cw: brothers best friend trope, late teens-early twenties, mutual yearning, crushes, katsuki is down bad, sleepover, kissing, swearing, & not proofread
ⓘ Featuring brothers best friend Kats can't help but think about Kirishima's little sister.
katsuki knew he was done for the first time he came to Kiri's & found you opening the door to welcome him—it wasn't even supposed to be something meaningful, gaming & dinner, but he found you and just knew.
katsuki started coming over regularly. Everyone wants to study? Let's go to Kirishima's. Movie night? Kirishima's house has the best snacks. Sleepovers? Since you're there, Mina & Jirou can come; it's only logical to be at Kirishima's.
katsuki would bring extra snacks & offer them to you because he noticed you sneaking downstairs to raid the kitchen, is always quick to pass you a plate, or bowl, or just a brownie—before your brother gets the chance most of the time.
katsuki thinks he's slick about his crush, but it's painfully obvious to just about everyone but you.
katsuki started figuring out little ways to include you in the friend group, blissfully unaware that the moment he suggested bringing you, Kirishima was expecting to be told you were dating soon after.
katsuki who snuck into your room one night during one of the sleepovers, his friends were bickering over a video game, & he took the opportunity, finding you getting ready for bed, making a fool of himself, and accidentally started a domino effect.
You'd always end up seeking the other out.
katsuki ends up crashing in your room at every chance, claiming the atmosphere was "too loud." from the extras & started spending more time tucked in your room than out with his friends.
katsuki dozed off in your bed one night while you were showering & woke up to the feeling of your damp hair prickling against his chest, dazed & out of it at the sight of you cuddling up against him.
katsuki silently wrapped an arm around your shoulder, stroking your shoulder slowly & watched you get more comfortable against him, letting you live in it & take it as it were, you felt safe with him.
katsuki only woke up from the flash of Mina's phone at 3 am, where his friends were all crowded around your bed snapping photos of you using Kats as your personal teddy bear—glared at them, silencing them with a single eye twitch and hissed "If you wake her up, I swear to god—"
katsuki didn't move a muscle & stayed put after Kirishima finally dragged their friends out of your room with a quiet "we're talking about this in the morning." as he motioned between you both before leaving.
katsuki completely forgot he'd been annoyed the moment he felt your fingers lazily stroking his chest, & froze up when your lips softly pressed against his cheek.
Ok hear me out: Pro Hero Bakugo but he comes home to his partner in one of those cute but provocative costume/cosplays of HIS hero costume😭 idk i feel like it would be funny
── ✶ before you read: 1k words ; fem reader ; established relationship ; raunchy fem clothing ; suggestive ending ; bakugou carries reader ; masterlist.
꒰ commentary ꒱ ✶ wait hang on lets let u cook bc u cooked. except i admit i didnt make it funny i made him hot n bothered bc i think thats excatly what he'd be skdjfh
Katsuki comes home from morning patrol tired. Dead tired.
His arms ache from his quirk. His head pounds from the sounds of his own explosions. His eyes are heavy from waking up so early, and fuck—he’s so tired. It’s been a long day. It’s been a long week, if he’s being honest, really. So Katsuki comes home tired, and he’s going to curl up with you in bed, and he’s going to take a nap first thing before anything else. That’s all he’s going to do.
Except he walks into your shared home and you don’t greet him. Weird. He walks over to your shared bedroom, and the door is locked. Even weirder.
Then he hears your giggle, and he sighs. “Baby, whatever shenanigans you got goin’ today, m’fuckin’ exhausted—do ‘em another day. Swear I won’t say nothin’ when you do, just let me—”
Your voice is muffled through the door as you interrupt him and sing, “Close your eyes.”
“Why?” He groans, resting his forehead against the door tiredly. “Am I gonna regret goin’ along with this?”
“No. Maybe. I don’t think so….you know what—just do it, Kats!”
“Fine, fuck,” he grumbles, “so bossy. My eyes are closed. Now what?”
“Do you promise they’re closed?”
“Yes,” he says wearily.
“Do you promise that you promise?”
“Baby,” he says exasperatedly, “are we really gonna do this? Yes—I promise that I promise that I promise. Now open the door and—”
You open the door, and he catches his balance from losing the stability of resting against the wood. His eyes remain closed as you let him in because if he dares open them and ruin whatever scheme you have going, he thinks hell will break loose. You’ve always had a flair for the dramatics, after all. And he’s not going to risk making the pounding in his head any worse than it already is, so he keeps those eyes carefully shut.
“Good,” you hum, satisfied. “They’re closed.”
“Callin’ me a liar?” He grumbles. “Now what’s this about, hah?”
“Okay,” you giggle, “I got something in the mail. I think you’ll like it,” you coo, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his jaw. He melts fractionally at the touch of your lips. “I think you’ll really like it. Maybe. I hope.”
“If this is a surprise, it doesn’t sound too promising,” he says under his breath. You smack his chest in response, and he practically sulks. “Just sayin’. You don’t sound too confident.”
“Well, you’re a tough crowd,” you huff, “so you never know.”
“Well, you—”
He’s cut off with his hands being taken into yours, being pulled over to your hips. He pauses, feeling bare skin under his palms. Well, some bare skin. There’s fabric there too, but…clearly not a lot. He’s starting to see where this is going, he thinks.
“S’that a new set?” His lips curl into a grin, eyes still obediently closed. “Fuck, princess—of course I’d love this surprise. Why wouldn’t I? Love anything on you.”
“Not exactly the sort of set you’re thinking of,” you hum. “But close.”
“Can I open my eyes now?”
“Say please.”
“Please. Happy, you little fuckin’ tease?”
“Okay, fine,” you pretend to sigh, caving. “You can open them.”
His eyes open, and Katsuki is…well, he’s speechless, that’s for sure. He has no brainpower for words. Only enough to keep his eyes trailing over your body as he takes in the sight—and fuck, is it a sight.
Most of the time, when kids wear costumes inspired by him, he thinks they’re little brats. Kind of cute brats that he’s admittedly a little fond of deep down, but brats all the same. This, on the other hand, is not a child’s costume with cheap fabric, nor is it anything of the sort that snot-nosed brats would wear.
No.
This rendition of his costume consists of the upper half of it being basically reduced to a bra—black fabric covered with lace that sits against your skin, while bright orange straps cross over your breasts in the unmistakable shape of his signature X emblazoned across his torso. The matching shorts (that are, by all means, very short) sit high on your hips, trimmed with orange embroidery and sheer black mesh. Dark green garter straps circle your thighs, mimicking the harnesses on his hero costume before disappearing into lace-topped stockings.
He blinks. Once. Then twice. Then again. And then his breath hitches terribly loud.
“Do you like it?” You hum, wrapping your arms around his neck as you press a line of kisses along his jaw. He shivers under your touch. “Thought maybe we could match.”
“S’not gonna help you much in a fight bein’ dressed like this,” he croaks, voice shakier than he has the pride to admit.
“Well, I don’t know,” you grin cheekily, “maybe I’ll drop the villains dead by being the hottest hero around, even if I can’t be the most explosive.”
“No villains are seein' you like this,” he huffs, giving your hips a squeeze as he adds, “I'll kill 'em first.”
“So you admit my costume would make for a banger debut, huh?”
“Fuck, baby, you’re killin’ me here,” he groans, burying his head into your neck. He presses soft, lingering kisses to the skin as his hands trail from your hips to the small of your back, pulling you forward and flush against his body. “M’not even gonna ask where the fuck you bought this, or how you even found it in the first place. Fuckin' crazy is what you are.”
“Nice little website that got advertised to me. There was a Deku version, too—”
He picks you up, making a low, dissatisfied sound in the back of his throat as his fingers dig into your ass, carrying you to the bed. He drops you onto the mattress, hovering over you as he pins your hands over your head. His eyes are dark, glinting with arousal and desire and challenge all at once.
“Oh yeah? Well, good thing for you, sweetheart, you got the real deal right here to prove you bought the better costume.”
Katsuki is no longer all that tired. He has enough energy to make his day just a little longer.
he is going to get the lay of his life, and sleep very soundly so in the end, im sure he will get exactly what he wanted in the first place. all is well!
can you do more about katsuki x his gf while they're both 3rd years?
Horny 3rd Year Katsuki
nsfw
part 1 Part 3 Part 4
Katsuki who sneaks into your dorm every night after patrol. He knows exactly when the teachers do dorm sweeps, but honestly they’ve really started to give up lately. Horny teenagers are gonna do as they please. He ends up cuddled next to you all night, hopefully you’d convinced him to shower, otherwise he’s just covering your bedsheets in sweat. Although the two of you usually end up doing that regardless….
Katsuki who loves spending the weekend in the dorms. Because that usually means he’s spending it in you! Thankfully most students go home or out for a couple of hours, which gives you guys time to not have to care too much about the noise level, or the bed hitting the wall. You two aren’t forced to find a position that doesn’t rock the bed, you’re able to move as freely and aggressively as you please.
Katsuki who lounges around in your room in just his boxers. He makes sure the door is locked. Not that anyone walking in would see anything they haven’t before… If the weather is a bit cooler he’ll wear sweats with nothing underneath. He likes teasing you, he knows how much you like to stare at his dick, plus it gives you easier access to shove your hands down there.
Katsuki who’ll invite you into his dorm under the guise of doing homework. Both of you are very aware how it’ll end, and you’re more than prepared for it. He’ll have you face down ass up in his bed. With your face stuffed in the pillow, instead of some dirty talk he’s teasing you about whatever you were supposed to be studying, asking you questions while stalling just to watch you squirm and trying to wiggle back into him.
Katsuki who knows it's not safe, but he just loves going raw. The two of you are young and he really doesn’t see himself being with anyone else so why the hell not. The first time it happened was because the two of you ran out of condoms, but the two of you were just way too horny to care. The second time it happened was because it just felt so good the first time. And it was fine.. Until he stopped pulling out… which awoke something in both of you. Birth control exists..
Katsuki who spends his nights alone fantasising about your future. The place the two of you will move into together after school. Life as pros.. What it would be to defile every surface of that house together. The furniture you’d decorate with, what you’d look like naked and bent over said furniture. But what he’s most excited for is not having to sneak around, not that the two of you were hiding anything, everyone kinda already knew you two were insatiable; but the idea of being able to fuck whereever, whenever and not having to censor yourselves, that really turned him on.
hey girl!! can you do bakugo and reader making out in either of their dorms? they're 3rd years atp
Horny 3rd Year Katsuki
nsfw
Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Katsuki who’s got you sat up on his lap while the two of you are aggressively making out on his bed. This hadn’t been the plan, originally you’d gone to his room to study for an upcoming final. But clearly that wasn’t happening anymore. But you couldn’t really complain, this was much more engaging.
Katsuki who’s got an arm round around your waist. His hand groping your ass, squeezing way harder than necessary. His other hand is wrapped around the back of your neck. Not allowing you to escape the messy makeout session the two of you magically fell into.
Katsuki who’ll tighten his grip around your waist. Pushing you down into him while he’s busy grinding his hips up into you. He’ll only pull away from you to hear you moan, he’s addicted to the noises that you make. Addicted to hearing you whine his name. Addicted to hearing you beg for more. Beg for his dick.
Katsuki who’s grown so used to having to kick your friends out of your dorm, just for some alone time. He has to physically drag them out, just so he can get on top of you. He likes to push you down on your own bed, towering over you. He likes trapping you under his weight. Feeling you squirm beneath him, wiggling your hips up into his; it’s not even fully intentional on your end, but it turns him on just as much.
Katsuki who’ll shift his hips to just the right angle. Grinding his clothed dick into you, huffing into your ear as he slowly gets himself off. He loves making out with you in this position, you’ve really just gotta sit there and take it. And he knows you like it by the way you tug at the hair on the back of his head. How you moan into his mouth.
Katsuki whose tongue loves your mouth. He loves brushing his tongue against your lips until you give in and allow him entry. He loves how the act takes both your breaths away, how it leaves both of you so fucking horny. You get so fucking whiny when he does it.
Katsuki who totally forgot to lock the door. So two hours later, mid makeout session the two of you are completely unprepared for Mina to barge into your dorm unannounced. And she’s definitely not alone, Kiri, Denki, and Sero are right behind her. Getting a great view of the two of you. You lie flat on the bed while Katsuki’s body lays atop yours, they can see the way his hips are grinding into yours. And they definitely see him trying to shove his tongue down your throat. They can see how red and swollen both your lips are when the two of you pull away. And they can see just how red Katsuki’s face is as he chases them out all over again…
The video starts with you already moaning. Your back is arched off the mattress underneath you. You were in utter heaven, as usual when it came to Izuku's fingers playing around with your clit. He had a way of untangled and unwinding you with his fingers alone. There was some sort of art that he could do with them that always left you gasping and shaking.
You loved it.
He was the artist and you were his fine art.
A chuckle is heard off camera as the camera is panned over your body as you come on his fingers. "Oh what a beautiful sight." A groan left him. "I can't wait to watch this tomorrow."
A laugh stumbled out of your lips as you finally relaxed, your body becoming slack on the sheets. Your eyes were half lidded as you looked up at him, lust and want in your gaze. It was expected with the man who had been married to for 2 years.
You moved your hands to cup your breasts for him. Your fingers moved to twist and move your nipples, pulling just enough to sting. Just enough to make your pussy squeeze his fingers as he pulled them out of you. "It's not fair you leave me while you go on a mission, and you get to still have me when I don't have you."
The focus switched to front view as Izuku's eyes aren't on the camera but on you out of frame. Forrest eyes are swallowed by pupils that were enraptured by you. Izuku had always been enraptured by you. He was incapable of even faking otherwise. His lips were wet with a mixture of saliva and your slick.
A deep hum came out of his throat. "Well we both know that isn't true, baby."
"And how isn't it true?" You asked.
"I try cum enough to leave enough still inside you while I'm gone." He said as the camera switched again focusing down on the lower part of your body. His large scarred hands sat on your abdomen, his thumb brushing over where your womb was underneath. Your body shivered at the implications.
The video then cuts to being set not even 5 feet away from the bed, not that the distance mattered. You were loud enough that it felt like the phone was right next to the both of you.
The camera was positioned so that it captured the broad expanse of his freckled back. He was so gloriously muscular and strong. He was the Number One hero and it showed with how his hips thrusted into you. He wasn't stopping for anything. The constant slap of his palvis against your skin was a consistent rhythm in the audio.
Your feet peaked over his shoulders as he held thighs, keeping your legs as his grip to pound into you. Your legs kept twitching as he bottomed out inside you again, and again, and again. You couldn't breathe deeply because it felt like he was right in your stomach, pounding against your lungs.
His thick cock was always such a delicious feeling inside you. You often didn't even need him to move to feel at peace, to feel whole. And yet here you were, so greedy for more.
You didn't mind being greedy. Your husband loved you greedy.
"OH FUCK! DEEPER, IZU!" You cried out higher pitched than normal.
He let out a huff. "Deeper?" He asked lowly, sweat beading down his neck. His green curl as a darker shade due to the sweat in his hair. He moved to cage your body underneath him, his hands resting at eitherside of your head. With one large hand and a shift he moved to reallign himself before slamming back in.
You arched up into him as you screamed to the heavens. "YES!" You moaned deeply. Your thighs were nearly touching your chest as he had you folded in half.
Izuku groaned as he threw his head back for a moment before moving his hips again. "I love fucking you. Good Lord, this pussy always holds me so good. You trying to suck me dry, aren't you?" He asked as your arms wrapped around his neck.
"Yes! Yes, I do. I want you to cum inside me. I want your baby." You pleaded.
A deep animal like sound left Izuku as a flash of lightning rippled across his back. The bed creaked but held up (custom made for such scenerios). He shifted and the video caught him over you, his heavy balls slapping against your rim.
"I'm gonna come." Izuku warned you as your fingers gripped his shoulders, digging into his skin leaving marks.
"Inside." You pleaded as you moved a hand into his curls.
With a groan turned whine Izuku came. His groans unhindered as he closed his eyes and burried his head in the crook of your neck as you massaged his scalp. You were humming in content continuously, your legs now wrapped around his waist to keep him planted there.
"You're coming so much." You praised as you felt each and every squirt inside of you. You hummed as you let him twitch and stay planted deep and fully sheathed inside you. It was the moments like this where you felt most close to him, most like you were one.
Izuku chuckled. "How could I not when your cunt massages me like it was made for me." He said lowly. He kisses your lips, before diving his tongue inside your mouth.
Your body relaxes as you unravel around, him allowing him freedom to move now. His arms move to wrap around you for a moment, hugging you for a moment. He moves back, finally pulling out and getting out of the way of the camera. He grabs the phone and focuses it down between your spread legs.
Your clit twitches at the attention as your swollen pussy enters frame. A thick white trickle has already spilled out of you, moving down to your puckered room. You giggle moving a hand to rest over your mound. A large pulse of frothy white cum spills out of you.
Izuku groans deeply. "Lord have mercy. I'm keeping this one for sure."
Waking Izuku up in the middle of the night cuz you're craving his cock and he just rolls his eyes at you before pounding you into the mattress
His thrusts are fast and hard, hes even being a little meann... Even though he just woke up cuz hes just so sleepy and irritated you woke him up for this
When you finally cum he just flops back down next to you, tucking you into his neck and falling back asleep, not even caring his dick is still rock hard
The next morning he apologies for being dismissive and mean, hes explaining how it was just so early and it was his first day off in so long so he wanted a good nights sleep.
You nod your head and smile with big doe eyes while everything goes through one ear and out the other cuz it just felt so good
As he speaks you're thinking of ways to rile him up like that again.
a/n: i think i miss my wife - back to kiri and bkgsqd slop soon !
“lemme suck on it.” you whine, pawing at katsuki’s sweats.
“oh my god.” he side eyes you and scoots to the other end of the couch.
“c’mon pretty.” you purr.
“you sound like a creep.” his blush rises up his neck.
“so it’s a crime to think my boyfriend is hot?” you crawl into his lap. “and pretty.” you bury your fingers in his hair. “and ridiculously cute when he’s blushing.”
“you-” he groans when you roll your hips. “you asked to suck on it.” his pupils blown wide.
“mhm.” you lean down and press your lips to his neck.
you grind your hips against lap, feeling his cock start to harden beneath you with your slow movements. his phone is forgotten and his hands find your waist while you hump against him. you tug his hair and tilt his neck back, smirking at the groan that leaves his lips.
“does my pretty boy want a kiss?” you whisper, lips brushing against his softly.
“yes.” he squeezes your hips.
you press your lips to his and roll your hips, tugging softly at his hair as he groans into your mouth. you pull back and he slowly blinks up at you, lips a little more swollen. he leans up for another but you sit back, grinding against him a little harder.
“ask.” you look down at him.
“another kiss.” he’s breathless already.
“good boy.” his hips jerk up into yours. “ohhh i know, baby.”
your lips fall to his and you quicken your movements, knowing it won’t take much when he’s already so reactive. he gasps when your tongue slides agaisnt his, caressing and guiding while he melts below you. he’s moaning into your mouth, hips canting up on their own accord as the pleasure rises in his lower abdomen.
“fuck your gonna make me cum.” he tosses his head back and you press your lips to his throat.
“want you to cum for me.” you nod, grazing your teeth against his hot skin. “then we’ll take a shower.”
“what-hic! what about you?” his hands on your hips clamp down and move you faster.
“want you to cum for me katsuki.” you whisper. “be a good boy and cum.” you smile feel the full body tremor and then the way his thighs stiffen as he fills his pants. “that’s good, baby.” you place one last kiss on his neck and get up to lead him to the shower.
katsuki cannot handle it when you ride him, even though he'll tell you otherwise. he's boastful the first time, all cocky and eager, confidence just dripping from his voice as he gets comfortable on the bed.
but as soon as he feels you sink onto him, legs on either side of his hips and hands resting on his shoulders, it's as if all his self-control is gone.
and for a while, he can handle it. he can keep up with you and help you move against him. but his resolve is no match for your stamina and the sweet sounds of your voice in his ear.
when you lean forward, hugging his body to yours, face pressed into the hollow of his neck and all he can hear are your moans and whimpers in the shell of his ear, he's a goner :(
he knows it and so do you.
his heart practically beating in his throat, eyes bloodshot and his forehead dewy. it's like he's paralyzed. completely in awe as he watches himself disappear inside you. over and over again.
not even you calling his name can take him out of this trance, nor the way you plant kisses on his face as a check for a sign of life — he's completely lost in you and would never dare to find his way back.
Warnings: MDNI! age gap, established relationships (k.b.), talk of nudes, kissing, oral (f & m receiving), reader is lifted (k.b.), teasing, rough + mean sex (all 3 HEHEHE), kind of whiny reader, begging, semi-public sex, cowgirl, slight overstim, power imbalance, exploitation (?), restraints, degradation, manhandling (?). please let me know if i missed anything!
Summary: Older guys do it best, you've got to work for what you want around here!
♯┆Katsuki Bakugou .ᐟ
You met Katsuki at one of his meet-and-greets in your teenage years.
The kind he was definitely too old to still be doing.
Even then, the blonde sat begrudgingly behind the folding table with his usual scowl, scoffing and barely feigning interest as each fan stepped up to talk to him. It was all the same. They'd come in with their sob stories about how 'Dynamight saved their life', or about how he's been their favourite hero since they were kids.
And while he was grateful for it, really, Katsuki couldn't help but feel like he'd aged out of this gig a long time ago.
Then you stepped up to the table.
And suddenly the day got a little more interesting.
He thought you were a cute little thing. Hair managed and your nails done, a small 'K' placed on your left ring finger. Your outfit left little to the imagination; your shirt was at least two sizes too small, and the pants were hugging your body in all the right places.
And although Katsuki doesn't remember much from your first interaction, his age preceding him, what he does recall is that you were such a fucking tease.
And that's true, still two years into the relationship.
The blonde stares down at his phone, colourful images glowing in his face. Images of you, clad in lingerie, sporting his hero colours. He drags his thumb across the screen, breathing heavier as each swipe leaves you wearing less than before. He reads the message at the bottom:
'Gonna go get my nails done! What's the card number again?'
Katsuki knows exactly what you’re doing.
He's been busy, longer hours at the agency, more patrols. Villains don't wait for him to get his rocks off.
And you? You've been feeling a little neglected. Clearly. Sending him shit like this, then asking for his card to go spoil yourself. You always push his buttons, just enough to get a reaction, never enough to think you’ve gone too far.
The problem is, you never seem to realize when you actually have.
"Katsuki!" you call, as you walk in the entrance of your shared home. Your heels come off first, distressed feet landing softly on the ground. As you move to take off your jacket, you feel his presence behind you—broad stature indescribably close; each movement forcing your backside to his front.
You smile and plant a small kiss on his cheek, ignoring the way his eyes glare at you sharply.
"Something wrong?" you ask, hands moving along his side as your eyes bore into his red ones. Katsuki's never this calm, which means you've really done it this time. You're in big trouble.
"Fuck did you think you were doin' sendin' me that shit?" he asks, slinging you over his shoulder and trudging towards your shared bedroom. You yelp at the change in dynamic, a heavy hand giving you a rough smack on the ass. Katsuki may not be as young as he used to be, but his strength is something he takes pride in.
You bite your lip at the thought. Him sitting in his chair, surrounded by world-renowned pro-heroes. The symbols of innocence and peace. A tent grows in his pants at the sight of some nudes from a fan almost ten years younger than him. And how shameful their symbol of peace would be, excusing himself to deal with you.
Your thoughts are cut off as your body collides with the mattress. Scarred fingers tugging at the buttons on your jeans, before pulling them down to your ankles
"'Suki, slow down, ' you huff, watching as he does the same to himself—a small bulge pressing against the confines of his boxers. Your underwear comes off next, the lingerie from before still hugging your body. He laughs before moving his hands along the garment, squeezing and pinching every inch.
"And you kept it on? You must want this dick real bad, huh?" he mocks, thumb rubbing small circles along your clit. Your back arches off the bed, small flurries of pleasure coursing through your body. There's a wet spot forming at the base of your panties. His thumb glides along it before it's directed into his mouth.
"That's not true," you whine, hips shifting from the view, as you watch him lick it clean. He doesn't bother taking off the lingerie, hooking his fingers in it to pull it to the side, sopping folds on full display. Small licks are left from your hole to your clit, sucking and biting the swollen nub. Your hands find their way to his hair, ash blonde strands poking from between each finger. His eyes are trained on your every move, the way your back arches, the way your hips lift when his tongue slips inside you. Two thick digits press in slowly, easing you open inch by inch.
"K-Katsuki. Pl-please, fuck. 'M so-"
"Quiet," he cuts you off, fingers slipping out with a loud 'squelch'. "You don't get to rush me. This is what you wanted, right? So be patient."
His lips find yours, teeth clashing in a heated kiss. His leg kneels between yours, the fabric of his pants sending jolts through your body as you rock your hips slowly. The taste of your fluids seeps into your tongue, pink muscles moving against each other, chasing every bit of him. His hands grab yours, fingers intertwined as he kisses along your body.
"Let me see 'em. Show me your nails, pretty." You watch as he plants small kisses on your fingers, most of them landing on your ring finger, the small 'K' painted in black.
"Keep pullin' the same shit," he mutters, thumb brushing over the painted letter. "All that attitude, like you don't know how this ends. But that's what you want, isn't it? Want me to be mean to you like this?"
He smirks when you shake your head, your eyes growing glossy at the thought. Katsuki hates it when you act bratty, teasing touches and the way you act untouchable, even when your body betrays you when you're sprawled in front of him. But he knows it doesn't happen for no reason. And maybe he has been neglecting you a little more than he should've been.
"Missed you, Suki. Didn't m-mean to make you mad," you mutter, hands pulling away to wipe at your face, head resting in the crook of your arm. He clicks his tongue softly, grabbing your wrists and guiding them to where he wants them.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't start actin' shy now. Paid for these shits so make 'em count. Wanna see both hands workin'."
♯┆Eijiro Kirishima .ᐟ
You've never been the biggest fan of the gym. Whenever your friends invited you, you'd always find some kind of excuse. Too many people, not enough time. Your reasoning was always solid.
But recently, after seeing the ridiculously hot personal trainer, resisting became impossible.
Eijiro Kirishima.
The type of man who was almost impossible to miss: broad shoulders, chiselled abs, and a smile that could disarm all defences. You'd started showing up more often, exercising just a little too close to him, shorts always a little too tight that day.
You'd decided that you weren't getting enough attention from the redhead, always so close but just out of reach. So, you took matters into your own hands, and Eijiro Kirishima was now your personal coach. The man almost twice your age, now totally alone with you, for two whole hours.
Kirishima wasn't the typical coach. He didn't bark directions and expect obedience. He took a more hands-on approach. Small touches on the back, positioning himself behind his clients to make sure they've got the best form. But that didn't make him a pushover - his tone was playful, teasing, the kind that would make you work harder whether you wanted to or not.
You were running late to this particular one, having rescheduled your session minutes before closing time because of a late shift and a grumpy boss. You knew the redhead wouldn't buy it. He's always made it clear that slackers were his least favourite clients.
When you enter the building, he's alone, the lights are dimmed, and the equipment is tucked into its respective corners. His eyes are trained on your body as you walk in. It's leisurely, casual. Like you have no care in the world for his time or yours.
He doesn't say much during your session, save for a few praises or teasing when you don't meet his standards.
"Get on. Ten minutes"
"Seriously? We've been at this for hours" you whine, trudging your way onto the treadmill. Your pace falters every couple of seconds, a thin sheen present on your forehead. Despite your complaints, Kirishima seems unrelenting, changing the incline after every minute.
"K-Kirishima. Please," you huff, words barely audible. "Let's just d-do something else. An-Anything. Please?"
After a few seconds, the machine beeps. Treadmill slowly lowering back to its normal position, and your feet are slowing its pace. You pant as you catch your breath, arms holding your upper body up and your palms resting on your knees. A calloused hand comes into view, holding your water bottle in front of you.
"Alright, let's change it up. Can't back out of this one, though. Need to work on that stamina."
Which is what led up to this moment.
Him resting comfortably on the workout bench while you straddle his hips. His hands guiding you up and down his length, hips lifting slightly each time you bottom out.
"F-fuck, Kiri. Can't do it," you huff, body collapsing against his chest. His hands are the only things grounding you as you move against him; the feeling of him pushing against your womb was overwhelming. Your body is spent, shaking every time you try to move it. Every movement pushing him further, deeper than he was before.
"Uh uh," he huffs, biting his lips when he watches where your bodies connect. His grip on your ass tightens as you squeeze around him, hole clenching as you feel yourself getting closer to release. "You need to work on that stamina of yours, and trust me, this'll do wonders for your gluteus maximus too. Feel that squeezing? That's your glutes working just as hard as the rest of you."
"'M tired. A-and we shouldn't be doing this here. There's cameras," you whisper, voice hushed as if someone might overhear you. The reality of the situation slowly sets in, your body on full display, glass windows just a few meters from you. Your pace slows, and your body finds enough strength to push away from him. Red hair sticks to his forehead, and small droplets of sweat trail down his body. His sharp teeth are on full display as he smiles, moving closer to trail small kisses along the side of your neck. Soft lips brush along your ear as he bites and sucks on the shell.
"Who do you think owns this place?" he teases, voice low. "We don't just let anyone stay after hours… besides, got enough years on me to know you're not at capacity yet."
You blink, heat racing through your body.
"You're saying full sentences. Means you ain't working hard enough."
Suddenly, his hips are no longer so still. His body lifts off the bench as heavy hands hold you in place. You can't move much, or speak for that matter. The only sounds leaving your lips are small moans and whines as your head rests on his shoulders. His body pushing yours forward every time they connect.
"See? See how I can keep going? How i can keep bouncin' you up and down? 'S called neuromuscular efficiency. I'm - fuck - using just what I need so I won't get tired. Could go for hours like this."
That takes you out of your daze, the weight of his words lying heavily on your mind.
"Hours?"
"Oh yeah. Might never leave this cunt, baby. Better hold on tight."
♯┆Izuku Midoriya .ᐟ
Professor Midoriya has been your teacher for the last three years, since your university entry. When you were all bright-eyed and buzzing with energy. Since the first class you had with him, you were enamoured. The deep husk of his voice, his pointed comments when people disrupted class, or needed to be knocked down a few pegs. Almost mocking.
It only took that one class to realize you were down bad, spending two hours on your laptop after class flitting through websites and documents that gushed over the man's name.
As you filter through the website, a small thread titled 'Does Professor Midoriya have a stick up his ass?' catches your attention.
r/unemployeddtoy
Question
Is there a reason he's so mean? Like… it almost feels like he's mocking me, and sometimes it just feels personal.
ilovemilfz: Went to his office hours ONCE. Terrible. The guy's dry as hell. It honestly just felt like a free degrading session disguised as "help" and "constructive criticism". Typical egotistical bullshit. If you aren't ready to question your abilities, you're gonna leave feeling worse than before!
⤷ nishi69ya: why does that sound so kinky?! LOL!
Those responses were all you needed to know you had to be there. Something about the way a teacher who seems so soft on the outside is capable of carrying such a mocking tone was enticing. You needed to hear just what he thought about your work. About you.
What started as attending his appointments once every couple of months turned into consistent visits every week. The small black chair placed across from him might as well have your name on it.
Over time, you'd noticed his mannerisms. The way he leans over the desk when he's talking to you. A hand placed in front of you, and his body leaning unimaginably close to yours. And while his movements are gentle, his words hold a different tone, every correction feeling like a challenge. That student did say he was dry as hell, but he's definitely never let you leave his office that way.
"See that?" he says, black pen pointed at the screen. He has your essay pulled up, magnified by 100 so you can see every detail. "This is a mistake that shouldn't be made in a third-year class. I know you can do better, and I expect it," he huffs, easing up from his spot behind you and making his way next to you. "At this rate, this paper might drop your grade by maybe ten percent. You'll need to find a way to raise it before the final exam comes around."
"But there's no more assignments left. What can I do?" you ask, biting on your bottom lip.
He makes his way back to his chair, legs spreading comfortably on the leather seat.
"I do have one idea,"
✎ᝰ.
"Gonna need to go do better than that if you want your grade boosted," he grunts, hands shaking slightly at the feeling of your tongue against him. You're on your knees between his legs, jaw aching from the size of his cock.
Your mouth tries to reach as deep as possible as you splutter around his length. Drool seeping down onto his pants. Instinctively, your hands go to reach for him, wanting to help reach the inches that your mouth couldn't quite get to. But the tie around your wrists made it somewhat difficult.
Tears filter down your cheeks, pooling on the leather between his legs as you catch your breath on his thighs. The green-haired man doesn't bat an eye. Red pen continuing its motions along your paper. You sniff as you look up at him, a silent plea for any kind of attention. Somehow, his silence was more cruel than his words ever were.
"Mmm, Sir. M-My mouth hurts, and my wrists. J-just wanna touch you…Please?" you whimper, before trailing kisses along his thighs all the way to the tip of his length.
Finally, for what feels like the first time in hours, his eyes find yours, a small, knowing smile graces his face.
His hands caress your cheek, thumb brushing over your bottom lip before inserting its way into your mouth. Obediently, you suck, your lack of balance from having your hands tied forcing you deeper with each bob.
"You're tired, huh? Well, I'm not sure that was quite worth the bonus marks… at least not for an amount this high," he hums, face contorted in a faux pout as he looks down at you.
Your brows furrow, the bobbing of your head coming to a slow stop.
"Gonna have to earn this grade, pretty. Just like you have to earn everything else with me." he leans back slightly, your body coming into full view. The way your thighs shift against each other, the small movement being your only sense of stimulation
"I can't give out full marks for half-assed effort."
a/n: can i get 3 big booms guys, I LOVE OLDER MENNNNNN!! @nvgumo thank you for listening to my overthinking ass when i was writing this. Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated, hope you guys liked it! ( ܸ. .)՞՞
the day after your first time with katsuki... and he's smug asf at how nervous you are
you can barely look at him without being flooded with memories of last night and getting flustered, so you silently distance yourself and offer to go buy something from the store.
asking him to pass you the car keys and you watch as he just shoves them in his own pocket. when you stare at him all confused he tells you to 'come get them yourself'…
and when you do, you can feel him watching your every move while you fumble with the keys through his jeans, because the feeling of his eyes on you and the limited distance between you two has suddenly made your hands stop working.
and he does absolutely nothing to help cause he thinks it's cute
Reader who’s SHOCKED at seeing Izuku’s glowup in person and that’s only because they haven’t seen each other much after middle school since reader attended a different hero school and there comes ths unresolved feelings 👀
if you wanna make it smutty, feel free to hehe
When Did You Get Hot?!
summary: pro-hero!izuku x childhood bestie!reader who meet up at a fancy dinner and as soon as they see each other again, all the hidden feelings that have been held back bubble to the surface
warning/s: smut, mdni, 18+. fingering, cunnilingus, praising, penetration, protected sex, use of petnames
w/c: 3.1k~
The Hero Network Gala was supposed to be a professional event. Networking, handshakes, polite conversation. You hadn’t expected it to feel like stepping into a time machine.
You were standing near the refreshment table in a sleek black dress, nursing a drink, when you saw him.
Izuku Midoriya.
Except… it wasn’t the Izuku you remembered.
The boy who used to trail behind you in middle school with messy green curls, freckles, and a notebook always clutched to his chest was gone. In his place stood a tall, broad-shouldered man in a tailored black suit that hugged powerful arms and a solid chest. His hair was still green but styled shorter, neater, with a few curls falling over his forehead. The freckles remained, but they stretched across sharper cheekbones and a stronger jaw. Most noticeable were the faint scars across his hands and the quiet confidence in the way he carried himself.
Your heart slammed against your ribs.
He hadn’t seen you yet. He was talking with a few pro heroes, smiling that same soft, earnest smile you used to know so well. But everything else about him had changed.
You hadn’t seen Izuku in person since the end of middle school. Your family moved, and you transferred to a different hero academy on the other side of the country. Texts and occasional calls had faded over the years as both of you got swallowed by training and hero work. You always wondered about him, but seeing the reality in front of you was something else entirely.
Before you could decide whether to approach or hide, his eyes found yours across the room.
Izuku froze mid-sentence.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. Then his face split into the brightest, most genuine smile you’d ever seen. He excused himself from the group and started walking toward you, green eyes wide with disbelief.
You met him halfway.
“Oh my god,” you breathed, looking up at him. “Izuku…?”
He laughed, a little breathless. “It’s really you.”
You stared. Up close he was even more overwhelming. Taller. Broader. The suit did nothing to hide how much muscle he’d put on. His arms looked like they could bench press a car now. The shy, scrawny boy you used to defend from bullies had become… this.
“You look…” You couldn’t even finish the sentence. Your face felt hot. “Holy shit, Izuku.”
His cheeks flushed that familiar pink. “I could say the same about you. You look incredible.”
The two of you stood there for a second, just staring, before he pulled you into a hug. His arms were strong and warm, enveloping you completely. You hugged him back, breathing in the faint scent of cedar and something clean. He felt solid. Safe. Different.
When you pulled away, you were still staring.
“I can’t believe it,” you said, shaking your head. “You’re… huge. When did this happen?”
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed but smiling. “Years of training. One For All doesn’t exactly let you stay small.” His eyes softened as they roamed over your face. “I can’t believe you’re here. I kept hoping I’d run into you at one of these things.”
The unresolved feelings you’d buried years ago came rushing back all at once.
You two had been close in middle school. Really close. Late nights talking about heroes, him trusting you with his dreams about All Might, the almost-confessions that never quite happened before you moved away. You’d always wondered what could’ve been.
Now here he was — all grown up and looking at you like you were still the most important person in the room.
The gala faded into background noise as you spent the next hour catching up. Sitting together at a quiet table, knees brushing, voices low. He told you about UA, about All Might, about the war. You told him about your hero school, your own growth, the struggles of being far from home.
Every time he laughed, every time he leaned in closer, your stomach flipped.
“You know,” he said quietly, eyes flicking down to your lips for a split second, “I thought about you a lot over the years.”
Your heart skipped. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” His voice dropped. “More than I probably should’ve.”
The tension between you thickened. The air felt charged.
When the gala started winding down, Izuku hesitated. “Would you… want to get out of here? Catch up somewhere quieter?”
You didn’t even think twice. “Yes.”
You ended up at his apartment. It was neat, filled with hero memorabilia and notebooks, exactly what you’d expect from Izuku. The second the door closed behind you, the politeness cracked.
He turned to you, eyes dark. “I meant what I said earlier. I thought about you. A lot.”
You stepped closer. “I thought about you too. More than I admitted to myself.”
The kiss was inevitable.
Izuku cupped your face gently at first, but the moment your lips met, years of unresolved feelings poured out. The kiss deepened fast — hungry, desperate. His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You could feel how much he’d changed physically. The hard muscle under your palms. The way he towered over you now.
He backed you up until your back hit the wall, mouth never leaving yours. When he finally pulled back for air, his forehead rested against yours.
“I’ve wanted to do that since we were fifteen,” he admitted, voice rough.
You laughed breathlessly. “Same.”
His hands roamed down your sides, respectful but clearly wanting more. “Can I…?”
“Yes,” you whispered. “Please.”
Clothes came off in a heated rush. Izuku’s suit jacket hit the floor, followed by your dress. When he finally saw you in just your underwear, his breath caught.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, almost reverent. “Even more than I remembered.”
He lifted you effortlessly, hands under your thighs, and carried you to his bedroom. The strength in his arms made your stomach flutter. He laid you down gently on the bed, crawling over you, green eyes dark with lust and affection.
His mouth found your neck, then your collarbone, then lower. He took his time, kissing every inch of skin like he was making up for lost years. When he reached your breasts, he groaned softly, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his hand teased the other. You arched into him, fingers threading through his hair.
“Izuku…” you moaned.
He looked up at you, eyes hazy. “Say it again.”
“Izuku,” you breathed.
He kissed down your stomach, hands gentle but firm on your thighs as he spread them. When his mouth finally reached your core, you cried out. He was thorough, almost worshipful — licking and sucking with focused intensity, groaning against you like he was the one receiving pleasure. Two thick fingers joined his tongue, curling perfectly inside you.
You came hard the first time, thighs shaking around his head as you moaned his name.
But Izuku didn’t stop. He kept going, working you through it until you were trembling and oversensitive.
“Izuku, please—” you gasped. “I need you.”
He crawled back up, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on his tongue. You reached down and wrapped your hand around him. He was big. Thick. Rock hard and leaking. He groaned into your mouth as you stroked him.
“Condom?” you whispered.
He nodded, reaching into the nightstand. Once he was protected, he settled between your thighs, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance.
“Are you sure?” he asked, ever the gentleman even now.
You pulled him down into a kiss. “I’ve never been more sure.”
He pushed in slowly, stretching you open. The feeling was overwhelming. He was bigger than you expected, and the way he filled you made your eyes roll back. When he bottomed out, both of you moaned.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he breathed against your neck. “So tight… so perfect.”
He started moving, deep, steady thrusts that made your toes curl. One hand held your thigh open, the other braced beside your head. His control was impressive, but you could see it fraying at the edges.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Harder, Izuku.”
He groaned and gave you what you asked for. His hips snapped forward, pace increasing. The bed creaked beneath you. The sounds of skin against skin and your mingled moans filled the room.
“You’re so beautiful,” he panted, eyes locked on your face. “I can’t believe this is real. I’ve wanted you for so long—”
You kissed him hard, nails digging into his broad shoulders. He hit that perfect spot inside you with every thrust, and you felt yourself hurtling toward the edge again.
“I’m close,” you whimpered.
“Me too,” he groaned. “Cum for me, baby. Please.”
You shattered around him with a cry of his name. Izuku followed right after, burying himself deep as he came with a broken moan, hips stuttering.
Afterward, he collapsed beside you, pulling you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you tightly, like he was afraid you’d disappear. He pressed soft kisses to your forehead, your temple, your shoulder.
“I missed you,” he whispered. “So much.”
You snuggled closer, tracing a scar on his chest. “I missed you too.”
For the first time in years, the unresolved feelings between you didn’t feel unresolved anymore.
They felt like a beginning.
A/N: sooooo, while writing this fic I accidentally reloaded the page and had to rewrite it....BUTTTT, this is the first post with the new layout!! WOOHOOO
Can we get the the honeymoon I love the ideas for second time around there so good🤭
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+; smut (p in v); fluff; marriage; honeymoon
⋆ WORD COUNT: 2.1K
A/N: i’m so glad you’ve been enjoying these extra fics! wasn’t sure if this was for their first honeymoon from their first marriage or the honeymoon they went on with the kids so i went with the second one lol and because i already did one for their first honeymoon linked here hehe. also im writing and posting this in between studying for finals rip
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“You’re gonna make an earthquake if you keep running around like that,” Katsuo nagged his little sister, watching as Suki ran through the two adjoining hotel rooms you and Bakugou had gotten for the family.
“Shut up, idiot,” Suki snapped.
Before Katsuo could retort anything, you butted in while setting your bags down. “Can you two please not fight at least for the three days we’re here?”
Suki grumbled under her breath and Katsuo let out a curt ‘okay,’ which only made Bakugou laugh. “The receptionist gave us all these brochures, too!” Suki exclaimed, scattering the bunches of brochures she grabbed from the hotel lobby.
Suki then excitedly started listing off all the things they should do while on their vacation before Katsuo cut her off. “Dude, we’re only here for like three days. We’re not gonna have time to do all this.”
Suki glared at him. “We’ll do what we can while we’re here,” Bakugou compromised as he started unpacking your suitcase.
“Yeah, idi– I mean,” Suki glanced at you. “Katsuo,” Suki corrected herself and you laughed as you helped the kids settle into their hotel room.
It had already been a busy day. You first spent the time doing a little shopping, letting the kids buy whatever they wanted for their friends and you helped Katsuo buy a souvenir for Yui. Bakugou was insistent on buying anything you even looked at, so much so that you had to force him to reign it in since he wanted to spoil you more than he already did. Afterwards, Suki desperately wanted to go to a hot spring and so you spent some time with your daughter. Once you returned to the hotel, you thought Suki would run out of steam but she then piped up and begged the family to go to the movies since a new animated movie from her favorite series just got released. So to appease her, of course you all went out and had dinner afterwards.
You felt sluggish by the time you got back from your pleasantly busy day and Suki plopped down on your bed and let out a content sigh. “Had fun?” Bakugou asked her and she nodded vigorously.
“Mom! Are we sharing a room?” Suki asked, grinning with excitement.
“No, let Mom and Dad enjoy their honeymoon,” Katsuo butted in as he walked into the adjoining room, causing Suki to frown.
“Fine,” Suki grumbled, picking at the bedsheets.
Bakugou sat beside her. “If you really want to share rooms, we can, sweetie,” you said.
“No, it’s okay. You and Dad should enjoy your honeymoon,” Suki said, getting up and following Katsuo into their shared bedroom.
“Let us know if you need anything!” You called out before shutting the door that separated the rooms.
“God, I’m exhausted,” you said with a sigh, grabbing clothes to change into for bed. “I’m going to shower,” you announced, walking into the bathroom.
“Me too,” Bakugou chimed in, following you. “We can shower together.”
You narrowed your eyes at him as he took his shirt off and tossed it aside. “C’mon we can save water.”
“I know you don’t care about ‘saving water,’” you rebutted, turning the shower on.
Bakugou chuckled, stepping into the shower first and wetting his hair. You stripped down as well and followed him inside, pulling the shower curtain closed. The warm water rained down on you, soothing your tired, overworked body from a day’s worth of excursions.
Bakugou had grabbed one of the washcloths, suds of soap spreading across his chest as he scrubbed the cloth on his body. You did the same with another washcloth, lathering it up with soap. “I hope the kids had a good time today,” you thought out loud.
“‘Course they did. You saw Suki,” Bakugou said with a laugh. “Kid couldn’t sit still.”
You chuckled. “She’s been wanting to go on a trip as a whole family forever.”
“Wouldn’t be surprised if she’s been castin’ a spell for this to happen,” Bakugou joked, making you laugh.
“Can you get my back?” You asked, handing him your washcloth.
Bakugou let out a small sound of confirmation and dragged the cloth up and down your back. It was comforting, the feeling of Bakugou’s hand on your body along with the warm water.
Then his hands took a detour and scrubbed up your stomach, his hands grabbing your tits. “That’s not my back, mister,” you said, looking over your shoulder.
He smirked down at you, his other hand creeping up and fondling your breasts. “Looked like you needed help cleanin’ these, too.”
You rolled your eyes and you closed your eyes, biting your inner cheek to hold back a moan as his fingers pinched and twisted your nipples. Bakugou dropped the washcloth from his hands and lifted your chin up with one hand, his lips meeting yours.
The water dripped down your face, sliding between both of your lips. His tongue swiped against yours and he pressed your back into his chest. You were gasping for air and you felt his dick harden against your back.
Bakugou hand dipped down to play with your clit and you grabbed his wrist and pulled away from him. “We are not having sex in the shower.”
“Why not? We’ve done it plenty of times before.”
“So you don’t remember what happened the last time you tried to fuck me against the wall in the shower?” You quirked a brow at him.
“That was years ago. I dropped you once, baby.”
“And it hurt!” You exclaimed, smacking his chest. “Do you want to be the one to explain to the kids what happened if one of us slips and falls?”
Bakugou let out a sigh as you slid the shower curtain open, carefully stepping out and drying yourself off with a towel. Bakugou followed close behind you.
“I know this is a family trip, but it’s still our honeymoon,” Bakugou reminded you.
“I know that. But we already had a real honeymoon,” you responded, wrapping and tucking the towel around your body as you stood in front of the sink.
“Yeah, for our first marriage.” Bakugou stood behind you, planting both of his hands on either side of your body on the counter. “It’s our second go.”
He nestled his head into the crook of your neck, kissing the skin softly. “I’m just scared the kids will hear us,” you murmured, looking at him through the mirror mounted on the wall.
“That’s up to you, baby. If you can keep your voice down,” Bakugou muttered in your ear.
You glared at him through the mirror. “You asshole–”
Your voice got caught in your throat as you gasped. Bakugou had lifted your towel, using two of his fingers to rub circles on your clit. Your hands reached out and gripped the counter as Bakugou’s other hand snaked around your waist, pressing your body against his.
You bit your bottom lip to hold back a whimper as Bakugou unfurled the towel around your body, letting it drop to the floor. He raised your chin with his hand, craning over your shoulder so his lips met yours.
Bakugou’s tongue brushed against yours as he swallowed any moans that escaped your lips. You pulled away quickly, trying to catch your breath as his pace quickened against your aching bud.
“Katsuki,” you pleaded, your hole clenching around nothing. You needed him inside you. Any reservations you had about fucking your husband in fear of your kids hearing you had dissipated.
And Bakugou saw that, smirking down at you. “Now look who’s beggin’.”
You clenched your jaw. “Don’t piss me off.”
Bakugou chuckled, pulling his fingers away from your folds. He splayed a hand against your back, bending you over the sink. “Yeah, I know not to piss you off when you’re beggin’ for my dick.”
Bakugou didn’t waste any time to slide his cock right into you. You choked on a gasp, gripping the counter as he started snapping his hips into you. You brought a hand up, covering your mouth to muffle the moans erupting from you. Each thrust only made you louder and louder and Bakugou’s fingers dug into your hips.
“My baby’s bein’ so quiet,” he cooed, reaching down and rubbing your clit in rhythm with his cock ramming into you. You bit your palm, your whole body throbbing from head to toe from the sensation.
Bakugou grabbed your hand, pulled it away from your mouth, and raised your chin, forcing you to look up. You stared back at your own fucked out expression in the mirror: your eyelids fluttering open and closed, your mouth agape as you gasped for air.
Bakugou leaned over so his mouth was by your ear. “Look how good my girl’s taking this dick,” he whispered, nipping at your ear.
“K-Kats–” You whimpered, gripping his wrist for stability.
Bakugou slid his hand down and clamped it over your mouth, muffling the sounds he usually loved to hear, but also didn’t want the kids to hear their mother being bent over the sink by their father.
“So fuckin, beautiful,” Bakugou grunted, his cock slamming in and out of you while your pussy gushed with your own arousal. “My beautiful fuckin’ wife.”
Your eyes started tearing up, any whimpers and moaning out Bakugou’s name being drowned out by his calloused hand. “Can’t believe– I get the rest of my life with you,” Bakugou groaned, his pace quickening as his mushroom tip kissed your sweet spot over and over.
He kissed your neck. “Best believe I’ll be beatin’ this pussy up for the rest of my life,” Bakugou whispered in your ear and you moaned.
Bakugou’s grip around your mouth tightened as he started to reach his climax, his breath ragged. Your orgasm was quick as you clenched around his cock, your knees shaking and struggling to hold yourself up as you came. Bakugou groaned, slamming his cock as far into your pussy as he could and came, spurts of his essence filling you.
He relaxed and released his hold from around your mouth and as he pulled out of you, you slumped over the counter. Bakugou watched with satisfaction as his come slid out of your pussy and went down your leg. Your legs felt weak and Bakugou was quick to hold an arm around you before you nearly collapsed to the floor.
“Now I have to shower again,” you complained to yourself.
Bakugou smirked down at you as you turned around and faced him. His face was flushed, sweat covering his forehead. “I can help you.”
“Absolutely not,” you said adamantly and pushed him out of the bathroom, tossing a towel in his direction and closed the door on him.
By the time you emerged from the bathroom after your second shower, Bakugou was lying in bed, waiting for you while he scrolled on his phone. His crimson eyes glanced over to you and he smirked when he saw what you were wearing. It was the oversized Dynamight shirt you had bought when you were still divorced and shopping with the kids. You paired it with some pajama pants you had packed.
“You tryna make me rip that off you?” Bakugou questioned, his eyes looking you up and down.
You narrowed your eyes at him, shielding your body with your arms. “No, I’m not. Don’t make this the last time I wear this.”
Bakugou just chuckled as you walked over and knocked on the kids’ door. You opened the door, taken aback to see that Katsuo and Suki were laughing with one another.
“Well it’s nice to hear you two getting along instead of fighting for once,” you said.
“Yeah, ‘cause she’s not saying anything dumb for once,” Katsuo huffed.
“Katsuo,” you said sternly.
Suki ignored her brother and walked over to you, hugging your waist. “Thanks for bringing us with you.”
“Of course, sweetie,” you said, hugging her back.
“Why did you bring us?” Katsuo asked, lying on his side and propping his head up with his hand.
“Well, Dad and I already had a honeymoon by ourselves. We just wanted to be with you both as a whole family,” you explained.
Suki smiled, pressing her cheek against your chest. “I’ve been wishing for this for so long,” she murmured.
You smiled, kissing her head. “Alright, get to bed, you two. We have to get up early if we want to do the laundry list of things you want to do, Suki.”
Suki nodded and you wished the kids a ‘good night’ before closing the door and returning to your room. You slipped your pajama bottoms off and crawled into bed beside your husband.
Bakugou immediately wrapped an arm around you, pulling you to him. “There’s my wife.”
“Here you go again. You keep calling me ‘wife,’” you teased, alluding to your first honeymoon where he couldn’t stop referring to you as ‘wife.’
“Too bad,” he said, reaching over and turning the lights off. “You’re gonna have to deal with it for the rest of your life.”
You smiled, nuzzling your head into his chest and closing your eyes. “I don’t mind that.”
katsuki's biggest fear in the beginning was his quirk going off while you were having sex / mdni
when you first started dating and getting intimate with katsuki, he wouldn't keep his hands on you for too long. he'd often dig his hands into the sheets, gripping them for dear life.
his worst fear was for when things got hot and heavy, and you both got sweaty, to hear a crackle and see a spark while he touched you.
you didn't really notice it at first, but when it became a pattern of fleeting hands and temporary touches, it stuck out to you. it didn't take long for you to figure out the reason.
you were riding him, bouncing slowly, pressing your weight onto your knees while you took a break from your previous pace. katsuki looked heavenly underneath you, lips parted in awe and pleasure, his neck and chest glistening, cheeks slightly flushed. but his arms were spread out, palms face down, hands gripping the sheets.
after a moment, you made a decision, reaching down to grab his hands. you placed them on your cheeks and he looked at you with wide eyes, ready to pull away.
you leaned forward, "you're not going to hurt me" your voice was so sweet, and the way you looked into his eyes was so trusting, he couldn't help but crumble.
his head fell back, mouth open as he let out something between a groan and a whimper. his hands fell down to your waist and held on tight as he started to buck into you.
he tilted his head to look where you were connected, glancing up to where his hands were holding you, and groaned, fucking into you faster at the sight. "f-fuck."
you whined, cursing yourself as you matched his pace, making him hit deep, hands holding his down on your waist. "you'd never hurt me, katsuki."
he felt hot all over, his eyes rolled back, hips still bucking mindlessly chasing the both of your highs, fingertips digging into you "shit, baby–"
you were so soft, so vulnerable underneath his hands, the thought was making him spiral.
and when you felt that bubble burst, your legs trembling as you pulsed and clenched around him, he couldn't hold it for much longer. his voice broke as he moaned, practically breathless as he came inside you, the hardest he ever had.
katsuki's biggest fear in the beginning was his quirk going off while you were having sex / mdni
when you first started dating and getting intimate with katsuki, he wouldn't keep his hands on you for too long. he'd often dig his hands into the sheets, gripping them for dear life.
his worst fear was for when things got hot and heavy, and you both got sweaty, to hear a crackle and see a spark while he touched you.
you didn't really notice it at first, but when it became a pattern of fleeting hands and temporary touches, it stuck out to you. it didn't take long for you to figure out the reason.
you were riding him, bouncing slowly, pressing your weight onto your knees while you took a break from your previous pace. katsuki looked heavenly underneath you, lips parted in awe and pleasure, his neck and chest glistening, cheeks slightly flushed. but his arms were spread out, palms face down, hands gripping the sheets.
after a moment, you made a decision, reaching down to grab his hands. you placed them on your cheeks and he looked at you with wide eyes, ready to pull away.
you leaned forward, "you're not going to hurt me" your voice was so sweet, and the way you looked into his eyes was so trusting, he couldn't help but crumble.
his head fell back, mouth open as he let out something between a groan and a whimper. his hands fell down to your waist and held on tight as he started to buck into you.
he tilted his head to look where you were connected, glancing up to where his hands were holding you, and groaned, fucking into you faster at the sight. "f-fuck."
you whined, cursing yourself as you matched his pace, making him hit deep, hands holding his down on your waist. "you'd never hurt me, katsuki."
he felt hot all over, his eyes rolled back, hips still bucking mindlessly chasing the both of your highs, fingertips digging into you "shit, baby–"
you were so soft, so vulnerable underneath his hands, the thought was making him spiral.
and when you felt that bubble burst, your legs trembling as you pulsed and clenched around him, he couldn't hold it for much longer. his voice broke as he moaned, practically breathless as he came inside you, the hardest he ever had.
horny y/n jumping on bkg even though he’s exhausted from work and still helps her 🤤
i love goofy ideas like these. u WIN
you were the brave one today. working from home… all alone… unable to adjust to your lover not being around… even if he was at work and you planned for this weekday to be at home. especially when you heard him let himself into your apartment while you had to finish up a work call. it was the hastiest, a borderline unprofessional goodbye how you rushed to end the call because he was here finally.
you only saw him a few days ago after all.
stepping into your living room, bakugou katsuki is hard to miss. massive body sitting in the centre of your sofa, he’s got his head in his hands, elbows on his knees in silence, sporting a black hoodie and shorts.
“you okay?” you ask, practically floating to stand in front of him, tugging his hand so he can uncover his face for you.
when he pulls away, looking up at you, your heart drops to your clit. in sickness or health, whatever words you’ll be saying on your wedding day to this man… well, you get it now.
katsuki meets your eyes with these droopy ones, cushioned with two dark bags underneath them. to anyone else it looks like he’s gonna curse you out any second, his eyes are practically slits but you can note, it’s just tiredness, especially when he leans his head into your palm.
his posture is slouched, body completely and utterly exhausted. this pro hero, one of the best in the world, needs to be on at all times, ready for anything but you, you get the privilege of seeing him off. ready for bed and a hot shower.
katsuki rests his cheek in your palm, those angry ruby gems becoming puppy like, “‘m fine.”
next, his hands hold onto the backs of your thighs keeping you still so he can press his face into your stomach. you feel his whole body sigh into you.
“you don’t look it. you look like shit,” you offer and you get two bouncing shoulders in a short laugh.
“y’got a lisp now? you mean sexy?” he muffles into your stomach, then presses his chin into you so he can look at you properly.
you smooth down his eyebrows with your thumbs. you notice a touch of hoarseness in his words. you press your thighs together.
your smile is apparent in your voice, “you’ve got this defeated look going on.” you bite down on your bottom lip, “it is a little sexy. maybe a lot.”
bakugou thinks he’s in with the joke at the beginning, till you shuffle in closer to him, the press of your hand on his cheek gets harder and he notices the change of pitch in your breath. even the black of your pupils widen, he sees this in real time. you’re not joking at all actually.
that gets him sitting up slightly, a smirk falling on his features. you pout when he does, staring at his lips like a wife separated from their husband for years. he knows his smile is a killer for you, a soft sigh leaving you at the sight of his gold canine and white teeth.
“gimme a kiss,” he demands and the good listener you are, you lean down to press yours against his.
it’s family friendly for the most part, three pecks until his pawlike hands sneak up your thighs to under your ass cheeks.
when you both pull away, you’re staring at each other for a few seconds until you lick your thumb and rub under his eyebrow.
“you didn’t get all your eye stuff off,” you whisper, referring to his eye makeup he likes to put on under his mask.
bakugou grunts in response, letting you clean up the left over marks he didn’t scrub.
“how long have you been waitin’ for me?”
always so perceptive. it makes your eyes widen like you’ve been caught out. “well i’ve been working—,”
“baby,” he soothes, in that soft way like you’ve done something silly and you won’t get in trouble for admitting whatever it is. even though he already knows.
“since the morning,” you breathe, eager to undress on the spot, to get his hands on your bare skin, to jump on his lap and pull down his shorts.
but the exhaustion is still apparent on his body. his movements are noticeably slower now that he can let his guard down.
“hm,” he replies and you run your fingers through his hair, pushing all his blonde locks back to reveal his face. your boyfriend is incredibly handsome. you press an extra kiss to the scar on his cheek and bakugou pulls you in. your knees sink into the sofa as you straddle his lap.
hot hands that were under your ass, sneak under your blouse. they’re like a relief patch, causing your skin to buzz in anticipation.
“what d’you want?” he hums and you’re already ready for your body to bounce on something, fingers twitching as they rest on his shoulders.
“katsuki,” you whine, rubbing your nose against his. his eyelashes brush against yours. “don’t ask me that.”
nimble fingers shift to the little buttons at your blouse. bakugou works on you while you’re fighting your own internal battle.
“why not, baby?”
“you’re tired from saving the city. i’m not going to make you have sex with me because i’m horny.”
bakugou rolls his eyes, completely humoured by the way you let him shimmy you out of your blouse, now sitting on him in your pretty lace balconette bra. he kisses the softness of your breast and you’re completely reactive, arching your back into his face.
“y’think i don’t wanna love you?”
the wording makes you mewl, hugging katsuki’s big head to your chest. your body blushes with heat, unable to look him in the eye, “don’t be adorable when i want you to put me in doggy.”
bakugou chuckles, “on your knees. let me do it.”
“didn’t you have a long day today?”
he looks you in the eye, “the fuckin’ longest. sixteen hours, everyone was on my ass.”
“then you need to sleep.”
“or i can have sex with my girlfriend.”
you have the audacity to look shy, knowing there’s a damp patch if he checked your panties right now. “but you’re exhausted.”
“babygirl.”
“babyboy.”
bakugou raises his eyebrows, “that’s new. i dunno if i like that.”
you shuffle on his lap, your crotch right over his. you’re delighted to find he’s sporting a semi, in fact, it makes you want to rabidly rub yourself over him like an animal in heat.
you kiss the corner of his jaw, tugging the neckline of his hoodie so you have space to kiss his neck. bakugou’s eyes flutter shut in response, hands on your bare waist.
“you’re my baby and you’re my boy.”
bakugou tuts, grabbing the back of his hoodie and tugging it over his head. he’s got nothing on underneath it to your joy, leaving his bare chest on display for you. you lowly moan at the sight of his biceps, the scars that run through them, the discoloured skin that merges with his blushed skin. one hand on you, another giving his toned abdomen a necessary rub.
“i’m your man.”
“fuck,” you whisper, standing up to pull off your leggings and sitting back on his lap like you never left. “and you’re sure? not too tired?”
he’s uncouth when he hooks a finger in your underwear, then runs the pad of his thumb to gather your wetness over your clit. your body slumps into him, giving bakugou all your weight for him to hold up.
“you underestimate how easy it is for me to get you to come.” he smirks, chuffed at himself for how well he knows you. “could do this half asleep. i have done this half asleep.”
referring to the four am sex you had a few days ago when you came all over his fingers with his tongue in your throat. eyes closed and half conscious.
“don’t be so cocky,” you moan for the wrong reasons, loving the slow comfortable pace of his thumb. pleasure rolls through your body softly, your hands mindlessly palming him.
“take him out then.”
“don’t him your dick.”
but still you do, yanking down his shorts and feeling the saliva build in your mouth at the feeling then sight. his adonis belt, deep ridges and harsh muscle. then him, thick and heavy. his cute red tip with veins running up the length of him.
“you love it.”
you’re nodding without realising, placing your palm on the scar on the centre of your boyfriend’s chest.
“fuck me,” you whine, sitting on your knees and shuffling to adjust to sit on his cock. “wanna feel you, ‘tsuki.”
though he stops you, hands on your hips.
“on your hand and knees, babygirl. like you want.”
Reader who’s SHOCKED at seeing Izuku’s glowup in person and that’s only because they haven’t seen each other much after middle school since reader attended a different hero school and there comes ths unresolved feelings 👀
if you wanna make it smutty, feel free to hehe
When Did You Get Hot?!
summary: pro-hero!izuku x childhood bestie!reader who meet up at a fancy dinner and as soon as they see each other again, all the hidden feelings that have been held back bubble to the surface
warning/s: smut, mdni, 18+. fingering, cunnilingus, praising, penetration, protected sex, use of petnames
w/c: 3.1k~
The Hero Network Gala was supposed to be a professional event. Networking, handshakes, polite conversation. You hadn’t expected it to feel like stepping into a time machine.
You were standing near the refreshment table in a sleek black dress, nursing a drink, when you saw him.
Izuku Midoriya.
Except… it wasn’t the Izuku you remembered.
The boy who used to trail behind you in middle school with messy green curls, freckles, and a notebook always clutched to his chest was gone. In his place stood a tall, broad-shouldered man in a tailored black suit that hugged powerful arms and a solid chest. His hair was still green but styled shorter, neater, with a few curls falling over his forehead. The freckles remained, but they stretched across sharper cheekbones and a stronger jaw. Most noticeable were the faint scars across his hands and the quiet confidence in the way he carried himself.
Your heart slammed against your ribs.
He hadn’t seen you yet. He was talking with a few pro heroes, smiling that same soft, earnest smile you used to know so well. But everything else about him had changed.
You hadn’t seen Izuku in person since the end of middle school. Your family moved, and you transferred to a different hero academy on the other side of the country. Texts and occasional calls had faded over the years as both of you got swallowed by training and hero work. You always wondered about him, but seeing the reality in front of you was something else entirely.
Before you could decide whether to approach or hide, his eyes found yours across the room.
Izuku froze mid-sentence.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. Then his face split into the brightest, most genuine smile you’d ever seen. He excused himself from the group and started walking toward you, green eyes wide with disbelief.
You met him halfway.
“Oh my god,” you breathed, looking up at him. “Izuku…?”
He laughed, a little breathless. “It’s really you.”
You stared. Up close he was even more overwhelming. Taller. Broader. The suit did nothing to hide how much muscle he’d put on. His arms looked like they could bench press a car now. The shy, scrawny boy you used to defend from bullies had become… this.
“You look…” You couldn’t even finish the sentence. Your face felt hot. “Holy shit, Izuku.”
His cheeks flushed that familiar pink. “I could say the same about you. You look incredible.”
The two of you stood there for a second, just staring, before he pulled you into a hug. His arms were strong and warm, enveloping you completely. You hugged him back, breathing in the faint scent of cedar and something clean. He felt solid. Safe. Different.
When you pulled away, you were still staring.
“I can’t believe it,” you said, shaking your head. “You’re… huge. When did this happen?”
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed but smiling. “Years of training. One For All doesn’t exactly let you stay small.” His eyes softened as they roamed over your face. “I can’t believe you’re here. I kept hoping I’d run into you at one of these things.”
The unresolved feelings you’d buried years ago came rushing back all at once.
You two had been close in middle school. Really close. Late nights talking about heroes, him trusting you with his dreams about All Might, the almost-confessions that never quite happened before you moved away. You’d always wondered what could’ve been.
Now here he was — all grown up and looking at you like you were still the most important person in the room.
The gala faded into background noise as you spent the next hour catching up. Sitting together at a quiet table, knees brushing, voices low. He told you about UA, about All Might, about the war. You told him about your hero school, your own growth, the struggles of being far from home.
Every time he laughed, every time he leaned in closer, your stomach flipped.
“You know,” he said quietly, eyes flicking down to your lips for a split second, “I thought about you a lot over the years.”
Your heart skipped. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” His voice dropped. “More than I probably should’ve.”
The tension between you thickened. The air felt charged.
When the gala started winding down, Izuku hesitated. “Would you… want to get out of here? Catch up somewhere quieter?”
You didn’t even think twice. “Yes.”
You ended up at his apartment. It was neat, filled with hero memorabilia and notebooks, exactly what you’d expect from Izuku. The second the door closed behind you, the politeness cracked.
He turned to you, eyes dark. “I meant what I said earlier. I thought about you. A lot.”
You stepped closer. “I thought about you too. More than I admitted to myself.”
The kiss was inevitable.
Izuku cupped your face gently at first, but the moment your lips met, years of unresolved feelings poured out. The kiss deepened fast — hungry, desperate. His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You could feel how much he’d changed physically. The hard muscle under your palms. The way he towered over you now.
He backed you up until your back hit the wall, mouth never leaving yours. When he finally pulled back for air, his forehead rested against yours.
“I’ve wanted to do that since we were fifteen,” he admitted, voice rough.
You laughed breathlessly. “Same.”
His hands roamed down your sides, respectful but clearly wanting more. “Can I…?”
“Yes,” you whispered. “Please.”
Clothes came off in a heated rush. Izuku’s suit jacket hit the floor, followed by your dress. When he finally saw you in just your underwear, his breath caught.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, almost reverent. “Even more than I remembered.”
He lifted you effortlessly, hands under your thighs, and carried you to his bedroom. The strength in his arms made your stomach flutter. He laid you down gently on the bed, crawling over you, green eyes dark with lust and affection.
His mouth found your neck, then your collarbone, then lower. He took his time, kissing every inch of skin like he was making up for lost years. When he reached your breasts, he groaned softly, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his hand teased the other. You arched into him, fingers threading through his hair.
“Izuku…” you moaned.
He looked up at you, eyes hazy. “Say it again.”
“Izuku,” you breathed.
He kissed down your stomach, hands gentle but firm on your thighs as he spread them. When his mouth finally reached your core, you cried out. He was thorough, almost worshipful — licking and sucking with focused intensity, groaning against you like he was the one receiving pleasure. Two thick fingers joined his tongue, curling perfectly inside you.
You came hard the first time, thighs shaking around his head as you moaned his name.
But Izuku didn’t stop. He kept going, working you through it until you were trembling and oversensitive.
“Izuku, please—” you gasped. “I need you.”
He crawled back up, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on his tongue. You reached down and wrapped your hand around him. He was big. Thick. Rock hard and leaking. He groaned into your mouth as you stroked him.
“Condom?” you whispered.
He nodded, reaching into the nightstand. Once he was protected, he settled between your thighs, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance.
“Are you sure?” he asked, ever the gentleman even now.
You pulled him down into a kiss. “I’ve never been more sure.”
He pushed in slowly, stretching you open. The feeling was overwhelming. He was bigger than you expected, and the way he filled you made your eyes roll back. When he bottomed out, both of you moaned.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he breathed against your neck. “So tight… so perfect.”
He started moving, deep, steady thrusts that made your toes curl. One hand held your thigh open, the other braced beside your head. His control was impressive, but you could see it fraying at the edges.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Harder, Izuku.”
He groaned and gave you what you asked for. His hips snapped forward, pace increasing. The bed creaked beneath you. The sounds of skin against skin and your mingled moans filled the room.
“You’re so beautiful,” he panted, eyes locked on your face. “I can’t believe this is real. I’ve wanted you for so long—”
You kissed him hard, nails digging into his broad shoulders. He hit that perfect spot inside you with every thrust, and you felt yourself hurtling toward the edge again.
“I’m close,” you whimpered.
“Me too,” he groaned. “Cum for me, baby. Please.”
You shattered around him with a cry of his name. Izuku followed right after, burying himself deep as he came with a broken moan, hips stuttering.
Afterward, he collapsed beside you, pulling you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you tightly, like he was afraid you’d disappear. He pressed soft kisses to your forehead, your temple, your shoulder.
“I missed you,” he whispered. “So much.”
You snuggled closer, tracing a scar on his chest. “I missed you too.”
For the first time in years, the unresolved feelings between you didn’t feel unresolved anymore.
They felt like a beginning.
A/N: sooooo, while writing this fic I accidentally reloaded the page and had to rewrite it....BUTTTT, this is the first post with the new layout!! WOOHOOO
Note: Katsuki Bakugo knows it’s not a very good idea to date your best friend's sister, but he lives for a thrill.
The small, private briefing room at the agency was supposed to be restricted to the core team. It was just the old UA crew Katsuki, Eijiro, Mina, Sero, and Denki gathering to go over some unauthorized surveillance footage Denki had pulled from a underground street camera for their upcoming raid.
"Alright, look, I had to download the file directly from my personal drive sync because the agency network was lagging," Denki explained, casually tossing a thumb drive to Sero, who slotted it into the main projector console. "Just look at the file labeled 'Secret_Target_Mina_Do_Not_Delete'."
"Why the hell is my name on it?!" Mina snapped, tossing a pen at his head.
"Because I knew you wouldn't delete it!" Denki defended, tapping the screen. "Okay, casting to the main display now."
The massive wall projector flickered to life. But it wasn't grainy street-cam footage of a villain hideout.
The video didn't even play for a full three seconds, but it didn't need to.
The lighting on the screen was dim, capturing the unmistakable interior of Katsuki’s apartment. The camera had clearly been bumped active by accident, angled upward from a low coffee table. The clip was brief, but devastatingly clear: Katsuki’s massive, shirtless back was to the camera, his hands gripping a pair of familiar thighs, lifting them up.
And then, he shifted.
The angle caught your face perfectly in the low light—your eyes half-closed, a breathless, completely flushed expression on your face as Katsuki leaned down to press a heavy, possessive kiss to your jaw. Your profile was completely unmistakable. There was absolutely no denying who it was.
"Katsuki—" your voice gasped from the high-def speakers, sharp and full of friction.
STAB.
Denki didn't just unplug the drive; he physically tackled the terminal, ripping the HDMI cord completely out of the wall with a shower of blue sparks. The screen went entirely black, plunging the room into a suffocating, terrifying silence.
Nobody moved. Nobody breathed.
Mina’s hands flew to her mouth, her eyes darting like a frantic pinball between Katsuki and Eijiro. Sero slowly, carefully raised his hands in the air, sliding his rolling chair three feet away from the table to give himself a clear escape route.
Katsuki sat entirely frozen. For the first time in his life, the explosive hero looked completely white, his crimson eyes wide as he stared at the blank wall. A single, heavy drop of sweat rolled down his temple.
Right next to him, Eijiro hadn't made a sound. He was staring at the dead screen. Then, slowly, the heavy oak table beneath his hands began to creak.
CRACK.
A jagged, rock-hard texture tore across Eijiro's knuckles as his Hardening quirk activated with terrifying force. He didn't yell. He didn't explode. He just turned his head, his eyes completely dark, fixing a lethal, predatory gaze directly onto his best friend.
"Eijiro, man, let's talk about the raid logistics—" Denki squeaked from the floor, his voice cracking.
"Katsuki," Eijiro whispered, the sound like grinding boulders. "Was that my sister?"
Katsuki’s jaw clenched, his defensive instincts finally kicking in as smoking, crackling sparks began to pop violently in his own palms. He slid his chair back, bracing his boots against the floor. "Listen to me, Red Hair—"
"I AM GONNA PAINT THIS ROOM WITH YOUR EXPLOSIVE ASS!"
Eijiro roared, the sound shaking the light fixtures as he vaulted across the table, his hardened fist swinging with enough force to shatter concrete. Katsuki detonated a massive blast directly into Eijiro's chest to blast himself backward, crashing through the drywall of the briefing room and tumbling out into the hallway in a storm of dust and furious screaming.
"WE'VE BEEN dating for six months, you overprotective brick!" Katsuki yelled, dodging a follow-up strike that completely pulverized a nearby water cooler.
"YOU DIE TODAY, BAKUGO!" Eijiro bellowed, chasing him down the corridor as Mina and Sero frantically ran after them with tape and capture scarves, trying to prevent a double-homicide in the middle of a pro agency.
