Bakugo cries after he confesses to you. It's not that he had an overly high standard (just look at his parent' own lopsided romance,) but he did always try to be the best.
Tripping over his own feet, spilling his drink down the front of your stupidly pretty shirt and biting his own tongue hard enough to drip blood was not his best. He's not even sure if you made out what he said with all the mess going on before he booked it out of there, not wanting to add big fat tears rolling down his reddened cheeks to his list of disaster.
He was sniffling outside of the aquarium he invited you to, listening to children noisly pass by with their guardians. Envy gripped his heart at how carefree they could be, pricks of hatred filling him at the thought that they were the kids, yet he was the one blubbering like a baby behind an overly sweet smelling trash can. Maybe he should take a dive with all the left over cinnamon sugar pretzels and hot dog ends.
God, he hated how easily he cried when he was upset.
An employee tapped him on the shoulder just as he wiped his nose with the collar of his stupidly ugly shirt. Only, it wasn't an employee. It was you. In a hoodie that covered your rootbeer stained shirt. Holding an ice cream treat that looked like a possessed Spongebob.
"I'm not a fuckin' kid," he said gruffly and turned his back to you.
"I know. Just thought I'd share something sweet with my boyfriend to celebrate our new relationship," your fingers twined into his even as he faced away.
It hurt. You were so damn effortless, so good to him. More than he ever deserved. If there was anyone who forgave him more times than he could offend, it was you (and that damned Deku, but this isn't about him.) It's about you bumping his shoulder slightly and pulling him forward, reversing the roles so that you were the one looking back at him now.
"I take the left eye, you take the right, whaddya say?" You teased and waved the melting sweet in one hand- the one not holding his.
"...Sure," he eventually said, low in his throat, unable to ever resist you. "And don't think that you did something wrong earlier, got it? When I walked away, that was on me. Sorry about your shirt by the way."
You geared up for another quip that would no doubt dispel the tension further, but Bakugo beat you to it, displaying the exact depth of devotion that had him literally falling for you in the first place. "You can never do anything wrong. I'm not the best at this stuff, but I'm trying for you, so....just stick it out with me and I'll make it worth your while, 'kay?"
â± â warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, mentions of eating people, monsterfucking, dry humping, tentacles, overstimulation, pussy jobs, public sex, clothed sex, oral sex ( f!receiving ), pegging ( m!receiving ), fem!reader, venom!bakugou. not beta read !
âwhy not? she is unpleasantâŠkatsukiâŠits not like we like her anywaysâŠâÂ
for the first time that night, katsuki indulges the mangled voice in his headâ listening to the symbiotic alien that sludges through his voice and his body. venom is right. he hates his mother in law, soon to be mother in law, but the practicalities of it all arenât what matter. red eyes drift to the devilâs incarnation of a woman, traditional yet rude and deserving of a beat downâ katsuki thinks. if he could just take a bite, crunch down on the womanâs skull and swallow her whole, all of his problems would be solved.
âgoodness, bakugou,â the woman leers with a nasty curl of her sweaty upper lip. âiâm paying for the wedding not for you to be dressed like a complete slobâ you look awful, and at my only daughterâs engagement party!â she drones on and if venom were to murder this woman right now, she really would deserve it.Â
âsee? you are a loser, bakugou.â
he wasnât dressed that bad, sure, it wasnât the burgundy blazer and pressed white shirt youâd told him to pick up from the dry cleaners on the way home from work butâ it was smart casual, a nice pair of jeans and a smart jacket. you liked that. thatâs all that mattered.
You, Katsuki, and your little boy are all strolling through the mall, shopping for his first day at school.
Suddenly thereâs a tug on Katsukiâs sleeve causing him to look down. Immediately he knows whatâs up as his son stops walking and crosses his legs, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
Katsuki looks to you, but thereâs another tug and sees the kid shaking his head and waving for him to come closer. Bending down, he hears, âI need to pee,â through a whisper.
âYeah, I know bud, momâll-â
Shaking his head more vigorously, he does a little hop from foot to foot, and pulls at his dadâs sleeve harder, holding up the other hand to cup his mouth. Confused, Katsuki kneels on the floor, and places his palm on the boyâs back so he can listen closely to whatever secret he obviously doesnât want you to know about.
âSheâll take me to the girlsâ toilets.â
Hah, he understands now.
His boy is at that age where he thinks heâs a big man, and going to the bathroom with his mother is an embarrassing experience he doesnât want to have to do anymore. Katsuki remembers the feeling, shuddering at the memories of the old hag escorting him into a stall, and all the while knowing there were other icky, stinky girls out there while he tried to do his business.
With a glance up, Katsuki can tell you already know whatâs going on, because nothing ever gets past you.
So off to the public restrooms the three of you go, however, this time itâs you propping up the wall outside, shopping bags at your feet, waiting for them to return.
~~~~~
Five minutes later, your big man and little man emerge.
Taking up a tiny, damp hand in yours, you smile at your husband as your son skips between you, more relaxed and back in his own world of imagination now that heâs not holding himself back from having a mortifying accident.
âHowâd it go?â
Katsuki shrugs, it was no big deal. âHe wanted to use âthe big boy toiletâ.â
You canât help but laugh.
âHis words, not mine,â he scowls back.
Your eyebrow cocks, wondering how that worked out. Youâre sure he still isnât tall enough for that just yet. âAnd did he?â
âI had to hold him up, but,â - here, his chest puffs out, looking down at his almost identical likeness and grinning like the proud daddy he is - âyeah, he did.â
tags: FEM reader (referred to as wife + your grace), fantasy au, dragon king bakugo, arranged marriage/marriage of convenience, miscommunication (resolved!!), implied loss of virginity, very suggestive, hurt/comfort, readers home country SUCKED (misogyny + sexism mentioned)
wc: 2.9k
In truth, you should not be anywhere near the dragon pit.
You have only ever seen the beasts from afar, kept behind the protection of your husband's most trusted guards; folk adorned in durable leather and shedded scale, while your own body need only be wrapped in silks.
Since your wedding night all those weeks ago, that is all that has touched your skin â silk. Drapes of it, trains of sleeve and cape, embroidered with delicate fauna and feathers. When walking amongst men and women layered with armour and weaponry, you only felt othered.
Being betrothed to the Dragon King, Bakugo Katsuki, had not been of your choosing.
Still, you sought knowledge of the country you were to live in. Read of their culture, learned of their languages. It was a diverse and fascinating place, regardless of the godly creatures it allied with. Much unlike the traditional rules of your own home, anyone could be anything if they so wished. The countrymen were personable, hearty and loud in their cheers as the marriage was announced. Lacking was the stiff lip and rigidity youâd grown up with. Youâd been excited.
But your husband had not. Infact, Katsuki spent the entirety of the reception visibly displeased. This was not of his choosing either, and having been raised in a society built on crafting your own destiny, you truly couldnât blame him for feeling robbed.
At the beginning you had no complaints. In many ways you thought youâd been freed. And he was undoubtedly handsome â otherworldly, even. A broad chest painted in striking patterns of black, highlighting the scars he had won during the war. His shoulders were thick, like his arms, and covered by a grand red cape lined in fur that settled in the earth beneath his feet. His expression had been piercing, and you recall just how insecure you felt under his scrutiny. Eyes alight. The longer you looked the more you saw the flames dancing in his irises.
Youâd been taught to expect aggression, and to practice submission. Sex was duty. But on the night of your wedding he had touched you in ways you could not have imagined, and even now you can feel the hot impression of his fingers at your waist. Amidst the bliss youâd forgotten that his hands could conjure fire. Katsuki had shaped your flesh around him, burrowed into you as if he was made to find home there. Lay aside â the kissing is what bewitched you. The careful manner in which he cradled your face, plucking his name from your mouth.
âMy name,â heâd said. âDonât fuckinâ call me âyour highnessâ or âmy kingâ in our marriage bedâ.
When coiled so tightly beneath him, it was as if his weight was the only thing holding your seams together. You felt your body fall apart under his touch three times that night; three times more than youâd expected.
But the next morning, his side of the bed had been cold. Heâd left early and without goodbye. Whenever your paths crossed he did treat you warmly, in his own way, but he deigned to show you any other part of his life. You were not to sit in on his councils, you were not to see his dragons, you were not to be without consort. You were a wife of obligation to be kept in the far wing of the castle, safe and ignorant.
At first it didnât bother you. This was exactly as youâd been taught, and more than anything you felt shamefully naive for thinking it would be any different here.
His ambassador and closest confidant, Midoriya Izuku, had attempted to assuage you only once. It mustâve shown on your face. âKacchan is just difficult,â the smile he gave you was sincere, but a little sad. âItâs best not to make assumptions. Rarely is he thinking the way youâd expect him toâ.
In the weeks that passed your efforts were fruitless. Every day saw new people of different ilk pass through the grounds. The sights and sounds toiled away at your envy until it spread through your chest like flame to dry crop. You could understand the shackles placed upon you if you were not in a country that prided itself on freedom.
Thus, in a fleeting fit of rebellion you had crept from your chambers and made haste to the pit. In avoidance of the guards stationed by your door, you had hooked each leg over the ledge of your balcony and lowered yourself into the gardens.
Your skin frissons in the tepid air, cloaked in only a nightgown that falls above your ankles. The moon bursts forth through the twilight, your silhouette solid and clear beneath pale thin fabric. A stern voice in the back of your head scolds that to be seen so scantily clad by anyone other than your husband would be more than inappropriate, but you close your ears to it before it can dissuade you.
Surely the dragons wouldnât care to look at your breasts.
There is no way to get lost in your search. The pit is a grand structure beside the castle, almost rivalling it in size and width. Excitement stirs in your belly. Your first true act of disobedience. At most, you would be caught by the dragon keepers guarding the entrance and taken to your majesty, but that alone would be enough to satiate your pettiness.
What surprises you is that the keepers do not bat an eyelid. âYour Grace,â both men bow courteously, offering amiable welcome. âWould you like to see Endraen?â
Endraen. You knew her to be Katsukiâs dragon; she has been at his side since he was a babe.
âIf youâd be so kind,â you resist the urge to bow back to them. That was no longer required of you. Instead you fold each arm across your chest, a subtle attempt at maintaining your modesty, and you follow one of them in.
The entrance itself is a large, gaping opening, like the mouth of the cave. It dwarfed you. You willingly enter the maw, led down the throat into the belly, lit only by the flickering torches either side of the hallway.
Itâs colossal. Seemingly bigger on the inside than it is on the out. You wonder if thereâs any magic in play â it certainly feels like it. The air is heavy here; there is a distinct metallic taste in your mouth when you inhale. At the end of the tunnel is something much brighter, a glaring light that floods across the earth beneath your feet.
You realise it is the moon, and this is where the earth ends.
The keeper motions for you to halt, stopping right before the drop. It is quite literally a dragon's pit. You are unable to see its depth, but judging by the soft echo of movement far below, it is considerably deep. Scattered throughout are shelves, pillars and platforms that look to have been naturally formed in rock, and above, the roof opens wide to the night and invites her in.
At your side, the keeper whistles. It ricochets in your chest. You hear a rumbling groan from afar, and then a startling gust of wind that almost knocks you backwards. A large, serpentine shadow skirts across your vision before curling back to the pillar closest to where you waited.
You hold your breath. The ground vibrates as Endraen settles, readjusting her footing with an eldritch rasp of complaint. You mustâve woken her. Wings outstretched, the moon passes through her flesh like stained glass. She is terrifying, kingly, yet thereâs a grace about her as she appraises you.
âShe well suits his Highness,â you murmur. The keeper hums.
âIâll leave you to be acquaintedâ.
There is no time to object. Despite the distance between the opening and the perch, a simple stretch of Endraenâs neck sees her horned snout a hair's breadth from your face. Your nightgown shifts as she exhales, the heat clinging to your skin.
âHello,â you offer lamely. Your voice is shaken, and you wonder if she hears you. If she understands you. Katsuki has ridden her across the lands before, so you had seen all her merigold glory from your bedchamber window, but never this close. You had never seen such joy on Katsukiâs face again, either.
In your lands, people feared the dragons. Mythicised them as callous beasts that wrought fury upon the innocent. Youâd heard such tales about your husband, long before the treaty had been put into place. Bakugo Katsuki, the barbaric Dragon King. He sets torch to anyone that defies him with his own hands, steals riches from his own citizens to hoard in his castle, bellows indiscriminately at his subjects and beds man or woman whenever he pleases.
A beast in his own right, theyâd said. But just like the dragons, you came to realise your people vilified Katsukiâs freedom. This lands freedom. Which was for all but you.
Endraen huffs. Her head has slightly turned as if to get a better look at you. âIâve been wanting to meet you for a while now,â you tell her. As she blinks, you watch the milky second lids pass over her eye, then the first. Her pupils dilate and retract, pulsing when they open again. Even her breathing is loud, shifting the loose rock around you.
âYouâre more beautiful up close. Scarier, too,â itâs silly, but you straighten out your nightgown in the conscious effort to make a good impression. âIâve seen you gliding over the mountains from my window. Like a kite without stringsâ.
She grunts and the breeze warms you once more. âHis Majâ Katsuki talks very highly of you. He loves you. I think in some ways you might know him better than anyone,â your voice fractures as you speak, and the smile pulled across your cheeks weakens.
âI wish heâd let me in. Do you thinkâ!â suddenly you are met with two arms full of dragon. Endraen leans forward, tucking the end of her snout against your chest. You are comically small, barely taller than her largest tooth, and the force of it has you stumbling further back.
She is hot to the touch, much like Katsuki had been. With the way she is attempting to nuzzle you, unaware of her own strength, it wouldnât be far fetched to assume this was an attempt at comfort. The thought makes you laugh, and you run your hand across the length of her scales.
âThank you,â you tell her. A pitched, distorted sound rumbles in her throat and vibrates under your palms. If dragons could purr, this might be it.
âShe likes youâ.
The unexpected echo of Katsukiâs voice startles you away from the creature, and the rumble deepens in displeasure. Heâs closer than you anticipate, night coat draped over his bare shoulders, stepping forward to rest his enclosed fist against Endraenâs lower lip.
You swallow the swell in your throat as his eyes sweep over your state of undress. âCâmere,â he grunts, holding his hand out for you to take. Thereâs an awkward expression on his face that is almost⊠shy.
At first, you accept it delicately. But unhappy with this, Katsuki readjusts his grip until your fingers are interwoven. His palm is searing where it kisses your own. With this, he pulls you into his side.
âYou can still touch her,â and you do, pressing your free hand to her skin, right beside his own. âMind tellinâ me what youâre doing out here?â
The keeper at the entrance mustâve sent for him. âI apologise if Iâve angered youâ.
His nose wrinkles, like your apology left a bitterness on his tongue. âMânot angry. Youâre my wife, so you are permitted to come and go as you pleaseâ.
Influenced by your fleeting irritation, you mutter accusingly, âAm I?â
The regret is immediate and his grip tightens, skin warming. He continues to aimlessly pet along the scales of his dragon as he stares at you. The specks of moonlight filling the alcove refract in his eyes, smouldering. âFuck is that supposed to mean?â
A dragon in his own right, you recall. There is a spark of fear in your gut in anticipation of what might befall you as a consequence of this. But if there is one thing you knew about your husband â and there is little â itâs that he values honesty.
âWhat I mean is I am the only one in this kingdom that is shackled,â you quietly argued. âEven your dragons are able to roam freely while I am hidden away in my quartersâ.
A litany of emotions pass over Katsukiâs face as you speak. Disbelief, anger, confusion, regret. âI have never told you to squirrel yourself away in your bedchamber,â he replies through gritted teeth.
âNo one has told me otherwise, either!â
Endraen watches the exchange closely, and as you avoid his gaze thereâs a clear intelligence in hers that both comforts and unsettles you. Before Katsuki is able to counter your point, she pushes forward minutely into you both, just enough to unsteady you.
Katsuki is quick to unlatch your hands, now wrapping the arm around your waist and embracing you to keep you upright. It is unbearably hot. You splay your fingers over his bare chest, tracing the smooth, raised skin of his scars, and a familiar feeling strums at your centre.
Seconds turn to minutes, and the silence stretches thin. The dragon rumbles again, now pleased by your proximity. Instinctively, you know she pushed you on purpose.
âYou know my home to be a place of subjugation and cruelty. So you must at least have some knowledge of how I was raised,â you rasp, resisting the urge to curl into him. To tilt your chin and kiss him, despite your frustration. âYou do not seek me out, or ask anything of me. You give me no duties. You left and never returned to our marriage bedâ.
Katsukiâs thumb massages gentle circles into the small of your back, and he dips forward to embrace you. Next he speaks, it is beside your ear. âYou didnât choose this, it was forced upon you for the sake of your country. I was justââ he sighs, and you shiver against the warm breath. âFuck. Iâm no good at thisâ.
The slight petulance in his voice makes you laugh, but youâre quick to bite down on it. When you do, he hooks his fingers beneath your chin and forces you to look at him. You havenât been this close since he bedded you, and the memory burns at the surface of your skin. All that separates your bodies is a thin nightgown.
âDonât fuckinâ do that. I want to hear you,â his hand then slips further to cradle your jaw. Let me hear you, heâd groaned into your mouth. Beautiful. Beautiful. âIs that what you were doing this whole time? Repressing yourself like this?â
The reality of it chips away at you, and you try not to shatter in his grasp. âIâm not a person, Iâm a wife,â you recite bitterly with a half hearted smile. His arm tightens around your back, and he presses your foreheads together meaningfully.
âBullshit. I should burn your shitty familyâs castle to the ground,â he mutters, stroking over the swell of your cheek. His words ghost over your lips. âI didnât want you to feel any obligation. I wanted you to come to me, to choose me of your own willâ.
Your nose bumps against his, and you both tilt slightly, lingering there. Heâs strikingly handsome under the moonlight, a lily white crown forming around his head. âWhen you didnât come back that night or the next, I thoughtâŠâ
His eyes fall closed as he huffs, the small shadows of his lashes cast over his cheeks. You wait with bated breath. When he meets your gaze again, searing red, half lidded and avowing, thereâs only tenderness.
âIâve been a piss poor husband thus far,â he addresses you softly. âDeku was right. I shouldâa talked to you soonerâ.
Deku⊠Izuku. âItâs best not to make assumptions. Rarely is he thinking the way youâd expect him toâ. Thinking back on it now, you could have heeded his advice. Katsuki had always been receptive when approached, the issue had been that you felt you were unwanted. Unneeded. Something forced upon him that he didnât want to look at.
You smile, assuaged by his regret. âIf I forgave my piss poor husband, do you think he would join me in bed tonight?â
His sharp inhale is loud in your ears. You are so transfixed on him, on the dilation of his pupils, the sudden tang of magic in the air and the ever growing heat seeping through your nightgown, that you forget the scaled creature watching over you both.
And then he grins, wide and victorious. Katsuki thuds his hands twice against Endraenâs snout and she grunts, her mountainous footsteps trembling through the earth as she retreats. âYeah,â he murmurs. âI think he wouldâ.
Summary:Â When Katsuki finds out in the worst way possible that Deku is, in fact, not a virgin anymore, he takes matters into his own hands and decides to seek you out. Â
(Or, alternatively; Katsuki fucks for the first time)
Paring: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader
Warnings: Swearing, virginity loss, fingering, dry humping, cunnilingus, creampie, multiple orgasms, no contraception mentioned, extremely unrealistic (seriously, this is not what losing your virginity is actually like), characters are aged up to 18
Note: So this was inspired by someone on my AO3, who wondered what Bakugou would be like when he lost his virginity. And this is what my brain had to say.Â
pairing: (aged up) pro hero! Shinso Hitoshi x fem!reader
word count: 10.4k (iâm ded đ”âđ«)Â
synopsis: Itâs been a while since youâd started working with Shinso. Somehow you manage to fight your way into his life and little by little you become way too dependent on him. All it takes is just a little incident to change your initial plan of ending the weird friends with benefits situation the two of you have going on.Â
tags: 18+, adult content, fem!reader, pining (?), colleagues to friends to friends with benefits to lovers, some fluff i guess, protected sex, realistic sex (is that a tag?), slight dom/sub dynamic (nothing drastic tho), praise kink, oral sex (fem receiving), oral fixation (?), kinda bratty reader, Shinso is kinda mean, premature ejaculation (not really but just in case), farting (lol)Â
this fic was written as an entry to the Better Than Fiction: A Realistic Sex Collab, hosted by @/spacelabrathor and @/titan-fodder which you can find H E R E
an: writing this fic took me way too long and honestly iâm so done with it at this point that iâm just throwing it out here. feedback is always appreciatedÂ
You had known you wanted to work in Dekuâs hero agency from the start. Being just a few years the green-haired heroâs junior you had witnessed the man hone his skill and later on fight for his place in the world of pro heroes, all through your TV screen.
You admired him greatly and, to a certain extent, you suppose you could thank him for being the foundation of your determination to become a hero. If an originally quirkless kid can do it then why couldnât you?
You had been lucky enough to get accepted by his agency after your high school graduation and your dreams had come true when you started patrolling the streets.
However, your social life, or lack thereof, was the reason you were chosen to patrol during the night.
âAre you, also, available for night patrols?â The woman in charge of schedule and partner pairings asked you.
âYeah, I have no problem with that.â
You had simply agreed, receiving a warm smile in return and, unknowingly, signing your sentence as one of the agencyâs go-to night patrollers for the foreseeable future.
You sighed as you stretched your shoulders back, trying to fix your posture. You enjoyed being a pro hero, eternally grateful for being offered the job of your dreams and able to help civilians. You loved it, truly. Your body, not so much. The loud crack of your spine and a quiet puff escaping your lips earned a raised eyebrow from the tall man walking next to you but not so much even a look in your general direction.
âDo you know any good masseur?â You asked quietly, moving your head from side to side which resulted in more additional pops, making you feel like a glowstick.
The man on your right side was quiet for so long that you had given up on getting an answer from him.
âNot really,â he mumbled finally, paying more attention to the other side of the street than you, which made it hard for you to even distinguish the words.
âRight.â At this point, you werenât even disappointed.
Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x reader, Katsuki Bakugou x reader
Word count: 5.7k
Warnings: some dark content, non-consensual filming, revenge porn, cheating/pseudo-cheating, cucking, daddy kink, sir kink, breeding, threesome, restraints, & listen I love Izuku but thereâs some definite slander in here, sorryyyy I just love to make him the bad guy
Notes: This round of brain rot is brought to you & inspired by both this wonderful thirst post by @/kingkatsuki and this beautiful fic by @/doinmybesthere. If you havenât read either yet, you absolutely should.
Iâve got a million things to work on, but this was terrorizing me & it kept spiraling out of control, so I wrote it at lightspeed, because I just had to, so please take it off my hands đđ»
One day, Izuku decided it might be fun to bring a new toy into the bedroom and it ended up ruining life as he knew it.
It all began when Bakugou thought it would be funny to send Deku a little gift. He had rolled out a line of sex toys and mailed his pal the shining star of the collection: the Dynamight dildo.
It was entirely accurate to the real thing, molded in an aesthetic swirl of the signature Dynamight color scheme; orange, black, and a deep green. Bakugou signed the personal note that he attached to the package with the most smug grin that heâd ever manifested in his life.
âI know youâve been looking forward to this day for years, Deku. Now, you can finally suck my dick to your heartâs content.â
A gag between friends, thatâs all Izuku thought of the exchange. When youâd brought the parcel in and handed to him, explaining that it was from Kacchan, he was just as confused as you were.
Upon watching him open the contents and insisting he read the included card aloud, it made sense. Youâd both laughed. You, admittedly, a little harder than your boyfriend. But he didnât think much of it at first; it was funny, after all.
A few weeks passed and his mind kept gravitating back to the toy, to the vulgar note and the laughter that it pulled from you. It irked him. He didnât think that it would. He and Kacchan had moved past their youthful rivalry. This was just a fun jab, it wasnât intended to be harmful.
But something about the sound of your laughter triggered deep-seated memories of fingers pointing and children guffawing at a quirkless child. One with decidedly less confidence and quick wit than his explosive classmate.
Things were different now though. He had far more effective coping mechanisms for when those memories made an attempt to haunt him. Far more enjoyable ones too.
Nothing lifted the weight of the world off his shoulders quite like a good, nasty fuck. Thatâs all he needed: an afternoon between your thighs. He could hardly wait to take his frustrations out on your perfect body. He spent all morning thinking about it. Tending to some necessary business while imagining all the filthy things he would do to that tight pussy and that cute, little mouth of yours.
Because he was the Number One Hero. He didnât suck dick, he got his dick sucked. By the prettiest girl that heâd ever laid eyes on, no less. The prettiest girl that Kacchan had ever laid eyes on, as a matter of fact. A fact that he knew, because Kacchan had told him one night.
After a few too many whiskeys at the last gala youâd all attended, Kacchan had let his stalwart guard down for once, though only Izuku was around to witness the rare incident.
Heâd slurred something about how it wasnât fair. Finished his whiskey and then repeated his bitter observation. It wasnât fair that everything had changed. That Deku was the one winning the race toward becoming Number One. That he was able to leisurely waltz into that spot and snatch you up along the way.
Because Bakugou wanted you. He swore that Deku had known it all along too and cursed him for not having the decency to give him a chance to pursue you. He accused Deku of antagonizing him, leading him to a forked path where being the greatest hero was located down one path and you were at the end of the other, and while he was distracted, Deku had claimed you as his and then still beaten him to the top spot anyway.
Heâd taken the wrong path. In hindsight, he could see that only one path was viable, but he was blind in the moment and he blamed Deku for his lack of clarity.
Izuku didnât see it that way. Did he have an idea that maybe Kacchan liked you? Yeah, but, so what? Heâd never pursued it and itâs not like that gave him some innate claim to you. Besides, when Izuku asked you out, itâs not like youâd refused him, which you wouldâve if you werenât interested in him. If youâd really wanted Kacchan, youâd have said no.
But you hadnât. You were decidedly his and in the back of his mind, Izuku couldnât help but wonder whether or not that drove Kacchan crazy. He figured that it must, on some level. Otherwise, why would he bother mentioning it, inebriated or otherwise? It was still gnawing at him, the way that all those years of relentless teasing still gnawed at his own soul.
So, he thought he might return the favor. Twist the proverbial knife a little deeper.
Heâd tucked the lewd gift aside in a spare closet, not knowing what else to do with it. It lay on the floor, tucked behind storage containers of holiday decorations and a coat that had fallen from itâs hanger. He retrieved the indiscreet package and set it on the counter, pulling it out and feeling the impressive weight of it in his hand and he gave his rash impulse a second thought.
Maybe he should just let it go. He didnât need to drag you into it. None of this was your fault, after all.
But the longer that he stared at the toy, the more he imagined the way that your tight walls would stretch around it as it sucked it in, the harder it got for him to simply forget about the idea. He couldnât now.
So he slips into the bedroom, finding you still wrapped in a towel from your shower, on your belly with your legs crossed and up in the air behind you while you scrolled on your phone.
When he sat in front on you, you were naturally curious about the object in his hand. What did he plan on doing with that?
You never imagined that he would suggest slipping it between your thighs, fucking you with a replica of his friendâs cock. That was..wrong, right? It felt like it was.
Which is precisely why you clenched at the thought. Precisely why you ended up with your legs spread wide with Izuku mercilessly pistoning the toy in and out of you, watching as you were stretched out until your sloppy pussy was sucking the toy right in, greedily devouring the extra length and girth that you werenât quite accustomed to.
Izuku went fucking nuts for it. He didnât think that he would like it quite as much as he did, but he couldnât get enough. He was knocking up against your cervix, absolutely abusing your walls, too drunk on the way that you looked when you were stuffed so fucking full.
He nearly forgot the key component of his scheme. To your dismay, he slowed his motions, coming to a stop to let the toy rest inside you as you mewled, begging for more. You glanced toward where he sat on the edge of the bed, situated comfortably between your legs, and you whined for him to continue until you took notice of the phone in his hand.
He assured you he only wanted it for his personal viewing pleasure. You just looked so sexy like this, he wanted a memento; he needed it. Thatâs what he told you, what he pleaded with you for as he bat those dark lashes over his glimmering, green eyes.
And you took pity. You agreed, despite your hang ups about cyber security. He was a social target, what if someone accessed his accounts? His phone? Found that video?
You were a hero too. You had a reputation to uphold the same as he did. If that video got out, you would be potentially ruined, not to mention mortified.
But he assured you that wouldnât happen, heâd make sure of it. Heâd protect his baby, no one else would see the video aside from him. Well, him and one other, but you would never have to know about that.
There was no reason for you to know that heâd sent that video to Kacchan, because who was going to tell you?
Certainly not Bakugou. He wasnât certain how he would ever be able to make eye contact with you again. Not after seeing the way your eyes crossed as you gushed around the silicone stand-in that was essentially his cock. Not after he played that video over who knows how many times, stroking his cock until it ran dry from too many ventures that evening.
He was livid. He didnât think that this was a possibility when he mailed that fucking thing off to Deku. It was a joke. One that did have an ounce of malice behind it, but for the most part, it was intended to be harmless. He knew he did this to get back at him. To get under his skin. And he had succeeded.
He was also grateful. In a fucked up sense of the word. He knew he didnât stand much of a chance of seeing his dick crammed inside your cunt in any other fashion, so heâd take what he could get and he would wring it for every last drop.
He watched it every day. Multiple times a day, usually. In fact, he was queuing it up for a third time that evening when the text from Deku appeared at the top of the screen.
Deku: I have an opportunity for you. I really think youâll appreciate it if you enjoyed that little video I sent last week.
Bakugou: Funny. How about you take that dick and shove it up your ass.
Deku: Iâm serious. Come over on Saturday afternoon. 2 pm. If youâre willing to play by the rules, because there are rules.
He stared at the message, a hand pensively pressed to his face as he debated involving himself in this fucked up little game further.
Izuku waited for a much longer span of time than he thought that he might have to before he finally replied.
Bakugou: Tell me the fuckin rules then jackass.
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In the couple of weeks since Izuku had first brought the dildo into the bedroom, it had quickly become a favorite of the both of yours.
You couldnât recall a time in recent memory that he hadnât brought the toy out of the drawer for some playtime, so it surprised you when he reached for it, then seemed to think better of it and closed the drawer.
âOh,â your eyes moved from the drawer to his face, âYou donât wanna use that today?â
You tried not to look disappointed, lest he see through you to find the tinge of guilt that you felt over preferring that dildo in particular to your boyfriendâs actual cock.
It just wasnât the same. Izuku had nothing to be ashamed about, size-wise, but after one rendezvous with the Dynamight dildo, it wasnât quite enough for you anymore.
âNo, I thought today that maybe we could do something a little different.â He sat facing you on the bed, rubbing his hand up your thigh. âIf youâre comfortable, that is.â
âComfortable with..?â You eyed him curiously and he directed your attention to the door, the both of you turning to see Bakugou strolling in, looking a bit out of place and a lot nervous when his eyes fell on you and Izuku, looking like quite the picture of comfortable domesticity.
Izuku, clad in sweats and a t-shirt. You, in your usual lazy day attire. A teeny pair of shorts hidden beneath an oversized tank top that bared a generous amount of your side cleavage. Sans makeup, but that didnât bother Bakugou. He had realized heâd never seen you without it, but you looked just as beautiful to him like this.
âSince you enjoy the toy so much, I thought that maybe you might want to try the real thing.â Izuku turned back towards you, taking your hand in his with a genuine smile on his face. âIs that okay with you?â
âI, uhâ,â you shook your head, blinking as you stared at Bakugou. âIâm sorry, what?â A nervous laugh escaped your throat. âYouâdo you want to do this?â
Bakugouâs eyebrows raised as your finger fell in his direction. He felt as if he had suddenly gone from spectator to participant and that made everything all the more real.
He panicked and snapped, âYouâd think Iâd fuckinâ be here if I didnât?â
Oof. Thatâs not how he wanted this to go. He immediately regretted his harsh tone, alarm briefly registering in his expression once he saw the way that you balked at his words.
âAll right. Not sure why I asked, I guess,â you huffed, turning back to your boyfriend, who also seemed less than amused with Bakugou at the moment, and dropped your voice, speaking quietly while the blonde politely look away pretending not to hear. âDo you really want to do this? I thought you said youâd only be open to bringing another woman in and then you spring this on me?â
âI thought it would be a fun surprise,â he grins, leaning forward as his large hands move to your hips, his thumbs pressing in to the spot that floods your belly with heat. âCâmon, baby. Youâve always wanted to do something like this, right? Iâm just trying to give you what you want.â
âAnd I appreciate that babe, but this isnât going to bother you? Really?â You look at him skeptically, pulling his hands off your hips as you press your thighs a little tighter together.
âI mean, you donât have feelings for him, right?â Izukuâs voice was noticeably louder, but his tone was casual. Rhetorical. He knew what your answer would be, but he wanted Bakugou to hear the question.
And indeed he did. His face crooked in your direction, no longer making a show of ignoring your little huddle session.
âRight,â you nodded in agreement, not even sparing a glance toward Bakugou, which he was grateful for. He was concerned his wounded nature might show. Or worse, he would snap again. âButâ,â
âThen itâs fine,â Izuku leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your lips, taking your hands to squeeze them in his as he stood. âWeâve already discussed some rules, so weâll run them by you and if thereâs something youâd like to change or add, you can let us know. Does that sound fair, baby?â
You nod and crawl to the middle of the bed, crossing your legs as you sit and give them your undivided attention, so that Izuku could elaborate.
âWeâll use our normal safe word, because youâll be restrained. Iâm going to be involved throughout the entire thing. You can touch me and Kacchan can touch you, but you cannot touch Kacchan,â Bakugou shoved his hands in his pockets to hide the fists that heâd balled them into.
Hearing that rule repeated aloud to made him realize that it sounded like one heâd come up with, instead of one that Deku had refused to back down on, but he couldnât exactly explain that to you. He just had to hope that you didnât think he was some ass who would bar you from laying a finger on him, so that he could use you as nothing more a hole.
âIâve made him aware of your likes and dislikes already and he knows the safe word, so those bases are covered. He canât cum inside you and if you donât want him to, he wonât finish on you either.â Izuku continued, âIs there anything else that you think I missed, love?â
âWhat do you like?â You looked to Bakugou, who took a moment to register once he locked eyes with you that you were talking to him.
âMe?â
âYeah,â you nodded, laughing quietly as Izuku looked down, stuffing his hands on his pockets. His turn to be annoyed now. âI mean, I guess I wonât have much of an opportunity to do too much to you, but is there something you prefer to be called? I call âZuku sir, usually. I can call you whatever you like.â
âDaddyâs usually my go-to,â he confessed, before he could think better of it.
âDaddy,â you repeated, sampling the taste of the word on your tongue with a smile that nearly incapacitated him. His cock stirred at the possibility of just how many times he might get you to repeat that name before he had to leave you.
âNow that thatâs settled,â Izuku interjected, curling his fingers towards you and Bakugou was struck by how you immediately obeyed, crawling across the bed to kneel at the edge, your hands pressed to your lap. âLetâs get you ready baby.â
âFuck,â he muttered. Izuku gave him a quick glance, smirking as he strolled over to the nightstand to fish out a long satin ribbon.
âSheâs a good girl, isnât she?â Izuku smiled proudly at you, gently lifting your shirt off of your frame before he started winding the ribbon around your wrists, securing it tight while you clenched instinctively at the praise.
âThank you, sir,â a coy smile clung to your lips. Izuku leaned forward, capturing the back of your neck as he pulled you into a kiss, while shedding his sweats to allow his erect cock to spring free.
âWanna show Kacchan exactly how good you are, sweetheart?â He smirked, guiding your face toward his cock. You obliged, opening your mouth to eagerly take him in, eyes looking to his as you dropped to all fours, leaning forward on your forearms, your back arched. âThere you go, baby,â he sighed, running a hand through your hair affectionately before sparing a glance at Bakugou, whoâs eyes hadnât left you.
He nodded for the third party to move behind you before returning his focus to the expert way in which you swirled and sucked around his length.
Bakugou peeled off his shirt and you couldnât help but take a peek, casting your eyes aside to see his sculpted form. The perfect V shape that sat at the base of his abdomen, pointing towards what you were most anxious to feast your eyes on.
How accurate was that damn dildo? Did he really have it molded to his own cock? Weâre all those thick, beautiful veins really there? That perfect ridge on the wide, pretty head of his, was that there too?
You wouldnât know, because Izuku reached down and caught your jaw in his hand, gently pushing against it to bring your attention back to him just as Bakugou shed his bottoms.
You hummed around Izukuâs cock, taking it deeper as if to apologize for momentarily neglecting him. The groan that left his lips as his head fell back seemed to indicate that heâd forgiven you.
Then there was another weight on the bed. Bakugouâs knees sank into the mattress while he settled behind you, peeling off your bottoms before his warm palms stroked up the length of your thighs, both taking handfuls of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart, so that he could truly admire the view. Both of your holes laid bare before him, your cunt already glistening, begging to be filled.
But he had to know what you tasted like first, so he dove in. He didnât have the time nor the patience when it came to you, so it was an all or nothing approach today. His tongue slipped between your parted folds, a wanton groan vibrating against your core as he started lapping up your ambrosia.
You moaned, sending those same vibrations along Izukuâs dick as he stuffed it deeper down your throat, his hands winding into and tugging at your hair while his eyes took in the sinful sight of Bakugou losing himself in the taste of your sweet, dripping cunt.
âFuck, you taste so goddamn good,â the blonde growled, smacking your ass before kneading both cheeks in his grasp, slurping loudly he buried his face in your folds again.
You jumped, your little yelp still muffled as you slid Izukuâs cock out of your mouth to come up for air. âFeels so fucking good, daddy,â you mewled, grinding your hips against his face. âGonna make me fucking cum, oh my God.â
âGo ahead and fuckinâ cum then, princess,â Bakugou cracked another harsh slap across your ass, working his tongue directly against your clit as his hands took a firm grasp on your hips, keeping them locked in place so you couldnât scurry away as the pressure between your thighs reached new heights.
âYes, daddy!â Your eyes shut tight as you fisted at the sheets beneath you, âGonnaâhâoh fuck daddy!â You convulsed, hips spurring wildly as you came undone, gushing on and around his lips.
His own eyes rolled back in sinful pleasure, inhaling and greedily tasting your unique flavor as his tongue continued working, despite your spasming attempts to wriggle away from him mouth.
âGood girl, baby,â Izuku cooed, stroking your hair as you faltered under the overstimulation, falling forward to lay atop your forearms, your ass stuck up in the air as Bakugou finally licked his last stripe between your folds. âShe should be ready now, but start slow.â
Bakugou nodded, âFine, but you remember my one rule, right? I noticed you forgot to mention it.â
The room was inverted suddenly, youâd been flipped onto your back. Now facing Bakugou as he loomed over you, his hands grabbing your thighs, parting them and using them as leverage to pull you flush against him, the base of his throbbing cock meeting your still fluttering pussy.
Your hands reached forward, wanting to touch him, to run your hands over his perfect body. To push your fingers into his hair. To wrap your fingers around that beautiful fucking cock of his.
It was the same as the toy. Every detail looked familiar to you already, but the real thing had your mouth watering and your pussy aching. You needed it, bad.
âTold you I wanted to see her pretty little face when I ripped her apart,â Bakugou smirked from above, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance, teasing you with his he edged it inside and then pulled back.
âDaddy,â you whined, reaching forward, desperate to touch him, but Izukuâs hands caught your restraints, pulling your arms above your head while he leaned down to kiss your temple.
âRules.â He gently reminded you, running his hands over your shoulders to cup your breasts, massaging both in his hands, tweaking your nipples as his lips found purchase on your neck.
âYes, sir,â you sighed, closing your eyes, little moans spouting from your lips.
Bakugou growled, slapping at the inside of your thigh to steal your attention back. Once he had it, he slowly sheathed himself inside you, pausing as he felt you stretching to accommodate his size. He had to take a moment for himself to appreciate how tight you were. How wet and eager your sweet little cunt was to take him in.
âGoddamn,â he sighed, his hands finding your hips as he slowly began to thrust, sinking a bit deeper inside you with each pass. âThis just might be the best pussy Iâve ever had, ya know that?â
You were too cock drunk to respond. The stretch and the slide of him inside you, your tight walls working around him; it was all too much to allow you to think of anything else. Izukuâs ministrations were forgotten. The pleasure brought by them dwarfed in comparison to the heavenly feeling of Bakugou carving a place for himself inside you.
âMore,â is all you can manage, your hips shifting forward to meet his every thrust, moving just a beat faster to spur him on. You wanted more. You wanted him to ruin you in ways that you never knew possible and you knew that he could.
A devilish grin crept across his handsome features, âSay it again.â He commands, moving his hips slower.
âMore, daddy, please.â You whine, looking up at him with pleading eyes, your hands once again reaching out towards him, fingertips just grazing his abs. âNeed your cock. Need you to fucking break me.â
âBreak you?â He lifts a brow, grin never faltering. âI donât know how your man would like that, princess. He wants me to be careful with ya.â
âMm-mm,â you shake your head vehemently, looking back at Izuku, âplease, sir. Please.â
âYou heard the lady,â Bakugou sneers, leaning over you to kiss across your chest, his eyes narrowing at Izuku. âShe says she can take it. Sheâs begging for it. Donât you like giving her what she wants?â
âBaby, I donât know about this,â he tears his warning glare from the blonde and softens his eyes on your pleading features. âI donât want you to get hurt.â
âHe wonât hurt me,â you brush the back of your clasped hands against his abdomen, turning your head to kiss his hip before swiping your tongue along his erect cock. âYouâre right here, baby. You wouldnât let anything bad happen.â You kiss his leaking tip, swiping your tongue over the head. âYou know I can take it, please..â
âShit, I know she can take it, man.â Bakugou scoffs, his hands resting beneath your hips as his thumbs dig in and he leans back, thrusting a little faster as he rolls his hips in a steady rhythm. âYou werenât exactly taking it easy on her in that video.â
Your blood ran cold, all your efforts ceasing as you stilled. Bakugou noticed the shift and paused his own movements, glancing from your sullen face to Izukuâs nervous expression.
âOh, youâve gotta be fucking kidding me.â Bakugou narrows his gaze, glaring at Izuku. âYou didnât fucking clear that shit with her? What kind of sick fucking bastard are you?â
âUntie me. Pineapple. Whatever the fuck.â You snap, frantically tugging your wrists apart as you sit up. âFucking get me out of this!â
Izukuâs partially paralyzed as he back away, his hands put up defensively as Bakugou shakes his head, rolling his eyes as his deft fingers move to untie you.
âFucking idiot.â He pulls at the ribbon, undoing the knots as he looks down at your shaking frame, speaking quietly. âIm so fucking sorry, Y/n. I wouldnât have come here if I didnât think that you were in on all of this. I wouldnât have watched that fuckinâ video. Iâ,â
âIâm not mad at you.â You say, tone still ice cold as you stare at the mattress between you. âYou, stay right here.â You pull away, crawling off the bed to stand, pushing at Izukuâs chest as you snatch the ribbon off the bed. âYou.â You spit, pointing to your vanity chair in the far corner of the room. âSit the fuck down.â
He swallows and obeys, shaking his head as he implores you with apologetic eyes, tears already forming in them. âBaby girl, Iâm so sorry, just let me explain.â
âNo. You lied.â The evident anger in your voice is gone and somehow thatâs more terrifying to him as you bind his wrists behind his back, working to tie the excess material to the chair. âYou promised that was for your eyes only. You broke my trust.â You fasten the ribbon to the chair, stepping away without so much as a glance over your shoulder at him. âSo, I think Iâm gonna break a few rules.â
Bakugou couldnât tear his eyes away as you sauntered back over to the bed. He laid back against the headboard, letting you crawl on top of him as your hands slid across his chest. âYou donât have to do this, princess. I can just go,â he said the words, but he didnât mean them. He wanted to stay. He wanted to do this with every fiber in his being.
âNo,â you shook your head, âI want you to stay. I want to know what itâs like with you, Katsuki.â You spoke sweetly, smiling softly as you leaned in to kiss him. It was gentle and intimate, a genuine invitation for him to return the sentiment, which he did gladly.
You pushed your fingers into his hair, parting your lips to allow his tongue to slip inside your mouth as you rolled your hips on his, eager to have inside you once again.
He groaned, wrapping an arm around your waist as the two of you maneuvered to become one again, his cock slipping inside you as he laid you back down.
âBaby, please,â Izuku cried from the corner, still embarrassingly hard, despite his heart sinking further into his stomach with each thrust that you readily accepted, your hands clutching to Katsukiâs back as he fucked you, slow and deep.
âStay quiet and Iâll consider staying,â you shot a disdainful look over your shoulder, hoping that would be the last interaction you had with Izuku, who whimpered as chewed on the inside of his cheek, resolving to obey.
âWish we didnât have the audience,â Bakugou whispered in your ear, âBut Iâm glad Iâve got you all to myself right now, princess. Still want me to break you?â He murmured against your skin, licking a stripe up your neck to nibble on your earlobe.
âPlease, daddy,â you panted, writhing anxiously beneath him as your tiny hands squeezed around his shoulders.
He growled, âIâll never get sick of hearing you say that, baby,â he picked up the pace, leaning back to angle your hips up, snapping his into yours as he grunted and groaned louder with each effort. âGonna make you cum twice as fuckinâ hard on my cock. Then Iâm gonna stuff this pussy full to the brim. Maybe fuck a baby or two into ya. That sound fuckinâ good to you? Your pussyâs practically begging for it, sucking my cock in like you just canât wait to fuckinâ milk me dry.â
âPlease, daddy, breed me.â You didnât miss a beat, panting and whining as you clutched at his chest, raking your nails over his skin. âIâll be your good little bitch, let you stuff me full over and over. Wanna be a good little cumslut, just for you.â You keened, arching your back off the bed, your eyes clenched too tight to see the way Izuku winced upon seeing the carnal frenzy youâd been whipped into.
It was unfamiliar to him. Heâd seen you get worked up, but never like this. Never so far gone. That hazy look he saw when you opened your eyes again wasnât one he was accustomed to seeing before you lost yourself beneath him.
He couldnât help but wonder if it was the adrenaline? Was it the anger? Were you playing it up for revenge?
But then the mood shifted again, Bakugou pulled himself back. His eyes were still blown with lust, but he still clung to enough sense to take your chin in his grasp, pulling your head forward to look at him as he leaned down as kissed you. Really kissed you.
That kind of kiss that you only see in movies. The one that happens when two lovers run dramatically into each otherâs arms. At the airport gate. On the wide, sunny expanse of a romantic beach. In the pouring rain. One of those grandiose, cinematic moments was unfolding before him and he was powerless to stop it.
He could only watch in horror as you returned the favor, your hand pressing to Bakugouâs cheek, pushing into his hair, desperate to keep his lips on yours as you kissed him back with the same intention until you had to pull yourself away.
You looked into his eyes, feeling your second orgasm crest as you clutched to him for safety and he granted it to you, cradling you beneath him in both of his strong, sweat-slicked arms as you shuddered into your climax, pressing yourself against him while he watched you fall apart before finding his own bliss, grunting and groaning into your hair as the pair of you collapsed on the bed in your tight embrace.
Izuku felt sick. He felt humiliated. Guilty. Responsible for this disaster. But sick was the best way to sum it up in a word. Heâd hurt you in trying to hurt Bakugou, but here he was, feeling like the stranger in the bedroom now as he watched the way Bakugou propped himself up over you, a soft look in his eyes as he brushed a strand of hair away from your cheek.
Your whole body was pounding, alive with your pulse echoing in every nerve ending. You looked almost shy now, still quaking in Bakugouâs arms as you smiled up at him, running an endearing hand over his collarbone. It felt like a dream.
It looked like a nightmare. One that made Izuku doubt everything that he thought he knew. He thought only he would ever be able to satisfy you like that. He thought that you would only ever look at him that way. He thought that what you had was different than the type of love that they portray in the movies, because that brand of love was so overdone and exaggerated. What you had was different than that, because it was real.
But looking at you now, seeing the way Bakugou leaned in and kissed you, so slowly and gently that for a moment, he thought time might have actually slowed down, he doubted what he once thought was an immovable fact.
Luckily, he didnât hear the words Katsuki whispered against your lips when he pulled away.
âI love you.â
Those were just for you. The softest sound that youâd ever heard. One last final bid to steal your breath away and stolen it, he had.
All three of you were suspended, disjointed from reality for a split second that felt much longer than it was.
You, panicked and inexplicably excited by the confession from his lips.
Bakugou, in utter disbelief that he could let himself be so vulnerable.
And Izuku, a mess of tears and tremors in the corner as he asked himself a question: Was what you and he had actually the real thing or was the real thing tangled up in the bed before him?
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last night, you had your very first sleepover with katsuki.
it was perfect. no snoring or sleep walking, no blanket hogging, and most importantlyâno pro hero work pulling him away in the morning. the only thing that wouldâve made it better, is some clarity.
youâre dating katsuki, but itâs not officialâheâs not your boyfriend. you wonder if maybe, heâs just not that into you, or perhaps, he just doesnât have the time. timeâsomething heâs never had enough of, that has to be it, right?
your very first date, it was a two parter, because he was needed elsewhere mid mapo tofu. a few other dates after that were also cut shortâmaybe he thinks you just donât know each other well enough yet? is it even possible for someone like him to think that way? whatever the reason, you need to know.
âmorning katsuki,â you murmur, shuffling into the kitchen as you pull your sleeves up over your fists. you have a clear goal in mindâbut heâs cooking, without a shirt, and suddenly your mission is ten times more difficult. is this what being a pro hero feels like?
âmorning,â he mumbles back, glancing up briefly as you lean against the counter.
âwhat am i to you?â shit, how did that slip out? you couldâve sworn you asked how he slept.
âa fuckinâ headache,â he replies, sliding two glasses out of the cupboard and onto the counter. he opens the fridge, grabbing the carton of apple juice, and the carton of orange juice.
date three, part oneâyou had a heated debate over which is better, apple or orange. katsuki told you he doesnât like to chew his damn beverages, and you told him that, believe it or not, they make orange juice without pulp. still, he went on about the bitterness, the acidity, and the horrid oj and toothpaste comboâyet here he is having both in his refrigeratorâhow odd.
âcâmon, iâm serious,â you urge, watching the liquids cascade into their respective cups.
âso âm i.â he nudges your glass towards you, bringing his own up to his lips and chugging it.
âbut, iâm in your apartment,â you pause, noticing the way his face contorts into a full on sentenceâone that reads yeah, no shit. âi slept in your bed with you, iâm wearing your shirt,â you continue, gesturing to the long sleeve currently swallowing you whole.
âyouâre talkinâ my damn ear off too,â he breathes, wiping an arm over his mouth.
by date five, it was obvious that katsukiâs actions spoke louder than his wordsâwhich is impressive considering just how loud his words are. puddles lined the streets that evening, courtesy of the afternoon downpour. it was busy, drivers lost in their own little worlds as they drove pastâand each and every time, katsuki would angle his body to the right just a bit. he cursed every last one of them who sped by, and he was absolutely miserable by the time you made it off the main roads but, at least you were dry.
ânevermind,â you say, sliding into a chair at the dining table. youâve decided that, whatever this isâitâs good enough for you.
but it was on date one part two that katsuki knew you were it for him. after running out on you just three nights prior, he was glad you even showed upâbut you went one step further. you sat there with that pretty smile on your face. no eye rolls, no guilt trips, and not a single snide remark or complaint. you even offered to pay for the mealâas if he would ever let you do such a thing, but he found it cute nonetheless. so, he owes you this.
âhey,â he barks, causing your head to snap up. the two plates he had set on the counter are full now, he must be done. âyouâre mine.â
the look on your face mustâve said it all, because heâs choking back a laugh as he carries your plates over. youâre his? why did he blurt it out so casually? are you missing something?
âoh câmon,â he huffs, plopping down in the seat next to you. he turns, trailing his eyes up and down your figure. âyou slept on my damn side of the bed, in my fuckinâ shirt.â
he gave you this shirtâright before he told you to go wait bed while he tidied upâhow the hell were you supposed to know he has a specific side?
âdonât play dumb,â he pauses, scowl growing as he watches you reach for a piece of food with your bare hands. he grabs your wrist, ushering for you to let him roll your sleeves upâlike hell heâs gonna sit back and watch you get his shirt dirty.
he folds the fabric with precision, biting the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hide his smileâbut he just canât.
âyâalready know youâre mine.â
note ; thank you for reading <3 could very well be ooc i dunno itâs my first time writing for him hehe >: rbs are appreciated !!
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