The air was cold everything around them was cold except for them. Hiding under the sheets was Izuku and Y/N, izuku trying his hardest to keep both of them under the warmth of the sheets while also thrusting himself in and out of Y/N the warmth of their bodies keeping them warm. Skin to skin, thrusting, the sensation of his cock sliding in her. He wanted to keep the warmth in while also trying to satisfy her. Them under the covers was all that mattered.
He was tired and sore, the hero work had him drained, he just couldn't wait to get home and crash. He wasn't expecting much from you because you had probably been asleep. And he was more excited to cuddle in bed with you. He got to the front door and opened it, the smell from your cooking hit him harder than any villain he had faced. Everything he loved sitting there, his favorite food and his favorite woman. He didn't expect you to stay up this late cooking for him. “I love you” was the first thing that came out of his mouth before you two sat down and enjoyed the food.
KATSUKI
Katsuki never showed that he was tired. He was sore and drained but with you he could always show that side of him. There were certain moments where he was but it was rare. He had just been walking home from the agency. His footsteps were heavy; you could hear them from a mile away. All he was worried about was getting back to you and getting in bed to prepare for another day. But as soon as he unlocked the door the aroma of food hit him. He didn't know you would make this for him after all the work he thought you were sleeping. “You didn't have to do this.” he said to you as he walked in “I thought you were asleep I was ready to join you.”
SHOTO
Shoto never really broke a sweat from hero work. But of course he was tired. He couldn't wait to see you and tell you everything that had happened. But he was expecting you to be sleeping waiting to fully fall asleep once he came in bed. But once he unlocked the door you were standing with a bright smile greeting him as he walked in. He saw all the food you prepared for him. “This is amazing i didnt know you would do all of this for me” Pulling you in for a hug and a kiss. As you sat down with him happy to enjoy this food.
the next bed over ɞ·˚ katsuki bakugo x f!reader (kirishima included)
𑣲 stuck in the same room, kirishima overhears you two—completely turned on by his two best friends fucking. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
the large hotel room was dark, lit only by the faint glow of the city outside. their relaxing group trip changed when a plumbing issue down the hall completely ruined kirishima's room. since you and katsuki had a suite with two king beds, letting a best friend crash there made perfect sense.
but right now, you were starting to realize exactly how inconvenient it was.
the room was dead silent except for the quiet hum of the ac and the rustle of sheets. katsuki spooned you tightly from behind, his warm chest pressed flat against your back, with his heavy arm slung around your waist.
you had both assumed kirishima was in a deep sleep, considering he'd faced the opposite wall, pulled the duvet over his shoulders, and started snoring softly an hour ago. katsuki's touch changed from sleepy to needy, moving from your thighs to your ass, before squeezing your tits.
"katsuki.." you whispered and fluttered your eyes shut, melting into his touch.
"get some sleep." he muttered into your neck, trying to act like it was just a normal night. "it's late."
his words said one thing, but his actions said another. his boxers were hooked around his thighs and your damp underwear was pushed to the side. you felt the head of his cock pressing right against your slick walls.
he tilted his hips slowly, guiding his cock all the way inside you in one perfect push.
you dug your fingers into the sheets to stay quiet, gasping at how thick and full he felt from behind.
"fuck, you're so tight.." a rough growl left his lips against your neck, completely laced. moving in a slow, deep rhythm, he buried himself to the hilt every time his hips rolled forward.
"katsuki, please." you whimpered, burying your face into the pillow to muffle the desperate noises wanting to escape your throat. you couldn't tell if the pleasure was amplified because you had to be quiet, or because kirishima was in the very next bed. "he's right there.."
"don't worry about him. just take it." he grunted, his lips brushing your jawline as he picked up the pace. he gripped your hip tighter, holding you against his heavy, relentless thrusts. "yeah.. you like that? feel how wet you are for me?"
you could only nod frantically against the pillow, tears pricking your eyes from how good he felt.
"not too loud, baby.." his commanding whisper made you squeeze around him, and he hid his face in your hair, groaning softly as he hit your sweet spot over and over again. "good girl. shit—just like that." his voice dropped, low and strained.
meanwhile, on the other side of the hotel room, kirishima was fighting a losing battle with his own mind.
he wasn't asleep. he hadn't been asleep for the last ten minutes—sleep was a lost cause, leaving him wide awake with a stubborn hard-on.
he stared at the dark wallpaper just an inch from his face. he had woken up to the subtle shift in the room's atmosphere, and by the time he realized what was happening, it was way too late to fake a cough or sit up without making things incredibly awkward.
the wet slide of skin, your muffled gasps, and bakugo's deep, dirty talk cut through the quiet room like a chainsaw. it wasn't loud at all, but it was engraving itself deeply into his mind.
his own body was reacting to it. he was starting to wish he could see—every time he was a third wheel, he couldn't help but imagine you and katsuki having sex together. he even let himself fantasize about actually joining in.
just go to sleep, think about training, think about rocks.. he pleaded in his mind. but all he could think about was how you'd sound without holding back if it was just the two of you alone—the face you'd be making, how you'd be clawing at the bed or katsuki's hair.. dammit.
your shaky moans started to grow louder, cut off when katsuki covered your mouth with his hand right before the distinct, heavy thud of his hips moved faster.
you and katsuki were getting closer to the edge, and as kirishima slowly slid his hand underneath the waistband of his pants, he knew he'd be right there along with you two.
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𑣲 your best friend, katsuki, gives you a lesson on giving head. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
the tv buzzed in the background of your bedroom, but neither of you paid attention to the screen. propped against the headboard, katsuki scrolled through his phone with his usual scowl. you sat cross-legged at the opposite end of the bed, staring up at the ceiling—utterly exhausted from venting.
"i'm just saying." you groaned, throwing a pillow at his leg. "it's frustrating. how are we supposed to just know what to do? it's not like there's a manual for it."
without looking up from his screen, katsuki caught the pillow with one hand and tossed it aside. "it's not calculus, idiot." he muttered. "you just do it. it's technique."
"easy for you to say." you rolled your eyes, turning to face him. "you act like an expert on everything."
"i don't act like it." he smirked. "i just am." he said cockily, finally dropping his phone onto the mattress to lock his eyes onto yours. "and if whoever you were with was complaining, they probably didn't know what they wanted anyway." he sneered. "or you were just terrible, which is highly likely.."
"i wasn't terrible." you shot back, a flush of heat creeping up your neck—half frustration, half embarrassment. "i just.. i don't know if i'm doing it right. the angles are weird, my jaw gets tired, and i feel like i'm just guessing the whole time. i wish someone would just tell me exactly what to do without it being a whole awkward thing."
katsuki scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. the room fell quiet as the casual banter suddenly felt heavier. his eyes narrowed as he tracked the flush on your cheeks, letting out a sharp click of his tongue.
"you're pathetic." he muttered, his usual sharp tone replaced by a low roughness. he slid down the bed deliberately until his knees nearly brushed yours. "if you're gonna do something, you don't guess. you do it right."
you blinked, caught off guard by how close he suddenly was. "what is that supposed to mean?"
"you're never gonna get it just listening to me talk." he muttered, his hand moving to the tied strings of his sweatpants. "move over."
a mix of nerves and excitement hit you when you looked down and saw the outline of his dick against the grey fabric. "katsuki? what are you doing?"
"giving you a practical lesson so you can quit whining." he slid his sweatpants down to his thighs, just enough to free himself. he was already leaking, getting thick and heavy just from listening to you complain all night. "you want to learn how to do it right? practice on someone who's actually gonna tell you the truth."
you'd seen him half-naked for years after workouts or just lounging around, but this was entirely different. the reality of your best friend sitting on your bed, completely exposed and waiting for you, made your skin tingle with sudden anticipation. there was no point in lying now—you secretly wanted this for years. it was always a fantasy.
closing the final bit of distance, you slowly knelt right between his thighs. he stayed entirely still, eyes tracking your every move while his clenched jaw, trying and failing to hide the sudden heat on his cheeks.
"don't just dive in." he commanded softly, his hand reaching out to cup the back of your neck, his thumb resting right against your pulse point. "use your hands first."
you reached out and wrapped your fingers right around the base of his cock. you wanted him all at once, staring at the slick, pink head. his breath hitched sharply through his nose as his fingers tightened just a bit against your neck.
"like this?" you whispered, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
"yeah.." he grumbled, his eyes darker than before. "now, look at me while you do it. don't look down like you're ashamed of what you're doing. own it."
following his words, you leaned forward, parting your lips and letting the warmth of your breath brush against the sensitive tip. katsuki's hips gave a slight twitch upward.
"good." he muttered, his voice strained now—cracking under the physical reality of your mouth inches away from him. "now.. wrap your lips over your teeth. completely. if i feel a single scratch, lesson's over."
you took him in slowly, testing the waters. the size of him filled your mouth, and you focused entirely on the sensation, swirling your tongue around the tip just like he had hinted earlier.
a low hiss escaped from him—a noise you had never heard him make before. it sent a thrill of pure power straight down your spine.
"f-fuck.." he choked out, his fingers tangling into your hair. "just like that—keep that exact pressure. you're doing fine.. too damn fine."
you swirled your tongue over the sensitive ridge again, tasting the sweetness of his arousal. hearing that raw, breathless praise leave his lips—sounds he usually kept locked tightly behind closed doors or buried under angry scoffs—sent a jolt of pure adrenaline straight through you.
"take more of it." you sank lower, taking him deep until his tip touched the back of your throat. "yeah, there we go.." his fingers trembled where they tangled in your hair, entirely caught up in the pleasure of a lesson he was supposed to be scolding you for.
knowing you had this effect on katsuki, it didn't just motivate you—it made you want to push him even further. you tightened your grip around his base, using your hand to mimic the upward slide of your mouth as you took him a little deeper, just like he instructed.
"ah—fuck." a heavy groan left him as his head snapped back against the mattress, his hips rolling up into your mouth in a helpless, automatic reaction to the sudden suction. he squeezed his eyes shut, his jaw straining so hard the cords in his neck stood out. "are you.. shit.. did you seriously even need the fucking help?"
you stayed quiet, humming softly against his skin. the sudden, muffled vibration shot straight through him, shattering whatever control he had left.
"f-fast learner, my ass." he choked out, his breath hitching as you picked up the pace, sliding your lips up and down his length with perfect pressure. "you're doing this on purpose. damn it, y/n.."
he opened his eyes, and they were completely dark, blown out with a mixture of sheer disbelief and overwhelming pleasure. the fierce, confident look he always wore was entirely gone, replaced by a heavy hunger that made the air in your bedroom feel thick and suffocating. he looked down at you, his chest heaving.
Your mouth was warm, wet, and wrapping around him so perfectly that it was starting to feel overwhelming. the friction was becoming too much, heat pooling low in his gut too quickly.
"wait—" katsuki suddenly rasped, his fingers tightening in your hair, firmly but gently pulling your head back until you were forced to release him with a soft pop.
you let out a quiet gasp, blinking up at him with flushed cheeks, a thin strand connecting your wet lips to the glistening tip of his dick.
he panted, shoulders heaving as he stared down at you with a red face. he swallowed hard, his hips giving a frustrated little twitch the second he lost the intense warmth of your mouth.
"this was supposed to be a fuckin' lesson." he grumbled as he brought his thumb up to your chin, gripping it just tightly enough to force you to keep eye contact.
he dragged his thumb over your wet lower lip, staring intently at your face. the look in your eyes told him everything—you weren't done with him yet.
"you want to keep going?" he whispered, his gaze dropping to your mouth before flicking back to your eyes. "or are you satisfied? 'cause you clearly know exactly what the hell you're doing. you don't need my damn help."
you finally got it—the real secret to giving good head was actually wanting to do it. and you wanted nothing more.
❥ IN WHICH, Y/N and Katsuki had always been stubbornly alike—a trait built over years of childhood friendship that was finally turning into something much deeper.
"Put it on."
"I don't want your stupid bandaid." The two kids kept bickering, just like they always did.
"Take it, dumbass! You're bleeding on the sand!"
"I don't care! It doesn't even hurt!"
It did hurt, but admitting that meant letting Katsuki win, and Y/N would rather eat the sand than give him the satisfaction. They had been like this since they were old enough to speak—far too stubborn to back down.
To everyone else, Katsuki was terrifying, but to Y/N, he was just a angry boy who thought he was the boss.
"You're an idiot." Katsuki huffed and dropped to one knee, grabbing her ankle with a grip that was far softer than his harsh voice.
"Now shut up and hold still." He muttered in deep concentration as he slapped the bandage on before standing up to look down at her with a proud smirk. "There. Now stop crying about it."
"I wasn't crying!" Y/N yelled, scrambling to her feet to match his height, glaring at him with a flushed face. "You're the one who's gonna be crying when my ankle heals!"
"Like hell I will!" Katsuki barked back, popping a tiny spark from his right palm. "Your ankle's weak anyway! I could beat you even if you had rocket boosters on your feet!"
"My ankle is not weak!" Y/N stomped her good foot into the dirt. "I just tripped because the stupid rock got in my way! It has nothing to do with me!"
"You tripped because you weren't looking where you were going, blindy!"
"I am not clumsy!"
"Are too!"
Even as pro heroes years later, they still held onto the same stubborn attitude they had as kids.
A fierce storm raged outside, but the silence inside Dynamight's office was heavy.
Y/N sat on the desk with her legs dangling, her hero costume peeled back to reveal the deep cut across her forearm. She stared hard at the floor with a clenched jaw, ignoring the dark bruise forming around the stopped wound.
Katsuki stood between her knees, still in his costume with his gauntlets tossed carelessly by the door. He stood there holding a bottle of antiseptic and a fresh roll of medical gauze.
He was no doctor, but caring for her was a routine he knew by heart. Especially since her ego never allowed any non-professional to handle her wounds. He was surprisingly calm after pulling her out of the storm, replacing his typical loud lecturing with a heavy tension.
"I can do it." Y/N muttered, her voice rough. She reached for the gauze, her hand trembling just the slightest from exhaustion—which didn't go unnoticed by him. "It's just a scratch. I've had worse."
Staring at her hand without letting go of the roll, he told her to shut up in a low, raspy whisper.
Pressing the antiseptic to her arm made her sharply inhale, but she refused to cry out, gripping the desk with all her might. She did everything she could to keep her composure and hide her breaking point from him.
"You're an idiot." His low voice broke the silence while his hands worked with steady precision, gently wrapping the gauze around her cut. "You always do this. You think you're invincible."
"I did what I had to do." She whispered, her eyes tracking the movement of his hands. He was so close she could feel the heat radiating off his chest, wrapping around her in the chilly room. "If I didn't take the hit, the villain would have—"
"I don't care about the damn villain." Katsuki's voice carried a rare emotion he almost never let surface. He pulled the gauze tight and left his thumb resting on her wrist, finally looking up to lock his fierce eyes onto hers. "I had it covered. You don't jump in front of a blade for me. Never."
The space between them felt nearly non-existent, charged with years of unsaid things, of boundaries they constantly pushed but never crossed.
The stubbornness that usually kept them apart felt different tonight—it felt like a protective wall they were both leaning against, desperate not to let the other see how terrified they actually were.
"I'm not going to just watch you get hurt, Katsuki." Her voice was softer now, losing its defensive edge. "You know I can't do that."
He glanced briefly at her lips before locking his eyes back onto hers. His grip on her wrist tightened just enough to let her feel the tremor in his own fingers.
He hated it—He hated how much she mattered, how easily she could throw him off his focus just by being careless with her own safety.
"Then get stronger." He grumbled, lingering for a moment as he finished the bandage before stepping back. "So I don't have to waste my time patching you up."
Y/N looked down at the perfect bandage on her arm, looking back up with a small, bittersweet smile once he turned away to throw away the trash.
"You're a terrible nurse, Katsuki."
"Keep talking and I'll rip it off." He muttered back, though the tension in his shoulders had finally begun to ease.
When the silence softened, he stepped forward and caught her staring at his lips, causing a small smirk to form as he leaned in close to read her mind.
"You done talking shit?" He used the quiet voice he saved only for her.
"If I'm not?" A small smirk slowly mirrored his own as she whispered back.
"I can think of a few ways to stop you from talking." He made his solution perfectly clear, hooking his finger under her chin to tilt her head up.
Perhaps something had changed after all these years, something much sweeter.
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𑣲 you always admired katsuki's strength. especially when he used his strength on you in all the right ways. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
he took every chance to carry you, lifting you effortlessly from the car to the front door when your feet were tired.
and when you were both too eager to wait, unable to even reach the bedroom—he held you up easily, hands gripping your ass while he buried himself inside you, legs locked tightly around his waist.
otherwise, he’d simply toss you over his shoulder and take you to bed.
he changed positions with ease, shifting your body effortlessly. he’d pin your hands above your head or push your legs back to hit the perfect angle.
hands held behind your back when fucking you from behind, pinning you to the mattress with a hand on your back—completely ruining you.
using his strength on you was never to hurt you, only to care for you deeper.
𑣲 except katsuki wants more than casual. — PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE
Complain about the stress, hook up in private, make each other feel good—call it a friendship, and repeat. A perfect strategy to avoid the vulnerability of a real relationship.
So what the hell was on his screen right now?
He gripped his phone so tight he completely forgot about his workout. The sun was barely up, but he was already frozen in the empty gym, staring at a blog post that took only thirty minutes to blow up.
"Pro Hero Y/N spotted with a special someone! Is a new romance blossoming?" The bold, obnoxious headline was completely impossible to miss.
Katsuki glared at the photo, which was obviously the work of some parasite photographer who didn't know the meaning of privacy.
But he knew exactly how the internet worked, always making assumptions miles away from the truth. If you really went out on a date, you would've had the decency to tell him and cut ties—or so he hoped.
He shut his phone off and tossed it aside, grabbing a pair of heavy dumbbells in a useless attempt to erase the image from his mind.
Heavy lifting usually cleared his mind, but today the weights felt light. Too light. Not even a brutal workout could distract him from that damn photo. The image of some extra sitting across from you at a cafe, smiling while you drank your coffee.. It drove him fucking insane.
He also wasn't about to force an explanation from you or be up your ass. He had no right to be this pissed when you two weren't even in a fucking relationship. Still, he wasn't about to sit around and let his chest burn all morning.
Your morning had started out busy but peaceful, but that didn't last for long. "Thank you so much for taking the time to meet for coffee and go over everything, Y/N—I promise I won't let the agency down." Looking at how perfectly he carried himself in his professional attire, you knew he’d be an asset to the agency.
"I know you won't. See you tomorrow!" You waved goodbye and watched him disappear around the corner toward the train station.
With the meeting wrapped up, you pulled out your phone and sighed in relief, completely unaware that your quiet morning was about to end. Your screen lit up with a flood of notifications. Your agency’s media team, group chats, tags on social media—It was a mess of missed alerts that had piled up over the last half hour.
Your eyes didn't waste a second lingering on the media frenzy. Everything else completely blurred the exact second you saw a single, demanding text sitting right at the top of your lock screen.
Katsuki.
You froze right there on the sidewalk. Forgetting the rest of the internet completely, You instantly tapped the only notification that actually mattered right now.
Katsuki : Who the hell is the guy.
Y : Good morning to you too! What guy?
Katsuki : Don't play dumb with me.
Katsuki : The cafe. Who is he.
Y : Relax, it’s just the new sidekick hire. My assistant is out sick so I had to do his onboarding over coffee.
Y : It’s strictly work, Kats.
Katsuki stared at the words, his thumb hovering over the screen. You weren't seeing someone else. You hadn't replaced him.
But his possessiveness didn't care about paperwork or sick assistants. It cared about the fact that the entire internet was matching you up with someone else, while what you and him had going on was forced to stay hidden in the dark.
Katsuki : Tell him to keep his distance.
Katsuki : The internet is already shipping you two. It's annoying as hell.
Y : Wow are you jealous that someone else had my attention?
Katsuki : Shut up. I couldn't care less about that. It’s just pathetic how clueless everyone is.
Katsuki : They have no fucking idea that I’m the only one who gets to hear how loud you really get.
Y : Sounds like you're reminiscing, Bakugo. Are you missing me already?
Katsuki : In your dreams. Just reminding you who really gets your attention.
Y : Loud and clear, loudmouth.
Y : I gotta start my shift before the agency completely loses it. Stay safe today, Kats!
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𑣲 except katsuki wants more than casual. — PART ONE | PART TWO
Knock! Knock! Knock!
There it was—the exact knock he'd been waiting to hear.
He opened the door only to find you looking completely worn out from your day. Gently pulling you inside, he immediately took your heavy bag and slipped the shoes off your tired feet.
He didn't ask any questions—He didn't need to.
You and him had rules. Boundaries. But watching you curl into a ball on his sofa, Katsuki knew deep down that no other man could look after you the way he did. No one else would know the exact pressure needed for your tense shoulders, or notice you were overwhelmed by the slight shift in your breathing before you did.
Just thinking about anyone else holding you—or taking your fragile trust for granted—sent a wave of possessive jealousy through his veins.
As he sat beside you on the couch, he could see how heavy and exhausted your eyes were. Without a word, you reached out and let your fingers catch the hem of his shirt. Such a small gesture was enough to send a surge of pride through his chest.
When you reached your absolute breaking point, he was the only person you went to.
"Yeah, I know." Katsuki whispered, his hand gentle on your arm as he pulled you close against his chest. He rested his chin on top of your head, soothing you with a gentle back rub as he breathed in your familiar scent.
You were all his, and he was going to make damn sure you never doubted that he was the only one who could hold you together.
A moment like this was never something he took casually.
You turned your tense back to him at his gentle nudge, letting out a soft, grateful hum the second Katsuki's large hands found your shoulders, kneading the stress right out of you.
He knew exactly where you carried your tension, exactly how much pressure to apply without hurting you. Hell, he knew every inch of your body better than you knew it yourself.
You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, murmuring in a low, exhausted voice about your absolute hell of a day—the day's frustrations, setbacks, and the exhaustion of trying to meet every expectation.
Katsuki didn't interrupt. He just listened with a tight jaw as he absorbed every word, his thumbs smoothing out the tension in your back as if he could physically pull the burdens off your shoulders himself.
When you finally ran out of words a peaceful silence settled over the room. The stress melted from your shoulders, leaving you completely soft under his hands.
Katsuki let his thumbs trace one last, lingering path down the curve of your spine before his hands rested on your waist. He desperately wanted to pull you against his chest, turn you to face him, and tell you straight to your face that he wanted to do this for you every single night for the rest of their lives. Fuck, maybe that was too much..
But he didn't want this just for tonight—He wanted it forever.
"I needed this.." He could practically hear the relieved smile on your face. "I needed you, Kats."
A sudden flicker of hope lit up in his eyes at your words, only to be completely crushed by the casual, easy tone of your voice. It wasn't the confession he yearned to hear. It wasn't an admission of love, or a plea to change what they were.
Swallowing hard, Katsuki buried his own aching desire and pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder. He knew exactly what you meant. He was your perfect escape, a familiar and reliable comfort to run to after a brutal day just to get your head straight before reality caught up.
You meant it with the same casualness you'd shared for months, just friends who took care of each other when things got heavy.
After all, it was what you two had agreed on in the first place. He swore he'd never fall this hard—yet here he was, never wanting to let you go.
"Yeah, well.." Katsuki mumbled quietly, sliding his warm hands under your shirt while his lips traced a slow trail of kisses straight down your spine.
Each tender touch and soft kiss said everything he couldn't say out loud right now. "I'm right here."
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Y/N is out having fun with her friends, but Izuku can't stop thinking about her. As the hours drag by, everything reminds him of the girl he loves, and he finds himself checking his phone nonstop. When a simple text from Y/N finally arrives, Izuku realizes that sometimes the hardest part of loving someone is waiting for them to come home.
Izuku sat on the couch staring at his phone after what seemed to be the thousandth time, he sat there waiting for a text back. Y/N had only been out with her friends for a few hours, but to him it felt like days.
He sighed and plopped himself backwards
“She’s having fun,” he reminded himself “I should be happy.”
Yet everything he owned in the apartment reminded him of her. The plushie with her face on it. The countless pictures of them on his walls. The scent of her spray was everywhere. Even the show that they would watch together felt wrong watching without her.
Even trying to play video games to distract himself didn't work.
His thumb pressed into their chat and he started typing.
I miss you.
Then he deleted it it didn't want to seem like a bug to her he wanted her to enjoy her time out but it was killing him how much he missed her.
He typed again after.
I really miss you.
But yet again he deleted it but then his phone buzzed.
Y/N: Having fun, but i miss you too.
Getting this message Izuku's face instantly turned red.
Before he was even able to respond she texted again.
Y/N: I'll be home soon.
A huge smile spread across his face as he hugged his phone to his chest.
katsuki bakugo who is secretly obsessed with the dominant way you take full control over his body and claim what's yours.
𑣲 bottom!bakugo who attempts to stay loud and bossy while you're on top, but loses all his words to a pathetic whimper when you graze the sensitive skin along his chest.
𑣲 bottom!bakugo who hides his burning face in the crook of his elbow, his fingers digging bruisingly deep into your thighs as his body shudders beneath yours.
𑣲 bottom!bakugo who clenches his jaw shut or bites his bottom lip to hold back a loud groan, furious at how easily you make him vocal.
𑣲 bottom!bakugo who tracks your every movement with a dazed, heavy stare, too proud to ever admit how addictive it is to look up and see you completely taking charge.
𑣲 bottom!bakugo who pulls you down by your waist so he can bury his face in your chest, blindly catching your breast with his mouth to suck hard and drown out the dirty sounds he's making.
𑣲 bottom!bakugo who lets out a strained whimper when the tightness becomes too much, gripping your hips tightly to beg you with breathless curses to slow down—"Slower, baby—fuck, you're trying to ruin me, aren't you?"
𑣲 bottom!bakugo who looks up at you with completely dazed, heavy-lidded eyes, while he purposely thrusts his hips up to meet you, losing his mind over how perfectly you clamp around him.
𑣲 bottom!bakugo who won't let you look away for even a second, his hand gently wrapping around your neck to hold you centered just to watch you both go over the edge together.
𑣲 bottom!bakugo who completely melts into the mattress after you finish, hiding his face in the crook of your neck while his fingers stay tangled in your hair, refusing to let you move away.
𑣲 katsuki apologizing while still inside ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
katsuki was positioned completely on top, gently pinning her hands above her head with his fingers intertwined with hers. he raised his head from her neck, locking his gaze deeply with hers.
"you still mad at me?" his usual explosive voice dropped into a quiet rasp. her breathing was uneven, chest heaving softly against his.
"a bit.." she whispered breathlessly. a flicker of genuine regret softened his expression—he leaned down, closing the distance between them until she could feel the heat radiating from his skin.
"didn't mean to, baby.." he truly meant it, looking down at her with raw vulnerability.
"had a long week. y'know how i can get sometimes, and m'sorry." hearing the genuine remorse in his tone made her remaining anger vanish, but the physical reality of their current position made it incredibly difficult to think straight, let alone talk.
"katsuki, do we have to talk about it now?" she emphasized, as his cock stayed deep and completely hard inside her.
his eyes were warm, even as a smirk tugged at his mouth—clearly amused by her breathy distraction. pressing his forehead against hers, he gave her pinned hands a gentle, tightening squeeze.
"yeah." he murmured against her lips, teasing her with a slow twitch of his hips. "we do. i can multitask."
he kissed her softly to catch her breath before drawing his hips back and driving right back in with a deep, unhurried stroke that made her back arch off the mattress.
a moan spilled from her lips as her fingers tried to curl into his, though he kept her hands firmly pinned against the pillow.
"fucking missed you." he groaned, setting a deep pace that maximized every bit of friction until she was trembling beneath him. "spent the whole week out of my mind because we left things messed up."
another deep, heavy push pulled a breathless whimper from her. katsuki caught the sound with his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth before pulling back just enough to look at her again. his eyes were dark and intense—entirely consumed by her.
"i get in my head." he went on, his hips moving forward in a steady rhythm as his words vibrated against her chest. "get pissed off at work, take it home.. shouldn't have shut you out. look at me, y/n."
she forced her eyes open, blinking through the haze of pleasure as he hit a spot that made her whine. "m'listening.." she whispered, her voice strained as she tried to handle the overwhelming depth of each slow stroke he delivered.
"yeah.." he muttered, his expression softening with possessive warmth as he continued to murmur between deep, perfect thrusts. "nowhere else i'd rather be. we're fixing this. right here."
katsuki wants more than casual, but duty calls first.
He’s trying. He really is. He has spent the last two hours trying to focus on literally anything else—the stupid sports broadcast on the TV, Kirishima’s rambling about a new training regimen, the grime on the condiment bottles. But every single time you laugh, his eyes betray him.
His gaze snaps right back to you, tracking the way your eyes crinkle, the way your shoulders gently shake, and the way you effortlessly lie through your teeth about being single.
Because you aren't single. Not really.
"Come on, Y/N!" Mina whines, propping her chin on her hands. "There has to be someone. Your love life cannot be this dry!"
Katsuki is gripping his chopsticks so tightly his knuckles are white. He shoved a massive mouthful of noodles into his mouth, chewing with an aggressive intensity that screamed mind your damn business, even though he’s doing the exact opposite.
He was usually great at lying and caring even less, but this time was different. The higher he rose in the ranks, the more he realized he wanted to balance both his career and you—But that was something he'd keep to himself.
He refused to complicate your busy life or ruin the dynamic.
"I'm telling you, Mina, it's completely nonexistent. Between patrol shifts and agency paperwork, my bed is the only thing I have a committed relationship with." You played the part so well that, for a split second, even he almost believed you.
You belonged to him behind closed doors, both too busy climbing the hero charts to afford a real relationship. This—the late-night knocks on the door, the shared heat, the quiet understanding that you have each other's backs unconditionally without the messy labels—was supposed to keep things simple.
It was meant to keep distractions away and make life easier.
Instead, you’re all he can think about. And it left him wondering if he was the only one falling.
"Hey." Katsuki’s gruff voice cut through the goodbyes as everyone parted ways, gesturing to his car. "I'm driving you home. Get in."
You waved goodbye to the others and got in, the click of the door sealing you both in sudden isolation. The ride was suffocatingly silent—Katsuki shifting gears with brutal force while refusing to look your way.
You knew him too well. Knowing his moods all too well, you could tell this wasn't explosive rage, but a quiet, simmering irritation.
"Careful, Bakugo, you’re gonna break the steering wheel if you grip it any tighter." You teased lightly.
He let out a low grumble, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror before anchoring back on the road. "Shut up. Drive's fine."
"Mm-hmm." You hum, shifting in your seat so you’re facing him more directly. "You’ve been glaring at me the entire night, until now. Is this about what I said to Mina?"
Katsuki’s hands tighten even further. "Don't flatter yourself. I don't give a shit about whatever garbage comes out of your mouth."
Having your full attention eased his tension, but his hidden desire for you was becoming impossible to ignore.
Stopping right outside your building, he cut the headlights but left the car idling, letting the soft motor purr fill the silence.
The moment he let go of the wheel and looked at you, his eyes softened, everything he'd been suppressing for months suddenly rushing to the surface as his gaze flicked to your lips.
He’s tired of the secrecy. He’s tired of the boundaries. He’s ready to just admit it—to tell you that the arrangement isn't enough anymore. He doesn't want to break it off; he wants more. He wanted all of you, completely.
But the moment he parted his lips to say your name—
Ring! Ring! Ring!
The harsh, loud vibration of your agency phone cut through the air like a knife—a brutal reminder that you were both far too busy for this—for love.
Your expression flipped from playful to strictly professional. "It's the sidekick from the night shift. There’s a containment breach near the commercial district."
Katsuki freezes, the words dying in his throat. He watches you hit answer—"Yeah, I'm down the street. Give me three minutes, I'll intercept."
With practiced speed, you locked your phone and unbuckled your seatbelt. The bubble is gone. The reality of your lives has crashed back in, cold and demanding.
"I have to run." You turned to him with an apologetic, breathless smile. "Thank you for the ride, Katsuki."
Before he can even process the use of his first name, you lean across the console. Your lips pressed gently against his cheek—a lingering, warm touch that jolted his chest—before you threw the door open and sprinted into the night, your coat fluttering behind you.
A harsh, necessary slap in the face from reality. Confessing tonight, breaking the rules of what you had built, would have been the wrong choice. Your lives are too loud, too dangerous, and too occupied to carry the weight of a traditional romance right now. The boundaries were there to protect both of your careers, and you had just proven exactly why.
He didn't say it. He couldn't. But Katsuki knows it doesn't change a single damn thing. The unspoken love he has for you doesn't vanish—it just settles deeper into his chest, burning just as fiercely, waiting for the next time you knock on his door.
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After Y/N had been craving and talking about apples. Izuku sets out on a mission to make sure he gets the best apples for her.
All Week Y/N Had been talking about apples. Apples this apples that, the only thing that she had been talking about was the apples.
While cooking dinner, she mentioned craving sweet red apples. The type of apples she used to get with her mom as a kid. The apples where at this little market her and her mom used to go to but she seemingly forgot where it was.
She had gone on a grocery run to the area but she went to the wrong store. The Apples didn't taste the same at all.
But By the 5th day of hearing about her apple craving, Izuku decided he was gonna go on a mission and find these perfect apples and surprise her.
After work, he had stopped at three different markets before finally finding a cute small little fruit stand hidden behind two stores. As he got to the stand he carefully checked every single apple for bruises, softness and weird spots until the owner pointed him out and started laughing.
“You’re taking apple finding way too seriously” The owner says with a chuckle
“These are for someone important.” Izuku said quietly continuing to inspect another apple
“You know, most people just grab the fruit and leave.”
“O-oh- I'm sorry. I just need to make sure they’re good, you know?”
“They for your girlfriend?”
Izuku’s face immediately turned red
“How- did- yes”
The owner laughed warmly.
“Relax kid, I only asked because you’ve been staring at the apple like they personally offended you.”
Izuku awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.
“She’s been talking about these apples all week, and I wanted to surprise her. She used to come here with her mom as a kid all the time. I wanted her to taste that again.”
“I remember seeing a little girl and her mom all the time, she loved apples so much I used to have a selective batch for her all the time. But as time went by other stores my little old stand was forgotten. I only have 2 customers every day but I still love doing this.”
“But let me help you out, wait here for a second.”
Izuku had waited for the owner to come back and when she did she reached over and handed him a basket.
“Try this batch instead, it's on the house.”
Izuku blinked. “Really?”
“Yes of course she's gonna love them trust me, shes lucky to have a boyfriend that cares this much, and a quick tip if they smell sweet they taste sweet.”
Later that night, Y/N walked into the apartment to find a basket on the kitchen counter with a sticky note attached.
For your week long apple craving. - Izuku
I
zuku sat down on the couch with a bright smile waiting for her to take a bite.
The second she bit into one her eyes widened
“These are amazing izuku, they taste just like the ones I used to get with my mom. I love them. Thank you so much.”
“Really? Im glad it took a lot of searching but I got the perfect ones for you.”
“Where did you even find these Izuku?”
The proud smile on his face answered enough already.
