contains- female reader,idk teasing,heâs kinda mean but in a hot way,not a lot tbh, i need this to look long,implied best friends,very cute very sweet,if they say why.. whyyyy tell them that its human nature, why whyyyy tell them that its human nature
sypnosis- he catches you eyeing him up and when you reject his kiss in fear itâs a trap he kinda makes your week a living hell âŠ
wc- u should know i have no clue i put it here cause it looks cool
earlier that week, katsuki had shoved his way up beside you after class, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his bag over his shoulder like it weighed nothing.
âyou failed that quiz.â he said nonchalantly
you looked up from your phone, deadpan. âhello to you tooâ
âdonât get smart. iâm serious.â red eyes narrowed at you, sharp and unimpressed. âyou were bitching last week about not understanding any of itâ
âbecause i donâtâ you spoke as you lowered your phone
âyeah, no shit. come to my dorm thursday. iâll help before you embarrass yourself again.â
you blinked at him.
ââŠwas that your version of being niceâ
his face twisted immediately. âdonât piss me off. take it or leave itâ
you smirked. âso sweet, katsuki. really. almost made me emotionalâ
he clicked his tongue and walked off. âshut the hell up.â
and somehow, thursday night, you were actually there.
his dorm was exactly what you expected. clean to the point of being annoying, everything in place, faint smell of detergent and whatever cologne he used lingering in the air.
his desk was pushed near the window, books spread out, notes already there like heâd actually planned this.
of course he had.
you sat cross-legged on the chair next to him eyes on him.
one knee bent, black muscle tee stretched over his frame like it was personally offended to be containing him.
it was unfair, honestly.
his arms were ridiculous. thick muscle packed tight under pale skin, veins faint but bulging along his forearms when he flipped pages, twitching into view with every movement.
god every move his bicep tensed and your swore your mouth watered
shoulders broad enough to make the chair look too small. every movement pulled at the fabric over his chest and back like the shirt was losing an argument.
and his mouthâ that was worse.
his lips were always like that. sharp when he talked, naturally pouty when he was annoyed, the bottom lip fuller than it had any right to be.
they looked so soft, so so soft..
when he licked over them absently while reading over your notes, you had to look away before you looked insane.
âyouâre not listening.â
you blinked out of your raging fantasies âi amâ
âbullshit.â his eyes rolled with his words
he leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest, bicep flexing in a way that shouldâve been illegal
your eyes betrayed you immediately.
his mouth twitched.
oh no..
âseriously?â he said, voice low, rough with amusement. âyouâre gonna be that obvious?â
âi donât know what you mean.â you almost immediately quip back
âyeah?â he tilted his head, watching you like heâd already won. âbecause from where iâm sitting, youâve looked at my mouth like six times in the last ten minutes.â
your face went hot so fast it pissed you off
âyouâre full of yourselfâ you replied with a huff
âand youâre somehow still staring.â
âiâm literally notâ you said in a dismissive tone
âyou literally are.â he replied subtly mocking your tone
he leaned forward now, forearms on his knees, closer. way too close. his grin was small, mean in that playful bakugo way
like he was enjoying every second of your suffering.
âwhat, you got a problem? i mean im pretty sure youâve seen my arms before?â he flexed his hand lazily on the table. âor is it the lips thingâ
âgod, youâre so annoying.â you spoke to cover up the rose on your cheeks
âbut iâm right.â he replied quickly
you opened your mouth, closed it, then glared harder which only made him smirk.
his eyes analysed the way you were more nervous with your movements, how you looked so uncomfortable and god was it entertaining.
his voice dropped lower, this teasing edge dripping through his words.
âyou wanna kiss me or somethinâ?â
the smirk on his face was filthy. lazy. knowing
and because your brain completely abandoned youâ
âwhaâ uhm. no.â
too fast. too loud. too panicked.
silence.
his eyebrows lifted slowly
your soul left your body.
âi meanâ not likeâ no, not noââ you sat up straighter, horrified. âwait, that sounded bad, i just thought you were messing with me, which you were, and iââ
he was staring at you with the fattest smirk you had ever seen in your life.
you wanted the floor to open and swallow you so you could never ever look at him again.
âwowww..â he said. âsmooth as hell.â
his words were so confident like right now he didnât have a care in the world, but he did.
you physically couldnât respond.
and with having no response back towards him this time you did the only thing .. anyone wouldâve done ..
you stood up so fast your chair nearly scraped back.
âi should really goâ..â your voice was quiet already thinking about getting a passport and leaving try country
his grin got worse. âcoward.â
âiâm leaving.â you said louder
âmmhmm..â heâd hum out eyes not leaving your own once.
you grabbed your bag, avoiding his eyes because if you looked at him again you might actually combust
his gaze eventually tore away as you walked out the door shutting it behind you.
now alone in his dorm, all he could do was replay every little moment in his head making sure he played it cool, while his knee bounced
surely you did .. wanna kiss him right..?
and after that god awful event â for two whole days, you disappeared.
no texts back unless they were dry and necessary. no stopping by his dorm.
no lingering after class. no sarcastic little comments thrown his way in the hallway.
every single time katsuki walked into a room, you somehow managed to be walking out of it.
the first day, he thought it was funny.
the second day, it started pissing him off.
by the third, it was personal.
mina was talking to you at one of the tables in the common area, legs crossed under your chair,
pretending to listen while your fingers kept messing with the edge of your sleeve. your laugh was there, but distracted, thinner than usual.
because across the room, katsuki was leaning against the wall.
hands shoved deep into his pockets, white unfurl shirt stretched over his chest, shoulders broad against the white wall like he owned the damn building.
his expression was blankâworse than angry, honestly. calm. boring eyes fixed right on you like he had all day to stand there and make you sweat.
kirishima and denki were saying something beside him, but he barely reacted. just gave a grunt here and there, gaze never moving.
mina looked upwards immediately looking at you, then slowly smiled.
âgirl that man is staring right atâchu!,â she murmured, leaning in just enough that only you could hear, watching your face with way too much enjoyment.
you swallowed.
âhe is not,â you muttered, too quick, eyes dropping to the table like maybe if you ignored him hard enough heâd disappear.
mina made a noise that said liar without needing the word.
âoh my god,â she said under her breath, way too pleased. âyouâre nervous as shit!! its chill all we gotta do is make sure you play this cool!â
âiâm not nervousâ,â you said, except your voice betrayed you completely, quieter now, and your hand froze around your drink.
mina just looked at you.
slowly against your better judgment, you turned your head again.
he was still looking.
not even pretending not to.
those sharp red eyes pinned right to you, heavy and unreadable, like he could see straight through your skin and into every stupid thought in your head.
there wasnât even annoyance on his face anymore. just that flat stare. patient. almost lazy.
it made your stomach drop.
you looked back at mina, lips parting like you had something to say, but nothing came out. your throat felt too tight for it.
suddenly you were hyper-aware of everythingâyour hands, your face, the way your heart was beating way too hard over a guy standing across the room doing absolutely nothing.
minaâs expression stayed entertained crunching a chip into her mouth as she shook her head
âmm-mm. if eye contact could get a girl pregnant, shit congratulations!â
you exhaled through your nose, like maybe that would stop the heat crawling up your neck.
before you could answer her odd comment, you looked again.
and that was when it happened.
because he noticed itâthat nervous little glance, the way you kept checking, the way your whole body gave you away.
and finally, finally, his mouth moved.
slowly. one corner first. then the other.
that smirk spread across his face like heâd been waiting for it, like heâd been standing there watching you unravel and had decided heâd had enough mercy for the day.
low and sharp and so stupidly attractive it made your chest feel tight.
it wasnât a grin it was that god awful smirk he did continuously â his brand.
the kind of smirk that said yeah.. i know.
the kind that made your whole body go warm because he looked so sure of himselfâso sure of you.
his chin tilted slightly, eyes still locked on yours, like he was daring you to keep pretending.
then, like he hadnât just ruined your entire week with one look, he turned back to his friends and started talking again.
easy almost like nothing happened!
like he hadnât just stood across the room and made you forget how to breathe.
mina stared at you for a second, before mumbling something about how heâs a âweird ass hoeâ
but you couldnât think about him being a hoe, all you could think about was that stupid look.
a day later you found yourself in the hallway infront of deku â you were talking to deku because deku was safe.
safe meant easy smiles, easy conversation, no feeling like your stomach was trying to claw its way up your throat every five seconds.
safe meant standing by the kitchen counter in the common room while he rambled about training schedules and some hero analysis notebook nonsense.
and you could actually breathe.
ââŠand then all might said my footwork was improving, which was really nice because iâve been trying to fix my stance for weeks,â izuku said, smiling that earnest, soft smile of his, hands moving as he talked.
you laughed lightly, leaning against the counter. âdeku, i swear, you could probably write a thesis on your left foot if someone let you.â
he blinked, then laughed too, rubbing the back of his neck. âi mean⊠maybe?â
âthat was not a yes question.â
âright, sorry.â
you smiled again, surprisingly relaxed.
from a few steps back bakugo saw this little .. interaction. irritation crawled up his spine so thick his fists cracked as they clenched.
so you could avoid him like he was a walking weapon? but could be all happy and talky with that nerd? out of anyone? fuck that.
your body went stiff before your brain even caught up.
because you felt him before you saw him.
that shift in the room. that awful awareness.
bakugo.
he walked up like he belonged thereâwhich, annoyingly, he acted like he did everywhereâhands in his pockets, shoulders broad, expression unreadable. the uniform slight tighter against his chest, that same lazy confidence that made you want to both scream and stare.
his eyes flicked to you once. just once.
and it was enough. then he looked at izuku.
âdeku,â he said, and weirdlyâtoo weirdlyâhis voice was almost pleasant. âyou got the notes from last combat review?â
izuku visibly blinked.
because bakugo asking nicely was like seeing a bear politely hold a door open.
âohâuh, yeah, i do,â izuku said slowly, suspicious already. âi can grab them if you want?â
ânah,â katsuki said, way too casual, stepping closer anyway. âjust tell me what all might said about the second round.â
izuku stared for half a second. you stared at the floor.
because now he was standing there. right there. close enough that if you moved your arm wrong, youâd brush against him,
and apparently that was enough to make your entire nervous system file a complaint!
izuku started talking again, explaining whatever notes he had, but honestly, you heard maybe three words.
because katsuki wasnât listening. not really.
he answered deku, nodded at the right times, threw in a sharp âyeah, obviously,â here and thereâbut his eyes kept landing on you, every time.
and every single time, you looked harder at izuku like he was delivering the secrets of the universe.
you were staring at that poor boy like your life depended on it.
wide-eyed. painfully focused. absolutely refusing to acknowledge the human furnace standing next to you.
bakugo noticed - of course he noticed.
you could feel itâthe way amusement was building off him like heat.
izuku slowed mid-sentence as his eyes met your own ones, staring into his soul to avoid katsuki
ââŠand then if we adjust .. uh .. the timing on rescue drills.. it might actually improve team response byââ
he stopped.
because you were still staring directly at him. intensely. like he was the only thing keeping you tethered to earth.
ââŠare you okay?â he asked carefully, brows pulling together.
âfine,â you said immediately.
too fast your eyes pleading as they looked into izukus like he could save you from his situation
you still did not look at katsuki. izuku looked between both of you.
once.
twice.
confusion turned into suspicion â katsuki staring daggers at you while you refused to look at the blonde.
because even deku - even sweet, oblivious dekuâcould feel whatever the hell this was.
bakugo made this low sound in his throat, almost like a laugh he was trying not to let out.
âyou sureâŠ?â izuku asked, quieter now
before you could answer, katsuki pushed off the counter.
âiâm off,â he said, cutting in, voice rough with restrained amusement. âgot what i needed.â
liar. fucking liar.
he started walking past you, and for one horrible second you thought maybe youâd survived it. but nope apparently not!
his rough hand came upwards in a quick motion
two solid taps against your shoulder as he passed, firm enough to make your breath catch.
and right by your ear, as he walked past you the most smug snicker left his mouth
like he hadnât just set your entire body on fire in front of god and everybody.
silence. izuku looked at you, you were still frozen. still staring straight ahead.
still very clearly fighting for your life
ââŠi,â deku said slowly, concern all over his face, âfeel like i missed something really important.â
late that night, after the longest everything shower of your life, you finally felt a little human again.
the hot water had helped. washing your hair twice, scrubbing your skin until it felt new,
standing there way longer than necessary while tryingâand failingâto stop replaying every single second of the last three days.
the study session. that smirk. the staring. the shoulder tap.
all of it. it was stupid. annoying.
and somehow still sitting right under your skin.
so now, fresh and warm, skin still soft from steam, youâd thrown on the first comfortable thing you could findâan oversized hoodie that swallowed your hands if you pulled the sleeves down, and a pair of shorts that barely showed beneath it. your hair was still a little damp, smelling like shampoo
the ends brushing against your bare legs as you walked.
quiet dorm halls. late enough that everything felt softer.
you were humming to yourself under your breath by the time you remembered it.
your charger. left in the common room.
of course.
with a quiet groan to absolutely no one you made the trip downstairs, sliding across the hall in socks
still half relaxed from your shower and convincing yourself this was quick. easy. in and out.
the common room was mostly empty, lights low, that late-night stillness sitting over everything.
and there it wasâyour charger, abandoned on the couch thankfully sero hadnât snatched it yet.
you grabbed it with a victorious little hum, wrapping it around your hand as you turned toward the door, already thinking about getting back to bed.
completely fine. completely normal.
until you looked up.
and there, filling the doorway like the universe personally hated you, stood katsuki.
still. broad shoulders against the frame, hands low at his sides, all dark clothes and sharp edges and that heavy presence that made every room feel smaller.
for one second your brain fully stopped.
you physically jumped, the sound catching in your throat, body going rigid so fast it almost hurt.
he just stood there.
no smirk. no teasing grin. somehow that was worse.
just katsuki in the doorway, broad shoulders filling the frame, red eyes locked on you like heâd been expecting this exact moment. his face was calmâtoo calm.
blank in that way that always felt a little dangerous, like all the real reaction was sitting somewhere underneath.
his head tilted slightly, slow, studying you, eyes tracking your body.
you were still standing there with your charger in your hand like it was going to save you.
his voice came low.
âyou canât ignore me forever.â
your throat felt stupidly tight. eyes blinking.
âi wasnât ignoring you,â you said, too quick, already sounding guilty. âiâve just been busy andââ
his eyes narrowed just a little.
then he rolled them, sharp and unimpressed.
âstop it,â he said. âiâm not dumb.â
silence dropped heavy between you, your fingers tightened around the charger.
he pushed off the doorframe slowly, like he had all the time in the world. hands sliding into his pockets, posture lazy,
but there was something in itâsomething that made your stomach pull tight.
because he was calm.. oddly calm.
and somehow that felt scarier than if heâd just yelled.
he started walking toward you, slow enough to make every step feel deliberate, his gaze never leaving yours.
the sleeves of his shirt shifted with the movement, and you caught itâfaint, sharp, the vein pulsing along the inside of his wrist.
oh he was annoyed as fuck.
you stayed exactly where you were, wide-eyed, heart beating way too hard, watching him get closer.
slowly he walked over his eyes not just on your own, trailing your body the heat in his eyes didnât look like anger more so something he was holding back. he stood closer
close enough that you could feel the heat off him, close enough that your grip on the charger tightened without you meaning to.
his eyes dragged over your face once, slow, taking in every bit of that wide-eyed look you hadnât managed to shake.
then his lips pressed together, not quite a smirkâsomething drier. sharper.
âyâknow,â he said, voice low, rough around the edges, âif you wanted a kiss that bad, you couldâve just asked.â
your breath caught instantly.
his gaze didnât move.
âinstead you go ghost,â he added, almost bored, like he was stating a fact, but there was something under it. something tighter. âreal smart.â
âiââ your voice stumbled. âi didnâtââ
âyeah, you did.â flat so certain.
his lips pursed again, eyes flicking over you like he was weighing something, then dismissing it.
âdoesnât matter now,â he muttered, but it didnât sound like it didnât matter. not really. âjustâwouldâve taken anything over you acting like i donât exist.â
that landedd.. hard.
your shoulders pulled in just a fraction, nerves twisting up your chest.
âiâm sorry,â you said, softer now, actually meaning it, words starting to spill out. âi just thought you were messing with me and i didnât wannaââ
âyeah, wellââ
he cut you off, quick, like he didnât want to hear the rest.
his hand came up, rough, dragging over the back of his neck, fingers pressing there as he looked away from you for the first time since you walked in. jaw tight.
breath heavier than it shouldâve been for how calm he was acting.
for a second, it was just that. him⊠off.
then, quieterâ
âthese last few days,â he said, still not looking at you, voice lower now, stripped of that teasing edge, âmade me realize some shit.â
your heart stuttered. his fingers flexed at his neck.
âlike how damn annoying it is when youâre not around,â he muttered, almost under his breath. âand how much i actually⊠missed you.â
the second he vocalised those few words you could feel your whole body shift. missed you?
he didnât give himself time to back out.
you could see itâthe way his jaw tightened, the way his shoulders squared like he was bracing for something,
like if he paused for even a second heâd shut down and walk away, he couldnât keep going with this internal battle, heâs getting this shit out now.
ânahâhold on,â he said quickly, almost cutting off the silence before it could settle. âi need to say this now.â
his hand dropped from his neck, then came back again, fingers dragging there like he didnât know what to do with them. his words came a little faster, rougher than usual.
âand donâtâdonât expect it to be pretty or whatever, iâm not doing that shit,â he muttered, already annoyed at himself, pushing through it anyway. âiâm saying it how it isâ and fuck iâm sorry this isnât exactly how i wanted to tell you sâkinda weak but just listen.â he spoke too fast, clearly nervous under that gruff voice.
he took a breath, looked at you properly this time.
and for a second, there was something almost uncertain thereâsomething youâd never seen on himâbefore it hardened into something more familiar.
he started slower.
âi like you,â he said, voice lower now, grounded. âlike⊠really fuckinâ like you.â
his eyes didnât leave yours.
ânot just messing with you or whatever. not just because youâre easy to rile up,â he added, a small scoff under his breath like he hated admitting any of this. âeven when i act like a dick to get a reaction outta youââ
his jaw ticked.
ââiâve been stressing like hell these past four days,â he went on, words tightening again, faster, the honesty slipping out before he could filter it. âthinking i scared you off. that you were done with me or some shit and iââ
he stopped himself, breath catching for half a second.
then, quieter more rougher
âi donât wanna lose youâ i guess ive sorta just accepted that i do like you and i donât want it to be too late now ..â
your eyes widened, fixed on his face, watching every shiftâthe confidence cracking just enough.
the regret already creeping in like he was realizing how much heâd just said.
and you didnât let it sit, knowing him another second of silence and heâd be out of here regretting every word he said.
âkatsukiâ i really like you too.â
your voice cut in soft, seady, not nervous anymore. his head lifted just slightly.
you swallowed, a small breath leaving you as you held his gaze.
âiâm sorry,â you added, slower this time. âfor avoiding you. i just⊠freaked out.â
he blinked. actually blinked. wide eyed expression studying your face as you softly spoke that apology which he had zero ear for.
ââŠyeah?â he murmured, quieter now, searching your face like he needed to be sure you meant it.
then, almost immediatelyâ
âso youâll go out with me?â
there it was again. still him. blunt. straight to it. no drawn-out bullshit.
his eyes stayed locked on yours, waiting.
and your faceâit lit up softly, the kind where only certain parts of your face are brightened but he somehow tends to notice.
you nodded.
and he didnât look away, just takes a second to look at you more deeper. knowing this game is over he feels something within him sift.
itâs instant.
that softer edge, that rough honestyâit doesnât disappear, but it melts into something heavier, something sharper. his lids lower just slightly
gaze dropping from your eyes to your mouth like itâs the only thing in the room now.
he steps forward deliberately.
until the back of your thighs hit the couch behind you, the contact making your breath hitch without meaning to. he doesnât touch you yetâjust stands there
close enough that you can feel the warmth of him, the faint scent of his natural warming scent, the quiet sound of his breathing. his eyes donât leave your lips.
his tongue drags softly over his bottom lip, like heâs thinking about it, like heâs been thinking about it.
âso.. you want that kiss now?â he asks, voice low, rough, not teasing this timeâsomething deeper under it.
you donât even hesitate. you donât blush.
you just look at his mouth the same way heâs looking at yours⊠and nod. no words could possibly describe the feeling inside your stomach right now.
thatâs all it takes.
his grin flashesâquick, sharp, satisfiedâand then heâs leaning in.
and itâs not gentle ohhh no itâs not careful.
itâs messy in the best wayâhis lips hitting yours a little off, a little rushed, like heâs been holding back for days and finally doesnât have to anymore.
the contact is warm, a little rough around the edges, and it sends something straight through your chest.
his tongue was wet and hot against your own sloppy sounds released by the both of yours mouths combined.
little sounds were swallowed whole by his mouth. now this kiss was worth waiting for.
his hand comes up fast, cupping your cheek, fingers warm and solid against your skin as he pulls you closer into it, like he doesnât want even an inch between you.
the way he kisses like he means itâlike heâs trying to say everything he couldnât get out properly before.
your fingers clutch at his shirt without thinking, fabric bunching under your hands, and that just makes him press in harder, a quiet breath leaving him against your mouth.
âshitâŠâ he murmurs, barely pulling back for a second, forehead almost brushing yours before he leans back in.
this time itâs slowerâbut not softer.
his lips move against yours with more intent now, less clumsy but just as intense, like heâs figuring it out as he goes, like he wants to get it right. the kiss deepens without even thinking about it
you can feel the way his grip tightens just slightly at your cheek, thumb brushing your skin.
itâs the kind of kiss that makes your stomach flip hard enough to make you feel unsteady.
you can hear it tooâthe faint, quiet sound of it in the empty common room, the soft shift of movement as he leans you more firmly back against the couch,
crowding your space without hesitation.
for a second, everything else just⊠disappears.
the second he pulls his lips off of yours taking second to look into your eyes before clearing his throat.
âmmâ well uh would you wanna come watch a movie with meâ i uhmâ only if your downâ he said roughly sounding like a broken record
your smile was instant and a little too knowing.
âsure .. iâll come watch a movie with you ..â your voice was low and all too knowing as your hand slipped into his ignoring his confused response.
summary: a sparring session with kirishima gets a little out of hand, and being the only medic able to deal with katsuki bakugou, youâre left with the aftermath.
content: fluff + SMUT - mdni ! boxer!bkg + medic!reader. kiri feature! blood & injury. feelings!!! tension. lots of banter. clear consent. semi-public. making out. thigh riding. slight marking / hickeys. fondling. titty sucking. fingerfucking. cum eating. bkg does not get off but he is fine w that. there is a quite a bit of build up before the smut lol. wc: 5.2k.
note: #needthat
masterlist. | header art credit: @ ami_ranthao on tiktok !
In the ring, he came alive. An absolute powerhouse, brute force and flawless technique bleeding together to create Katsuki Bakugou, one of the best up and coming boxers of your time. Everyone was a little enamoredâ a perfect face paired with such a vulgar tongue, an ego backed with the skill to match.
His win-or-nothing attitude led him to the top, but also caused complications with his medical staff. A few too many outbursts had scared them into backing down, allowing him to keep pushing despite his injuries.
 Until you were hired a few months ago.
The first day you were assigned to him, the other medics had either snickered or grimaced, having each had their own share of bad luck with him. It seemed to be some rite of passage among them. When you met him, you understood exactly what the others had meant. There was enough fire behind that stare to send anyone skittering away.
But, to their surprise, you had returned back in one piece, with a perfectly bandaged Katsuki trailing behind you; glowering with something like an irritated smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, but tended to.
You were the only medic that could handle him.
Which is why you were spending your Saturday evening with your knees drawn to your chest on a bench at the edge of the boxing gym as he sparred with his close friend, and fellow boxer, Eijirou Kirishima.
The sound of their collective panting filled the air, the thud of fists against skin echoing off the walls as they tested each other.
Quick jabs, hits to the ribs; it was push and pull as they were nearly on equal ground, two decorated professionals with national titles.
You had to keep a close eyeâ track his movements to take note of any injuries, run over how exactly you would deal with each one. It was your job to.
But, admittedly, you found your gaze wandering against your will lately. More often than you wanted to admit.
It was difficult to ignore the way his biceps flexed with each jab, how soft blond tufts fell over his face, stuck to the sweat lining his forehead, the low hang of his boxing shorts highlighted his abs straining with each motion.
"Fuck!"
The sharp curse broke your trance, eyes snapping up, immediately alert.
Eijirou's hands flew over his mouth, his fighter's stance softening, hesitant hands reaching out towards his friend whose head was angled down, fighting to not reel.
"Woah, man, I am so sorryâ"
Katsuki slapped his hand away, wiping at the blood beginning to drip down his nose with the back of his hand, unyielding eyes meeting Eijirou's.
"Keep it goin', Shitty Hair. And you,"
He didn't bother to look at you as you approached, keeping his burning stare on his opponent while waving you off with a harsh motion of his free hand. "Get back."
His bite was nothing new. You didn't bother to fight the eye roll, stepping closer to assess the extent of the damage. "Don't be dumb. Let me look."
"You deaf or something? Beat it."
More blood trickled down, coming over the curve of his lip. You had worked with Katsuki long enough to know that he pushed himself until he was battered, had nothing left to give.
Your job was to keep that from happening.
With a sigh, you grabbed him by the crook of his elbow.
"You are gushing blood. Come onâ"
"Get your fuckin' hands off me, you piece ofâ"
"Again, don't be dumbâ"
Eijirou blinked between the two of you, watching as you wrestled to keep Katsuki's arm in your grip, ineffectively attempting to drag him away. With a smile that didn't quite meet his eyes, he began to take backwards steps towards the bench where he kept his water, knowing there was little else he could do in this situation.
"I'm gonna take five. Go with her, man."
Feeling Katsuki's resistance give in just enough, you tugged him towards the med bay, giving Eijirou a grateful look over your shoulder. You hoped he didn't feel too guilty. Sparring was never supposed to get this intense, after all. But, mistakes happened.
You offered soft apologies under your breath to the few nurses on the same late shift as you were with a tight smile as you rushed past them to guide him into the room at the very back, shutting the door behind you.
It was just you two now.
Katsuki was still panting, worked up from the fight. There was probably enough adrenaline in his system to keep him from feeling the real pain of his affliction.
You pushed him back onto the bed against the wall to your right with a hand over his chest, feeling the warm muscle rise up and down under your palm before you turned to rummage through the cabinet, fishing out a medical kit with a crease forming between your brows.
"Are you trying to get yourself put on medical leave before your match next week?"
He didn't say a word, only the sound of his heavy breathing filling the room as you felt his glare against your back.
You sighed.
"Right before I get off too..."
"Yeah," He scoffed, a mocking edge to his voice. "'Cause I did that shit on purpose."
"You kept pushing. That was stupid and you know it, the best athletes know when to call it quits."
Katsuki scoffed, his jutted lower lip pursing as you set down the kit beside him, opening it up to fish out some gauze. "Maybe we should get you in the ring. Since you're such an expert."
You pushed his thighs apart with an unimpressed look, standing between them to get as close as you could.
A hand went behind his neck, gently tilting his head down so the blood wouldn't trickle back into his nose, go down his throat.
You carefully pinched the sides of his nose bridge to stop the blood flow, wiping away at what had escaped with clean gauze.
âYou love making my life harder,â you muttered under your breath. âCanât you just admit I'm right? Say youâll be more careful?â
âThe day I say that shit you can put a gun to my head.â
You rolled your eyes, but he continued.
"I don't say shit I don't mean," he sighed out, abs flexing as he winced slightly. âIf your meddling ass didn't get in the way, I would've won.â
âOr you would've gotten your ass beat, but whatever.â
âI've had worse. A fucked up nose is nothing."
"Is that supposed to be a good thing?" you raised a brow, getting a new piece of gauze. "You never know when to stop, Katsuki. That's your issue."
The room settled into silence only the hum of the AC, your shifting, and the quiet, reluctant winces that slipped past as you tended to him.
His eyes never left you.
Sometimes, you wondered why.
Why he allowed you to treat him, why he let you get close. But you shook yourself out of those thoughts, reaching down to grab an ice pack. No time to get sidetracked, not now. Especially on something that was very likely nothing.
"Bleeding stopped."
He didn't respond, eyes downcast as you alternated between pressing it to either side of his nose bridge.
When he finally spoke, his words were quick. Quiet.
"I was going for his blind spot."
Said like he had to explain himself to you, or maybe himself.
But he didn't have to. You knew that his slip ups were extremely rare, he never made the same mistake twiceâ he beat himself up over every error, obsessed over earned perfection, victory.
His high standards for himself were what got him so far, but you knew they got to him. That, quietly, he sometimes needed reassurance, like anyone would.
âI know you were.â you finally responded, voice gentle, without pity.
"Eijirou's right side was open and he was getting tired. That was the right move. You would've gotten him."
He blinked down at you, as if assessing your honesty before a slight smile touched his lips. He gripped the edge of the small bed a little tighter, leaning down closer.
"Knew you were starin'."
Your heart jumped in your chest, but you pushed it down.
"Well, that is my job."
"It's your job to watch for injuries. Not stare."
You couldn't help what came out of your mouth next.
"Maybe I was staring at Eijirou."
"You think you're so funny."
"I think your ego's inflated."
"Wanna say that again?"
You pressed the ice a little too harshly into the side of his nose, drawing a small groan from him.
"Save it, Katsuki."
You packed up your kit and gathered the bloodied gauze to throw away, rinsing your hands before coming back to assess your work.
Blood clean, no signs of continued bleeding. A small bruise forming under his right eye from the trauma, expected.
It took everything in you to ignore the weight of his eyes, how he looked at you with an intensity reserved for his opponents in the ring. Calculating, searching. You could feel the burn crawling up the back of your neck. Professional, keep it professional.
You nodded a little too quickly, turning on your heel. "Yep, all good. No more sparring, but you can go back now."
He tugged you by the back of your shirt collar before you got too far, pulling you back between his legs, face only inches away from yours.
"You don't want that."
The sudden proximity along with his words made your heart spike, as if caught.
What did you want? The question made you uneasy.
(Or, maybe it was the answer that you knew deep down that made you want to crawl out of your skin.)
You pushed back slightly, deflecting.
âI want you to see Dr. Tanaka as soon as you can. I'll make an appointment for tomorrow morning since he left for the day. I think your nose is broken.â
âNo it's not.â
It wasn't. If it had been broken, you would've known from one look, you would have been angrier with him. But that was your out, your excuse to get away. And he had called your bluff, gaze unmoving.
"Don't play dumb right now."
âI'm not playing dumb." the words came snappy, brave; but you were just so close, that fire faltered. His hand that had gripped the back of your collar had shifted carefully to the front, so close to your neck that you were afraid he might feel your heart try to burst out of your throat.
"You're justâŠ" you trailed off, struggling to find your words. "âŠdifficult. You're being difficult.â
"Difficult?" a dry sort of laugh. "You're the difficult one. For someone smart you can be pretty fuckin' dense."
You bit the inside of your lower lip, eyes darting between him and the door.
You knew what he meant. This back and forth between you was nothing new. But when it got too real you had always gotten away, said something and acted like nothing had happened once you cooled down.
The sounds outside seemed to be getting louder, closer. These doors didnât have locks. Anyone could come in, find you like this. One of the nurses checking in, a gym goer looking for band-aids.
âOr maybe you do know. Hm?â
The question pulled you from your thoughts in an instant, made your eyes snap to hisâ first mistake. Once his crimson stare bored into yours, you couldnât look away.
Could you have been that obvious? You thought your moments of distraction were fleeting, imperceptible to the average eye.
He had never commented on it before, slipping back to his normal self even after your closest calls.
But you shouldâve known better. Katsuki Bakugou was not average in any sense of the word.
(Of course, he noticed. Of course he did.)
You sputtered something before you could think, just wanting to hear something other than the sound of your own thoughts.
"SomeâŠsomeone couldâ"
"No one's gonna come in." his voice flat, dismissal easy. All matter of fact as he craned his neck down closer to you.
"Unless you want Eijirou to come in. Since you were, what, staring at him, right? That what you want?"
"What?!" the word was almost a squeak, high and taken aback. "That's notâ "
You fought the strange heat crawling up your face by shooting him a look, eyes narrowing.
"Katsuki. I was joking."
He hummed.
(Unbelieving? Amused? A bit of both?)
"Sure you were."
You opened your mouth, then closed it. The deflections that had once come so easy were heavy on your tongue. There was no joke, no eye roll, nothing you could say to slip away. Not this time.
You sighed, next words defeated.
"What do you want me to say?"
"I want you to be real with me." you could feel his breath against your lips; hot, charged. "Tell me you donât want this, that you haven't thought about it.â
âKatsukiâŠâ
It came out weaker than you wanted. Small, kind of breathless. Almost pleading.
For whatâ to let you go?
(To keep going?)
He kept egging, eyes not once leaving yours. âSay it. I'll stop.â
And you knew he would. Because he was being serious, you could tell by his voiceâ how it was low under his breath, softened.Â
For you, he was being intentionally careful.
Just the thought made you want to cave. But the entire reason your relationship worked, why you were able to handle him, was because you didn't give in.
"There are rules about this sort of thingâ"
"You think I give a fuck about bullshit rules?"
"Yeah, I know you don't." you gave him a look. "But I do. I could lose my job, you could get me fired, orâŠ"
You swallowed back the rest of it.
He didn't have to know how it made you afraid, testing the fragile nature of this relationship. How giving in meant that all of this could shatter, that this could all amount to one big mistake.
Katsuki blinked, taking in your expression. He looked off to the side for a beat, lips pursing in thought before, carefully, he took your hands into his.
"You know I won't let that happen. I don't see any of the other shitty medics here."
You snorted a little. Because you did know. You cocked your head to the side, a small smile tugging at your lips. "They're not shitty."
He didn't retaliate, just raised his brows slowly. The truth of his words wasn't what mattered, it was the implication behind them.
(You're the one I see. You.)
His earlier words rang in your ears.
Tell me you don't want this, that you haven't thought about it.
You couldn't, because you had.
Countless timesâ whenever you watched him hover over his opponents, keep them locked underneath him, the heat in his eyes, a cocky smile on his lips.
He wormed his way into your mind, more often than not, late at night. When sleep couldn't find you and your bed felt exceptionally cold. Empty.
(Him. You imagined him.)
Denying all of that was exactly what you should have done. That would have been the rational thing to do, the smart thing.
But as you traced his face, followed the soft curve of his cheeks against the otherwise harsh lines, watched the furrow of his brow deepen ever so slightly, as if he, of all people, was nervousâ you couldn't fight the feeling anymore.
Because you wanted to kiss him, and you wanted him to kiss youâ more than anything.
Hesitantly, you brushed your thumbs over the bruises on his knuckles.
âNo, I⊠I do. Want this, I mean."
Something in his expression shifted. Surprise, for a brief second, before that cocky gleam in his eyes that you had seen when he was in-action settled over his face. Only, a little different. (A little sharper, hungrier.)
"Yeah?" he pushed closer, nose just barely brushing yours. "You want this?"
Slowly, you nodded.
"Yes."
His gaze darted from your eyes and lips before the sliver of space between you finally disappeared.
The kiss was tentative, careful. So unlike him that it caught you a little off guard.
Soft. His lips were so soft against yours.
He kissed you like he was trying to figure out the shape of your lips, go slow enough to savor the moment, commit the feeling to memory. The hand near your collar came up to cup your jaw, angle your face just right.
You had thought about what this would feel like for longer than you would ever admit. Did he think of you the same way? Were you what he had expected?
When he pulled back just enough to breathe, he drank in your expression; your pretty lips plush and parted, wide doe-eyes blinking up at him.
He groaned, "Fuck it."
You yelped when calloused hands gripped your arms, hoisted you up like you weighed nothing, thick biceps flexing as he pulled you down to straddle his thigh.
You planted your hands on his chest to steady yourself on instinct, unable to process it for a second. Your thighs were around his leg, his hands at your waist, holding you in a way you had only ever thought would exist in the secret fantasies you let yourself indulge in. The small bed creaking under your combined weight. His chest rising and falling under your palms.
Sometimes, you forgot how strong he actually was. How he wasnât just some other annoying, short-tempered guyâ his body was molded to his profession; brute strength and jagged lines carved from a life in the ring. His shoulders broad, a tapering waist, arms nearly the size of your head. He could probably pick you up and snap you in half if he really wanted to. Your stomach flipped at just the thought.
Before you could open your mouth to speak, he flexed the muscle of his thigh; deliberate, testing. Sharp eyes watching as your face flushed at his bare muscle pressing up against your core.
Your breath hitched, warmth pooled down between your legs, heart beating in your ears as his large hands slid down to rest over your hips, holding you steadyâ pulling you down closer.
"Feel good?"
Your ears burned at the mocking edge to his voice. You squirmed, caught between wanting to slap that smug look off his face and slowly seek more friction by grinding down.
You didn't have to choose, not when his hands slowly guided your hips down, back and forth against his hardened muscle. You bit your bottom lip between your teeth, clearly embarrassed, ineffectively fighting the whimpers that threatened to slip past with each movement.
His gaze never once left you, taking note of every little reaction.
Heat crawled up your face at being watched so shamelessly.
Leaning forward, you distracted yourself by pressing soft kisses up the side of his throat, staring to grind down on him yourself, your tongue darting out before gently sucking soft marks into his skin.
He let out a strained sigh, tilting his neck back just enough to give you more access.
You hooked your arms loosely around his neck, pecking across his jaw. Your fingers curled into the hair at his nape, giving it a soft tug, pulling his head back so his eyes met yours.
Pupils blown, eyes heavy with want, hair falling over them all messy and disheveled.
You didn't know how you had gone so long without this, how you could have ever wanted to keep your distance. Now that you let yourself have a taste, you didn't think you could ever get enough.
Tugging him to you by the hair, you pulled him to kiss you again.
This time, it was feverish, insatiable. Months of tension and denied desire pouring over all at once.
He kissed like he was still chasing you; like he had something to prove, like he wanted you to feel that you were his favorite taste. A clash of tongue and teeth, nipping at your bottom lip. Each time he pulled back to breathe it lasted less than a beat before he rushed back to steal the soft sounds that slipped past your lips as your hips continued to buck against his thigh.
But the fabric, it was in the way. No matter how hard you grinded down on him, there was too much between you and what you wanted, and the frustration was showing. Your slight sighs turning into small huffs, brows pinching against your will.
The next time Katsuki pulled back, you didn't let him kiss you again. The small string of saliva between your lips broke as you spoke, softly panting. "I want 'em off."
He looked down at your request, pinching the fabric of your pants between his index and thumb. Eyes looking up into yours carefully, like he was uncertain if that was something you really wanted.
You nodded, a little frantic.
"Off. Please."
He got straight to it. Getting them off wasn't pretty, but a controlled sort of desperate.
His movements were precise as always, fairly smooth, but you could feel that something was simmering under his palms as he moved you around to get them off just right, even more so when they finally rested over your bare legs, eyes slightly dazed as he gave the flesh a tentative squeeze.
You bit your lip at the feeling, skin burning under his touch, wanting it all over you.
You glanced down at your shirt.
"This too."
He scoffed, but there was something like a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "Fuckin' bossy."
His hands slid under the hem, bunching the fabric up over your chest, too impatient to get it all the way off. He reached back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor as he took in the shape of your bare chest, the way your nipples hardened at the cool air of the clinic.
For a beat too long, he just stared.
On instinct, you wondered if something was wrong, if there was something about you that was weird or unappealing, the feeling twisted in you. But before you could tug your shirt back down, he cupped your tits with both hands, feeling the weight of them, squeezing slightly.
"Been waiting for this shit for so fuckin' long, y'know that?" He groaned out, leaning forward to bury his face into them.
You whimpered as he pressed wet kisses across the skin, thumb brushing over one of your nipples while his tongue lolled out to lick over the other, sucking it between his lips.
You began grinding down on his thigh again, the feeling so much more intense with just your panties on. You shifted your hips to find the angle that felt best, rubbing yourself down against the hard muscle of his thigh beneath you, solid and perfect, the friction sending sparks up your spine, your breaths coming out in shallow pants.
Each roll of your hips made your breath come a little faster, especially as his mouth pulled off one of your tits to give the other a fair share of attention.
Your nails dug into his shoulders when he nipped at your chest, sucking harshly, catching your sensitive peak between his teeth just to hear you whine. His tongue was hot against your skin, wet and needy.
Katsuki could feel your arousal starting to coat his thigh, soaking through your panties, smearing over his leg with every drag of your hips. Smiling against your chest, he pulled back with a soft pop, looking down at the glistening mess you left behind.
He moved a hand down between your bodies, slightly nudging your hips up with his leg to give him enough space in between to feel you over your panties, the fabric evidently damp as his index and middle finger stopped right above your clothed clit, pressing against it just slightly, enough to pull a shaky sigh from your lips.
"All this from just my thigh?"
There was a smug, slightly demeaning tone to his voice, like he was surprised you were so wet, as if it wasn't his fault. It made you want to throttle him. Or kiss him. Or both.
Your brows furrowed. "Shut up."
He only chuckled, drawing a line down your clothed slit. All slow, agonizing. Self-satisfied at the soft whimper that slips out of you.
"It's a simple fucking question. Haven't even touched you properly yet."
You huffed, mustering your most serious expression to meet his eyes. "God, just quit teasing, Katsuki. You're being mean."
He raised his brows, that smile on his face only widening. "You think this is mean?"
Finally, finally, he hooked his fingers into your panties, pushing them aside. The first touch, skin-on-skin, made you gasp. He dragged his fingers between your folds, coating them in your slick, slow and deliberate, before circling your entrance.
"I can show you mean."
His eyes were locked between your legs, watching his own fingers move. "Look at you," he murmured, almost to himself. âFucking soaked."
He pushed one finger inside, slow enough that you felt every inch. You whimpered softly, walls fluttering around him.
He groaned softly, watching your face contort, feeling himself get even harder in his shorts.
"Tight," he breathed. "Gonna add another. That okay?"
You nodded frantically, beyond words.
The second finger stretched you more, made you bite down on your lip to keep from moaning too loud. He worked them deeper, curling them slightly. Your chest heaved at the intrusion you fought to not cry out, your nails digging into his shoulder as he hit just the right spot.
"There?" His voice was rough, satisfied. "That the spot?"
You couldn't respond, forehead falling into the crook of his neck, clinging to him as he curled his fingers again, rubbing that soft patch inside you with devastating precision.
Once he found it, he didn't stop, pumping his fingers in and out, hitting it with precision each time.
You grinded down into his hand, feeling the heel of his palm press up against your clit. You chase the feeling, shameless. Lost in the sensation, the overwhelming feeling of him all around you.
You mumbled into the skin of his neck incoherently about how you were: "Almost⊠'m gonnaâŠ"
You could hear his voice right by your ear. Hoarse, determined.
âYeah?â his efforts nearly doubled. âClose?â
You could only nod, coherent thoughts gone from your mind, only a desperate haze of want.
"Yeah. Yes. Please, please moreâŠ"
He kept at it, silently savoring your desperate sounds.
You wrapped your arms tight around his neck, moans muffled into his skin as the tightly wound up knot came undone. Your breaths getting heavy in your lungs, head getting fuzzy, eyes fluttering shut, nails having left angry red lines down the skin of his upper back.
He ran a hand up and down your back as you collapsed against him, coming down from the high. He let you rest against him, breathing from a moment before pulling you back with a small kiss to the side of your head.
"Look at me."
It didn't sound like a request.
"Hm?"
You watched with hazy eyes as he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, the loss making you whimper. They glistened under the harsh light of the clinic, coated with the evidence of what he'd just done to you.
He held your gaze as he brought them to his mouth. His tongue darted out first, licking a long strip up the slick-covered fingers. Then, he took them fully into his mouth, sucking them clean, eyes never once leaving yours.
Your breath caught in your throat. Heat flooded through you again, despite having just come. Tasting you off his own fingers like you were the best thing he'd ever hadâ it was almost too much.
When he finally pulled his fingers from his mouth with a soft pop, he smirked at your expression.
"Tastes good," he said simply, like commenting on the weather.
You clenched around nothing, already missing him inside you, feeling spent but somehow needing more.
"You're shameless."
"Last I checked, I wasn't the one humping your thigh."
Your face burned, a small, angry sort of pout settling on your lips.
He snickered, hand sliding up to your waist, giving it a small squeeze. "Little too late to get all embarrassed. Shit was hot."
"Uh huhâŠ" You gave him a look, "Um. Thanks, by the way... that wasâ" You trailed off, not knowing how to express what you feel just the right way. "Good. It was good."
Katsuki snorted. "Just good?" you rolled your eyes, but leaned into his teasing with sweetness, something he didn't quite expect.
"Much better than good."
He searched your eyes for a beat, a hand coming up to brush back some of your hair. Then he pecked your lipsâ soft, almost sweet â before tugging your shirt back down carefully.
That was when you slowly realized, he was wrapping this up. But⊠he didn't cum?
He didn't cum.
"Hey, wait you didn'tâ"
He knew what you were talking about, the strained bulge in his shorts was nothing short of obvious.
"Does it look like I care."
His dismissal of his own need threw you off.
"Katsuki, that's not fair. I can't justâ"
"Sure you can. You just did."
You turned his head towards you, pulling him into a soft kiss, parting his lips with yours, trying to not get lost in tasting yourself on his tongue. Gently trying to urge him to let you have him the way he had you.
You try to convince him, urge him to let you return the favor, do something.
You ran your hand over the bulge in his shorts, traced it gently, wanting. He groaned against your mouth, the sound strained in the back of his throat, like he was holding himself back. "C'mon, Katsuki," you palmed him over his shorts, wanting to hear more. "Let me? Please?"
He looked like he could give in, his jaw tense, eyes screwing shut as your finger hooked into the waistband of his shorts, drawing out a breathy sigh. You froze when the intercom crackled above you.
"The gym will be closing in ten minutes. Please begin wrapping up your sessions and make your way to the exit. Thank you."
You blinked. Fuck.
"âŠI can be quick?"
That was a lie. Ten minutes wasn't nearly enough time to do what you wanted to.
He waved you off with a snort, tugging your hand away from his throbbing cock, taking it upon himself to adjust the hem of your shirt with more care than you thought possible from someone like him.
"Relax." He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. "Shitâs not a big deal. Can take care of it in the shower."
The mental image of him standing under the shower, hand wrapped around his cock, thinking about this â you â made something low in your stomach tighten.
You must have made a face, because he huffed out a laugh.
"But if you want to make it up so bad," He leaned in closer, nose brushing yours. The soft curve of his lashes was so much more apparent this close. He pressed a final, lingering kiss, grinning softly as he spoke. His voice low against your lips, promising. "We'll go for round 2."
may blabs: baby's first smut dont throw tomatoes at me.. ok
btw if u ever genuinely have a bloody nose do NOT tilt your head back. that blood will go down your throat and if it gets into ur stomach u could throw up and that is not good so do NOT do that âïžâïž
99 problems, but a wet dream ainât one | katsuki b.
summary: katsuki had a wet dream about you â and now he canât get the image out of his head, no matter how hard he tries. and when you find out? youâre sure as hell not making it easy for him.
warnings: best friend!katsuki, best friend!reader, reader is shameless, reader is down BAD, teasing, flirting, cursing, dirty talk, wet dream, smut, blowjob, gagging, spit, dom!katsuki, bratty!sub!reader, degradation, âthis is a bad ideaâ typa fic, MDNI;
wc: 2,3k
Katsuki Bakugou has a best friend problem.
And it isnât the kind of problem that can be solved by just talking about it, like normal friends do.
No. This is pretty difficult to solve.
Why?
One, because Katsuki doesnât even talk about feelings or problems most of the time. He just bottles them up until something new appears and then forgets about whatever bothered him before.
And two, he definitely wonât talk about how a wet dream with his best friend made him feel.
Yeah. A wet dream.
He hasnât had one of those since he was a fucking teenager, and it makes him feel so stupid. He is a grown man, for Godâs sake. An established pro-hero. A respected one. And more recently?
A fucking loser.
A loser who now struggles to even meet your eyes while youâre having a simple conversation, because every time he does, he remembers how you looked in his dream â naked and sweaty and so fucking eager to suck him off.
And of fucking course his mind wanders furtherâ
Would your mouth feel that good in reality?
Would it turn him on that much to have you on your knees between his legs?
Would your moans really sound that divine while doing your best to bring him towards pleasure?
Willâ
âEarth to Katsukiii,â you suddenly speak, waving a hand in front of his face, pulling him out of his thoughts and making him jolt slightly, his body shifting backwards on the couch.
âWhat!?â His head snaps towards you instantly, his hand coming up to slap yours away, ignoring the warmth that lingers from the brief contact.
âI have been talking to you,â you frown, scooching closer to him, leaning forward slightly, trying to catch his gaze. âWhatâs the matter?â
âNothinâ,â he shrugs, but his body tenses the moment your chest brushes against his arm.
âYouâre even pissier than usual,â you remark with a raised brow, studying him carefully. He scoffs.
âYouâre imagining things,â he replies way too fast.
You frown deeper, squinting your eyes as you shift even closer, intentionally closing the space between you. You donât miss the way he immediately leans away.
âWhy do you run from me?â you ask, tilting your head.
âI like my space, weirdo,â he mutters under his breath.
âI like your space too,â you tease, nudging your knee against his.
He instantly moves his knee away.
âShut up and watch this damn movie,â he rolls his eyes, trying to focus anywhere but you.
âKats.â
No answer.
âKatsuki,â you insist again, leaning in and poking his cheek with your finger.
You feel it â the tension.
You notice the way his hands curl, palms balling into fists as he takes a slow, deep breath, clearly trying to keep himself together.
âWhatâs up with you?â you push again, your voice softer this time, but more insistent. You move even closer, until heâs practically cornered at the end of the couch, your body fully pressing into his.
âTell meee,â you drag out, nudging him lightly. âWhatâs bothering you?â
âYouâre bothering me,â he finally snaps, his tone sharp and annoyed, making you blink in surprise. âEven in my fuckinâ dreams,â he adds with a frustrated groan, dragging a hand through his hair, making it messier than it already was.
âWhat?â you ask, caught off guard. âYou dreamt about me?â
âAre you deaf?â he rolls his eyes, letting out a short, dry chuckle.
Thenâ
Something shifts.
A slow, almost mischievous grin spreads across your lips.
âWhat kind of dream did you have?â you ask, lowering your voice slightly as you lean closer, your gaze locking onto his.
Before he can react, you move.
In one smooth motion, you swing your leg over him, then the other, settling yourself directly in his lap, your thighs resting on either side of his muscular legs.
His mouth parts slightly, frozen halfway open, one eye twitching as he stares up at you, completely caught off guard.
âCome on,â you push again, shifting slightly on his lap, your clothed core brushing against his crotch through his jeans.
âDid you have a wet dream?â you ask playfully, clearly teasing, not thinking anything of it â but the moment he flinches, looking away instead of snapping back at you, your smile falters just a bit.
âDid you really have a wet dream of me?â you ask again, this time more serious, your eyes searching his face.
âPiss off,â he mutters, avoiding your gaze.
âOh my god⊠I want to know right now,â you nudge him again, more insistent this time.
âI ainât telling you shit, now get off of me,â he says, though his hands find your hips, gripping them instinctively.
You place your hands over his, pressing them down, smirking slightly.
âYou know⊠if you tell me what it was about⊠maybe I can help,â you shrug casually, as if you didnât just drop that.
He stares at you, completely dumbfounded, like you just said the most insane thing heâs ever heard.
âYou gotta be joking,â he says, forcing a smile that doesnât quite reach his eyes.
âWhy would I be? Itâs not like I donât find you hot or anything,â you add, shifting slightly again in his lap.
That stirrs something in him.
He hisses under his breath, his grip on your hips tightening without him even realizing it.
âIâm still not telling you,â he mumbles, jaw clenching.
âOkayâŠâ you hum. âIâll guess.â
You take a moment to think, thenâ
âWas I on all fours? Were you fucking me from the back? I know you like doggy style⊠or maybe something else? Like missionary? Or cowgirl?â you ramble, mostly to yourself, watching his reactions closely. âHow aboutââ
âIt was a goddamn blowjob, now shut up,â he groans, his head falling back against the couch with a dull thud.
âOh,â you pause, blinking. âA blowjob,â you repeat thoughtfully, tilting your head slightly.
âHow was I able to fit all of that in my mouth?â you add, genuinely thinking about it.
He groans louder this time, hands leaving your hops and dragging them down his face.
âYou are killing me, woman,â he mutters, voice strained, making you giggle softly.
âSo you want it?â you ask, watching him closely.
He makes a pause, completely baffled.
Thenâ
âThe hell? Who asks their best friend to suck them off?â he snaps, glaring at you.
âWho dreams of their best friend sucking them off?â you shoot back instantly, raising a brow.
âSmartass,â he scoffs.
âPervert.â
âOh, Iâm the pervert? Not you, whoâs been grinding on me for the past minutes?â he shoots back.
âI only suggested it because you seem stressed lately,â you say, your tone softer now, but still teasing. âAnd you clearly donât wanna talk about feelings. Maybe I can help some⊠other way⊠you know?â
He goes quiet.
Really quiet.
His brows pull together as he stares at you, his expression shifting into something more serious, more conflicted â something you canât quite read.
Youâve never seen that look on him before.
Not like this.
Thereâs hesitation.
Something heavy sits behind his eyes.
âYou better not make me regret this,â he mutters finally, his voice lower now.
Your brows lift slightly, tilting your head. You didnât know what to make of this words.
âWhaâ what?â
His hands tighten on your hips, making you shift against his crotch for the nth time.
âGet on your knees.â
âNow?â You ask baffled.
âYes, now. Iâm in the mood and itâs your fault,â he reminds you.
You bite your lip to repress a smile.
Instead of a snarky comment, you just nod quietly and get off his lap. He spreads his legs wider the moment you move, watching you closely as you lower yourself onto your knees, settling between his muscular thighs.
Your palms come up to touch them, fingers gripping the material of his jeans as you slowly move them up and down, feeling the tension in his body, trying to ease it just a little.
You take your time.
Slowly moving upward, dragging it out, making it feel like it takes forever to reach his crotch⊠then his belt.
You start unbuckling it, your movements slow, all while looking up at him â watching the way he stares down at you, jaw tight, lips pressed together, hands resting stiffly at his sides.
You slide the belt out of the way, then undo his zipper, finally revealing his black boxers. Something hard brushes against your hand and he hisses above you, his breath catching.
Your fingers dip under the material and drag it down, exposing his happy trail that leads down to his cock. His own hands come down to help, pushing his jeans and boxers lower, lifting his hips just enough. The fabric bunches at his thighs, out of the way.
And thenâ
His cock springs free.
Long. Thick. Prominent veins running along the length of it. The tip flushed a reddish color, already leaking with pre-cum.
âCâmon, dig in,â he mutters, a smirk tugging at his lips as his hand comes to tangle in your hair, pushing you slightly forward.
You donât rush.
You lean in slowly, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, feeling the way he reacts instantly â his breath hitching, a quiet hiss slipping past his lips as you glance up at him through your lashes.
Your tongue slides out, dragging along his length, long, intentional strokes, collecting the pre-cum as you go. His fingers tighten in your hair.
âDonâtâ be such a tease, damn it,â he grits out, voice rougher now, the veins in his neck more visible as he looks down at you.
You let out a quiet chuckle, but you give in.
Enough teasing.
You part your lips and guide him in, taking him into your mouth slowly, inch by inch, relaxing your jaw as you go, until the tip presses against the back of your throat.
You pause there for a second, breathing steadily through your nose, adjusting â letting your body relax around him.
Then you start moving.
Slow at first.
Pulling back just enough before taking him in again, setting a rhythm, your tongue flattening along the underside, tracing the veins, working with each movement.
Spit and pre-cum mix together, making everything smoother, your lips sealing tightly around him.
All the while, your eyes stay on him.
Watching everything.
The way his teeth catch his lower lip. The flare of his nostrils. The crease forming between his brows as he tries to hold himself together. Low grunts slip past his lips, restrained, controlled â but you can tell heâs holding back.
That only makes you pick up the pace.
Your head starts bobbing more steadily, your movements more confident, more precise. Tears sting lightly at your eyes from the burn of your throat, but you donât stop â you just adjust your breathing, keeping the rhythm consistent.
You want to hear him.
Really hear him.
âYou happy now?â he asks, breath uneven, voice rough. âHaving a mouth full of me?â
You let out a muffled moan around him in response, the vibration traveling through him as your tongue moves again, your pace never faltering.
âYou greedy brat,â he chuckles, though his voice strains. He knows you â you like this, like putting on a show, like pulling reactions out of him.
His hips twitch upward when you increase your speed, your nails digging slightly into his thighs to steady yourself as his fingers tighten in your hair.
Sweat starts to bead at his forehead, sliding down as strands of blond hair stick to his skin.
âMhmâ keepâ keep going,â he finally groans, his control slipping just a bit more.
You keep the same pace, consistent, precise, working him up without losing rhythm, your tongue and lips working together, spit and pre-cum already dripping down your chin. But is all worth it when you feel itâ
The twitch.
The tension building.
A few more precise movements, a slight change in pressure, and thenâ
He breaks.
âFuck, fuck, gonn aââ
His words are cut off as a low, deep moan escapes him. He releases, his body tensing as he spills hot loads of cum into your mouth. He closes his eyes at the feeling, barely able to keep his lips sealed.
For a moment, he doesnât move, his orgasm washing over him, then â he finally looks at you. You were still on your knees, still sucking and slurping like your life depended on it.
âFuckinâ hellâ youâre takinâ everything,â he lets out a weak, breathy laugh. And it was true, you make sure to not let anything go to waste.
You suck him dry.
And he lets you â for a short while.
Only when the sensitivity kicks in does he tug at your hair, trying to catch his breath and helping you catch yours.
âShitâ too muchââ he groans, needing another second to breathe, to recover as you pull away, licking your lips slowly, cleaning the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand as you look up at him.
Taking him in.
Heâs leaned back against the couch now, hair messy, chest rising and falling steadily, his cock flushed and glistening, resting against his stomach now. His pants and boxers are still pushed down around his thighs as he spreads his legs, taking a lot of space like usual.
But he wasnât the only one looking messy⊠he noticed your state too.
And fuck if it wasnât the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen.
Your hair was deshiveled from his grabbing, your cheeks were flushed, lips plump and glistening with fluids⊠you looked so fucking pretty like this â on your knees for him, having his cum down your throat and looking at him with teary eyes â a sign of how hard you tried to take him.
You remain on the floor even if it wasnât the most comfortable place, still close to him.
âSoâŠâ you finally break the silence softly.
His eyes snap back to yours, still catching his breath.
âWas this better than your dream?â you ask with a raised brow and a teasing grin.
But he wonât give you want to want. He already gave you enough.
He just scoffs at your question, rolling his head slightly to the side, trying to hide his smile.
ê° synopsis ê± â¶ itâs been a rough night. your heart is still recovering from being broken, you need an uber home, your phone is dead, and everyone else has already left the class 1-a yearly reunion. wellâeveryone except bakugou. he gives you not just a ride home, but a solution to your lonely predicament
ââ ⶠWORD COUNT. 12.0k words ; give it a chance plssss
ââ ⶠBEFORE YOU READ. female reader ; pro hero bakugou + pro hero reader ; reader was in class 1-a ; reader has a quirk (she's stretchy - think like elastigirl from the incredibles LOL) ; reader gets her heart broken by an unnamed random guy + has insecurities ; bakugou is silently pining (and quite good at hiding it tbh) ; friends (sort of) to lovers ; cunnilingus ; p in v ; creampie ; morning after ; confessions (sort of. its bakugou ok) ; getting together ; the class 1-a girls are gossips ; masterlist.
ê° commentary ê± â¶ hi my name is riv and i am going thru mental breakdown after mental breakdown about my life but it wont stop me from writing about letting bkg hit
Class 1-A is trauma-bonded for lifeâitâs this invisible, untraceable, yet undeniable thing.
Sure, years pass. Adulthood kicks in. Lives become busier, more hectic, more demanding. Time is a funny thingânine years ago, you were sitting in a classroom with these people, learning how to be a hero. Nine years later, youâre sitting in a rented-out bar, sharing a drink with them as they trade hero stories like itâs part of the average day.
Then again, you suppose it is the average day for pros. Wake up, go to work, save people, crack cases, go on patrol, and go to sleep. Repeat.
Adulthood is a bummer. Everything is so different nowâyou donât gossip with Toru every day or giggle with Mina in passing periods. You donât tease Ochako about her rapidly growing crush or share headphones with Kyoka during lunch. You donât study with Yaomomo or sit in Tsuâs room and have deep discussions about philosophy. Class 1B isnât there to rival you and your peers. Mister Aizawa isnât popping around at the oddest moments in that ridiculous sleeping bag.
And then adulthood is nice. Some things never changeâBakugou is yelling about something in the distance like a maniac, while Midoriya rubs his neck sheepishly. Todoroki says something with that deadpan face of his, and that only seems to set the blonde off even more. You canât help but huff, rolling your eyes fondly.
Class 1-A is trauma-bonded, and fuck if itâs not one hell of a bondâadulthood claiming your lives and free time or not. Youâll find the time to get together like this at least once a yearâwith someone as good at planning as Yaomomo and someone as persistent and vocal as Iida, everyone makes it to the Class 1-A routine meet-up.
If only you werenât so fucking devastated at this meet-up, you could have appreciated it properly. But you are, and thereâs nothing to do about it now but suck it upâand hey, thereâs always next year, right?
Thatâs what you tell yourself as you robotically hug each girl goodbye. Thatâs what you tell yourself as you watch your former classmatesâturned occasional colleaguesâfile out of the bar and head off in different directions, dispersing along all the paths life has dragged them down separately.
You stand there for a good second after everyone leavesâyouâre the only one left, youâre sure. Alone. As always, you think with a self-deprecating scoff, youâre alone. Even when youâre surrounded by a room full of people, youâre alone.
You should just get an Uber home. Itâs late, you have morning patrol, and itâs getting really fucking cold, the night breeze biting at your skin. But you stand there anyway, stiff and unresponsive, because you are, despite trying to shove it all aside for one night, devastated. And so fucking alone.
âThe hell are you still standing out here for?â comes a gruff voice from behind you.
You joltâand thatâs how out of it you are, because who the hell sneaks up on you so easily? Youâve honed your fighting abilities and reflexes better than that. Youâve made sure your skills are good enough that you arenât crept on so easily. So why didnât you hear Bakugou coming up behind you? You have no clue.
âBakugou,â you mumble, âwhy are you still here?â
âHah?â He looks at you, mildly irritated. âI asked you first, Stretchy. Answer me before you ask me stupid questions.â
Stretchy. Even after all these years, Bakugou calls everyone by those obnoxious nicknames he comes up with instead of their actual names. Youâve noticed a long time ago that he always goes one of two routes when picking his stupid little names: by physical appearance or by quirk. It just so happens he chose to use the latter for youâever since the day your body stretches out like elastic in front of him for the first time, youâve been Stretchy. Have been nothing else. Will probably never be anything else.Â
If you werenât so emotionally downcast, you mightâve rolled your eyes and snapped back: my name is not Stretchy! But you donât have it in you. So you just mutter, âIâm getting an Uber.â
âSo get it, then,â he grumbles. âThe hell are you waiting for? Itâs the middle of the fucking night.â
You donât point out that itâsâŠkind of sweet, in a blunt, Bakugou sort of way, that heâs concerned about your safety. Or that itâs pointless to be, considering youâre a pro hero tooâone who patrols in the middle of the night on a regular basis. But anyone whoâs shared years with him, classroom and battlefield alike, knows better than to argue with him over meaningless things if they value their eardrums.
âYeah, whatever,â you mumble, pulling out your phone to call the damn Uber. You shouldâve just driven yourself, but youâd been too exhaustedâand, frankly, too sadâto deal with the thirty-minute drive. Itâs not like you canât afford to waste the money, anyway.
You tap your screen once. Then twice. Nothing.
Huh.
You press and hold the power button. Still nothing. Youâve got to be fucking kidding, you think.
As if your week couldnât have gotten any worse.
First, you get ghosted by your almost-but-not-quite boyfriend, who was never really your boyfriend, but thatâs not the important part. The important part is that he almost, just almost, was by anyoneâs standards. Then, after he gets you fucking attached, you find out he ghosted you for some other girl with way nicer fucking tits and longer legs than yours (no, you did not stalk that girlâs socials, thank you very much. You just happened to stumble onto it and accidentallyâŠtapped the tagged user. Thatâs all). Then, you miss out on enjoying the one night you look forward to every year because you canât pull yourself out of this stupid, heavy funk. And now, finally, your phone is dead. Completely dead. No Uber, no ride home, no immediate access to the ice cream in your freezer to have a good, necessary cry.
And Kaminari has already left, so he canât charge it with his quirk. Great. Fantastic, even.
âYouâve gotta be fuckinâ kidding me.â Bakugouâs voice cuts through your spiral as he glares at you. âWere you here to be social or be on your damn phone all night? Howâs that thing already dead, huh?â
âI wasnât on my phone,â you shoot back, a little more petulant than intended. âI justâŠforgot to charge it before I got here.â
He stares at you with what can only be pure, hard judgment. âYou people are so poorly prepared for everything, it never fails to piss me off.â
Well. If your week couldnât get any worse, you now have to have Bakugou Katsuki, of all people, call you an Uber and get you home, which means you have to tell him your address. Which means you will, inevitably, lie awake all night wondering if heâs going to look up your apartment and judge it. Not that you think your place is bad, or that Bakugou is even the type to care about that kind of thingâbut your brain is not exactly known for being reasonable once it gets going.
At the same time that you say, âIâll pay you back if you call me an Uber,â he exhales sharply and snaps, âWell, fucking follow me, then.â
You pause.
âWhat?â you blink.
Heâs already started walking off, and your question only seems to irritate him further. âExactly what the fuck I said. Follow me.â
You doâonly because you have to, if you want to ask him again to get you the damn Uber. âBakugou, Iâll pay you before the Uber even gets here, okay? You donât have to worry about your moneyââ
You hear the sharp beep of a car unlocking, and then a sleek, obnoxiously fancy Porsche lights up from the inside. Bakugou yanks the passenger door open and jerks his chin toward it, already glaring.
âGet in. And donât talk like I canât afford a fucking UberâIâm not so desperate for money that I need you coughing it up that fast, you damn loser.â
âYouâŠwhat?â You just blink at him, stupidly.
Bakugou looks like heâs just about one minor inconvenience away from exploding. He tips his head back with a long, aggravated groan. âGod damn it, StretchyâIâve got shit to do in the morning, okay? Get. In. Did you hear me that time? For fuckâs sake, your hearing canât be that bad.â
ââŠWhy?â you ask, somehow even more stupidly.
You canât help itâthis doesnât feel like a Bakugou thing to do. And it definitely doesnât feel like a Bakugou thing to be doing for you of all people.
âCan you just fucking get in the car so I can drive you home and call it a night?â he grits out.
His eye is twitching now, just slightly, and you decide you would actually like to make it home tonight, so you decide not to push your luck. You walk over and get into the car without another word. Itâs best not to piss him off to the point where he changes his mind on helping you altogether. That would be rough.
The door slams shut behind you almost immediately after youâre in, and Bakugou is in the driverâs seat just as fast. âPut your seatbelt on,â he mutters, reaching for his own.
He says this as youâre in the process of reaching for it, and you sometimes forget just how unnecessarily annoying Bakugou can be. And bossy. Very, very bossy.
âI am,â you mutter back, rolling your eyes.
âHere,â he only grunts in response, handing you a charger, and you wordlessly take it, plugging in your phone.
âThanks,â you say quietly. âGood thing you were still there, huh?â You give him a sheepish look.
His only form of reply comes as a flat look. You wither under it.
âWhat were you still doing there while everyone was gone anyway?â You mumble.
âTaking a phone call,â he mutters. And then, because heâs apparently still as petty as he used to be back in the day, he glances at yours and adds, âBecause I keep mine charged.â
You all but pout at his pointed statement, huffing as you start to defend yourself. âOkay, well, I never make this mistake usually. I justââ
You cut yourself off when your phone lights up from charging and turning on, catching your attention at the same time it does Bakugouâs. Wellâthat was pretty fast, at least. You almost wonder if the five percent heâs managed to get you to will be enough to last you on an Uber ride home. That would be better than a long thirty minutes sitting next to the agitated lump of blonde hair next to you, right?
You canât entertain the idea for even a second longer than you had it, though. Because Bakugou is already muttering under his breath, âFinally,â before looking at you and saying, ânow send me your address so I can type it in.â
âYou know, if you were this pressed for time I couldâve just typed the address into your GPS myself,â you say dryly.
âGreat idea,â he says just as dryly, ânext time, maybe Iâll try that when you talk less. Now gimme the address, idiot.â
Well. You give up on your idea of the Uber and you do. And you watch as he slots his phone into the holder on the dash, your message lighting up the screenâStretchy. Thatâs your contact name.
Of course it is. (But then again, itâs a miracle Bakugou even saved your contact at allâyouâd always assumed he had the class group chat muted.) You fight the urge to roll your eyes again and just slump back into your seat instead, resigning yourself to your fate for the night as he taps on your message and pulls up your address in his GPS.
The engine hums to life, low and smooth, and the car pulls out onto the road. You sink a little deeper into your seat, letting your head fall back for a second before, against your better judgment, your eyes drift over.
Bakugou drives like he does everything else: so absurdly impressively, itâs actually ridiculous. Itâs just driving, and yet he makes it look like itâs something only he can do so wellâone hand on the wheel while the other rests on the gear shift, relaxed. His posture is easy, shoulders set, gaze sharp on the road ahead. And itâs just one of those attractive things men do for no reason.
ItâsâŠannoying. How natural he looks. How good he looks.
The streetlights flicker over him in passing streaks, catching the sharp line of his jaw, the slight furrow in his brows, the way his eyes narrow just a bit when he switches lanes. Bakugou looks so annoyingly good, and youâre helpless to notice it.
Because thatâs just the thingâyouâve always noticed it.
Youâd be lying if you said you hadnât thought he was attractive back in high school. You definitely did. It was hard not to. He was bulky and muscular and tall with a good faceâhe even wore baggy pants and a tight-fitted shirt for his hero costume. He did all the right things (without meaning to, of course) to be attractive to the average girl.
But his attitude? WellâŠthatâs another matter.
That had killed the attraction before it could ever be anything more than a passing thought. A surface-level thing. Something youâd notice and immediately shove aside because Bakugou Katsuki was not someone you entertained a crush on unless you were actively trying to make your own life harder. And you definitely didnât need that, so you never put much thought into it.
And yet, now, years later, watching him drive like this, youâre painfully aware that itâsâŠstill there. That lingering attraction that you undeniably have for him. Persistently so.
You tear your gaze away before you can get caught staring. What the hell is wrong with you? Itâs just Bakugou. Youâve known him for over a decade, and youâve never been affected by him like this, and you wonât start now. Your broken heart and devastating loneliness are getting to you. Thatâs all.
The silence stretchesânot uncomfortable, exactly, and youâre sure Bakugou would prefer it this way, if anything. But still, you feel like itâs too stiff for you to handle, so you do what youâre best at. Awkwardly making small talk to fill in the awkward silence, even if itâll annoy him.
(If anything, you hope it will.)
You clear your throat. âSo.â
He doesnât look at you. âSo?â
ââŠBusy lately?â you try, immediately regretting it. God, that was lame.
He huffs quietly through his nose. âYeah. Work doesnât exactly stop for heroes.â
âRight,â you nod, even though he isnât looking. âSame.â
Another beat of silence. You glance at him again, just for a second, and immediately regret it when you notice the way his hand shifts slightly on the wheel, forearm flexing.
Holy fuck.
âYour new agencyâsâŠuh. Doing well?â you ask, grasping at anything that sounds remotely normal. Remotely interesting. Bakugou would love talking about himselfâright?
âTch. Obviously,â he mutters. âWeâre not half-assing shit over there.â
âYeah, I figured,â you say quickly. âIâve heard good things.â
He shoots you a brief sideways glance, like he hardly believes it. âFrom who?â
âPeople,â you shrug, already cringing. âAround.â
âHn,â he grunts. He looks back at the road. âWell, theyâre right. Iâm gonna be the best agency soon, tooâyouâd do well to remember that.â
You press your lips together, trying not to smile. God, heâs insufferable. You hum, letting your head rest back. âKaminari said youâve been working yourself to death without some sidekicks.â
âDunno why youâre listening to that idiot,â Bakugou scoffs. He looks a little sulky at the mention of having no sidekicksâlike itâs a sore topic. (Youâre not surprised in the slightest when Kaminari tells you that no sidekick stays for long after getting a taste of Bakugouâs abrasiveness.) âDunce-face talks too much.â
âHe said you donât take breaks.â
âI donât need breaks.â
You snort softly. âYeah, okay.â
That earns you another glance, longer this time, but the sulkiness is gone, and thereâs something almost amused sitting underneath it. Barely there, but itâs there. âWorry about yourself,â he says, turning back to the road. âYouâre the one who looks like shit tonight.â
You blink, then scoff. âWow. Thanks.â
âYou know what I mean,â he mutters.
Yeah. You do. Youâre sure you looked miserable and stiff as a board all night. No way the girls didnât notice, but they know you well enough to know youâll come to them on your own timeâand you will. When the time is right, youâre sure youâll vent away about men and their shittiness and their lack of communication and commitment when youâre feeling up to it.
For now, though, youâll just sit here and be driven home by Bakugou Katsuki, who seems to know something is up, yet does not comment on it as he does a surprisingly nice thing for you. And for some unknown reason, that makes something in your chest feel just a little less heavy.
The rest of the car ride goes rather smoothly, and you pull up to your apartment in what feels like a surprisingly fast amount of time. TimeâŠdoesnât seem to drag on with Bakugou, even when itâs silent. Of course, heâd actually entertained your small talk when you tried here and there, but you find that thereâs almostâŠcomfort in Bakugouâs silence.
He parks in front of the building. And then, he surprises you as he says bluntly, âYou've been actinâ weird all night. Whatâs with you?â
You stiffen, jaw tightening. âNothing, I donât know what youâreââ
âThatâs bullshit. Iâm not fucking stupid,â he cuts in, flat.
âWell, whyâs it your business?â you snap, sharper than you mean to.
Bakugou shrugs, like it really doesnât matter either way. âItâs not. But I drove thirty minutes in the opposite direction for your dumbass, so Iâm curious why.â
You huff, looking away toward your apartment building, arms crossing tighter over yourself. âItâs nothing. JustâŠa shitty week.â
âTch.â He leans back slightly, still watching you. âShitty how?â
âJust stuff,â you mutter. âItâs not a big deal.â
He clicks his tongue, clearly not buying it. âLiar.â
You shoot him a look. âExcuse me?â
If thereâs one thing that Bakugou is that people tend not to give him credit for, itâs that heâs perceptive. Observant. They make the mistake of thinking that he always rushes right in, charges head-on without an ounce of a plan or a single thought in his brain other than brute forcing his way out of everything. But thatâs farther from the truth than anyone would assume. Bakugou is so smart, it just adds to the list of reasons why heâs infuriating.
Heâs smart, and he notices things, and he always has a pretty fucking good idea of what heâs talking about.
So when he says, âYouâve been off all night. Quietâand not your usual type of quiet,â you look at him funny. You never assumed heâd have a good idea of what heâs talking about when it pertains to you.
âWow. Since when do you know me so well?â
âI know all of you freaksâhave to if Iâm gonna beat you all and be number one,â he shoots back immediately. Then, after a moment, âYou still seeinâ that guy Dunce-face was talking about?â
You still. Just for a second. How didâŠhow did he know thatâs what was wrong? (And why is Kaminari airing your business out like that? From now on, youâre going to stick to the girls, and thatâs itâKaminari has lost his gossip privileges.) And of course, Bakugou catches the way you stiffen almost immediately, so he catches on that he was right. âHah. Knew it,â he mutters. âSparky says the guyâs lame as shit.â
âItâs notââ you start, then exhale sharply. âItâs nothing.â
âThat means youâre not seeinâ him anymore, I take it,â he says. âSo was he a jerk?â
You groan, dropping your head back against the seat. âCan you not?â
âNo,â he says, without hesitation. âYouâre sitting here acting like shit over some guy?â
âIâm not acting like shit,â you snap, even though you know you are. âAnd heâs not just some guy, either.â
âYou are acting like shit,â he says flatly. âWhat, you love him or something?â
âNo,â you sputter, âwe didnât even know each other like that for it to be love.â
âSo then whatâs the big deal?â
You look away again, jaw tight. âI donât know! Itâs likeâŠitâs justâŠâ You trail off and sigh. âItâs stupid.â
âYeah,â Bakugou shrugs. âProbably.â
Your head snaps back toward him in disbelief. (At least now you know there is at least one thing heâs not good atâhe canât comfort people for shit.) âWow. Thanks, asshole.â
âBut youâre clearly stuck on it,â he continues, unfazed. âSo itâs not stupid to you. Are you gonna be fine, or are you gonna go up there and spiral all night?â
âStill donât see how itâs your business,â you grumble.
Itâs only silent for a moment before Bakugou grabs his keys and turns the ignition off on his (very fancy) car. His door opens and closes, and before you can even get an idea of whatâs happening, he pulls your door open and gestures for you to get out.
âLetâs go,â he says.
âW-what?â you stutter.
âI said, letâs go,â he rolls his eyes, âWeâre goinâ up to your place, and youâre gonna give me a bottle of water and somethinâ to snack on. Least you can do for making me drive all this way.â
Itâs his way of keeping you company for a bit longer. This much, you know.
Bakugou is a complicated guy. Heâs mean and rude and crass and loads of other unpleasant things that people could use to describe him in order to convey that heâsâŠnot easy to get along with. Not even a little.Â
But heâs a good person at heart. Itâs undeniable. People are always safe around Bakugou, even if it costs him his life (though really, it hardly ever does because heâs just that good), and even if it takes every ounce of his blood, sweat, and tears. He does it because itâs in his nature to do soâingrained in him since the day his quirk was manifested. Heâs the best at winning against bad things, and it helps peopleâimperfectly, sure, and not always in a very heartfelt manner, but as sincerely as it comes.
If he decides to come up and spend time with you for a bit to keep your mind off of your broken heart, itâs not because he pities you or feels this self-righteous sense of justice. He never does what he doesnât want to do. So he wants to do thisâand itâs because in his own, weirdly unexpected way, he cares.Â
Perhaps itâs not entirely unexpected, though, you supposeâafter all, Class 1-A is trauma-bonded for life. All of you.Â
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When you let him into your apartment, he takes a quick glance around. Lingers over the small trinkets and items you keep as decor, and then marches his way over to the kitchen as he mumbles, âWhat sorta snacks you got?â
You pull out one of the bags of red, hot, spicy chips from the convenience store that you keep stashed awayâthey canât be good for you, but you figure you only live onceâand hand them to him. He perks up minimally.Â
Bakugou likes spicy things. Itâs one of the first things you ever learned about him, actually about him as a person and not just him pertaining to the nature of the hero course, and for some reason, itâs a detail you seem to remember.Â
He grabs the bag and slinks off to your couch while you grab your long-awaited ice cream and slump onto the opposite end of it right after, which isnât too far, considering your couch is not that large. His feet are thrown over your coffee table, and you donât care enough to bother with scolding him about how ill-mannered it is.Â
âSo,â he grunts, popping a chip into his mouth. âWhy the pity party? He dump you or somethinâ?â
âWe werenât together,â you mutter, digging your spoon roughly into your frozen treat. Youâre long past the point of wondering if itâs a wise idea to tell Bakugou all your woesâheâs already here, so you figure, why the hell not? âI donât think it qualifies as a dump.â
âAh,â he huffs, chewing as he seems to get whatever clarity he was searching for. âSo he ran off before things got official, and now youâre sulkinâ.â
âIâm not sulking,â you click your teethâall of which is said through a rather sulky tone, so he only snorts and raises an eyebrow at you. You just respond by glumly taking a spoonful of your ice cream as you add, âAnd itâs not even like I fell for him that hard, okay? Itâs justâŠthe principle of thingsâhe shouldnât have strung me along like that, and he couldâve just told me instead of disappointing me when things seemed to be going great. And, he definitely never implied that he was seeing other people, so itâs particularly low of him to do all that just so he could see another girl who is clearly so opposite of me, so Iâm not even sure I was his type, rather than an easy situationship. Except I didnât give him what he wanted easily, so I bet thatâs why he lost interest so suddenly when he realized he wasnât going to get what heââ
âHoly fuck,â Bakugou groans, âyou sound like the damn nerd with all that mumbling. Okay, so some guy wanted to get in your pants, you didnât let him, and he got bored. Big dealâjust means you picked a fucking loser. So donât do that next time.â
He says it like itâs so simple. Itâs never that simple. Men are so naive.Â
âThanks for the stellar advice,â you say sarcastically, shooting him a flat look.
He only smirks, shrugging as he hums, âYeah, donât mention it. Donât get used to it thoughâIâm not a fuckinâ therapist who solves your shit for you.â
âIâll try not to depend on you too much,â you roll your eyes. You take another spoonful of your ice cream and sigh tiredly as you slump back against your cushions, and he sighs heavily and throws his head back exasperatedly.Â
âLook, I know Iâm not always the mostâŠfuck, I donât know the wordââ
He shoots you a withering glare, and you huff as you trail off. âAnyway,â he fixes you with a pointed look, âeven though I donât get all bent up outta shape over nonsense like this, Iâd get it if you were head over heels for this bastard. But it sounds like you didnât even like the loser that much, so Iâm failing to understand why it matters that bad.â
âBecause,â you sigh in exasperation, âI justâŠI donât knowâŠI wanted someone to choose me and like what they see, okay? No one ever cares to even bother getting to know me, and Iâm starting to wonder if thereâs a reason why.â
âYou just havenât set your sights on the right guy yet,â he shrugs, âbig fuckinâ deal. Youâll stop being dumb and choose a good one eventuallyâIâm willing to believe youâre capable of at least that much.â
âThey really ought to give you your therapy license,â you say dryly, your face as unimpressed as your tone. âI bet people would pay good money to hear this.â
âIâll consider it if my agency is a bust,â he snorts, shooting you a sly smirk as he leans back into the couch, one arm slung over the backrest. âSeriously though,â he adds after a second, side-eyeing you, âyouâre makinâ this deeper than it is. Some shallow guy beinâ shallow is a stupid reason to get all in your head about shit or whatever.â
You press your lips together, staring down into your melting ice cream. âWell, thatâs easy for you to say,â you mutter.
âHah?â he grunts.
It is easy for someone like Bakugou. Someone whoâs always good at everything and knows it. Has enough confidence for two people and then some. Youâre certain that if Bakugou actually let women come near him long enough to entertain the idea of a romantic relationship with him, theyâd be at his feet the way they are for Todoroki. Women have a thing for men they feel like they can change, can make soften up just for them. Heâd be a magnet for the fix-it type of girls if he were actually interested someday, and it only frustrates you further when he talks like your problems are so simple.Â
âThis is how itâs always been for meâeven back in high school, it was the same thing.â
Bakugouâs brows knit slightly. âThe hell are you talkinâ about?â
You stare intently into your pint of ice cream, stabbing the spoon in and out. âLikeâŠwith guys. Itâs always been like this.â
âThatâs bullshit.â
You blink at him. âWhat?â
âI was there, in case you forgot,â he says, as if that alone settles the matter. âDonât rewrite shit. You got asked out once by that extra.â
You frown. âThatâs notâokay, first of all, that was just so he could try and show off his support gadgets to the agency I did my work study with. It doesnât count. And second, thatâs not my point.â
âThen what is?â he shoots back.
You hesitate, then sigh, dragging your spoon through your ice cream again. âLikeâŠI donât know!â You gesture with your hand vaguely, âIâm never memorableâŠor the sort of person that stands out enough for people to be interested, you know? Even Mineta made a list once when we were in schoolâdid you know that? Ranking all the girls. And I was last. Like, dead last for whose tits heâd want to see in order. And I know itâs stupidâitâs Mineta. But some part of me wondered why I was last, andâŠI just figured maybe when I got older, got more confident, and figured myself out, then itâd be different. But itâs not. Itâs just the same thing againâand now Iâm starting to wonder if thereâs a reason why I was last on that list.â
Silence settles heavily between you. Bakugou stares at you incredulously, like youâve just said something thatâs genuinely incomprehensible. âYouâre fuckinâ kidding me, right?â He scoffs.
You donât meet his eyes as you bring your legs up to your chest and hug your arms tightly around your knees. âWhat?â You frown, sulky and self-conscious.
âYouâre tellinâ me youâre still hung up a decade later over that small fry not wantinâ ta take a peek at your tits? Why the fuck would you even want him to see them?â
âI donât want him to see them,â you defend, huffing. âBut likeâŠfuck, câmon! If the perveiest, creepiest guy you know doesnât get excited at the thought of seeing you naked, who in their right mind will?â
He looks at you in pure distaste. âI knew you were an idiot, but I thought you werenât this much of a fucking idiot, Stretchy. Sitting here wanting people to see you naked. Fuckinâ absurd.â
âDonât be purposely dense,â you snap. You donât know why it matters so much that Bakugou understands where youâre coming from, but it does. Itâs important that he understands. âIâm notâŠI justâŠall my life, Iâve never been the one people want. Thereâs always someone better. Hotter, or smarter, or funnier. Nobody wants meânot even for the wrong reasons. How can I expect anyone to want me for the right ones?â
Bakugou is silent. For a moment, you think he finally understands. Think heâll finally have an odd moment where heâs compassionate and gentle and you see eye to eye and have a heart-to-heart about your lifelong insecurities and your raging sense of inferiority when it comes to anything outside of your job. (Because at least you can give yourself that muchâyouâre good at your job.)
But then he says, âYouâre so dumb, it physically hurts to watch you sometimes.â
And you bury your face into your knees and just sigh. Why did you have any hope for anything else? Why did you expect Bakugou Katsuki of all people to have empathy for your lack of confidence? The walking epitome of confidence is sitting on your couch, and you had the gall to think heâd even try to understand you.
But then he takes you by surprise.
âYou see the shit people say on the internet about you, donât you? You got fans. They think youâre hot.â
You blink as you lift your head back up. âWell, sure, butââ
Bakugou cuts you off. He looks at you like youâre dumb as he speaks, and you almost wonder if you are with the way he holds so much conviction in that gaze of his. Like he believes wholeheartedly youâre a stupid fucking idiot with stupid fucking thoughts.
âBut fucking what? That means youâre clearly not the ugliest girl on the planet. Youâre sociable enough that you got plenty of friends, too, and you have talents. Youâre half decent enough at hero stuff. Youâre tellinâ me you think no one wants you? You have to be pretty air-headed to think no oneâs gonna desire you or whatever.â
All things aside regarding theâŠwell, delivery of his statement, itâs a pretty nice statement. Something about the idea that Bakugou believes someone could definitely want you makes your chest feel rather light. Itâs kind and comforting in an odd way, despite the rough and borderline mean way of saying it. Thatâs Bakugou for you, though, you suppose. Always doing good in the least seemingly good way possible.
âYouâre being weirdly thoughtful,â you fix him with a look as you stir your ice cream around. You fight back a small smile.Â
He huffs, throwing another chip in his mouth before he mumbles, âIâm always thoughtful, you loser. Iâm fuckinâ awesome, youâre just blind as shit.â
âYeah, yeah,â you smile.
âJust eat your ice cream before it turns into soup,â he grumbles.
You take his advice for once, scooping up another bite just to give your hands something to do. The cold bites at your tongue as you think on his words. You have to be pretty air-headed to think no oneâs gonna desire you or whatever. Are you? Are you air-headed to think that? No one has given you a reason to think they do want youâbut he seems to say it like he knows itâs true. Like he knows someone wants you exactly in the way you want to be wanted. It eats away at you in your head. Does he know who? Is it someone from your old class? A friend of his? Kirishima, or Sero, or hellâŠeven Todoroki? (You rule out Kaminari rather quicklyâyou almost pity the guy for how long heâs pined after Jirou.)
You glance at him from the corner of your eye. Heâs already looking at you. You freeze for half a second, catching him eyeing you down, and he doesnât even bother pretending otherwise. Just watches you, eyes narrowed slightly like heâs trying to figure something out, trying to search for something that he can only find in you.
âWhat?â you mutter, a little defensive.
âTch.â He looks away first, shoving another chip into his mouth. âNothinâ.â
You donât buy that for a second. âYouâre staring.â
âI wasnât.â
âYou literally were.â
âEat your damn ice cream,â he snaps back, but thereâs no real heat in it.
âWhyâre you being all weird all of a sudden?â you mutter.
He scoffs. âYouâre the one whoâs weird. Donât start projecting.â
âIâm not.â
âYou are.â
You roll your eyes as you go back and forth with him, but thereâs a small smile tugging at your lips again, uninvited and almost second nature somehow. It lingers longer than you expect. Who knew it could be so easy to smile in Bakugouâs company? You wonder if the you from high school would be shocked to see this nowâhell, you think the you of last week would be shocked to see this, too.Â
You look back at him, and heâs still staringâsofter this time, less like heâs searching for whatever it is he was searching for a moment ago, and more like heâs staring just to stare.
âWhat?â you ask again, furrowing your brows.
He doesnât answer right away. Just looks at youâlooks at you hard and good andâŠand so full of certainty and conviction like earlier. Certainty for what, you wonder. You have no idea, but it almost feels like something is shifting in your relationship with Bakugouâor perhaps, something that was always there that you never knew of is revealing itself. It makes your stomach twist.
What relationship do you even have with him? Outside of being semi-friendly? You shared a class with him for three years and fought through a dark, heavy disaster side by side. Itâs unfair to say you donât know him that wellâhe was your friend. That much, you think, is fair to say. Perhaps not your closest friend, nor a lifelong one. But a friend all the same.Â
So what is it? Why does it feel like thereâs something thatâs making itself noticeable now, all these years later? What is it exactly? Your head spins as you try to figure it all out, all while he just keeps on fucking staring.
âNothing,â he mutters finally, but it sounds distracted. It sounds like his mind is elsewhere, and his body is here.Â
âYouâre still staring,â you whisper.
His jaw tightens slightly. âStop sayinâ that,â he mutters.
âThen stop staring.â
âI was making eye contact, you fucking idiot.â
âI think you were staring.â
âNo, the fuck I wasnât.â
âYouâre looking right at me as you say that.â
â'Cause itâs called fucking eye contactâare you dumb or something?â
You stare at him. He stares right back. And then, because youâre you, you break it firstâhuffing out a quiet laugh and shaking your head. âI see. Are you just now realizing Iâm super gorgeous or something?â
âTch. Werenât you just going on about how no one seems wowed by you?â
You glare at him. âLow blow. And I said thatâs how it seems to be for some reasonâI never said I agreed with it. Personally, I think Iâm rather delightful, and people should notice it more.â
âYeah, real charmer,â he mutters.
You bump your knee lightly against his without thinking. âShut up.â
Itâs small. A casual touch, if anything. You didnât think much of itâin fact, it almost came to you naturally. But sitting on your couch and spilling your heart out and sharing snacks with Bakugou feels so oddly familiar, though, that perhaps your judgment is a little clouded.Â
He stills at the small touch. Your smile fades a little when you realize itâwhen you realize he didnât just brush it off like itâs casual. His gaze drops again, slower this time, to where your knee is pressed against his. And then back up. Did you cross a boundary? Did he find that weird? Is he uncomfortable? Was that a more intimate gesture than you thought it was?Â
Youâre sitting there spiralling in your head as you just watch him, waiting for him to say something. Anything.Â
He doesnât. Instead, he leans forward slightlyâjust enough that the space between you closes so that only a few bare inches remain. Your breath hitches.
âBakugouââ
âYouâve always been pretty dumb,â he mutters, voice low.
You blink. âWhat?â
âExactly what I said,â he closes his eyes and sighs, like heâs tired and conflicted andâŠand something else. Something else you just canât decipher, no matter how much you try. âI donât get how you donât fucking see it.â
âWhat do you mean?â
He doesnât answer. But he does open his eyesâdeep and sharp vermillion eyes that are looking at you, and he seems to have made a decision that heâs almost a little hesitant with. Like heâs reluctant to fully go through with it, but still. Heâs determined. That much you can tellâyou know what a determined Bakugou looks like, and this is it. This is it if you know it, and you know that you know it.Â
And then he leans in.
He leans right in, pressing his lips to your and kisses you softly. Itâs so softâsofter than any touch youâve ever felt. So careful and considerate, as if youâre a fragile petal thatâs on the verge of falling off the stamen, and heâs taking every ounce of willpower to keep you tethered to where you are. Keep you from falling away. Keep you there and whole and pieced together so that even the most delicate of touches doesnât ruin you.Â
You almost wonder if he thinks he wouldâruin you, that is. You wonder if all that careful consideration is because Bakugou believes youâre a fragile petal that could blow away, and heâs nothing but a harsh, cold wind that would blow you off your balance and carry on like itâs just his nature to do so.Â
And then he pulls back just as fast as it happened to look at you, brows furrowed slightly like heâs bracing for you to shove him off or yell at him.
Your brain is still catching up. He just kissed you. Bakugou Katsuki just kissed you. You stare at him, wide-eyed, and for once, he actually looks uncertain. Nervous, evenâalmost disappointed. And it does something weird to your chest.
âFuck, I shouldnât have done thââ
âYou just kissedââÂ
You both speak at the same time. You pause, he does too, and then his jaw tightens. âYeah. IâŠthat was stupid. SorryâIâŠfuck, I donât know what I was thinkââ
You donât know why you do it, but you lean forward and kiss him again. It just happens before you can process itâsome invisible, untraceable, yet undeniable force that makes you just do it. Â
And instantly, without even questioning it, his hand comes up, quick and certain, as it grips lightly at your jaw to steady you so he can kiss you properly.Â
Itâs slower this time. More deliberate. Less like heâs being careful and more like heâs trying to savor it now that he knows that he can. His lips press into yours as if they fit like puzzle pieces, and his tongue slides past your parted mouth to press against your own. Your breath catches, fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his shirt without you meaning to.
Itâs weird, but itâs notâkissing Bakugou. Heâs the last person you ever expected to kiss tonight, maybe even ever, but fuck does it feel like itâs the rightest thing youâll ever do.Â
âHow the fuck do you think no one wants you?â he grumbles between kisses, like heâs personally insulted by the idea. Itâs starting to occur to you that perhaps he is just a little insulted by the idea. âYouâre soâŠso fuckinâ dense.â
âNo one has ever made it clear,â you snap, bringing your hands around his neck and tugging on his hair as he kisses you deeper.
He hisses, but it only eggs him on to kiss you harder, more fervently. âYou want it clear? Then here the fuck you go.â
He kisses along your jaw. Down your neck. Across your collarbone. When your shirt slips off, you donât even have the clarity to stop and think about what it is youâre doingâit just feels that natural and right to let him do it. He takes in the sight of your tits in your bra, grabbing a handful of them with large, warm hands as he scoffs.
âThese the tits that small fry didnât wanna see? Iâm fuckinâ gladâIâd be pissed as hell if he got to see these.âÂ
He pulls off your bra. Rips it right off your back and makes you gasp as you feel the claps fly clean off somewhere in the distance.Â
âHeyââ
âOh, shut up,â he huffs, âitâs a fuckinâ bra. Iâll buy you some more if youâre that pressed over replacing one.â
Before you can even scold him for tearing your undergarments and being so nonchalant about it, his mouth latches onto a nipple, sucking and rolling his tongue over the nub as it hardens under his touch. You gasp, arching into his touch, whining when one of his hands moves to cup your other breast and use his fingers on the neglected nipple.Â
âOh myâfuck,â you breathe, your heart rate getting faster as your breaths come out more labored.Â
Bakugou grins against your tit, still sucking and lickingâand when you feel the faintest pressure of teeth around your nipple while his fingers pinch around the other, you let out a sound that youâd be mortified about if your mind wasnât so stuck in the clouds, hazy and unclear.
He kisses down the valley of your breasts when he finally pulls awayâright down your belly and right above the waistband thatâs sitting against your skin before he looks up at you for permission. âThis okay?â he grunts.Â
You nod quickly as you breathe heavily.Â
He gives you an unimpressed look as he raises a brow. âUse your words,â he says firmly, âI know you canâcanât you?â
âYes,â you whine, âyes, this is okay. J-justâŠget on with it.â
That satisfies him enough, it seems, because heâs pulling all the cloth that separates your core from him down, revealing your dripping cunt as he lets you kick off the cloth that pools at your ankles.Â
âLook at you,â he coos, grinning smugly at the sight of your arousal smeared along your folds and your skin. He leans closer to get a better look, and you whine in shame. âFuck,â he grunts, parting your legs with strong hands along your inner thighs as you try to close them from embarrassment. âQuit that,â he hisses. For whatever reason, you obey. âFuck, you are so wet.â
âBakugou,â you whine again, horrified, âwhat is wrong with you?â
He gives you a deeply bothered look. âKatsuki,â he snaps.
âWhat?â You furrow your brows. Why is he introducing himself to you as if youâve never met him beforeâdoes this man forget that he and you not only shared a class for three fucking years straight, but you fought a war side by side? Of course, you know his first name is Katsukiâ
âFor fuckâs sake, Stretchy,â he says in pure exasperation, âyouâre so dense, you make rocks seem weightless. Say Katsuki, not Bakugouâsâweird to hear that during sex. Thatâs my fuckinâ motherâs name, too, yâknow.â
âThank you for that mental image,â you fix him with a glare, âand Iâm not denser than a rockââ
He licks a stripe along your pussy to shut you up, and fuck does it work. BakugouâorâŠwell, Katsuki, you correct in your headâis so good at everything he does, itâs almost infuriating. But you arenât a liar, and you would be lying if you said you werenât grateful for him being so good at eating you out. Itâs like his life depends on it, the way he laps away at your folds, pressing his tongue into your cunt and pulling back away to roll over your clit. Itâs soâŠso fucking good.
It feels good. Feels right. Somehow, it feels like this is natural and like heâs supposed to be there between your thighs. Youâd expected yourself to be a bit more self-conscious about him seeing you like this, doing things to you like this, for a bit longer. But youâre not.
Instead, youâre throwing your head back into the couch as you moan, âKatsukiâmmhhh.â
âYeah?â he grins, so smug and handsome at the same time. Just unfair. âYou like that, huh?â
âB-be quiet,â you huff, whimpering when a finger sinks past your folds and stretches you open, âyou always talked too much.â
âAnd you always talked too little,â he counters, âtell me how good you feel and say my name like that again while you do it,â comes his blunt demand.
And he earns what he asks for, of course, because a second finger follows that first, and it makes you whine out his name in response like itâs an inevitable chain of events. Heâs pumping his digits into your wet cunt and pressing into your sweet spot like itâs that simple. His mouth closes around your clit, and he sucks, his tongue working some sort of unearthly magic along the bundle of nerves as you practically sob in pleasure.
Good, good, goodâeverything that Katsuki does is so good. Heâs so good at everything, it blows your mind. Literally. You can hardly think as he fucks his fingers into you and builds that familiar pressure up in your lower belly. Theyâre longer and thicker than your ownâand all those years of explosives at his fingertips have really roughened up the skin. Theyâre calloused and scarred. And they feel amazing when they glide along your walls. The friction is so different when itâs his fingers and not yoursâthey hit angles and stretch places you never hoped to do so yourself.
Like he can read your mind, he asks, âFeels nice?â with a low voice.
You can barely think, let alone form a proper response. Everything feels too sharp, too overwhelmingâyour breath catching, your body reacting before your brain can keep up. You roll your hips into his fingers as they thrust into you, grinding down onto his mouth so his tongue can lap away at your clit.
âYeahââ you manage, voice uneven, âsoâŠso good, Katsukiââ
âI know, baby,â he murmurs. Babyâhe just called you baby. And itâsâŠsweet. He says it oddly sweet and oddly gentle as he kisses your clit and smiles into your thigh when the kisses trail along the insides of them. His fingers are still pressing into that soft, sensitive spot in the back of your walls, still applying pressure exactly where you see white every time, and all the while, he seems to be so unexpectedly happy to be doing it.
You stare down at him, watching him between your legs, and when vermillion eyes intensely stare right back, piercing and calculating and yet soâŠso soft, you canât look anymore. Just close your eyes and let it happen as your body starts to creep towards that familiar sensation of euphoria.
âKatsuki,â you whine, voice cracking.
âJusâ let it happen, sweetheart,â he hums, âgonna cum for me?â
âYeah,â you whine some more, âyeahâfuck. Mâgonna cum.â
âThen do it, baby.â
You do. Katsuki is there to work you through it. Your walls spasm as you fallâno, plummetâoff the edge, and he doesnât hold back for an instant. His fingers are fucking into your tightness, the squelching sound of them gliding against your wet folds invading your very good hearing. His tongue is rolling back and forth against your swollen clitâso unforgiving and ruthless in his pace.
You can feel your back arch off the cushions of your couch, your hips working on their own accord as they move and grind down into his touch. Katsuki devours it allâlaps away at your juices and groans at the taste of you. Groans right into your pussy and leaves you shuddering at the vibrations his gruff voice leaves against where youâre most sensitive.
âSo fuckinâ tight,â he mutters, âdriving me crazy here, yâknowâsucking my fingers right in, I donât even have to do much myself.â
When youâre done chasing your high, chest heaving as you catch your breath and slump back against your couch, his mouth doesnât stop. He just stays there, pressing his lips where he can along your thighs, kissing and sucking into your skin, leaving blossoming marks in his wake while you try to gather some coherence in your mind.
âFuck,â you say breathlessly. âIâŠjustâŠyeah. Fuck.â
He snorts. âYouâre too easily impressed,â he mutters.
âYeah, well,â you glare, not meeting his gaze, âitâs not like Iâve ever doneâŠthisââ you vaguely gesture at him between your legs, ââto have a proper assessment of your skills.â
He looks at you. Bewildered. âWaitâyouâve never been fucked?â
âIâm not a virgin!â you sputter quickly, ânotâŠnot that thereâs no reason why I canât be a virginâbut Iâm not, okay? Iâve been fucked.â
âSo what is it then?â he raises a brow.
âIâve never had someone doâŠthis,â you gesture again.
âEat you out?â
âWhy do you have to go and say it like that?â you whine, covering your face with your handsâyouâre sure said face is bright red and flushed.
Heâs always been so vulgar. Even when you were kids. At least then, he was just vulgar with his language and not the connotations, but right now, heâs being vulgar about everything. And itâs seriously fucking with you right nowâin more ways than one, evidently.
Katsuki only snorts, looking at you in mild amusement. âIf you canât say it, you got no business doing it. And you gotta have better standards, tooâthe fuck do you mean you never been eaten out before?â
âMen are not so giving,â you glare at him, âtheyâre in it for themselves. Youâd know that if you werenât a man.â
âWell, I am a man,â he shoots back, âand as a man, I know Iâm pretty fucking giving. Cause I got standards and shit for my performance, and you should fuck people who have standards. And while youâre at it, you should get some god damn standards yourself, too.â
âI think you should take off your clothes instead of sitting there and lecturing me,â you huff.Â
To your mild surprise, he stands up and pulls you into his arms, lifting you up easilyâseriously, what is he built from?âbefore mumbling, âWhere the fuck is your room?â
You mumble out, âHall to your leftâsâthe door on the right at the end.â
In what feels like record time, heâs there, tossing you onto the mattress softly enough that you donât feel the recoil of impact harshly, but hard enough that you do a little bounce. He chuckles as you glare, easily lifting the black t-shirt heâs wearing over his head. It reveals his bare torso andâŠshit.
Itâs not as though youâve never seen Katsuki shirtless. Of course, you have. Youâve trained with him and battled alongside him, and more than once has he been shirtless, or even had his shirt burned clean off. Itâs nothing new to you that heâs muscular and well-built and so fucking broadâbut fuck. Heâs really bulked up since you last saw him shirtless. The biceps you can see from his short-sleeved shirt were already proof of that, but seeing him now without it, seeing his pecs and the clear indents of every ab while the broadness of his body is on full display, is just something else, entirely.Â
And youâre staring. Because how could you not? Of course, youâre staring. Youâre only human, no matter how superhuman this society isâyou canât help it that youâre simply in awe as you look at him.Â
And he seems to notice it instantly, because he gives you a teasing grin as he murmurs, âLikinâ what youâre looking at, huh? Makes sense.â
âWould you be quiet?â you huff. You sit up as he unbuckles his belt, watching as he strips himself of his pants and boxers in one go, easily revealing his erection as if there are no second thoughts.Â
It must be nice being so easily sure of yourself, you think. Everything about Katsukiâs life seems like it must be so nice. Good quirk. Good intuition. Good looks and an equally good body. Good everythingâhe must never overthink things. He must never overthink if the person in front of him likes what he has to offer and if itâs good enough to like for longer than one short instance. Of course, itâs goodâitâs him.Â
It must be nice being Bakugou Katsuki, born to be so confident and so great at everything.Â
At least thatâs what you think until he mutters, âQuit starinâ, you freak,â with a huff. His ears are pink at the tips, and he doesnât meet your eyes, andâŠitâs weirdly adorable that heâs shy.Â
You smile, endeared as you reach over, grabbing his hand, pulling him down to hover over you in bed, his arms caging you while his nose bumps against yours. You can see his eyes better from here. Closer than youâve ever seen them. His lashes are darker than the rest of his hairâalmost a light brown that flutter so beautifully when he blinks.Â
You hum, kissing his mouth with a soft peck, there one second and gone the next. He frowns, almost pouts, at how quickly itâs over.Â
âDonât get all shy on me now, Blasty,â you murmur.
âIâm never shy, Stretchy,â he shoots back.Â
Your hand moves between your bodies, hesitantly reaching for his hard, swollen length. Thereâs a blonde patch of hair between his thighs that is neatly trimmed, and heâs got a small birthmark at his hip bone. As for his cockâitâsâŠwell, itâs big. Thicker than it is long, but no less impressive. You figured it would be. Of course, just like everything else heâs got, heâs blessed to be impressive.Â
You wrap a hand around his cock, stroking slowly as he shudders and lets out a soft, breathy groan. Your hand barely wraps around the girth of it, fingers just shy of meeting, and you look down to watch your fist slide up and down the length of him. Heâs slick with pre cum that dribbles from his tip, twitching a little when you squeeze at the base experimentally as you stroke him.Â
âSâthat even gonna fit?â you gape at the sheer size of him, and thatâs all it takes for that minimal shred of shyness to leave him. He has the nerve to look at you smuglyâso wholly amused.Â
âCourse it is,â he snorts, smirking slyly. âGot you all nice and prepped, didnât I? Bâsidesâisnât beinâ stretched out and all kinda your thing?â
You give him a dirty look. Your quirk doesnât work that way, and he knows it, but you suppose itâs naive to expect anything less from Bakugou. Of course, heâd throw in a cheeky, asshole-kind of poke at your meta abilities when he sees fit.Â
âBe quiet,â you warn.
âIf thatâs what you want,â he hums, âthen you should fuckinâ do something about it.â
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in, kissing him hard and rough, earning a deep, satisfied rumble from his chest as you do. His cock nudges against your inner thigh, grinding against you for a short moment before he stills, jaw gritting tightly as he forces himself to be patient and mutters, âYou got a condom?â
âOn the pill,â you peck the corner of his lips, âso just fuck meâfuck me, Katsuki.â
Thatâs all he needs to hear. His tip is nudging against your entrance, sliding along your folds, and gathering the slick thatâs practically dripping so he can coat himself in your mess. Itâs filthy, and it makes you shudder as you feel the hot, heavy weight of him simply brush against you.Â
âFuck,â he groans, âgotta feel youâmâgonna go insane.â
Heâs pushing past your folds, sinking inch after agonizing inch so slowly, so carefully, you almost want to hiss that you wonât break. But something stops youâthe way he stares between your bodies, that dazed look in his eyes with wide pupils as he watches himself sink into you is enough to force you into submission and be patient.Â
For himâjust for him, youâll be patient.Â
âBaby,â he drawls, his voice a low, rough purr, âbaby, youâre so fuckinâ tightâgod.â
âFuck, Katsuki,â you whimper. He stretches you out goodâfills you up and then some as he presses into all the right spots. âSâso deepâneed more, please.â
âWhatever you want, sweetheart,â he presses a soft kiss between your brows before his hips are moving.Â
Itâs slow at first, like heâs testing the waters, and when your head throws back into your pillow as you whine in pleasure, itâs like every worry in his head about hurting you flies out the window. His hips snap faster into you, his thrusts go a little deeper, his movement a little more frenzied. By the time he sets a fluid pace, itâs quick and rough and so fucking good.Â
âWanted this for so long,â he grits his teeth, letting out a long moan as you clench around him. âShit, wanted this for so fuckinâ long you wouldnât believeâwanted you for so fuckinâ long.â
âMore,â you whine, âp-pleaseâgive it to me, Kats.â
Oh. Oh, he likes the sound of thatâthereâs a deep, almost animalistic groan in the back of his throat that erupts before he goes impossibly faster, bullying his cock into your walls and slamming into that soft, sensitive spot he did so easily with his fingers, too. Something in his brain is almost rewired, you think, when he hears the nickname fall from your lips.Â
Something that makes him bury his face into your neck and nip and bite at the skin hungrily.Â
âSay that again,â he demands. âSay it.â
âKats,â you sob, âmmhhâsâgood, baby. Feels so good.â
âYeah? Bet no oneâs ever fucked you like this, huh? Like you mean something?â
âNo,â you shake your head, âno one.â
âOnly me, huh?â
âOnly you,â you whimper, nodding along as your hips roll as much as they can into his own, trying to match his movements so he can press even deeper into you.Â
Katsuki does fuck you like you mean something. No oneâs ever really done that. Youâve always had sex just for the sake of sex. Itâs never been anything more outside of thatâsure, youâve had your eye on a guy, or two that you wished maybe would look at you as something more than a good fuck. But they donât make a lasting impression to keep you wanting more. Keep you craving more. Keep you hoping that maybe, just maybe, there could be more.Â
Somehow, Katsuki makes that possible. He grabs your hips softly, rubs his thumb back and forth like heâs worshipping the skin when he angles you down on his cock for deeper access to your cunt. He kisses your jaw and cheeks with soft, wet pecks instead of just shoving his tongue down your throat. He bites his lips and looks at you with soft, dazed eyes and not the usual dark, lust-filled ones youâre used to.Â
You never really minded being used. Never minded being more than an easy fuck if it meant you could get something out of it, too. But he makes you feel wantedâand you like being wanted. You like being something worth coming and staying for.Â
âFuck, mâclose, sweetheart,â he rasps, sweat collecting on his forehead as his pace gets sloppier. The thick head of his cock slams roughly against your walls, and a thumb finds your clit to bring you closer to your peak with harsh circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves.Â
You can feel itâcan feel the slow build of pressure in your belly, that familiarly delicious ache between your thighs as the friction of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy accumulates in every nerve. Youâre close too, and Katsuki can tellâitâs so fucking easy for him to read your body. Like he was made to understand it.Â
âClose too, huh?â he pants, âyou almost there?â
âYes,â you wail, âyesâfuck, yes! Wanna cum.â
âThen do it,â he hums, âcum with me, baby.â
He rolls his hips into you onceâthen twice, and you feel it snap. That coil in your belly that was tight and waiting to burst. It makes your mind go blank and your lips part, and a cry of his name rings in your own ears loudly. You can feel the way you contract around him, spasming and squeezing and pulling him in as your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave.
It makes his cock twitch before he tenses and stillsâhis own orgasm hits him just as hard. Hot, white ropes of his release fill you up, the messy, sloppy pace of his thrusts fucking his load into you as he works you both through your highs.
Itâs goodânot just because itâs pleasurable, but because you feel important. You feel like only you could give him this, and only you could be the one he wants it from. He leans down and kisses you, slow and messy, drinking in your moans as he pours his own into your mouth. He says your name so pretty when heâs like thisâso breathless and soft, you feel like your ears are ringing just listening to the sound of him.Â
âYouâre so good, baby,â he mumbles, âso good for me.â
âK-kats,â you whimperâitâs all you can even say.Â
âI know,â he moans, âI know, sweetheart.â
And then itâs over. You finish, and so does he, and then itâs just the two of you tangled like that while you both pant and catch your breath. Sweaty skin on sweaty skin, lingering touch on lingering touch. Your fingers weave through his blonde locks, tracing along his scalp and fiddling with the small baby hairs at the nape of his neck. His fingers are wrapped around your hips, digging softly into the plush skin and making home in the warmth of it.Â
âPeople want you, dumbass,â he mutters, leaning and kissing your cheek. âYouâre just an idiot who doesnât know how to look.â
âBe in my line of sight next time, and maybe I will,â you mumble.Â
He laughs as he slumps down next to you, pulling your body into his as he wraps you up with his body and the sheets on your bedâitâs the softest sound youâve ever heard from him, and fuck, do you want to hear it more.Â
You wonder, as sleep creeps up on you, if this will all be an odd, weird, crazy dream when you wake up.
â
When you wake up, it is not an odd, weird, crazy dream.
Well, itâs definitely odd and weird and crazy. But itâs not a dream, thatâs for sure. A sleeping, clearly bare Katsuki is in your bed, right beside you, and youâre in his arms. Heâs holding you close and tight, and there would be no chance of escape if you wanted to leave his embrace (which you donât really think that you do).
One minute turns into two. Two turns into three. And eventually, after a few agonizing minutes of trying to slowly inch away just enough to get a closer look at his sleeping face, Katsuki says without opening his eyes, âQuit squirming.â
You still. And then, you huff, squirming around just to annoy him.Â
âOi!â he glares, opening two sharp, yet sleep-hazed red eyes. âI just said stop.â
âWell, I donât answer to you,â you scowl. âHow long have you been awake?â
âSince you decided to stare at me like a creep.â
âI was not staring,â you say, giving him a scandalized look.
He only grins, giving you a sly look as he yawns and mumbles, âYeah. Whatever you say, dumbass.â Then he pulls you closer, bringing your cheek to lie on his chest while his chin props itself over the crown of your head. âYou okay? From last night, I mean?â
âYeah,â you say softly. âMâfine.â
âNot hurt? Wasnât too rough?â
âNope,â you answer easily.Â
You realize this position might have less to do with the fact that he wants to hold you rather sweetly, and more to do with the fact that he might not really want you to look at his face when he asks his next question.Â
âYou uhâŠyou regret it? Or some shit?â
You pause, taking in the odd, rare moment ofâŠvulnerability in his voice. Like heâs scared to hear your answer but needs to know desperately. You find yourself answering rather honestly when you say, âNo. I donât. Last night was really niceâI liked it.â
âYeah?â he breathes.
âYeah,â you mumble.Â
âGreat. Go out with me, then.â
You do a double-take as you pull away and look at him in equal parts disbelief and equal parts irritation. He has the nerve to look rather expectant. âWhat?â
âWhat do you mean, what?â he huffs. âGo out with meâexactly what I said.â
âYou canât just throw that out there randomly!â
âRandomly?â Itâs his turn to be shocked and irritated. âThe fuck do you mean? I was balls deep in you last night, and this is random?â
âYeah b-butâŠâ You sputter, smacking his chest. âFirst of all, don't say it like that! And second, I had no idea until last night that you even thought I was attractive, let alone likable. Now you want to date me out of the blue?â
âI donât ask shit for no reason out of the blue,â he grumbles, âof course I think youâre attractive and likable if Iâm asking you out. You think Iâd waste my time with just anyone?â
âUsually,â you give him a flat look, âwhen you ask someone out, some sort of confession comes first. You know? Like, heyâI think youâre pretty cool. Or youâre really beautiful. Or even, hey, I think we get along nicely, donât you? Do you wanna go out sometime?â
Katsuki closes his eyes and sighs exasperatedly. âHey, loser,â he smiles tightly. Itâs rather petty, honestly. âI think youâre cool and beautifulâthought it since we were fuckinâ brats in school. We get along nicely for the most part, too, when youâre not a pain in the ass. Letâs go out.âÂ
âThat was a demand, not a question.â
âYou are so fuckinâ difficult for no reason,â he groans, digging the palm of his hand into his eyes tiredly. âHoly fuckâyouâd say no, or somethinâ? That why you need it to be a question?â
âWell, no, I wouldnâtâŠbut itâs the principle of thingsââ
âFuck your principles,â he mutters, pulling you close and planting his lips onto yours. You melt rather instantly, kissing him right back without hesitation. He grins against your mouth and pulls away, leaving you breathless. âThe only damn principle you need to know is that you and I are good for each other. And that means we should go out.â
Class 1-A is trauma-bonded for lifeâitâs this invisible, untraceable, yet undeniable thing. You think itâs a good thing that you are, because it leads you straight to Bakugou Katsuki.Â
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One new message from: ⥠PLUS ULTRA GIRLIES âĄ
Mina: sooo can we talk about last night? SOMEONE was def giving us the cold shoulder
Toru: ^^
Kyoka: ^^
Momo: Come on, guys. Iâm certain thereâs a reasonable explanation. We should be ready to listen whenever sheâs ready
Ochaco: absolutely!Â
Tsu: but we do want to hear the reason asap
Mina: yeah it better be good bc that was just mean
Toru: ^^
Kyoka: ^^
You: i promise iâll tell u everything soon ok? but guys.
You: holy fuck. guysâŠ
You: i slept with bakugou last night
Mina: WHAT?
Toru: WHAT?
Tsu: WHAT?
Kyoka: WHAT?
Momo: WHAT?
Ochako: WHAT?
Mina: I KNEW HE HAD THE HOTS FOR YOU I KNEW IT
Mina: THIS NEEDS TO BE A GROUP CALL RIGHT NOW
You: I CANâT TALK RIGHT NOW HEâS LITERALLY IN FRONT OF ME MAKING BREAKFAST IN MY KITCHEN
Ochako: aw wait that is sooo sweet of him. heâs a great cook too
Toru: proof or it didnât happen :PÂ
You: [ one attachment ]
Kyoka: HOLY SHIT THATâS DEFINITELY HIS BACK
Momo: WellâŠAs long as youâre happy!
Mina: LMAOOOOO STOP YAOMOMO
Ochaco: bakugou can be nice when he wants to be!! donât be so hard on him
Tsu: when has he ever wanted to though�
Toru: never lol letâs be real
You: he has a soft side OKAY? ochako is right u guys are being way too hard on him
Mina: oh god it begins
Toru: sheâs already making excuses for him
Kyoka: the sex was that good huh??
Momo: Make sure you pee so you donât get a uti ok?
yeah i wrote this in one day. this asshole has taken over my life yet again 6 years later i feel like history always repeats itself
pairing: (timeskip) pervy!prohero izuku x fem!reader
summary: Izuku Midoriya is the perfect neighbour - kind, helpful, and dangerously attractive. But is it true that the most innocent ones hide the dirtiest secrets?
wc: 5.3k!
warnings: lots of talk about underwear, masturbation (m), horny thoughts, panty stealing, he puts a pair in his mouth, brief choking, oral (f!receiving,), fingering, clothed sex, unprotected sex, cum fetish, restraining, teasing, praise, she wears underwear after he cums in them! ><, brief neito monoma slander lolllz
credits to @/hornetpills on X for the banner!
Laundry day.
Possibly, the most dreaded part of your week. Trudging down to the apartment's basement laundry room every Wednesday and Saturday felt like a punishment. The rows of humming machines, harsh fluorescent lighting and the faint smell of detergent clinging to the air.Â
Lately, though, there had been one thing that made it all a little more tolerable.
A certain green-haired pro hero.
Izuku Midoriya.Â
Your neighbour from across the hall ⊠and dangerously hot.
You've seen him around the building a few times, never really having too many chances to talk to him aside from when you run into him in the basement.
He lived a quiet life, totally different from the side of him the world sees. The only people you'd ever seen filtering through his apartment were his mother and some of his high school friends.
He was well-known in the building, and he definitely brought the establishment a good name - the kind of person to carry groceries for neighbours, or treat the building staff to dinner as a thank you. It seemed like hero duty never really stopped for him, even when he was off the clock.
Yet even someone so perfect can hold secrets so shameful.
Today was one of those not-so-dreadful days.
You chose to go downstairs later than usual in hopes of not running into the man. Work was kicking your ass, already running late to an important meeting at the agency. The bags under your eyes would be noticeable to anyone, even if they were standing 20 feet away. And although you're sure an interaction with Izuku Midoriya might make your day a little better, you wouldn't want to be caught dead looking like this.Â
But of course, the universe had different plans.
"C'mon, please," you huff. You're on your knees in front of the machine, the loud noises echoing repeatedly, as if it were angry. Frustrated, you settle on choosing a different one. The sounds of the former still playing in the distance.
Before you can make it to the next one, you feel your body collide with something. The hard force sends your freshly washed clothes tumbling to the floor. You groan at the sight of multicoloured fabrics covering the ground, heat rushing to your cheeks before you bend to pick them up.Â
A scarred hand reaches out at the same time as you, fingers brushing as you pick up the articles.
Just great. And of course, he's caught you on the worst possible day.
"I'm really sorry," he says, placing the clothes back into your basket.Â
You watch as he picks the items off the floor, each piece slightly more provocative than the last. A faint blush covers his cheeks as he picks up the last piece on the ground, a green ball of lace sitting between his fingers. You try to ignore how he holds them for a moment longer than the rest before you snatch them out of his hands, shoving them to the bottom of your basket.
"No, it was my fault, I didn't see you there," you say, standing up awkwardly with your laundry basket resting on your hip. Your gaze finds the pile of now dirty clothes resting in your arms.Â
He notices the slight gloss in your eyes, shoulders raised and arms fidgeting with the plastic basket. You've never been the most talkative type, but he can tell the usual whimsy you carry is missing today.
"Looks like I'll have to wash these again," you giggle, hoping to break the awkward silence and calm your racing heart. Silently, your mind is spiralling. The clock on the wall mocks you with every tick, your boss's voice growing louder and louder in your head. When he stays quiet, you're certain he's thinking that you're a total mess.Â
"I can wash them," he says.
You blink at him, a small hesitation before you speak.
"Are you sure? I can always do it when I come back," you question.
"No, no. It was my fault anyway, so please, I insist. If you stop by my apartment after work, I can have it ready for you," he says, bright smile plastered on his face. He doesn't leave much room for debate, taking the hamper from your hands and making his way towards an empty machine.Â
Eyes fixed on his back, you watch as he throws your clothes and his into an empty machine. The appliance is surprisingly much more obedient for him than it's ever been for you.Â
Tick. Tick. Tick.
"O-ok. Yeah, thank you. I'll come by tonight," you say, your words rushed, legs already guiding you to the exit. The clock's ticking fades into the background as you ascend, green hair disappearing in the distance. You don't hear his response as you rush up the stairs, worries long forgotten, and your mind already shifting to the next task that awaits you.Â
As soon as the door shuts, Izuku feels his shoulders drop. His hands coming up to cover his face as he feels heat spread throughout his body. He finds a seat in the corner of the room, thighs pressed together tightly as he tries to ignore the growing sensation.
You live in the apartment across from him. Your door is constantly decorated for the nearest holiday, and the sweet scent of baked goods and vanilla drifts through the cracks and into his complex. You leave dog treats for the neighbours' pets, water bottles, and granola bars neatly arranged on a little stool in the hallway.
It was hard not to know who you were, and he's never considered that a problem before. Until knowing so little about you stopped feeling like enough.Â
Subconsciously, he started seeking out more chances to see you, timing his laundry trips so they lined up perfectly with yours. Over time, the two of you would fall into easy conversation in the basement laundry room, passing the hours talking about things like work or the current hero rankings. And slowly, it became his favourite part of the week.
And not just for the conversations the two of you shared. Especially not today.
He's always been proud to be a pro hero, helping people was his pride and joy. So, when he finds himself getting hard just at the sight of your underwear, the guilt is immense. Every time he sees you, he can't help but be infatuated, studying every blink, every twitch, the way your tongue brushes along your teeth.
He's not sure why you've got such a hold on him.
It was unethical. He knew that. What would the world think about the current #2 pro-hero imagining such suggestive things about an innocent civilian?
The creaking of the stairs pulled him out of his spiralling thoughts. Mrs. Tadashi, the elderly lady from two floors up, graces him with a small, warm smile.
"Could you help me with my laundry, dear?" she asks, arms already reaching out to steady herself.
He ignores the way his heart races, moving to her side in aid, grateful for the distraction as he tries to mask the flush creeping across his cheeks.
âŠ
Work was brutal. You somehow survived the day after being completely chewed out by your boss. Your head is pounding, even the soft click of your apartment door closing reverberating through your skull.Â
Before you let yourself get too comfortable, the interaction with the pro floods back into your mind.Â
Of course, the one time you're looking and feeling your worst is when you run into him. The thought of your clothes scattered on the laundry room floor, the way he blushed at the sight of your panties - makes heat rush through your body.
You groan, dragging a hand down your face, suppressing the thought as you head to his door.
The first time you knock, you're met with silence. The only sound was small groans from the other side of the door.Â
'Maybe he's working out,' you think.
After a few more knocks, the door swings open, and the green-haired man is standing intimidatingly close to you. You can't resist the way your eyes trail over his body, realizing that he's not anywhere near as put together as he looked before.Â
Hair dishevelled, and his face flushed light pink. His abs are on display, boxers peeking out from the waistline of his sweats. If he was working out, he definitely didn't look nearly sweaty enough for the amount of noise he was making a moment ago.Â
He notices you're staring, clearing his throat before asking you to step inside while he grabs the clothes from his room.
"Sorry! Hope I didn't bother youâŠ" You trail off, eyes wandering as you take in the sight of his apartment. It's modern. Sleek. The All Might posters and figurines on the shelf are the only real pop of colour.Â
Well, that, and something else.
On the arm of his couch rests a small mound of green decorated with small flowers, a white substance barely visible on the material.Â
Your face flushes as soon as you see it. You did not just walk in on your neighbour having sex, did you?Â
As he returns to you, laundry basket in hand, the floral scent of the dryer sheets fills your senses.
"Here you g-"
"Thanks!" you say, cutting him off, grabbing the basket and heading out the door, "promise I won't make a habit of this. Enjoy your night!" you yell, door shutting in his face, leaving him at the entrance, both confused and flustered.Â
You dump your clothes onto your bed, folding them before putting them in their rightful place. You've been at this for an hour now, since the interaction with Midoriya. Constant excuses popping up in your mind for what could describe the scenario.
Maybe he was just working out, or maybe he'd pulled a muscle. Maybe he spilled something on the couch and used a lace towel to clean it up?
That last one didn't seem too likely.
âŠ
Where the fuck was it?
Your clothes that were once so neatly folded now covered the floor as you rifled through drawers and laundry baskets.Â
You've never been the type to dress up just for a man, of course not. But even you deserved to feel nice after the week you'd had. Nothing wrong with wanting to wear nice panties on a first date, right?
The only problem is, they're nowhere to be found.
Your favourite pair. The only pair in your closet you'd ever justify spending over fifty dollars on. It had your initials embroidered on the waistband in white lettering, contrasting with the black lace of the fabric. It was an impulse buy on a random night, your best friend flaunting a matching pair. It didn't cover much, but that was sort of the point.
You'd taken a load down to the laundry room earlier today with Midoriya, having gotten a little closer to the green-haired man since your last interaction. It was possible that it got mixed with your other clothes, though it was highly unlikely. And weirdly enough, this hadn't been the first time things had disappeared for no real reason.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Fuck.
His hand freezes around his length, the material wrapped around his fingers suddenly falling to the floor.Â
Knock. Knock.Â
A soft call of his name came from the hallway.
He stumbles to the door, stuffing the fabric into his pants pocket.Â
When he opens the door, you're standing there. A small smile sits on your face, eyes bright as you look up at him.
His gaze drops to your outfit before he can stop himself. The way the dress hugs each curve as if it were made for you. The way your breasts spill just over the top of the material, thighs exposed, and the curve of your ass visible to the naked eye.
He's never seen you like this, and he's not sure if he should be anxious or horny.
"You going out?" he asks, hands clasped in front of him, as he leans against the door. His mind races as he waits for your answer, hoping, praying that maybe you were just overdressed for a night out with friends. He tries to hide the way his smile falters, fists tightening at the thought.
"Yeah, just some guy from work I met the other day. Which brings me to why I'm here, actually," you start, eyes inspecting his face. "I'm missing this ⊠thing from my closet, and I just wanted to know if maybe it got mixed up with your stuff a few weeks ago."Â
He blinks. Green eyes squinting before he speaks.
"Oh? Well, you'll need to be a bit more specificâŠ" he starts, scratching at the back of his neck. What you do miss is the way his heart pounds in his ears, his stomach twisting as he awaits your answer.Â
You hesitate before you respond.
"Well, it's a little embarrassing, but I'm missing a pair of⊠unmentionables."
"Unmentionables?"
"Mhm," you hum.
"You mean, like underwear?
"Something like that," you start, the embarrassment of your request suddenly hitting you like a freight train.Â
"Uh-huh⊠Well, what's it look like? Describe it to me," he hums, smiling at the way your thighs clench at the thought of the fabric. You roll your eyes at his question, annoyed at how he seems amused by your embarrassment. The question hangs between you two in a beat of silence.
"Well, it's black," you start, the door frame around his stature suddenly becoming much more interesting. "It has white lettering on the waist-"
Odd.
Barely visible from the angle that you're standing at, but clear enough to recognize the initials on the waistband. Your initials.Â
In Izuku Midoriya's pocket.
There was no way.
"You know what, it's really not important," you laugh, pushing the thought down to the deepest pits of your mind. To think your neighbour had stolen a pair of your underwear was ridiculous. A pro hero at that.
He's confused at your withdrawal but doesn't think much of it.
"If you say so. I'll look around my place and see if I can find it. You still need me to grab those clothes from the dryer?" he questions, closing the door behind him and stepping out into the hallway.Â
The realization of just how alone the two of you are settles, the faint hum of the elevator down the hall being your only companion.Â
Right.Â
You'd forgotten that you asked him to bring your clothes up, already predicting you'd be running late for your date tonight.
Your gaze flickers back down to the pocket of his sweats before you can stop yourself.
Black lace. White Stitching.
Your initials.
Your stomach flips.
Izuku Midoriya was many things: awkward, polite, almost painfully sweet. He was not the kind of man who stole a woman's underwear
..Right?
And if he did, what could he be doing with it? The thought lingers longer than it should, images of possible scenarios flooding your mind. The idea of him having the material wrapped around his fingers, intricate black lace between each digit. His hand wrapped tightly around his cock. If it were your underwear, does that mean he'd be moaning your name?Â
You can't deny that he's popped into your head a few times at night, when you're so close to release and need just a little something to push you over the edge. And it does, he does without fail.
Heat creeps up your neck, quickly shoving the thought away with a shake of your head. You clearly needed to get laid if you were jumping to that.Â
"Yeah, if you don't mind. Hopefully, this will be the last time, but I promise, dinner. I'll make it up to you." You smile, eyes coming up to stare at his green ones. The small freckles on his more visible now than ever before.
He nods, a curt smile on his face as he wishes you a 'Good night' before shutting the door. A hand comes over his face as he tries to suppress the heat in his body.Â
What the hell was he doing?
He looks down at his pocket, where the faint outline of lace presses against the fabric. Embroidered letters barely visible.
He told himself it would be a one-time thing. He promised that he'd come clean about it, tell you that it had just gotten mixed up with his clothes from the first time.
His chest tightens. You were going on a date.Â
The idea of you sitting across the table from some jerk, laughing at his jokes, getting to see you in an outfit he so greedily wants all for himself. It makes his jaw clench.
He doesn't know you the way he does. The way your eyes shift when you're embarrassed, how your thighs clench when, or how you wear darker coloured lingerie, cause that's when you feel you look your best. And he definitely didn't deserve to see you in that dress.
But he's not sure he really deserves to either.
He shouldn't be thinking about you like this.
..So why couldn't he stop?
The guilt of his actions is all he can think about. As he tries to ignore the raging hard-on between his legs. He figures a distraction is the best option; maybe Mrs. Tadashi needs more help in the laundry room.
As he makes the trip downstairs, filling the basket with your clothes, his imagination runs wild. There are 4 pairs in this load, excluding the ones that should barely count for fabric. So many colours, and so many designs.
One last time won't kill him, right?
Wrong.
The thought of you in that dress has made him impossibly hard, so much so that his hand alone wonât get the job done. What starts with one wrapped around his fist quickly turns to two, the third clenched between his teeth. He watches as they move skillfully along his length, hands working to feel every inch. His head thrown back in pure ecstasy, hips bucking into the tightness of his palm as he teeters on the edge of release.Â
He's so, so close.Â
His hands move faster, eyes shut tighter after each pump. Images of you wearing each pair racing through his mind, a wet spot forming where your pussy and his fluids meet. He bites hard when he cums, white spots coating the material held tight in his hands. Tears swelling in his eyes at the feeling of his release and small moans of your name muffled behind the fabric in his mouth.Â
His chest heaves, and his grip around himself loosens. The fresh pile of laundry is sitting tauntingly in the corner of the room. The underwear in his mouth falls out of his mouth, the lace material sopping wet as it collides with his chest. His cock sits against his stomach, angry,  red. Enough so that it hurts for him to move.Â
His chest heaves as the last tremor leaves his body, the room around him slowly coming into focus.
If he does want anything to come from this, he definitely needs to say something.Â
This had to be the last time.
âŠ
By the time you step off the elevator and walk down the hallway toward your apartment, heels clacking against the tile, you want nothing more than to get out of this dress and forget the night ever happened.
That date couldn't have gone worse.Â
Neito Monoma had to have been the most self-centred person you'd ever met in your life.Â
The topic of conversation never got the chance to stray too far from him; he would never allow it. And in the brief moments when it did, your mind wandered somewhere far less appropriate.
Green hair. Freckles.
And the very clear outline of your black lace panties in Izuku Midoriya's pocket.
You know the idea of your neighbour stealing your underwear should be disturbing. But you just can't see it that way.Â
And that makes this whole thing feel so much worse.
You don't have much time to dwell on it before a knock sounds at your door, the man of the hour now standing in front of you, laundry basket in hand.
"I heard you come back," he says quickly. "I thought I should return these".Â
If this were true, and Izuku Midoriya was in fact stealing your underwear, maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to find out why.
I mean, you did owe him dinner.
"Thanks, I appreciate it," you start. "Did you want to come inside?"
"Huh?"
"Did you want to come in? I do still owe you that dinner," you smile, grabbing the basket, pulling him into your complex.Â
As he walks through the threshold, you notice just how out of place he looks in your cozy apartment. The way he stands awkwardly at the door before you offer him a seat, eyes wandering, taking in the decorations around the complex. His eyes also can't help but land on you. Still in that dress from earlier, the way it rises slightly when you reach for ingredients on the top shelf.
That familiar feeling rushing through his body once again.
"You know," you say, opening another cabinet, "I've been thinking about that thing I lost earlier."
He freezes in the chair.
"The thing?"
"Mhm, my 'unmentionables'," you giggle. Laughing at the name while placing a pot on the stove. "Did you ever find them?"
Green eyes snap to yours, intense, calculating. "Oh, right. The green pair you lost, right? With the flowers on it?"
You pause, brows raised and a smirk on your face.Â
"I didn't mention anything about them being green."
He doesn't answer right away.Â
His eyes flicker to the pot long forgotten on the counter, then to you. His jaw tightens as he runs through a dozen different excuses he could give you.
"âŠright," he says quietly, a faint blush on his cheeks as you laugh at him.
"Maybe you need to get your story straight, Midoriya."
The words come out light, almost teasing. But he knows what you mean. The look on his face changing instantly.
For a second, neither of you moves, before he changes that in an instant.
You're surprised when his hands grab at your neck, thumb tracing along the length of your windpipe. His hold is gentle, but tight. Like he's afraid that if he lets go, you might not be there. Like, this might not be real. You moan into his mouth as he squeezes, the movement forcing your mouth to open. He wastes no time slipping in his tongue, the muscle colliding with yours without hesitation.Â
"Fuck you're perfect," he groans, hands wandering the valleys of your body. You slip your hand under his shirt, his abs tensing at the feeling of your cold fingers. Your hands fidget with the waistband, slipping into his pants and grazing over his cock.
Reluctantly, your lips part. Hands fidgeting with the zipper of your dress.
"Help me take it off' you ask, turning around and placing your hands on the counter. Thighs shifting against each other as you get more antsy by the second.
His hands trail up your sides, fingers tracking along the teeth of the zipper before they disappear.
"'M not sure I want to. Do you mind keeping it on?" he questions, hands rubbing along your thighs.Â
You pause before looking back at him. He's on his knees between your legs, his eyes glancing at the spot between your legs.
"N-not that I don't want to see your body, you're gorgeous, just that, you look so good in it."
You smile at his answer, eyes rolling back when you feel him lifting it over the curve of your ass.Â
You notice the way he pauses, eyes trained on the pair of panties hugging your curves.
"Izuku? Is everything okay?" you question, the position of your body suddenly seeming a bit too vulgar for the moment.
"Yeah just that, I've seen this pair before," he starts, thumb moving along your slit. The small patch of wetness growing with each stroke. "Couldn't help but picture you in it. Almost lost my mind just thinking about it."
You don't get a chance to respond to him, the feeling of him pulling the fabric down to your ankles being the only thought in your mind. You whine when you feel him nearing your heat. Hips writhing in anticipation.
"Please. Please, I need more," you moan, hands pushing your body back further in search of his tongue. He smiles at your desperation, gracing you with a small lick along your folds.
Your hands fly to his hair, breath hitching as he flicks his tongue. Each one reaching deeper than the last. Izuku Midoriya was acting like a starved man, hands holding you still as his tongue does all the work. Each time his mouth separates from your body, thin lines of your substances still connect you both.
Your thighs shake when you feel his finger press against your entrance, pushing it in until it reaches his knuckle.
"Is this okay?" he asks, standing up from the spot between your legs. His upper body pressed comfortably against your back, and his finger continuing its assault. You moan when you feel his cock against your ass, slowly grinding against your cheeks.
"Fuck. A-another one. Please. Izuku, hurry up," you whine, head turning to look at him. His lips find yours in a heated kiss. Not nearly as gentle as it was before. He smiles against your lips as he pushes another finger inside you, your slick allowing him to move effortlessly. He watches as your teeth dig into your lip, hole clenching as you near your release.
"Didn't like seeing you so dressed up for some other guy, baby. Made me feel so lonely," he says, fingers picking up in speed. You'd honestly forgotten about that guy, the only person on your mind that whole time being Izuku. The one who was fucking you so good right now.
"'M really s-sorry. Promise he was a j-jerk. 'M never gonna talk to him again. Only want you," you choke out, pussy clenching tighter around his digits.Â
"You gonna cum?" he asks, fingers thrusting harder, faster. He smiles when you nod your head, coaxing you through every moment. His hand holds you steady when your legs twitch, his guidance being the only thing keeping you from smashing your head onto the counter.
He lets you catch your breath before he moves again, kneeling between your legs to lap at your juices. Not a single drop going to waste.Â
Your legs are bound by the material around your ankles, wetness collected at the base. It was even better than he could've imagined.
His tongue trails along your neck, open and wet kisses moving up to your ear as he frees himself from the confines of his pants.
He was bigger than you'd imagined. His cock grazes his stomach, small beads of precum sitting on his tip. A faint blush grows on his cheeks when he notices you're staring.
"'M gonna put it in now," he says, lining himself up with your entrance. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?"
When you nod your head, he pushes in slowly. His tip disappears, and then the midline of his cock. He doesn't get to continue at this pace, though; the feeling of your hips pressing back against him forcing him to bottom out.
Your eyes shut at the sensation, a faint burning feeling mixed with absolute pleasure.
"So needy for me, hm?" he asks, slowly picking up the pace with his thrusts. He watches the way your ass collides against his hips, the base of his cock disappearing each time. You're clearly not in the right headspace to give him a verbal answer, mouth agape, cheeks pressed against the cold marble. Small puddles of drool collecting on your face. The only thing you can do is nod your head, before you're moaning again. Your hole squeezing around him after each thrust.
Your arms flail, searching for anything to keep you grounded as his thrusts get harder, deeper. Izuku, ever the gentleman, takes hold of them. Both of them held in one of his hands, crossed tightly behind your back. His body leans over yours, dark green hair tickling your ear. When he's this close, you can hear everything: the small moans when you tighten around him, the way he tuts as he watches the tears flow down your cheeks.
"Do you know what I was thinking about when I had your panties around my cock?"Â
You groan, arms resisting against him as you try to cover your face. He was so close, lips just a whisper away from yours, his thrusts unrelenting against your hips.
"Ah, fuck."
"Yeah? You wanna know what I was thinking about? Need you to answer me, princess."
You turn your head to face him, tears glossing over your eyes as you look into his.
"Was thinking about how - fuck, how perfect you'd look on my cock. And what you'd look like walking around with my cum between your legs."
Your eyes squeeze shut, the overstimulation of it all pushing you to your climax. You can tell by the small stutter in his hips that he's close to, his dick hitting depths just short of reach before.
"Please, baby. C-can I cum inside? Need to. Need you so bad."Â
Your small moan of approval is lost in the sound of his groans. His head thrown back as he thrusts deep into you, fearful of the idea of a single drop going to waste.Â
Your legs are shaky, the feeling of his body against your back being your only solace. Warmth flows throughout your body, small drops of cum dripping onto the material beneath you. The once dark coloured fabric is now painted with spots of white.
Hesitantly, he looks at where your bodies connect, the sight making his eyes shut, reluctantly pulling out of you before he starts something he's not sure will ever end. He takes to his knees again, face aligned with your heat. He watches as his fluids seep out of you in globs.
His hands reach for the panties by your ankles, dragging them up until they cover your ass.Â
You whine at the feeling, the cold substance mixing with the heat of your pussy.
It was just too good.
He presses a small peck to the damp part of the clothing, pulling your dress down to cover it. He laughs when you don't move, body seemingly frozen against the countertop.
"Hey. Still with me? " he asks gently, arms moving to pull you up. He's startled when your legs almost give out, body fully resting in his arms.Â
After opening a few doors, he finds your room, your body resting comfortably in his hold. He places you down gently before flopping on the bed next to you, an arm draped lazily across your chest.Â
For a moment, neither of you speak. A comfortable silence taking over the apartment.
Your fingers toy with the waistband of his shirt before you glance at him.
"âŠSo," you say quietly, "how long have you been stealing my underwear?"
His eyes shut for a moment as he lets out a small breath, like he's been anticipating this question all day.
"So you knew?"
"I had my suspicions. But when I saw my favourite pair in your pocket, it kind of sealed the deal." You laugh, turning your body to face his. Your eyes squinting in discomfort as you remember the substance between your legs. "'M gonna need those back by the way, they weren't cheap."
"Yeah ⊠I'm not sure you can wear those anymore," he smiles, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips.
You blink at him slowly, trying to suppress the laugh bubbling inside you.
"Oh, Izuku ⊠you're lucky you're cute."
a/n: yayy pervy izuku is here. i'm thinking if this does well i'll make one for bakugou cause i've already got some thoughts! Also this is not proofread yet, I'm so tired. Likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated, mwah! đ
the thing about izuku is that he has stamina. a lot of it. sometimes too much. so when the first, and then the second, and then the third round comes and goes and he still hasnât gotten off yet, youâre nearly ready to tap. he hasnât taken a break from perfectly aiming at your sweet spot, as if he was trying to force your next orgasm out of you.
âizu,â you whine into his neck, a delicious cramp working its way up your thigh where he has your leg thrown over his shoulder. ââs so much-â
he shushes you patronizingly, tutting when he sees your smeared makeup, spit and tears gleaming in the dark roomâs light. a fucked out grin takes up his face, giggling to himself. âyou can take it, right baby?â he grinds his hips back into yours, slow and deep. he reaches a hand to grab your face in his scarred hand, squishing your cheeks together. âplease? you feel so good. especially when i do this,â he angles his hips and you let out a whine, feeling him in the deepest part of you.
he hits it again, and again, and again, taking it all from you. your head is thrown back, hair splayed on the sheets below you as he thrusts into you with calculated movements. âi asked you a question. can you answer me, baby?â
you focus your hazy eyes on him, nodding. âwith words.â he demands.
âyes, yes- zuku please,â you whimper, hiding your face into his chest.
âi thought it was too much? you were just whining over it,â he speeds up. âare you sure you can handle it?â
you cry out into his chest as he speeds up, still angling his hips to drive you to your next orgasm. nodding your head into his chest, you the pleasure build in your stomach. and when he reaches a hand down to drag circles over your clit with quick precision, youâre a goner.
with your orgasm creeping up on you, you turn your head to the side, finding his defined bicep holding his weight above you. he feels you clenching down on him, he speeds his fingers up and you snap; you bite down on his bicep hard to mute the cry that escapes you as your orgasm crashes over you.
he hisses at the painful feeling, arm shaking from holding himself up and lets his eyes roll back. that hurt so fucking good. he speeds his hips up, pulling your head deeper into his arm. âharder, princess, please-â his wrecked voice begs. you bite down in a different spot, sucking slightly as you do and feel his body tremble as he starts to cum.
you find out two things that day: one, izuku has a biting kink. two, you know what to do to make him cum before you have to tap.
Tags: 18+, Nsfw, Smut, Oneshot, Female!Reader, Timeskip!Pro Hero!Bakugou, Pro Hero!Reader, Explicit Sexual Content, Frenemies to Lovers, Sharing Physical Sensations, Phone Sex, Masturbation, PiV sex, Jealousy, 5.8k
When you and Dynamight get hit by a quirk that forces you to share all your physical sensations, you learn a bit too much about the bastard⊠and yourself.
Thereâs a throbbing in your head, and your arm, and your neck. And when you finally start to regain consciousness, you feel thereâs an even worse throbbing resting on your legs. Something weighted, pressing you down, only when you open your eyes do you finally realiseâ
Itâs Dynamight, Bakugou, Katsukiâ whatever. Splayed out so you're trapped underneath the lug of him. He starts to wake, and you see that as enough reason for him to be off, so you kick out and try to stand.
âOi.â He groans, gripping onto your ankle before you can kick him again. âStop that.â
âGet off me.â You donât listen and try to whack him anyway. Itâs the wrong response, he just grips harder.
âFuckinâ alright!â Bakugou scowls, his head clearly still pounding as he tries to move.
You pull away from him, shifting against the rubble and attempt to take in your surroundings.Â
âAre you guys okay?!â A sudden brightness interrupts your vision, Red Riot, standing over the two of you, practically shouting.Â
âYes!â Both you and Bakugou hiss back, ears ringing at the sudden volume.Â
âTook quite the fall there.â Kirishima reaches out to help you stand. Already sensing Bakugou ready to jump, he quickly adds âDonât worry! We caught the villain. Everythingâs fine, just gotta get you two checked up.âÂ
Bakugou stands on his own, refusing Kirishimaâs hand, which the redhead just shrugs at. Instead, you thank Kirishima and let him assist you to the paramedics.Â
Though the extra stability helps, your legs still ache and you watch Bakugou try mask a similar struggle. His teeth clench with each hobble and you feel a little bad, reaching out to him in pity⊠but you miscalculate your own balance and find yourself falling to the ground, scraping your knee against the concrete, hard. And thatâs when something odd happens.Â
Bakugou hisses out in pain too.Â
He actually clutches his left knee, where yours bleeds. Really the pain isnât anything new, nothing compared to what youâve taken before, but for Bakugou to react to it.
The two of you lock eyes, for far too many seconds, not saying a word.
Then quickly and without warning, you both begin to hit and punch at your own bodies, looking for something . Kirishima watches, baffled, clearly having no clue at what the two of you are doing.Â
âClose your fucking eyes!â Bakugou orders and you listen, scrunching up. âKirishima hit me.â
Kirishima doesnât even get the opportunity to challenge as Bakugou demands him again to comply. Before you even hear the noise Bakugou lets out, you feel a hard fist thump into you.Â
âI can feel it.â Your eyes snap open and you gasp, raising your left arm. âHoly shit. I can feel it.â
Bakugou stares back at you, eyes equally as wide as yours.Â
You both shout simultaneouslyâ
âFUCK!â
After patching you up, the health team run a few more tests, mostly just tapping away at random parts of your bodies and taking notes on your reactions. All it really does is confirm that yes, you and Bakugou Katsuki are sharing an entire nervous system. Down to each breath you take.
And because of that, youâre both given (forced in Bakugouâs case) two weeks off, trusted to deal with the quirkâs effects sensibly, like adultsâ heroes, should.Â
It's quite strange, feeling parts of yourself move in ways they arenât, but it isnât the absolute worst. The smaller things, like the action of walking, are easy to ignore. Itâs mainly the random pops of his quirk that gets to you, but even then itâs just a little twitch.Â
The first time he showers, however, you let out a shriek. Itâs completely cold and although you know thereâs nothing on you, you feel drenched to the bone.Â
You call him instantly and he laughs into your ear.Â
âFuck am I meant to do?â He snorts. âNot shower?â
âYou couldâve at least texted!â You huff, shoving your key into the lock. âI was still on the way home, the whole street heard me scream.â
Thatâs what really gets him going, laughing so loud he drowns out the sound of his shower still hammering down in the background. His laugh is so rambunctious you donât realise heâs walking back in, until you feel the waves of icy cold water crashing over you, again.Â
âKatsuki!!!â
Youâre lucky enough that Bakugou is meticulous, obsessive even, with a routine that never seems to waver. Youâre quick to follow it, countering his insane 5am showers with your own warm and comfortable ones.Â
He did text you once about it though, telling you to âTurn the fucking heat down,â and spamming some jabber about you being worse than him. A âDamn demonâ from the âDepths of hell.â
You also find heâs absolutely restless. When he isnât pattering about cookingâ you assume from the heat, or paperworkâ you can tell by the familiarly repetitive motions, heâs exercising. All the damn time. Itâs a little condescending actually. While you spend your break how it should be spent, being a lazy fuck, heâs up and doing too many crunches to count. And whatâs worse is that you can more than feel the lunges and squats, it actually tires you out. Even though you know you wonât reap any of the benefits, you have to lay down and catch your breath.
The first time you texted him a stern âIâm going to sleep. Donât do anything to wake me up.â But by the third day it seems heâd figured out your routine and was surprisingly respecting it.Â
Maybe you give him too much credit.
Too hot. Everything is too hot. Youâre not even awake enough to realise itâs your own skin that burns harshly, blood pumping wildly through your veins. Instead you go to kick off your blanket and attempt to roll out of bed.
And thatâs when you feel it.Â
Itâs fucking bizarre . Although thereâs nothing there you can feel exactly where a dick should be. You can feel how his hand slides up and down. You can feel the knot in his stomach. Everything is too real.Â
You pray to yourself heâll remember that his body isnât just his right now! That you can feel each stroke of his thick fingers moving up and down. But he doesnât stop, in anything he gets a little faster.Â
Then comes the second sensation. The feeling is unmistakable. Itâs a warm, wet, human mouth. Around youâ or the phantom appendageâ sucking gently and thatâs when you know you have to stop it.
It's pretty hard to walk, when youâre practically being sucked off, but you manage to grab your phone and dial his number furiously.Â
It rings once, then twice, and by the third time you know heâs ignoring you because the mouth stops and he smacks his own thigh, in turn yours .
The mouth resumes, and youâve had enough. Grabbing your keys, trying your best not to keel over, youâre set on getting to his apartment, which for the first time youâre glad is actually nearby.Â
The drive is torturous. Really, you know you shouldnât be driving at all, not as you have to grip the steering wheel tight, in fear if you let go youâd spasm wildly. Whoever Bakugou had on their knees, was doing a really good fucking job. The bastard was seeing heaven while you were trying your very best not to land yourself in hell, because of the sin of mass murdering late night pedestrians you only just swerve by.Â
Even the sporadic pinches to your thigh donât deter him, instead he returns them with his own. All you can do is curse and hope the ceiling caves in. Or maybe the floor under him opens upâ better yet if his dick were to entirely explode.
Youâre utterly winded when you do finally reach his flat, knees nearly having buckled on the stairs up. When you get to his front door, you slam down hard.
âKatsuki, open the fucking door.â You knock without restraint, not caring for the neighbors. âI swear to god if you donât-âÂ
The door opens just as you're about to thrash it again, almost having you topple in. You catch yourself, of course, but Bakugou snorts at the sight.Â
âYou couldnât wait a fucking week?!â You shout before he can speak.Â
You look at him, shirtless, skin flushed and dewy. His sweats hang low, just barely fumbled on, revealing the sharp muscles under his skin, and a little trail of light brown hair that you have to force your eyes to stop following.
If you werenât so mad youâd probably enjoy the sight. That somehow ticks you off even more.Â
âYou seriously came all this way?âÂ
âYou werenât picking up your calls!â You huff. âAnd itâs not like you forgot about the quirk.â You gesture wildly to your thigh, probably purple from all the pinching. âYou prick!â
âAnd what do you want me to do.â Bakugou gives you a look of annoyance, as if he was the one inconvenienced. âStop everything because of you?â
âYes?!âÂ
Bakugou then takes a step forward, suddenly looking taller. He towers over your form, with an intimidation youâre not often on the other side of.Â
âTough shit princess.â You feel the words against you. âJust âcause youâre not getting any, doesnât mean Iâm not.âÂ
You have to hold your tongue, clench your fists, and tense your arms, just so you donât push him. Even without the quirk you were sure he could probably sense the anger building inside you.Â
But then a thought hits you.Â
Without saying a word, you slip your phone out your pocket and dial a number. Bakugou watches, confused but slightly curious.Â
The phone only rings once before the call is picked up. Your face lightens animatedly, losing its scowl and turning into something dramatically sweet.Â
âIzuâŠâ You practically coo. âAre you free tonight?â
Bakugouâs face immediately drops at the name.
âMhmmâŠâ You hum. âItâs been a while, hasnât it?â
Youâre sure Bakugou can hear the man on the other end fluster but agree to what youâve not-so subtly proposed. You give him a smug look before continuing.Â
âThatâs good to knowâŠâ You give Bakugou a smile, just to be dramatic. âI could wear that dress you really-âÂ
Youâre cut off as Bakugou grabs your wrist, pressing end call and glaring at you.Â
âYou wouldnât.â He growls.
âOh but I would.â You smile back, making sure to bare your teeth.
The two of you come to a standstill, waiting for the other to break the silence. Itâs actually Bakugou who speaks first, finally yielding.Â
âFucking fine!â Exasperated, he huffs. âFuck, Iâll send her home.â
The smug look on your face comes to a quick halt as a realisation dawns upon you.
âI donât know her do I?â You grab him and ask with genuine dread. âKatsuki, tell me I donât know her.â
He doesnât respond for a few seconds, enjoying the sight of you panicked.
âKatsuki!!â
âYou donât.â He waves you off. âJust a hookup.â
That surprises you. âDidnât know you do hookups.â
âDidnât know you were fucking Deku.â He spits it out like a slur. Youâre not quite sure why though, you couldâve sworn theyâd gotten over their childhood beef.Â
âIâm not.â You shrug. âBut I could.âÂ
Bakugou runs a hand through his hair, defeated and ready to kick the girl out. Itâs a bit awkward now that you think of it. Neither him nor whoever was in his room right now had⊠gotten their release.Â
Not enthusiastic about watching him break a poor girl's heart, you turn to leave, itâs at the exact same time Bakugou goes to return, and brushes hisâ still very much sensitiveâ dick against the door.Â
âShit.â You gasp as your legs jelly. Itâs like a punch to the gut, sending shockwaves through your stomach.Â
Bakugou catches you by the arm before you can fall, then sighs.âCome inside. You canât drive home like that.âÂ
You follow him in, not making a fight, as if you could with the way your legs had weakened. Youâve been to his apartment before, many times, but mostly with others. So youâre not sure why thereâs a sudden tension that doesnât feel like frustration anymore. You just hope Bakugou canât feel the way your tummy continues to flutter.Â
Bakugou returns, and thereâs a twitch of something green in your chest when you see the women beside him. You donât mean to stare, sheâs decent at least, but you canât help it. You try not to acknowledge that one of your first thoughts is to compare her to yourself, and feel disappointed at the lack of similarity.Â
You stop mentally analysing her when she shies away from your gaze. She looks guilty. And although, yes the situation is mortifying, youâre not sure why she looks so terribly remorseful. If anything itâs you that should be apologeticâ and Bakugou most certainly.Â
She squeaks out a quick âSorryâ alongside a âI didnât knowâ as she gathers up her stuff. Then she glares straight at Bakugou and flicks him off. Thatâs when it registers.Â
âOh god no, not his girlfriend!â You correct quickly. âDefinitely not the girlfriend.â
You donât notice how Bakugouâs resting frown deepens.Â
The woman looks perplexed, but decides not to question it. You hear Bakugou give his own apology as he takes her to the door, attesting to the fact he wasnât cheating. Still you feel a little bad watching her leave.Â
âMake sure to call her back and explain okay?â Youâre a moralist, what can you say.
âShut up.â Bakugou groans, making his way to his open kitchen. âCatch.â He throws you a bottle of water, still cold from the fridge. âDrink and rest a bit.â
You eye him cautiously. Why is he showing courtesy now.
âDonât look at me like that.â Bakugou huffs, then turns his head away. Thereâs an expression you just about catch, that seems kind ofâŠÂ does he feel bad?
And for some reason that just makes you feel sheepish. Enough so that you have to turn away and focus on your water instead.Â
âThought you were asleep at first.â Thereâs foreign sounding guilt in his voice. âAnd the quirk shouldâve worn down by now.â
âWell it hasnât.â You scoff, pointing a finger directly at him. âDonât pull any shit like that again.â
Bakugou keeps to his word. He doesnât fuckâ or half fuck anyone else. Instead, his workouts become harsher, his routine now erratic. You canât keep countering his cold morning showers, when heâs taking three a day and going straight back to the cardio as soon as heâs out. But you donât dare ask him to cool it, you were the reason for all his pent up energy after all.Â
When your knuckles start to ache due to his new found interest in boxing, he at least has the decency to text you a blunt sorry.Â
âDonât you have any other hobbies you can waste your time with.â With your phone lodged between your head and shoulder, you scold him. âI started cookingâ ah !â You hiss as some oil spits at you.
âYouâre lucky Iâm used to explosions.â Bakugou snorts, amused. âYouâre clearly doing a shit job, turn the fucking heat down.â
âFuck off.â You turn the heat down. âMy foodâs gonna be perfect!â
âHah, doubt it.â
âYou can taste it yourself!â You say with a pop, licking some sauce that had gotten on your finger. âAlready so good! Youâll see.â
You feel him suck in a breath but stay silent on the line.Â
âWhyâd you call if you were gonna ignore me.â
âMânot.â His words come out a little mumbled. âJust, gonna go take a shower.â
âOh!â You shove a lid onto your pan. âLet me get in too!â
He kisses his teeth at that. You donât question why heâs annoyed.Â
The water hums comfortably over you. Itâs nice and warmâ not too warm, rather not risk another spam of textsâ and itâs exactly what you needed after a day of dealing with Bakugouâs intense workouts.Â
You can vaguely feel his own cold shower under yours, but for the most part, the heat does well to cancel it out. Youâre used to ignoring when Bakugou cleans his thighs. Even if you can feel his thick fingers like theyâre actually on you. The same way the hot water counters his cold, you clean alongside him, to pretend all you can feel is your own hands. Brushing your fingers through your hair, you go through the rest of your routine. Making sure to thoroughly scrub at all your curves.
Heâs out before you are, telling by the way your water suddenly feels much warmer. Your phone flashes from the counter, Bakugou texting you to hurry the hell up, and you take that as cue to finish.Â
Youâre slow with your moisturising, slathering it on and massaging it into your skin. Bakugou pinches you through himself. You wonder why but ignore it and just get dressed.Â
He doesnât text you again, instead feeling uncharacteristically still. Perhaps heâd gone to sleep? You snap him a picture of your dish anyways, if he wonât taste it he can get a good look at least. Youâre about to dig in when a familiar sensation builds between your legs.
Heâsâ heâs fucking touching himself againâ
Immediately, you go to text him, but his contact pops up first.Â
Bakugou [work]:Â Itâs okay.Â
Bakugou [work]:Â Itâs just me.
Bakugou [work]:Â Let me have this
Youâre not even sure how to respond, but you do end up abandoning your meal and take seat on your sofa.Â
Me:Â itâs so weirdÂ
Me:Â I can feel everythingÂ
He spits on his hand, the wetness gross. Yet you canât seem to hate it.Â
Bakugou [work]: you think I canât feel you?
Bakugou [work]:Â soaping yourself up? Touching your fucking tits?
Youâre lucky he canât see you. Youâd be embarrassed out of your mind. Maybe because it was nothing unusual to you, you had forgotten it would feel different to a man.Â
His text bubble appears once, then disappears and appears again. Finally he continues.
Bakugou [work]:Â just go to sleep if it bothers you so much
His hands still stroke himself but a little languidly, as if to give you option to ignore it. You donât.Â
Me:Â how am I supposed to sleep if youâre doing that!
His hands still, you can just imagine his laugh.Â
Bakugou [work]:Â think of it like a massageÂ
He starts up again.
Bakugou [work]:Â I can tell you like it
Your body betrays you and he knows.
Me:Â youâre an asshole
Just as you send the message you feel his hands thumb his tip and the sharp feeling of pleasure that comes with it. Itâs embarrassing that your first thought is so thatâs how he likes it. Â
Bakugou does it once more before returning back to stroke his shaft. The pace he sets is dangerously addictive. It works him up and in turn you. Youâre almost keeling when you send your next text.Â
Me: Fuck it
He types again but you pay no mind, shoving your free hand down your trousers and brushing over your clit. You rub gently for a second but with your slick having gathered and spread, you realise itâs not enough.Â
A text flashes on screen as you press finger into yourself. You feel Katsuki tense.Â
Bakugou [work]:Â easy pr incess
You donât go easy. Instead you rub at your clit faster, one finger still dipping into you. Katsuki pinches his thigh, which you ignore and continue.
Then your screen flashes a different image. A picture of Dynamight, ripped straight from your companyâs website, his contact photo.Â
âFuck-â You sigh, picking up the call. âWhat is it.â
âYou complain and then start touching yourself?â Bakugou accuses, not letting up his own pumps.
The faint slick noises in the background of his words, makes your stomach do flips. The sudden image of his cock wet and dripping now at the forefront of your mind. You donât realise how your own moments get faster, but Bakugou does.Â
âOi.â He pants. âSlow the fuck down.â
âAre you about to come?â You let out a breathy laugh. âSo fast?â
The reply you get is a harsh pinch to your nipple, one that makes you arch a little. It feels good.Â
âShit, you liked that?â Bakugou says, in a voice that practically speaks his smirk. He pinches again and this time you really moan.
âStop it.â you whine, pushing your fingers in again, rutting against your hand.Â
âWhy?â Bakugou does it again and again, making you push into your hand, deeper. âYouâ fuckâ you really like it.â
âKatsuki.â
You feel a sharp tug of pleasure, from him.Â
âOhâŠâ you giggle. âAnd do you like it when I call your n-name?â
âShutââ he hisses, thumbing his tip, ââthe fuck up.â
âAre you sure you want that?â You tease, touching yourself the way you know your body, and his, will enjoy. âKa-tsu-ki.âÂ
He only responds with a deep groan, something that edges a whine. You didnât think you could get more turned on.
âLike youâre not getting wet when I talk to you, princess .â
Now that has your tummy twisting, stomach sinking with growing lust. Your body clenches around your fingers without permission, and you canât even attempt to hold the moan.Â
âShit,that made you fuckinâ squeeze .â He huffs, hands getting faster. âKe-keep doing that.â He says as you work your fingers well. âFuck . Feels so fucking good sweetheart.â
You comply, fully knowing you couldnât stop even if you wanted to. Each stroke of his, paired with your indulgence, just brings you closer and closer toâ
âKatsââ Iâm gonnaââ
âFuck, me too [Name], me too .â His breaths are erratic and so are the wet sounds of his cock.Â
It doesnât take long for the two of you to come. Especially with how pent up he, and evidently you had been. Itâs sort of magic, how you can feel the exact moment where the coil in him snaps, and how it dominoes onto you, forcing you to come with him.Â
So blissed out, it takes a while for everything to catch up with you. The same goes for Bakugou.
âWe shoulâŠâÂ
âDo you want toâŠâ
You both start at the same time, and stop, embarrassed by what you want to suggest.Â
Thereâs silence that feels like it burns, youâre not used to the heat like he is. You need it gone.
âCan I come over tomorrow?â
As you drive the nerves start to rise. Perhaps itâs knowing youâre going over for sex . It isnât like the random visits youâve made before that end in you staying a little longer, this is specific.Â
Youâre going over to have sex with Bakugou Katsuki.
Standing in front of his apartment you nearly turn back, his door somehow intimidatingly tall, too hard to knock.Â
You donât get to run however, not when Bakugou opens it immediately.Â
He stands there, freshly showered, in only a tank and shorts. He looks fucking good.
âYou just gonna stand there?âÂ
âShut upâ You push past him and take off your coat. He watches, entertained by your familiarity and the polite way you take off your shoes and line them up neatly.
âYoure being weirdâ Bakugou observes. âIts just meâ
It ticks you off a little how casual heâs being. As if it means nothing, that the night before meant nothing, that what youâre about to do means nothing.Â
âOi, what is it?â Bakugou is quick to sense your apprehension.
âHow are you being so normal about this,â you hiss. âdo you even want toâŠâ Itâs hard to admit youâre nervous. âDo itâŠâ
Bakugou looks at you, baffled. Which you return with a scowl. Itâs like he can see the wheels turning in your head because before you can even open your mouth to speak, he's kissing you.Â
His mouth is warm against yours, surprisingly soft for all the venom that leaves it. Itâs also surprisingly sweet, he kisses you like it would hurt to pull away.Â
âBeen thinking about you all day,â he groans with the breath he takes. âAll fucking day, Angelâ
His hands roam and squeeze and when you place yours on him he almost whines. Mouthing at your neck, his fingers trail downwards, to cup you through your skirt.Â
âYou think I donât want this?â
Thereâs a second where he stills, asking for your silent go ahead, and when you push into his hands he takes that glady. His fingers rub over your underwear, easily finding your clit and pressing firmly. He feels it in him, how sensitive you are, and he has to take a breath to calm down.Â
Slowly you feel him pull away, and he has to gently shush you before continuing.
âWhy are you teasing me.â You donât mean to pout.
âMânot.â He hums, lowering down your body with kisses over your clothes. âJust let me taste you.âÂ
Heâs on his knees before you can dispute, pushing his way under your skirt and ripping straight through your underwear. Bakugou just nips at your thigh when you give him a reprimanding tug.Â
Youâre swollen and wet, pulsing in front of his eyes. Slick clings to your folds and he stares at the way your pussy almost glimmers for him.Â
And when you look down, heâs his own sight to behold.
Dynamight, on his knees, flushed with kiss swollen lips. His hair is messy, sticking to his forehead, a debauched reminder of the moisture that clings to him. His eyes are blown out, only a small ring of red circling his glittering pupils. You can see all of desire in him. You think you could stare at him forever.
But Bakugou has never been a patient man, and he doesnât let you any longer. He attaches his mouth over you without warning.Â
There isnât the soft beginnings of timid kisses and shy licks, he is indulgent. Voracious in the way he eats you out. Itâs selfish. He seeks his own pleasure through you.Â
 âYou like this more than me.â
He winks an eye open and then rolls it.
 âIf I knew this shit felt so good Iâd do it more.â He murmurs before diving straight back in.
Knowing exactly how and where it feels good, Bakugou had been given the ultimate cheat sheet to a womanâs body. The first cheat sheet he was ever intent on using.
âKatsâŠâ You still hold reservations, not wanting to admit youâre getting close. âIf you keepâŠâ
He moans into you. âIÂ know.â
He speeds up, disregarding any of your pleas to slow down. You realise he wants you to come. All over his face, all over him . He doesnât hesitate in making it clear that heâll have you coming undone right here, right now.
You can feel it in your own hair, how tightly you pull on his. It's masochistic how that makes the coil in you wind even worse. Katsuki takes that as encouragement to continue.Â
It hits you quickly, and itâs embarrassing how you gush all over him. Without shame, Bakugou smiles into your still spasming pussy.
âFuck.â Finally steadying his breaths, Bakugou groans. Still on his knees, youâre afraid to look down at the mess youâve made.Â
âDid youâŠâ you ask, feeling a little selfish.Â
âNo.â He shakes his head, scrambling up to stand. âBut I gotta be inside of you, now.â
Not another word can be said before he hoists you up onto his shoulder. You canât even fathom the sudden change in height as he barrages through his flat and throws you, albeit gently, onto his bed. You nearly kick him at the audacity until you catch the darkening reds of his eyes.
Oh heâs going to ruin you.Â
Bakugou pulls off his shirt, body overrun with heat, and is on top of you almost instantly. His kiss this time is heavy and hot and everything but gentle. Thereâs something disgustingly erotic about being able to taste yourself on his tongue. It makes you crave him.Â
âIn. Kats, in .â You can't even speak full sentences, only one thing on your mind. âIn!â
âYeah, okayâ fuck okayâ he huffs, pulling his dick out and palming it. Like the rest of his body, his cock stands with a pink flush. Youâd call it pretty to tease if you weren't salivating at the sight. Instead you grab at him, to help line him up.Â
He holds it there for a moment. Just outside your pulsing entrance. You reach out to rub his arm, hoping to ease his hesitance.Â
Itâs utterly confusing. Â
Feeling him enter you, from both your perspective and his. In fact itâs a little frightening. Neither of you can hide how much it fucks with your heads.Your eyes squeeze shut and you can feel his hands fist the sheet beside you. There's a wetness along your eyelashes, a stutter in his breath. Itâs all too much.Â
A warm hand upon your forehead brings you back to reality. Katsuki pushes your hair out the way, and brings his lips down to kiss you. If you werenât already in tears, youâd probably start crying all over again. Itâs too sweet of a gesture. A kiss to the forehead. Something hidden begins to warm in your chest.Â
âDonâtâŠâ You gasp. âDonât fuck me like it means something.â
His expression shifts into something pitiful.Â
âYouâre an idiot.â He says through kisses. âIf you canât see it, youâre an idiot.â
âWhat.â You whine.Â
âYou think I donât care for you?â Kissing a tear away, he explains. âYou think Iâd do this shit for anyone?â
â[Name]â He kisses off the pout that forms on your lips. âI fucking like you.â
Its like everything stops. Then everything bursts. Fuck . He likes you. The same way youâve been pretending you donât this whole time.
âShit.â Katsuki recoils at the silence. âI shouldnâtââ
This time it's you who cuts him off from spiralling, kissing him and pushing your hips closer. He reaches deeper and though itâs so so much, you wouldnât trade the feeling for the world.Â
The two of you are quick to find a rhythm, intrinsically linked and sickeningly pleasurable. It should be overwhelming, but his hand in yours keeps you grounded. His presence protects you.Â
When he hits a particular spot inside you, you jolt in surprise. And Katsuki whines. Actually whines. His voice at a foreign pitch. He doesnât let you anticipate his next thrust, for he pushes back instantly, hitting that spot over and over again.Â
Itâs a sticky mess of needy sobs and heavy breaths, bodies pressed together with heavy desire. He doesnât have to wonder how good you feel, he knows . So when something bubbles up inside of you, heâs quick to chase it.Â
âGonnaâŠâ You can hardly get the words out, not that you need to.Â
He responds by letting his fingers trail down and over your clit. His circles are impatient, taking, and youâd laugh at how spoilt he was, if you werenât enjoying it so badly yourself.Â
Itâs when he brings his lips down to yours one last time, does everything finally topple over.Â
It absolutely shatters you.Â
One orgasm alone is enough, but having two? Of both male and female? Itâs devastating. It whites out your vision, blocks out any soundâ all you can feel is the rapture that comes from the two of you.Â
It takes a good few minutes for either of you to calm down and unattach yourselves. But even then you cling to him, wanting him as close as possible. He gives in despite his own fatigue, holding you while his fingers run up and down your arm to soothe. You donât even realise the quirk has faded, your bodies in sync with or without.Â
âCould get addictedâŠâ Katsuki breaks the silence first, a small chuckle in his words. âWomen are fucking lucky.â
Youâre finally starting to notice the way you can no longer feel your own body through his and look at him with sympathy. You give him a pitiful patâ the wonders of the female body, he would never forget it.
You sit in his embrace a little longer, ignoring him shuffle about when your phone starts to ring. The screen lights up to his contact, but before you can question why, he speaks.
âIâm still âBakugou [work]?ââÂ
It takes a moment for you to understand what heâs talking about and when you do, you laugh.Â
âAnd a picture from the site?â He frowns, pinching your cheek. âSeriously?â
âBet you donât even have one for me.âÂ
âYes I fucking do.â Katsuki shoves his phone in your face.Â
And true to his word, he does in fact have a photo for you. Itâs one youâre surprised he even has. It isnât snagged off a news article, or even one of those fansites that for some reason existedâ itâs a picture of the two of you, a candid Kirishima was probably responsible for.
âWhyâd you pick that.â You snort, zooming into the photo. âYou can barely see me.â
Katsuki shoves his chin down to your shoulder before snatching back his phone. âYou looked cute.â He mumbles. âThaâs all.â
Thereâs a conversation to be had, even if youâre hesitant. You put on a brave face and ask.
âYou really like me, donât you?â
âShut up.âÂ
âFine I wonât tell you how I really like you.â
Katsuki nudges you with his cheek, and when you peek over at him, thereâs a resting pink under his skin.Â
He can be so cute sometimes. You wonder if anyone else has seen him like this.Â
Then you remember.Â
âWhat about that girl?!â You donât mean to sound accusatory, but youâre sure the unprompted pout that comes with your words says enough.
âYouâre jealous?â Katsuki teases, you feel the smile against your skin. Then it turns into a little frown. âWhat about you andâŠâ He canât even say it.Â
âWe havenât done anything!â You correct him immediately. âWeâve only made out.âÂ
âOh shut up, donât tell me.â He grumbles, grabbing your chin to guide your mouth to his. âYouâre mine now.â Heâs asking, begging even, you can tell. âOkay?ââ
You smile and swerve his next kiss, shaking your head. âMaybe take me on a date first.âÂ
âI was going toââ He looks a bit scandalised, you didnât realise he could be so traditional. âFuck off I was.â
âSo what made you wait.â You shouldnât push, but itâs fun to watch his fluster. âThe sex?â
âCould feel you doing everything.â Katsuki rolls his eyes, realising your game. âLike you were under my fuckinâ skin.â
âAnd that turned you on?âÂ
He reaches out to cup your breasts. âOf course that shit turned me on. âWas like my own hand.â He squeezes. âCant blame a man.â
You realise only now is he finally touching you on his own. Without your sensations overriding his. You let him have his fascination. You donât stop his hands from exploring.
Instead you sink into his curiosity, a little interested yourself to see how far itâll go.
Haiii I hope the concept isnât confusing, tried to make it make sense đ€Ÿđœ
youâre both laying on the couch and heâs on you, laying his head on your chest as you two watch a show on your tv. your hands are tangled in his hair, playing with it before you move your hands down to his back
his breath hitches as you rake your nails across his back while he lets out a sweet âhngh..â to which he then covers up with a growl. you look down at him confused as he just goes, âkeep doinâ that. it feels nice.â so you shrug it off and keep doing so
thereâs areas where you scratch his back that are more sensitive and heâs just realizing it now. the feeling of your nails moving up in down in certain spots has his dick springing up in his sweats. he lets out a little whine before you stop and ask him whatâs wrong. ânothinâ, nothinâ, just keep scratchinâ..â so you do.
then you realize the patterns, how under his left shoulder blade his breath hitches and when you scratch on the top right shoulder blade he lets out a groan. this realization hits you like a freight train as you look down and notice that heâs slowly grinding his hips against your thigh.
so you dig your nails deeper causing him to groan and throw his head back, his hips bucking into your thigh. you focus on the main spots you noticed had the most effect. his breath becomes heavier as his whines and groans become more noticeable now that he knows that youâre picking up on the memo.
the harder you scratch, the deeper your nails go into his skin. the more he cries out for you. âf-fuckkk, baby, oh god right fuckinâ there.. hnghâ his hips are snapping into your thigh as you feel his thick cock grinding against it, precum seeping through the fabric of his sweats.
you tense up your thigh as you scratch the hardest and deepest you can as he cries out while he cums. âhngh, s-shit âm c-cumming- cumming!! ngh haaah..â he swears to god he saw stars as his back arches and he throws his head back. his hips stutter their thrusts into your thigh as you feel his cum leaking onto your pants because they seeped through his
he flops himself back down on your chest as he mumbles, âdonât fuckinâ say anythinââ
ugh he was so stressed out. the press was really a pain in his ass. having sending all those dumb paparazzi shoving cameras in his face and he was really sick of it. he just wanted to go home to his warm house and his cute girlfriend.
it can't get any better then that. he just can't wait to melt into you, holding you close feeling your soft body on him. that's really all he wants.
you wouldn't believe the heartbreak he felt when he opened his bedroom door to see his girl, curled up on his bed, with his clothes on, bouncing on that stupid hunk of plastic. why did you even need a dildo, was he not enough?
but fuck was it hot. seeing you desperately moving yourself on your toy. pleasing yourself, letting out the cutest little pants and moans. ugh, you were perfect. katsuki was finding it increasingly hard to not pounce on you.
"what are you doing." his deep commanding voice made you turn your head so fast, you got whiplash. "h-hi! umm when did you get ngh- home?" his heavy steps left shivers down your spine. sitting on the bed he grabbed your legs pushing them against your chest. "you didn't answer my question." he grabbed to your dildo. drilling it in you with steady pace. "can this little thing really satisfy you? y'know I'm way bigger" a deep thrust made all the wetness between you legs gush out all over his lap.
"i-it feels soo good... don't st-stop I'm-ngh gonna cum..." you said through laboured breaths as his callous fingers rubbed tight circles on your clit as you felt your self getting closer to your release. "what's better?" katsuki says as he tightens his grip on your legs. sucking dark purple hickies along the nape of your neck. "w-what?" his hot breath stroked your ear, reiterating his words with a harsh slap to your thigh. "you heard me. what do you like better, your little toy or my dick."
"i-i like the dildo m-more."
"is that so?" you could feel his grip on you tightening. he restless abuse on your sweet spot was bringing you to your release.
"ya' still like that dumb piece of silicone better? well you dont have much to compare to, do you?" he flipped you over with a single swoop, pushing your head down into the mattress while rubbing his growing erection on the lips of your heat. "w-wait I just came." your body was tired and twitching, you could feel everything and it felt like torture.
"heh, don't worry baby I'll fuck you real good, I'll show you I'm way better then that fake."
bakugou katsuki/f!reader (married) ââË.â 1.5k words ââË.â AO3 LINK ââË.â part of 'Match My Crazy' (can be read as a standalone)
contains: smut, morning+piv+rough sex, teasing, size kink if you squint
a/n: if you've read Come and Get It, you'll probably recognize the vibes. Can't get over this version of them, so I guess it's a series now, to which I'll add whenever inspiration strikes.
Outside, a thick, rumbling blanket of clouds rolled across the sky, unleashing a waterfall over the city. The downpour battered the bedroom windows, streaking the glass until the clear view beyond dissolved into a wet blur.
Rainy days called for angry fucking as Katsukiâs mood was never not sour when gloom reigned, and you were rather hungry to get some of it, but your husband seemed keen on ruining your mood, instead of your pussy. Luckily, you were resourceful and had the perfect way to get him to do what you wanted.
âHave some patience, damn,â Katsuki admonished in a groggy mutter when you reached the end of your patience and tilted your hips up to try taking the tip in. But he continued to rub his hard cock over your needy slit, slicking himself with your wetness. âActinâ like I ainât fucked you in weeks.â
He hadnâtâŠin seven hours. The hickeys and scratches youâd left on his skin could attest to it; they still looked quite fresh. That didnât mean seven hours was a short time when your body, for whatever reason, craved him like air.
Maybe your ovaries were trying to tell you something, or maybe Mars left retrograde, or perhaps a screw loosened inside your brain. Hard to keep those bolts tight when this man was yours. Heart, mind, body, and soul. Legally too.Â
He was making you scarily feral.
You bit your tongue to not snark at him about how he seemed to have lost the directions to your vagina, clenching around nothing, weeping to be stretched, causing your frustration to rise.
âHeh? You not gonna say anythinâ in your defense?â One of those lazy grins he reserved for mocking you put itself on his handsome face. Your eyes narrowed. He was oddly composed despite his sour mood and the continuous teasing between your legs.
It clicked with you then. Today was one of those days when he chose to piss you off as an outlet for his irritability. Not a problem. You knew how to play his dirty game, but by your own filthy rules.
Smiling, you wiggled your hips lower, feeling his tip catch at your entrance, and bit back a sigh, pleasure flickering through your nerves. âNo. Iâll be your good girl this morning.â As your foot slowly caressed the back of his thigh, your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him lower so you could slot your mouth over his in a fleeting kiss. âI know how much you hate days like this. I want to make it better, not worse.âÂ
âYeah?â He nuzzled his nose into yours. The tip of his tongue traced your bottom lip playfully. âWanna be rewarded for it?â He rocked his hips against you, letting you feel how rigid, how locked onto the thought of burying himself inside you.
âYes. Please.â You kissed the corner of his mouth, then put your lips to his ear, moaning softly. âDo anything you want to me, Katsuki.â
He groaned and slapped your thigh, gripping affectionately right after. âFuckinâ hell. Youâre perfect.â
You knew you were flawless in his eyes. Who else dared to match and challenge him in the same breath? Your crazy was his kind of crazy. That was why Katsuki let you scrape at his ego and his pride and let you get away with it, while he quietly plotted his petty revenge to bite back. Even the score, so to speak.
He sat back on his hunches, one hand absently stroking his veiny cock, the other wrapping loosely around your throat. His thumb rubbed back and forth over your excited pulse as his hooded eyes flicked to yours. Love and admiration shimmered bright, alongside the dark glint of insatiable lust.
âMy wifeâs too fuckinâ pretty like this.â His hand left your neck to cup your breast, toying with your stiff nipple. He pinched it between his fingers and gave it a light tug, snagging a gasp out of you. âUnder me. Legs spread. Pussy dripping. Waitinâ for my cock like a good girl.â
If he kept this up for another five minutes, that good girl would end up redefining the word waiting in his vocabulary.
âKatsuki,â you breathed, infusing his name with a little whine. Your legs hitched higher on his hips, spreading wider, inviting him in. âCan I please have you?â
âShit,â he muttered. âHow can I say no to that pouty mouth?â
He braced his weight on one arm and dipped his head to kiss youâopen-mouthed and hungryâas his cock nudged at your entrance. Goosebumps erupted along your dampening skin at the first wave of pleasure that came from the way he stretched your achy walls.
Fucking bliss.
Bliss that lit up every fibril of your nerves. Bliss that belonged to Katsuki, and Katsuki alone.
Youâd never not felt it, not even in the beginning, when he was still learning your body. Your being melted under his touch. And it was pure torture to hold back your sounds, your movements. You wanted him to hear how he made you feel.
Katsukiâs forehead pressed to yours, his breath heavier, huffier, agitating your own as he withdrew his hips, dragging every delicious inch out of your pussy, only to slam them right back in. You bit back a moan and gripped his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin.
His tempo was slow, deep, rewarding. Perfect for drawing all kinds of noises out of you, but what he got were your quiet, restrained breaths. Something just as wrong as the idea of you not being his.
He stopped, gaze searching, and asked, âYou okay?â Almost, almost making you feel sorry for what you were about to do.
The little, wild devil in you grinned. Heâd walked right into your perfectly laid trap.
You tilted your head, playing confused. âIâm not sure.â
âHuh?â Katsuki raised his upper body, glancing down at your pussy swallowing him to the hilt. âWhat do you mean? Hurts or somethinâ?â His fingers drifted down, sweeping carefully beneath his cock, then lifted and spread. Slick and glistening. Strung thin with your arousal. âYouâre wet as hell.â
âOh.â You averted your gaze, but watched him in the corner of your eye. One hand drifted to his tense abs, drawing timid circles. âHow do I tell you this?â
âTell me what?â
Amusement bubbled dangerously close to the surface. You cleared your throat to mask it, then met his eyes. âUm, are you in?â you whispered. âI mean, is your dick okay? I canâtâŠreally feel it. Did itâŠyou know?â
Except for the rain outside pummeling the windows, everything else died to silence. Your ears filled with cotton as you innocently stared up at your husband, who completely froze. As if something pressed pause on his time. The only sign he was alive and processing was his pupils contracting and dilating as they affixed to your face.
Any second now, heâd react. You caught yourself licking your lips in anticipation.
He noticed, and his expression darkened to a cruel, menacing degree. âRepeat that.â
You recognized just how fucked you were, but maintained your act. Played the role of the puzzled wife feeling for her husbandâs cock that, by all logic and past experiences, was impossible to miss. âI asked you ifââ
He plunged in whatever heâd pulled out to ease your potential discomfort, stealing your breath and a beat of your racing heart. âWhat you ainât feelinâ, huh?â
Lightning streaked the sky. Thunder split it open. You second-guessed your choices. The calm in his voice was terrifying, but you gulped and pushed further.
âYourââ
Katsuki did it again, harder and more brutal, tearing your act to shreds. He ground his pelvis into your swollen clit, and you couldnât stop the moan, the way you scratched at his biceps, the careless way you bared your throat to him.
âMy cock?â His palm slapped down on your mound and pressed hard as he hunched over your body. âI might lack some shit, but a dick ainât one of âem,â he sneered, applying even more pressure.
Someone else wouldâve begged for mercy when the grin on his face promised retribution. You matched it with one of your own, a display of fearless provocation. And Katsuki laughed, the sound dark and derisive.
He reached for his phone on the nightstand and withdrew, leaving you empty and clenching around the ghost of him, a frustrated groan building in your chest. The head of his cock tapped against your clit, over and over in what infuriatingly felt like mock comfort. Still, it sent jolts of pleasure through your high-strung body, making you jerk involuntarily, seeking more.
Annoying you.
All while he one-handedly typed out a message, ignoring your struggle.
âWhat are you doing?â you asked, tone biting.
âTakinâ the day off. Got shit to do, like remindinâ my wife what Iâm packinâ.â His smirk was savage. âWhich inchâs gonna make you tap out this time?â
Your middle finger boldly swept the bead of precum from his tip and brought it to your mouth. You licked his taste off it. âThe same inch youâll grit your teeth on and still blow like itâs your first time.â
A beat. Two breaths. And his phone flew through the air, hitting the hardwood with a loud crack, the same moment his hips slapped against yours.
sweet!bf katsuki who never lets his girl carry any bags. I mean this man will look at you like you slapped him if he sees you holding anything.
sweet!bf katsuki who loves it when you hold on to his bicep when walking together, whether its just to be close to him or so you don't stray far he loves that shit.
sweet!bf katsuki who hardly posts anything on his socials except little snippets of you and your dates. (Your initial is in his bio <3)
sweet!bf katsuki who seconds after you say your feet hurt, picks you up silently and carries you to wherever your going. Doesn't give a fuck if your embarrassed or what, "Don't need you trippin or hurting yourself dumbass."
sweet!bf katsuki who always has a hand over your thighs when you guys cuddle, not even in a sexual way. He just likes the feel of you under his hand. And if you call him out on it he'll suck his teeth before pinching you and saying, "Not my fault yer soft n shit."
sweet!bf katsuki who always picks up the phone with one or two rings, whether its the middle of the night or in the early hours in the morning.
sweet!bf katsuki who, despites what everyone thinks practically kisses the ground you walk on and would kill anyone who dims the light of your smile.
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hiiii this is my first time requesting smth but like I lowky have an ideaaa
so what if bakugo has a gf but none of his friends believes him bc of his personality n wtvvv. (basically they think he's making it up) so what if he tries to prove it to them n yet they still believe he's imagining
(sorry sorry it's lowkey kinda dumb đ)
âââ Ëđ» Ì !!Sheâs Real, Damn It!
â. đ Ë || katsuki bakugo x reader, pure fluff
They didnât believe him.
It wasnât like he expected them to throw a parade, but seriouslyâhe tells them he has a girlfriend, and they laugh. Not teasing. Not playfully. Laugh. Mina actually snorted orange juice through her nose, Kirishima clutched his stomach like he pulled a muscle, and Sero just blinked like Bakugo had tried to claim heâd written a love song. On purpose. About feelings.
Katsuki Bakugo, currently a third-year, top-ranking in both combat and strategy, the closest thing this country had to a teenage thunder god, just scowled deeper into his bento. âSheâs real, morons.â
âUh-huh. And Iâm the next Symbol of Peace.â
It wasnât like he paraded it around. He wasnât one for sappy Instagram captions or couple photos or public declarations. He liked things privateâsafe, just for him. And you? You werenât even from U.A. You were from Shiketsu. You met through a patrol exercise collaboration last year, when Camie brought you along for post-mission hangouts. And youâsmart-mouthed, too pretty for your own good, sharp-eyed and annoyingly patientâyou caught him like a match to gasoline.
It started with exchanged numbers. With teasing texts. With sparring advice that turned into late-night conversations. Before he knew it, you were calling him âKatsuâ in that voice only you could pull off. Before he knew it, he cared. And then more than cared.
He was in it. One year strong. Still going.
But his friends didnât believe him because, apparently, no one wanted to believe that Katsuki freakinâ Bakugoâresident boom boy and human middle fingerâhad someone who actually chose to date him.
When Mina brought up someone from the general course crushing on himâsome second-year girl who baked cookies and giggled every time she passedâ
Sero snorted. âAnother one? Whatâs that, the fourth this semester?â
Bakugo barely looked up from the weights he was pressing.
âNot interested. Iâm taken.â
That was the moment Sero dropped his water bottle.
âBro. Youâre still on about that imaginary girlfriend?â
"A year of make-believe,â Mina sing-songed.
Bakugo rolled his eyes so hard it looked like they might never return forward again. âSheâs not fake, you extras. Just because I donât broadcast her every second of the dayââ
âBro,â Kirishima cut in gently, âyou do realize the more defensive you get, the more sus you sound?â
Sero smirked. âItâs giving imaginary girlfriend from Canada energy.â
âIâm gonna blow all of you up.â
âHey, no offense,â Kirishima added, raising both hands in mock surrender, âbut with your personality? Who would date you?â
That was it. He had enough.
So when the group sprawled out in the common room that eveningâpopcorn bowls half-empty and laughter echoing off the wallsâhe pulled out his phone and hit FaceTime. He didnât say anything. Just angled it toward them while it rang.
âOkay, Bakugo, we get it, itâs a fake callâ"
And then your face appeared.
Hair in a messy bun, hoodie drowning your frame, circles under your eyes from back-to-back Shiketsu mock evaluations. And stillâthe moment your screen lit up, you smiled.
âHey, baby,â you said, voice warm. Soft. Familiar.
Bakugo didnât even blink. âHey baby, you busy?â
âJust died emotionally during Quirk Theory class. Save me. I miss you. I hate school. I want your hoodie and a nap.â
Bakugoâs mouth twitched. âYou can have both. Summerâs in a few weeks.â
And thenâthen you noticed the boys.
âWait. Are those your friends?â you asked, squinting into the camera. âOh my god, you finally showed them Iâm real?â
He gave a smug shrug. âThey didnât believe me.â
You leaned closer to the screen, giving them a tired smile. âHi Katsu's friends! I exist. Its so hilarious how you think of me as someone imaginary.â
Dead silence. Kaminari dropped his popcorn. Minaâs mouth hung open. Sero choked on air.
summary: While your boss is away, You and Steve are alone, Steve convinces you to had sex with himâŠagain.
paring: co-worker!steve x reader
wc: 2k
warnings: smut, pinv, unprotected sex (do this irl AND reader is on birth control) dry humping, fingering, sorta public sex but not really, friend or co-workers with benefits, swearing, reader tries to convince herself she wasnât want to get dug out by steve
a/n: so this is my first smut so itâs probably really shitty LOL :p, you have any critiques lmk bc i need all the help i can get lol (this was cross posted on ao3 @/freddiebensonsgf) - aydella
NSFW UNDER THE CUT - MINORS DNI </3
âI have to go out of town and get some supplies, iâll be gone for a couple of hours,â your boss announces as he walks from behind the Scoops Ahoy front counter. âAnd donât go fooling around. Tend to our guest pleaseâ he demands, with a knowing look, as if he knows exactly what you and Steve do when he's not there. âAye aye captain!â Steve replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes at your boss's rules.
As soon as your boss is out of your line of vision, you feel the presence of your brunette co-worker right behind you, he is so close you almost feel his broad chest flat against your back. âWhat do you want, Steve?â you try your best to sound annoyed so maybe he can leave you alone. âOh, nothing! Just a little bored, I wanna have some funâŠwhat about you?â you can hear the slick smile in his voice, you both know exactly what kind of fun heâs talking about. The kind of fun you had basically every week.
This always happens when itâs just you and Steve working, when Robin and your boss aren't there, you both end up going into the breakroom, ripping each other's clothes off and rutting into each other like you were feral, it was becoming a problem. Every single time you and Steve were in the same room, with no one else around, itâs like a switch flips inside of you.
âCâmon..I know you want itâ he purrs, while stroking the back of your forearm, leaving goosebumps across your skin. After all of the time you guys have gotten together, he knows exactly what gets you going. You feel his breath fan across the back of your neck, that feeling in your stomach starts stirring, traveling down into your sex making you wetter and wetter.
âNo. I told you the other day, that was the last time, Steven.â you argue, trying to convince yourself you donât want this. He scoffed at the use of his formal name. He removes his hand from your arm, shifts from behind you, and stands next to you, he looks at you with that sexy, lustful look in his eyes, the look that always makes your skin burn. âYou and I both know you donât mean that.â he laughs, it pisses you off that actually heâs right. You turn to face him fully, you look into his brown eyes, and sigh in defeat. He knows exactly what to do to get you wet, all of your spots, where to touch and what to stay. Maybe itâs not that bad. One more time.
You tip your head down and grab the back of your neck staring at the dirty tile floors you stood on, âGo flip the sign.â you demand while walking into the backroom, you didn't see him but you heard him racing to flip the sign to âclosedâ so you can both commit to your weekly âlove-makingâ session. Your boss would be so pissed.
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You sit down on the dingy couch that sat against the wall in the back room and wait for Steve to follow after you, flopping down right next to you, he immediately gets to the point and grabs your waist and sits you down on the growing bulge in his shorts and you straddle him, he grabs the back of your neck and smashes your lips against yours, you part your mouth so his tongue can dive inside, every inch of your skin was on fire and you needed Steve to cool you down. His swollen, wet lips left yours and met your jaw, trailing down to your neck, leaving kisses and little bites as he made his way to your collarbone.
You drag your throbbing sex across his bulge, you whimpering as you try to grind out the heat that built up inside you, and you feel your cotton covered pussy getting damper. Steveâs hips bucked up, rutted his clothed cock up against you, he left your neck to look up at your face twist up in pleasure, âFuck, youâre so beautifulâ he moaned out. You open your eyes and watch his chest go up and his head throw back into the cushion behind him, this was better than any porno you had ever seen.
You grab his warm hands, and slide them under your shirt, his fingers caressing your soft skin, tracing them over your lacy bra, âCan IâŠâ he asked while stroking your hard nipples that were hidden by your bra, you take your bottom lip in between your teeth and nod. He grabs the hem and gently lifts your shirt off you and throws it to the other side of the couch, his lips part as he scans you, he does almost every time you fuck, but still end up getting bashful.
Steve grabs your waist and flips the two of you over, so that heâs on top, he sits on top of your hips, and reaches for the bottom of his shirt to tug it off, you sit up with your forearms to really take in the view. As much as he is a loser, heâs still so sexy. âWhat are you staring at?â he teases and tosses his shirt next to yours,âYou, i guess,âyou flirt. He lowers himself down, and hovers over you âYea?â he asked seductively, you nod as he starts to kiss you chest, you shiver from the contact, he reaches behind your back and unclasps your bra, slowly peeling the garment off of your perky breasts.
His eyes darkened with lust, he grabs you right boob and starts kneading it softly dragging his thumb across your nipple and his hot, warm tongue licks a stripe across your left one, that move right there earned a sweet whimper from your lips, arching your back against him as he played with your chest. His pretty mouth sucking on your hardened nipples, circling his finger around them, âP-Please, Steve, oh fuck,â you almost scream out. He gives you the most smug look on face as he sits up from the work he was doing on your breasts, and hooks the elastic band of your shorts with his fingers and tugs them down.
He grabs your knees and spreads your legs open to get himself comfortable between them, so he can rub his fingers against the wetness that seeped through your white panties, his lips gap as he strokes your clit through your underwear, youâre about to cover your mouth with your shaking hand to muffle your moans, but he grabs your hand âDonât cover your mouth, I wanna hear you,â
He slides your panties down your thighs and watches the wet patch peel off of your soaking wet cunt, his looks absolutely transfixed by your evident arousal. He grabs your panties and tucks them in his pocket as he uses his other hand to open your legs so he can get a nice view of your leaking pussy, you head falls back to the cushion, panting in preparation
He places his soft lips onto the skin of inner of your thighs, peppering kisses across your delicate skin, He licks his bottom lip and dives into you, licking a long, warm stripe against your pussy lips, your hips lift as you mewl out, but Steve pushes them back into the couch, lifting his finger to plays in the wetness seeping from your cunt, âThatâs so hot..â he sighs out, circling his thumb around your swollen clit, and two of his fingers slowly in your hole, pumping them in and out.
You rasp out a little moan as he goes in for more and laps your sensitive pussy, you grab a handful of his beautiful hair and pull his head down, rocking against his face uncontrollably, that feeling in your stomach got bigger and your hips start to stutter, your legs are shaking, he whimpers against you from the pressure of your tugging his hair, that noise sent you over the edge, bucking his hips up into his face, whimpering out his name âYes, yes, yes- Oh fuck-â you scream out as your climax hits like a fucking tsunami.
You remove your hands from his hair and flop back onto the couch and sigh, panting from the biggest oragasm you've had in a while, Steve takes his fingers out of your pussy, sits up and looks at you in absolute awe, âThat was the most sexiest thing thatâs ever happened to meâ he says, his flushed red face is practically dripping from your arousal. You smile at him, then notice the rock hard bulge in his pants, that's begging for a release.
âTake off your shorts,â you say lazily, tapping his thigh, he nods vigorously, and takes off his blue sailor bottoms as fast a possible, add them to the pile of clothes at sat beside you guys, you almost drool at the sight of the outline of his big cock poking through his boxers. He got down and situated himself back in between your legs, hovering over you.
You reach out your hand to rub his raging hard on through the fabric of his boxers. Closing his eyes, he gasps softly as he bucks his hips into your fingers. You dip your hand into his boxers and grab his wet, hard dick, dragging your pointer finger across the slit of his leaking tip, he whimpers out a quiet âFuck-â as he ruts into your hand faster, gasping for air.
Pulling his dick fully out, and pumping your fist, gliding it up and with his sticky hot pre-cum, heâs biting his bottom lip, trying to hold back his pretty whimpers. He slides closer to you, settling his cock between your still wet pussy lips, you gasp from the contact, breath heavy and shaking, drowning in pleasure. You whine as Steve starts teasing your cunt, sliding his dick against you.
You grab his arms and pull him closer, your sweaty chests pressed up against each other, panting. He tucks his head into the nape of your neck and groans softly into your ear. You feel his fingers slowly pressing his cock in your pussy, as wet as you are, you still gasp at the feeling of his big dick stretching you out. You hear his breath hitch as he pushes himself deeper and deeper into your cunt, âAh,â he gasps âYouâre so- Fuck- tightâ he sputters out, grabbing your hips and slowly starts rocking into you.
You lock your legs around his hips, as his pace starts to speed up, all you could hear in the room was skin slapping against each other, wet gushing noise, and loud moans pouring from your mouths. Steve sits up slightly and presses your hips down into the couch so he could get the angle to hit that spongy spot deep inside you, making you moan even louder.
Steves finger found your clit and began to rub circles around it, earning him a loud moan from your sweet lips, and you started to get that feeling twist up in your stomach, and you could tell he was about to come to by the way his thrusts get sloppy and sloppier, his pants and whimpers are louder, his hair is sticking to his forehead, as he shoves his hips against yours.
âDonât stop, donât stop- Iâm almost there,â you gasp, lifting your hips to meet him, âShit, me too,â he pants out, he pounds into harder, the couch is creaking underneath you. You back arched up into Steve as he fucks the living daylight out of you, rubbing your sensitive clit even harder, he starts to baffle out your name, little gasp and fucks, groaning into your neck. His hips start to stutter as you both cum, you start seeing stars and grasping on to each other.
Steve slowly fucks out the high, as you whine underneath him. He lies down on top of you, while you both come down from the insanely hot sex you had. You sigh and mutter our lazily âOk, that was the last time.â Steve laughs into chest, âYea, right.â
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