing her. she doubles over cackling and you fume, crossing your arms, but you deserve to be made fun of a bit.

"since when do you care what he does?" she asks. "also don't you live together? just ask him."

you purse your lips.

"if i ask, it has the implication that i'm interested."

"and are you not?" she asks.

the question shouldn't take you off guard, it's the natural course of this type of conversation, but you can feel your cheeks warm.

"if i didn't like him back in high school, why would i like him now?"

she gives you a look and shrugs, and in the look, you recount nearly her entire history with gojo. it's a very loud look and you look away.

"anyway, ken hasn't said anything to me, if that helps." she leans in further as you absorb that information and process why it even bothered you enough to ask. "did you hear anything? do you want to be that person? i can help, you know. i would do an excellent job at selling your good points."

you roll your eyes.

"we didn't meet yesterday so it's not like he doesn't know me. actually, the issue is that our walls are thin. i'm hearing... things."

she blinks.

"what do you mean things?"

your face warms again.

"i've overheard him, a few times... i'm just not sure if he's sexting or what... since it's all of a sudden."

she freezes for a moment, and you're reminded of how cute and innocent-looking she is with doe eyes and round cheeks, but the next thing that comes out of her mouth is far too crass.

"a man is allowing himself a well-deserved nut after a hard day of work and you're being insecure about it?"

"shh! not so loud!!" you hiss, your heart feeling like it will stop as you look around the area to make sure no kids overheard. her eyes twinkle as she leans him.

"if you're so concerned, then take care of him yourself!"

"___!"

"you don't have to be a thing, you can stay friends, but clearly you want to, unless you wouldn't be here pressing your knees together in public and asking me about it."

you blink, dumbfounded, but she's right.

perhaps.

you give it a little more thought on your way home, and when you stumble into him on your way back in the hallway, an unintentional dance to the left and to the right before he stops and allows you to step around him, you try to stop thinking about last night's moans and/or how he'd feel inside you.

“you’re a killer and im your best friend / I think it’s unfair, your situation” satosugu

#satosugu #satoru #suguru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo #gojo satoru #geto suguru

thesorinshow-deactivated2024012

ACCIDENTALLY ON PURPOSE┊ despite what’s written on the bathroom stalls, twenty-three year old gojo satoru, is a virgin. this was a well kept secret until he made a drunken social media post spilling his dirty laundry. worried about his standing in the university hierarchy — satoru turns to you, his oldest friend, to save his social life. how? by taking his virginity, of course.

content: a college au, angst if you squint, smut and fluff. gojo being an oblivious dork, afab!reader x gojo satoru, piv sex, fingering, cunnilingus, a brief conversation regarding consent, no power dynamics, reader is called (hot, baby, sweatheart, is shorter than gojo.) all lowercase. word count: 10k

satoru guesses it is nearly five in the morning when his phone chimes three times in quick succession. he immediately regrets choosing a quacking duck as his notification tone, waking with a start and banging the top of his head against his coffee table.

chargeeboltz

hair flutters lightly by your ears as you sit, passenger side. shotgun was your call, everyone knew better than to disagree as far as bakugo katsuki was driving. it had been this way for some time now, all your friends from UA sticking together on the outside. out of them all, you had never gotten quite as close to bakugo as you may have liked, although your strong connections with the others meant that you were a constant in the group.

despite this, you always seemed to rank pretty highly in bakugo’s opinion. he always let you sit shotgun, always shared his food or drink with you, made sure your voice was heard. the last one is a particularly impressive feat - his friends are loud, and sometimes maybe don’t pick up on certain social cues.

today is no different, the drive is peaceful despite the constant chatter from the trio in the back. kirishima, denki and sero are almost shouting as they debate their favourite patrol places. bakugo is focused on the drive, and you’re leaning your head just slightly out of the window, letting the wind cool your skin. the weather is wonderful, sun beating down on your face and causing you to squint your eyes slightly, view blurring as you speed through roads. it’s the reason for the excursion - a beach day to commemorate the first days of summer.

the white noise of the passengers gets a little quieter, though you don’t pick up on it initially. bakugo leans towards you to speak, eyes still focused on the road.

“what’s your favourite patrol spot?” he asks, voice noncommittal. he almost doesn’t expect you to answer, his embarrassment slowly increasing as you take time to think about his words, honeyed in your ears.

you open your mouth to speak, and bakugo turns to look at you, catching your gaze for a second before he grins and refocuses his attention. “down by the pond, gives me a nice space to think when I’m not stopping attempted kidnappings,”

he hums a little, letting your words linger in the air. a second passes, and he nods.

“I like it down by UA,” he doesn’t elaborate, but you’re sure you don’t need him to. it’s obvious bakugo misses his school days, they gave him an opportunity to speak to his friends without needing a real reason. from what you’ve heard, bakugo katsuki misses his friends so dearly that he forces excuses to visit them. kirishima has text you many times to tell you his ridiculous excuses for visits, ranging from ‘being in the area’ to ‘left a drink here last time i came, wondered if you still had it’. each of the tales had brought a smile to your face, and recalling them here brings another one.

“what’s funny?” his voice cuts through your thoughts, and you pull your head back into the car to face him, angling yourself towards him with knees pointing to the console.

“you like it by UA because you see so many people you know, without having to actually seek them out, right?”

his breath catches, all of the white noise stops at once, and you feel overexposed, like a spotlight is shining down on the pair of you.

bakugo speaks after a tense silence, but his voice holds none of the tension so palpable in their environment.

“yeah. it’s.. it’s good memories,”

you smile at him, dimpled cheeks plump and glowing, and it’s all it takes for bakugo to resign himself to his fate. it takes a little, but with shocked glances towards kirishima and sero, denki manages to resume the conversation in the back of the car, despite his burning desire to know what just went down.

the scenery blurs as you zone out, your mind firmly focused on reliving your own high school memories, especially those concerning the driver of the car.

you remember training alongside him, no words shared, only glances of concern as one of you connects too hard with the other. no matter how hard you were hit, neither of you would admit defeat, both of you bringing your dirtiest tactics. fun turned sour one day, when he finally spoke up during a sparring session.

“god, i could punch a wall and have it be more rewarding than this,” he says, voice completely cool. he says it like he’s just standing doing nothing, not half an hour into an intense sparring match. your brows furrow, your next hit a little harder than you had been intending.

“are you holding back or are you just this fucking stupid?”

he may as well have slapped you, because the way you react is one of retaliation. your next punch is low, a firm fist hitting him square in the kidney. you hear him react before you see it, a choked gasp first, and a shocked expression second. his eyes change, they darken, and his lips curl in a snarl.

from then on, every single shot you two exchanged was harsh, and you were aiming to hurt. hurt they did, and it was from that day the two of you started to spar with quirks. days were spent together nursing each other’s wounds, hours spent bitching about how many bruises you had. there had been a point in time when his hands had soothed the same aches they inflicted, massaging the tension from your shoulders. occasionally, wound so tight that the very hands aiming to alleviate the aches were leaving purpled marks behind, the only indication that bakugo katsuki could be soft.

he never looked at you any different. no one could tell that the two of you spent hours together behind closed doors. no one knew, the pair of you barely exchanged glances outside of conversations with your shared friends. nothing at all changed, until one of his shots connected with your jaw and you tumbled like a puppet with strings cut.

after that day, he had never laid a singular finger on you again. not to spar, not to soothe your pains, not even in passing. it had been that way since, and was still that way to this day.

at least, until now. there's a hand on your cheek, and you startle at the contact, the scent of burnt sugar reaching your nose before your brain truly processes who is touching you.

"you good?" he asks, one hand gripping the steering wheel as the other drops to rest on the stick. words fail you, and you just nod dumbly as you shake yourself back into reality. your skin burns, little pinpricks where bakugo's hand rested, but you do nothing to give away your mild discomfort.

"mhm, just got in my head," you smile in his direction, looking at him for a split second before you turn back to stare out of the window, eyes stinging as you force the gaze. a split second was too long, it turns out, because the concern on bakugo's face burns onto your retinas, there even when you close them.

it doesn't take much longer for the journey to be complete, your destination somewhere straight out of your imagination. the beach seems to stretch for hours, the water sparkling as the sun begins to set. it's nothing like you expected when bakugo had told you he 'knew a spot', but the little pit with charred wood seems to insinuate his plans. he's last out of the car, following you down to the edge of the water, with denki, sero and kirishima already halfway to their knees in the ocean.

there's a smile on your face, one you don't even realise you have before bakugo cuts into your thoughts yet again. "like it?" he asks, looking over at you with an emotion in his eyes you can't quite pinpoint.

"yeah, it's really beautiful!" you grin, dropping your bag down in the sand, reaching to it for your towel to sit on. you don't really get a chance, because he beats you to it, plopping down and taking your hand, calloused fingers lacing through yours as he tugs you down beside him.

"good. i didn't really know if you liked the ocean. never really seen you around water," he admits, deliberately not meeting your eyes. it's killing him to admit he doesn't know something, but you're not surprised, you did have a tendency to avoid water around UA.

"it's not that i don't like water, it's that mineta did, and i wanted to stay as far as physically possible from anything he was near," you laugh, looking down at your entwined fingers and marvelling at how big his hand is in comparison to yours. he follows your gaze, swallowing before he responds.

his face is calm, but he's still wearing that emotion you can't pinpoint. "that's fair, i wish he hadn't have ruined so much, i would have outswam you anyday," he hums, like it's nothing, when in reality it's probably high up on the list of nicest things bakugo has ever said.

you turn to him, smiling a little, and nod. "sure you would have. same way you said you'd be better at punching walls?" you grin, and he just scoffs, squeezing your hand gently.

"you'd never punch a wall unless you missed a shot on me, but then again that happened often enough,"

the banter is easy, the jokes flow fast, and the quips are just as brutal as they've always been. it doesn't take long for things to get mildly personal, as they always do where katsuki is concerned.

"you were better at dating shitty boys that only wanted one thing," he teases, and you swat at his chest lightly, with your free hand.

"and you were better at not dating! check and mate!" you laugh, waving your finger in his face triumphantly. he follows it with his eyes, and there's a second where you consider that maybe you went too far. almost as soon as that thought enters your head, he reacts, reaching up and grabbing your free hand with his other, thumb and pointer finger encapsulating your wrist effortlessly.

"i was better at knowing what i wanted." he says, like it's such an obvious thing to say. "at least, when i realised,"

your brow twists in confusion, and bakugo commits your perplexed face to memory there and then, amused at the expression. "what, number one?" you ask, tilting your head.

unconscious movement takes hold, and bakugo mirrors you, tilting his head too. "nah. didn't mean in that aspect, i meant in the dating scene,"

he lowers your hands, letting go of your wrist when he's convinced you're not going to swat at his face anymore. "realised what i wanted like, a year before we finished, but didn't really fancy fucking it up," he shrugs, nonchalant, and non-committal in his explanation.

you rack your brains, head still tilted as you try to recall what bakugo could possibly have wanted. "not to be rude," you start, and he fixes you with an unimpressed look that has your eyes and nose scrunching with a smile. "but the only romantic thing i can think of you doing was when you hugged kirishima that one time. or, like, beating the shit out of midoriya like everyday,"

he sighs, squeezing your hand (which he is still holding) a little harder than necessary.

"ow-!"

"shut up," he cuts you off, rolling his eyes and looking over at the ocean, staring towards his friends. "wasn't either of those, deku is a bitch and kirishima has no hope when it comes to a relationship-"

"did you try?"

"shut up!" bakugo snaps his gaze back onto you, thoroughly unimpressed, and his words tumble from his lips before he gets a chance to take hold of his emotions and shape them into something prettier than the words he spits at you. "i didn't try with anyone but you,"

your breath catches in your throat, the playful grin that split your features disappearing and shock taking it's place. "me?"

it's the only word you can get out, and it's underwhelming to your ears, and positively soul-crushing to bakugo.

"yes you. especially when.. when you spent those hours training with me, it was.. it was the best part of my days." the admission looks painful for bakugo to say, but he keeps talking. "i pushed you away when i hurt you because i was convinced i'd ruined it, was utterly convinced you'd never want.. never want to be by my side again."

there's a heavy feeling in your chest, words you want to say that are full of an emotion you couldn't accurately convey.

"bakugo i.." you pause, and his face falls as he turns away. "look at me," you urge, squeezing at his hand, the callouses rough beneath your skin, hypersensitive to his touch. "it killed me when you just.. turned me away, and i know you were scared, i get it, but i thought.." you take a moment, letting your brain wires untangle.

"i thought you didn't want to be seen with me because i was weak, i thought you had gotten sick of mending my wounds, i thought you were repulsed by the idea of me being visibly weak, the bruises, the- your massages, i thought-"

"wrong. you thought wrong." he interrupts, his gaze fierce. "it was you from the first ever punch you swung at me. you weren't scared, you didn't admire me, you actively thought i was beneath you, and i had nothing but admiration for you," he blurts.

"fuck- i never knew it was a crush," he wrinkles his nose at the word, like it's too childish for him, but continues nevertheless. "when i realised i was falling for you it was too late, and i was too fucking far gone," he laughs a little. "and now we're here and i only brought us here because i know you like sunsets and i knew you'd agree to come if i said i was driving, because you hate being in the back seat and in my car you get shotgun,"

your cheeks are burning, eyes wide and stinging from the sea salted air, all of the air in your lungs punched out of you.

"i knew you'd come if i was here, and i knew those idiots would run into the sea, and i knew i'd have a chance to tell you i am so fucking in love with you it hurts."

a laugh bubbles up from within you, glee twisting your windpipe and butterflies constricting your lung capacity. "good fucking god bakugo katsuki, you glorious dumbass,"

his face contorts, confusion written across his features, so you act on impulse, as you always do around him. words are no longer needed, you've exchanged enough. your lips meet his, moulding together like they were never meant to touch anyone else's, and he sighs against them, before his hand meets your cheek and he pulls you in close.

you get about thirty seconds of privacy before your eagle eyed friends spot you, and denki lets out the loudest wolf-whistle you've ever heard, forcing you to split from bakugo's embrace. he laughs, his thumb gently stroking your lips, and he looks at you in nothing short of adoration.

"glorious dumbass, hm?"

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