Izukus Pube

Izuku 4L 19😗

[izukuispunk]

I don’t care Izuku fucking midoriya will ALWAYS be the better choice and I will DIE on that hill.

[glitch1d]

Can I request a scenario where Izuku and reader make a secret sex tape???😛🥴

Midoriya Izuku x Fem Reader

Warning: Video taping, phone recording, SMUT, NSFW, PIV, BREEDING kink, cream pie, overstimulation

The video starts with you already moaning. Your back is arched off the mattress underneath you. You were in utter heaven, as usual when it came to Izuku's fingers playing around with your clit. He had a way of untangled and unwinding you with his fingers alone. There was some sort of art that he could do with them that always left you gasping and shaking.

You loved it.

He was the artist and you were his fine art.

A chuckle is heard off camera as the camera is panned over your body as you come on his fingers. "Oh what a beautiful sight." A groan left him. "I can't wait to watch this tomorrow."

A laugh stumbled out of your lips as you finally relaxed, your body becoming slack on the sheets. Your eyes were half lidded as you looked up at him, lust and want in your gaze. It was expected with the man who had been married to for 2 years.

You moved your hands to cup your breasts for him. Your fingers moved to twist and move your nipples, pulling just enough to sting. Just enough to make your pussy squeeze his fingers as he pulled them out of you. "It's not fair you leave me while you go on a mission, and you get to still have me when I don't have you."

The focus switched to front view as Izuku's eyes aren't on the camera but on you out of frame. Forrest eyes are swallowed by pupils that were enraptured by you. Izuku had always been enraptured by you. He was incapable of even faking otherwise. His lips were wet with a mixture of saliva and your slick.

A deep hum came out of his throat. "Well we both know that isn't true, baby."

"And how isn't it true?" You asked.

"I try cum enough to leave enough still inside you while I'm gone." He said as the camera switched again focusing down on the lower part of your body. His large scarred hands sat on your abdomen, his thumb brushing over where your womb was underneath. Your body shivered at the implications.

The video then cuts to being set not even 5 feet away from the bed, not that the distance mattered. You were loud enough that it felt like the phone was right next to the both of you.

The camera was positioned so that it captured the broad expanse of his freckled back. He was so gloriously muscular and strong. He was the Number One hero and it showed with how his hips thrusted into you. He wasn't stopping for anything. The constant slap of his palvis against your skin was a consistent rhythm in the audio.

Your feet peaked over his shoulders as he held thighs, keeping your legs as his grip to pound into you. Your legs kept twitching as he bottomed out inside you again, and again, and again. You couldn't breathe deeply because it felt like he was right in your stomach, pounding against your lungs.

His thick cock was always such a delicious feeling inside you. You often didn't even need him to move to feel at peace, to feel whole. And yet here you were, so greedy for more.

You didn't mind being greedy. Your husband loved you greedy.

"OH FUCK! DEEPER, IZU!" You cried out higher pitched than normal.

He let out a huff. "Deeper?" He asked lowly, sweat beading down his neck. His green curl as a darker shade due to the sweat in his hair. He moved to cage your body underneath him, his hands resting at eitherside of your head. With one large hand and a shift he moved to reallign himself before slamming back in.

You arched up into him as you screamed to the heavens. "YES!" You moaned deeply. Your thighs were nearly touching your chest as he had you folded in half.

Izuku groaned as he threw his head back for a moment before moving his hips again. "I love fucking you. Good Lord, this pussy always holds me so good. You trying to suck me dry, aren't you?" He asked as your arms wrapped around his neck.

"Yes! Yes, I do. I want you to cum inside me. I want your baby." You pleaded.

A deep animal like sound left Izuku as a flash of lightning rippled across his back. The bed creaked but held up (custom made for such scenerios). He shifted and the video caught him over you, his heavy balls slapping against your rim.

"I'm gonna come." Izuku warned you as your fingers gripped his shoulders, digging into his skin leaving marks.

"Inside." You pleaded as you moved a hand into his curls.

With a groan turned whine Izuku came. His groans unhindered as he closed his eyes and burried his head in the crook of your neck as you massaged his scalp. You were humming in content continuously, your legs now wrapped around his waist to keep him planted there.

"You're coming so much." You praised as you felt each and every squirt inside of you. You hummed as you let him twitch and stay planted deep and fully sheathed inside you. It was the moments like this where you felt most close to him, most like you were one.

Izuku chuckled. "How could I not when your cunt massages me like it was made for me." He said lowly. He kisses your lips, before diving his tongue inside your mouth.

Your body relaxes as you unravel around, him allowing him freedom to move now. His arms move to wrap around you for a moment, hugging you for a moment. He moves back, finally pulling out and getting out of the way of the camera. He grabs the phone and focuses it down between your spread legs.

Your clit twitches at the attention as your swollen pussy enters frame. A thick white trickle has already spilled out of you, moving down to your puckered room. You giggle moving a hand to rest over your mound. A large pulse of frothy white cum spills out of you.

Izuku groans deeply. "Lord have mercy. I'm keeping this one for sure."

-Glitch1d

[farfromwhore]

prologue — SUBURBIA!

"You're kidding, right?"

It's times like this you understand those that wish for a rich husband, white picket fence and four cosy walls.

Tucked away, only a short walk from the city centre, is what will soon be known as your new home. A futuristic, sky-line apartment all yours and yours only. This has to be some kind of dream, some cruel trick. Your wide eyes twinkle in tandem with shards of light that bounce from the overhead chandelier, spraying the toes of your sneakers in crystal drips.

"I'm sorry, but I am quite serious, Miss (L/N). This is the best we can offer for you at this time." The agent addresses you with a strained smile and you have to look down just to see it stretch across his fur grazed cheeks. Like this isn't the nicest apartment you've ever stepped foot in. White walls, sparkling parquet flooring and various rows of floor to ceiling windows that look out onto the heart of the city. It's freshly cleaned, you can tell by the way the bleach wafts through your nose and you fight the urge to take a deep inhale. Even the couch is spotless, not a crumb in sight, and you really hope this place comes fully furnished. Fully furnished, like you'd be able to avoid this place with the small amount of money you have saved up, let alone the furnishing that comes with.

"How much is the rent?" You turn sharply, sucked back to the real world for a bitter moment.

"The agency will cover that." He waves you off with a paw and you feel stupid for asking such a question, "It's important for someone of your position to be stationed within the city centre," He explains, nasally voice splitting in places, "Dynamight needs you close in case of emergency, and the commute to work each morning will be much easier with the Agency only down the street." He trails off, eyeing the shining windows like this whole place is below him.

"I understand." You nod to the wall, but you don't. Not really. "Must be hard to work for someone as stuck up as Dynamight, huh?" You turn to him with a grin, expecting some kind of shared banter in the mockery of the pro-hero, but his snout sours.

"I will be back next week to ensure you're all settled in. Your key card is in the bedside drawer, you will need it to enter the building tomorrow so don't forget it. Everything here is yours, though we do expect it will be kept in good condition over the course of your stay." He then bids you good day with a slight bounce just to meet the door handle, slamming it behind him with a surprising amount of force for someone so small.

So Dynamight's workers don't seem to hate him. You'd have to keep that opinion of yours tightly locked away from now on.

Trailing your new apartment, you swing the keys around your ring finger —cosplaying that of a wealthy home owner — and turn to gaze from the room length windows. It's a little cloudy, which takes away from the ambiance, but who are you to complain right now? New job, new place. Despite the tragedy of your old home being a pile of rubble on the streets, things were looking up.

At least that's what you try to tell yourself.

You'd lying if you didn't admit how tight your jaw has been since you stepped foot out of the sleek limo he'd sent for you. So some big shot hero blasts your neighbourhood to smithereens, and the agency tries to save face by employing you? As his publicist, no less.

You flop down on the irritatingly comfortable couch, the cushions dipping under your weight. It's now your job to appeal for the one man who uprooted your life, to make him out to be some shiny, polished hero and a part of you dies a little inside each time you have to admit this to yourself. That you can't let personal vendettas get in the way of work, that this is all you've ever wanted and more. You flick on the TV just to see the new villain attack going on across the city. It put a halt on some of the trains on the way here, so you were late for your showing. Black smoke blooms from empty buildings, something twists in your gut. The reporter on the screen shakes a little as she brings the mic to her mouth, forcing a pearly smile despite the chaos that ensues behind her. You grimace, is this the sort of life you were going to lead before all this? Hero journalism, front lines to the destruction with a camera shoved down your throat.

You mute it, allowing the silence to fill the room.

This didn't have to be so bad. You're sure someone out there would die for an opportunity like this, and that many would be able to look on the bright side. It's a department you struggle in, but you're working on it. Hero agencies are no place for a pessimist.

A hot shower and freshly washed hair— ready for an early wake up tomorrow — later and you find yourself curled against the couch once more. Definitely too comfortable. You squeeze the water from the ends of your hair into the complimentary towels they'd furnished this place with, as well a bathrobe engraved with the initials of Dynamight's agency that's wrapped tightly around your waist.

Something on the screen catches your eye and you fumble for the volume button. You almost sink into the floor when the bright yellow headline flashes across the screen 'DYNAMIGHT's NEW PUBLICIST: YN LN.'

This is going to be a long year.

[honeybunnysenpai]

All I Ask Of You // Katsuki Bakugo

Summary: When an unofficial on and off again relationship between Izuku and reader comes to an end, Katsuki steps in to show reader her worth.

Pairing: Izuku x Reader x Katsuki

-

His hands were on your hips. His fingers easing into your skin, pulling and grasping all he could get. His face was in your neck. His voice gasping out little moans, his lips placing hot kisses over your skin, his teeth ever so gracefully grazing your ear in a way that made you shiver and groan.

Your hands were on his back. Your fingernails digging into his back and easing up to his shoulder where you grabbed onto him for support, the feeling of your nails on his skin only further cause for him to drive himself into you quicker. Quicker, and needier. Your legs were around him. Your legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, legs hooked together pulling him in closer with every pound in and out.

You both were inches from each other, fornicating in such a forbidden way, a way Izuku swore he would never touch you. You both could’ve told each other no, the wine in your system wasn’t that strong. You were both practically sober, and there would be no one to blame but yourselves in the following morning. Even as you clenched around him, even as he felt himself cum into the condom, he was trying to justify his actions. It’s just one night. Just one night. One night you both tended to repeat on different nights.

‘It’s just one night,’ he told himself as he pulled out of you and walked over to the bathroom attached to your bedroom. 'It’s just one night, it doesn’t mean anything,’ he told himself as he pulled the condom wrapper off of himself. 'It’s just one night, it doesn’t mean anything, she’s your best friend,’ he told himself as he turned the water on and grabbed a washcloth to clean himself up.

They were all justifications. Justifications to every thought he had that gravitated towards you. Justifications to every moment he wanted you to be his. Justifications for everything he was putting you through. Justifications for every push and excuse he gave to keep you at arms’ lengths away.

You laid on your bed, thoughts of a different manner running wild through your head. 'It feels different this time,’ you told yourself as you pushed yourself up against your headboard. 'It feels different this time, he’s not going to push me away this time,’ you tell yourself as you pull your sheets tight against your naked chest. 'It feels different this time, he’s not going to push me away this time, he’s gonna make it official, he’s gonna make us official,’ you tell yourself as you reach for the water bottle on the table beside your bed to rehydrate yourself.

Izuku walked back into your bedroom, pants on his body, tying his belt around his waist as he looked around for his shirt. He was positive he had left it strewn on the floor by the left side of your bed. You tried not to let a frown slide on your face, you left a smile present, an unwavering smile. Izuku hated himself as he saw you sitting there staring at him. You smiled like your father, Toshinori, a smile so full of hope. Full of hope in him, full of hope in him and you.

“Are you leaving?”

'I want to stay.’

“I, um, yeah… I have early patrol tomorrow. You know how it is.”  

“Yeah! Stay safe, text me when you get home.”

'I want to stay. I want to cuddle you. I want to caress you as you fall asleep. Care for you like a lady should be.’ They were the words he wanted to say. The words that got stuck in his throat as he watched you, happy and unwavering, happy and dignified, happy and hopeful.

“I will.”

Those are the words that actually come out of Izuku’s lips, but they’re just another lie. He places a kiss against your forehead, a sweet and bitter goodbye. 'I shouldn’t see you anymore, not after tonight’, it is a bitter reality he thinks he needs to follow. He had let himself have too much freedom with you. He slips his t-shirt on and then proceeds to go to the front of your apartment to find his phone and jacket. There are missed texts on his screen, missed texts from the girl he gave no thought to during his moment of ecstasy with you.

'She’s a civilian, she means nothing to me,’ he thinks to himself as he swipes the text off the screen, yet it doesn’t stop the guilty nagging feeling in his chest. 'Just a distraction, a failed distraction from [Y/N]’, more words he tells himself as he grabs his keys off of your coffee table. 'She’ll hate me when she finds out. She’ll never want to talk to me again,’ more words he tells himself as he opened your apartment door and walks out, locking the door behind himself. 'It’s perfect. She’ll be far and safe from me,’ more words he tells himself as he pulls his jacket tight around his head, hoping not to be seen exiting his mentor’s daughter’s apartment at two in the morning. Hoping not to be seen leaving your house, looking like sex the day before he plans to officially announce the civilian girl, Haruka, as his girlfriend to the public.

'It’s safer this way,’ he thinks to himself. It’ll push you away from him. It’ll keep you safer. It’s just like in high school, when he rejected you. It took weeks of coaxing from your father to get you to talk to Izuku again. He didn’t want you to have a target on your back. He vowed to himself never to put you in harm’s way, for the sake of you and his mentor. There would be no coaxing from your father this time, it wasn’t high school, it was adult life. You would surely hate him, no forgiveness on the table.

-

When you wake up the next day the following night has not left your head. You still think of the way Izuku touched you, the way he grabbed and kissed you. As you shower and got ready for the day, as you bathed yourself and looked in the mirror, every mark he left behind and the memory of how he gave them to you ran wild.

Izuku was in your mind all day. You think of Izuku from the walk out of your apartment to the subway. You think of him from the subway ride to your office at Shield Technological Enterprises. You think of him every time you check your phone that morning, hoping to see a text despite him not texting you that night. You think of him in your meeting with your boss, Melissa Shield, thankful that it was a group meeting, or else you might not have made it out without being called out for being else where mentally.

At lunch, your mind derives elsewhere, to a place of more substance, food. You were quick to pack up your work bag full of designs and a few pieces of tester equipment before you grabbed your phone and checked for a text from him once again. 'He’ll text soon,’ you kept telling yourself. He had to be thinking of you the way you were thinking of him. While you were somewhat privately on and off again without ever really saying you were in a relationship, you don’t just sleep with someone, tell them you love them, and ghost them. You had a meeting with him for his new costume design anyway, he would have to face you whether he wanted to or not.

You slid your phone in your pocket and made your way down to the subway station. You had an appointment with Izuku regarding a new wrist brace, after that, you had an appointment with Uravity regarding a new costume that wasn’t so skin tight. You were hoping to slip lunch in between your appointments. You knew your father was in the city today, maybe he could join you.

You walked into Izuku’s hero agency and made your way into the elevator to go up to his office. You could feel your chest bubble with nerves. He was going to give you a chance, a man doesn’t just sleep with a girl and say he loves her for nothing. A man doesn’t just sleep with his best friend only to throw her away. Deku wouldn’t do that. He had more respect for you.

“Wait, hold the door!”

You quickly tossed your arm out to activate the new heat sensory motion activators to make the doors stay open, it was a product created by you, it looked like they were working well. You didn’t create or design products that weren’t for hero costumes often, but you hated the old elevator sensors. A woman stepped into the elevator, panting a bit as she made it in and hit the button to close the doors. She hadn’t hit a button beside the one you already pressed, she must be going up to the same floor as you.

“Those sensors are so neat. They work so much better than the one you usually see.”

“Thanks, I made them.”

Pride swelled in your chest as the elevator went up. It was always a burst of pride whenever someone complimented your designs. You eyed the woman slightly. She didn’t look like a hero, and you were positive she didn’t work in the agency. With Izuku as your best friend, you came here often, you also kept a file of every hero in the city so you could have a reference to their quirks and costumes.

The door opened and the woman stepped out, you soon following behind her. You supposed it was your curiosity, but you wanted to know who she was. Maybe she was from another support agency, you didn’t like people stealing your clients. She kept walking until she reached Izuku’s office. You hoped to god she wasn’t from another support agency, you would not be letting her poach Izuku. Momentarily, you worried you had gotten your meeting time mixed up, but you were positive you had the right time.

The woman patted down her clothes and checked herself in the reflection of a window before walking into the office. That was rude and unprofessional. You should always knock, especially if you don’t have a scheduled meeting. You follow behind her into the office and Izuku looks up in surprise as he stands up. The woman makes her way around his desk and he hugs her before she follows it with a kiss. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a lip kiss. You couldn’t deny they were romantically involved and it hurt. It hurt so bad. You didn’t want to believe it.

“What are you doing here? You were supposed to come at one.”

She was supposed to come at one. An hour after you would be meeting with him. Missing you entirely, like two ships in the night. Your heart stung, why would he do this? It wasn’t like you were together, not officially, but it hurt. He didn’t just use you, he used you to cheat on someone.

“Izuku?”

“[Y/N]? I- shoot. Haruka, can you step out for a minute, I have an important meeting with this woman.”

This woman.

He wouldn't even use your name. Has she any idea who you were? That you even exist? Were you not supposed to be best friends?

“Of course!”

She chirps her words out at him and kisses him again before spinning in her heels and walking out of the room. Each passing encounter and each shared touch just put a new bullet in your heart. You were just some woman, he didn’t even call you his best friend.

“We’re dating, me and her.”

“Since when?”

“A month, she ran into me when her abusive ex was following her. Couldn’t do anything without proof so I took her out for coffee, and it just escalated.”

You looked up at the ceiling, it was better than looking at him. If you looked at him you would cry, and you really needed to not cry. Not when she was just outside his office, not when you’d have to pass her on your way out.

“And that wasn’t something you could’ve told me before last night?”

“[Y/N], I’m sorry, but you knew before hand that we can’t be together.”

“No! Don’t try pulling that shit. We could be together if you wanted to, you’re just a coward. You won’t give us a chance because you’re scared it’ll look bad that I’m your mentors daughter.”

You look at him as your eyes tear up and point your finger at him. Screw the woman outside, screw what she thought of your tears. She deserved to see them, deserved to know what Izuku did to her, what a supposed hero he was.

“We can’t be together because it’ll put an immediate target on your back! You’re quirkless and defenseless, it’ll be so easy to kill you.”

“Fuck you! We both know that there’s already a target on my back for being a Yagi, for working for the most prominent support agency. I deliver weapons to you, to Katsuki, to Hawks, the best of the best. You’re just scared people will look further into your relationship with my dad.”

“And what if they did? You’ve always been under a microscope, it would be even bigger if we dated.”

You wiped your tears as a few of them slid down your face. You weren’t going to let him see you cry. You weren’t going to let him see how hurt you were.  

“After everything we’ve been through, this is how you’ve repaid me? Denied me and betrayed me. I’ve always loved you Izuku, but you always take that for granted.”

You quickly unzipped your work bag and dug around for the 'Midoriya’ work file you knew you had in there. It contained his costume and the blueprints on his new equipment. You threw it on his desk, not caring if any of the papers fell out and flew around.

“There’s your files, I wasn’t sure if you’d like the design, we both know how you like to look at other things when you’ve already got something else in mind. When your ready, contact us with your answer, you know my assistant’s number.”

You stormed out of Izuku’s office, slamming the door behind you. The woman, his girlfriend, eyed you casually, unsure if he was upset and whether or not she should come back later. You tried to compose yourself and gave her a gracious smile as you stuck out your hand.

“I’m [Y/N]. [Y/N] Yagi, Izuku’s bestfriend.”

“Oh, it’s nice to meet you! Izuku talks about you, a lot. I’m Haruka.”

"So your Izukus girlfriend? How about you and me grab lunch, I'm sure we'll have a lot to talk about."

-

Izuku sat on a wooden barstool as he waited for the bartender to get him a shot. It was moments like these that he liked his rising fame, there were at least a dozen other citizens waiting for their own liquor, but the bartender would bump him up on the priority list due to his rising status. It wasn’t like Izuku specifically asked for this to happen, he would never take advantage of his name like that, it just so happened that two out of every three times, a grateful citizen would appreciate his heroism, or they would like to leave a good impression so he would use his newfound fame to advance their business.

Heroes also tended to tip well.

Izuku kept checking his phone for anything and everything. He wanted to see a text from you, but then he had to remind himself that he didn’t. He did this whole thing to push you away. He hurt you to push you away. He’d sent you several apology texts, hoping to get you to understand he did it for your safety, but you had ignored them, and rightly so.

He supposed it didn’t really seem like he cared for you and your safety, not when he began dating some other girl, and a girl with no experience dating a hero. He claimed to want to protect you by not dating you, yet here he was willing to date some other girl and willing to risk some other girl’s life. Not that, that tiny tidbit mattered, she had broken up with him hours after he had that argument with you in his office. It seemed you had told her about him cheating, so she sent the break up text.

It was the first time Izuku had been broken up with by text, it was the first time he had been broken up with at all in fact, but he knew he deserved it. He toyed with both you and her. He had callously endangered her life when he was trying to protect yours, and he cheated. He knew how you felt about him, every one did, and everyone constantly said that one day he’d buckle down and settle with you. He knew he was toying with your feelings, and while hurting you so roughly was unintentional, he shouldn’t have.

It was so hard to stay away from you when he felt the exact same way for you as you did him. He truly was scared of hurting you, and he’d just wrecked any chance he’d ever have with you. But that was what he was trying to do in the first place, wasn’t it?  

Katsuki Bakugo roughly pushed his way through the people in the bar and slammed his shot glass down on the bar next to Izuku. He supposed he should’ve been lighter, more careful as to not break the glass, but he was already feeling buzzed. He was buzzed and happy, he had no early patrol tomorrow and he just advanced in the hero ranks, not to mention he came here with a beautiful woman. He had great cause for celebration.

“Another shot and a daiquiri moonrise.”

The bartender warily eyed him before filling the glass. Most people were wary of Katsuki, his entire persona screamed destruction. While he was a hero, bartenders were always worried he’d be the one to get into a bar fight with another hero. Ultimately, the tip would always be far to great to turn down service to a hero like Katsuki.

Katsuki took the glass, raised it to his lips, and slammed it back down on the counter before he recognized the green mop head beside him and realized it was Izuku next to him. A scowl crossed Katsuki’s face as his eyes went over to you, who sat across the bar. You, who invited Katsuki out in the first place, demanding he needed to get out somewhere besides patrol and the gym. You, who sat with Izuku’s now ex-girlfriend, a fling if you would. You, who spent a majority of the night tipsily chatting and bagging on Izuku, before you became to buzzed to care about him.

“Dumb-Deku. You’re a dumbass, you know that don’t you?”

“Kacchan, I’m not in the mood tonight.”

“And... You think [Y/N] was in the right mood when you fucked and discarded her?”

Izuku’s eyes went over to where you were sat across the bar. Izuku had seen you come in, followed by Katsuki, and his ex. He could just imagine the media tomorrow: Rising Hero Deku’s Bestfriend Spotted Drinking With Rival And Ex. To see you so cozy and friendly with her stung, but he deserved that one. You looked happy laughing with his ex, he was glad to see you had some kind of joy and happiness amongst the hurt he served you.

“I know, I hurt her okay? I know that. I know I hurt her, and that hurts. She’s not answering my texts, and I know she hates my guts and it hurts.”

“Good.”

“You think if I went over there she’d listen to me apologize?”

Katsuki rolled his eyes at his old friend and rival. He wasn’t going to sympathize or feel remorse for him. He knew what he was doing, he knew how he was toying with you, he’d been doing it to you ever since your days at UA. If Izuku never meant to hurt you then he wouldn’t have strung you along in highschool with the false hope that maybe 'one day’ you could really be together. It started with a rejected confession with the promise of friends forever, but the glances, the lingering touches, and shitty flirting strung you along. Deku couldn’t handle the jealousy of seeing you with other guys, but he wouldn’t man up and date you himself. Katsuki hated Izuku for stringing you along even in your prime years, and he hated everyone else for feeding into your crush on him by saying one-day he’d want to make it official.

It would have been better if they set in the reality. Deku would never buckle down, not being the coward he always was. 'You would've been better off years ago', Katsuki thought, better off if you had been cut off clean and moved on. Moved on to someone better, who would've appreciated you and saw you past your weaknesses. Someone strong, who would've voted to actually protect you in public, rather than secretly string you along in the shadows.

“No, you fucked up.”

“Right.”

“You’ve been hurting her with false hope since fucking highschool. But me? I’m taking this drink over to her because she invited me here and she trusts me. We’ll leave together too because I’ve always given it to her straight. And you? You’re going to be here, pathetic and alone because you’ve always taken her for granted and led her on.”

"Kacc-"

"Don't fucking call me that, now if you'll excuse me, I have better things to attend to. And hey, maybe I'll even fuck her tonight but at least I won't ghost her in the morning or pull out a secret girlfriend."

Katsuki took the daiquiri with him to the table you had across the bar. He slid down into the seat next to you and placed the cup in front of you. You looked over at Katsuki with a smile, completely oblivious to his conversation with your now-former friend.

“Than-”

You never got the chance to take a sip, before you even had the chance to thank him he cupped your cheeks. With his warm palms holding your face up to his, he leaned in really quick and placed his lips upon yours. They were soft yet rough at the same time, you had never imagined ever sharing a kiss with Katsuki, but you couldn’t deny you hadn't thought about it at least twice in high school.

“I know you and dumbass Deku. He’s so fucking bad for you, but he’s all you ever want. I don’t know if you’re gonna go back to him, if you can even call it that when you’ve never technically dated, but I can treat you better and I needed to do that before anything happened.”

His hands fall from your face and stuff into his pockets as he resumes the conversation as if he never kissed you. It wasn’t his intention to pretend the kiss never happened, it was far from that. In fact, it would probably be brought up tomorrow when you stopped by his office with a new costume design. He wanted you but he needed you to truly think about his words. To truly think about how toxic Deku was for you, how bad he was, how he’d never want to settle down for you, not with his savior complex of needing to keep everyone safe.

-

You closed the door to Katsuki’s office and took a seat in the chair across from his desk. His office was decorated well. The wall colors looked good in contrast with the chairs and sofa he had pushed against the wall. Part of you wondered if he let his mom decorate his office or whether he picked up habits from his parents.

Your stomach churned as you gave the blonde hero a brief, halfhearted greeting. Your head swirled as you began to pull out papers from your briefcase to show him the newest designs on his latest costume. You had a major hangover going on, the drinks you had last night were much to potent, and they only began to progress after Katsuki had kissed you. It wasn’t exactly the most logical solution to your problems, but it was a great temporary one.

You were lucky and thankful that your meeting with Katsuki hadn’t been scheduled until later into the afternoon to accommodate his busy schedule. Unluckily, you had an early business meeting with your boss, Melissa. Most fortunately, Melissa believed you when you said you got a flat tire on your way into work and would have to postpone your meeting.  

Or at least, she'll believe you until she sees the tabloids. You hadn't even dared look, you could only imagine how the photos looked. You, Katsuki, the kiss. You, Deku, his exe. All the scenarios that must be spinning right now.

“These are the new designs for your hero costume. I have some blueprints for a better grenade gauntlet somewhere in my briefcase.”

Katsuki reached across his desk and grabbed the costume designs from your hands, his fingers lingering on your wrists just a few seconds too long. You weren’t sure what to make of his kiss to you from the previous night. You weren’t sure if he was being genuine, or if he just drunkenly wanted to try to obtain what his former friend failed to. Regardless, the action doesn’t fail to make your cheeks heat up. You quickly draw your hand back and begin to scramble around in your briefcase for the gauntlet blueprints. You shouldn’t be acting like this, you should be more formal and professional.

“I’m gonna look really badass. You draw them yourself?”

“I draw all my costumes myself. I’m sure all my assistants hate me, I’m such a micromanager. I try not to be so controlling, but it never works like that.”

“I know, there were times in highschool that I was sure googels… Uhm- Hutsame? Hatsume was going to kill you. It looks great. You did a fuckin’ fantastic job.”

You let out a light laugh despite your pounding head. Katsuki was never good at remembering his peer’s names, it was only as of recently he was making more of an effort after the media called him out for using harsh and cruel nicknames. A blush adorns your cheeks deeply. Crimson red sprouting up from your neck and above. Most people say the way to a woman’s heart is gifts, jewelry and flowers, for you it was your designs.

“Here are the gauntlet blueprints, I think you’ll like them too. It sprays a non-toxic formula on your wrists to make you secrete sweat more while you wear them, creating a bigger blast in half the time it usually takes to collect it.”

Katsuki takes the papers from you and looks over the blueprints, his eyes briefly going over the ingredient list. He didn’t really care what you were putting in it or on his skin. He trusted you, if you said it was safe and nontoxic, then it was safe and nontoxic. He handed them back to you hesitantly, he didn’t want you to leave his office, not just yet.

“They look great, can’t wait to use them.”

“I’ll move them to the top of my list of priorities. If you didn’t mind me asking… Why did you decide on a new costume? Not that I don’t love the business, but you’ve had the same costume design since you graduated UA.”

“Like you, I’m controlling, I hate when things change, I like constants. My costume was a perfect constant. The designers always take what I say I want and change it up. With you, it’s not like that.”  

You smiled over at Katsuki and straightened out your shirt. You took such pride in your designs and projects. When someone complimented it and your efforts, you found yourself shrivling away into a blushing, bashful mess.

“With you, it’s not like that at all. I don’t care if it’s changed and messed with.”

He wasn’t referring to the costume, and you both knew that. He was referring to life in general. Katsuki liked having a constant, unchanging schedule. Ever since high school, he woke up at a certain time, trained at a certain time, ate at a certain time. He had a schedule and a life that depended on a constant. The only reason he decided to get a new costume change was to have an excuse for you to come over to his office, to have you talk to him, even if just for fifteen minutes out of his day.

Katsuki didn’t care how he disrupted his schedule when you were around. He didn’t care what was getting changed. You could change his sleep schedule, you could disrupt his workout times, and even add the wackiest and stupidest detail to his costume, he would let you do that, his perfect constants be damned.

You muffled out a yawn and began to slowly collect the papers back up and push them into your briefcase. You wanted to mention the kiss, mention how it made you feel, ask if he was too drunk last night. The words kept getting jumbled and stuck in your throat.

“You kissed me last night.”

Your words just tumbled out, so bluntly and honestly. Stating a fact you both knew had happened. Katsuki nods at you, a coy smile coming over his face.

“Y'know, I meant what I said. I could treat you better.”

“Katsuki…”

“I know you’re not over Deku. You’ve been pining over that block head since high school.”

Katsuki stood up and made his way from his side of his desk to your side, he leaned against the edge of the desk and grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers into his warm ones, the way a couple would. You hadn’t realized how his feelings for you had just slipped by you over the years. How had you not seen his feeling for you earlier on? Were you that preoccupied with Izuku?

“I know you’re not over him, but I’m not over you. I’ve wanted you just as long as you’ve wanted him. I wasn’t good enough then. I didn’t think I was good enough, especially after your dad’s retirement. I thought it would be better to not intervene and let him have you, but fuck!”

Katsuki crouched down to the chairs level, to your level, to talk to you more equally. You could just see the anguish in his eyes. He’d had feelings for you all this time, and he just pushed them aside, thinking Deku would be better, thinking Deku would be more worthy.

“All Might picked Deku, so I thought he’d be good for you too, but he treats you like shit. He uses you and then pushes you aside. He refuses to claim you as his, but I would! I would make you mine! I would make you feel so fucking wanted, I would treat you good!”

Before you knew what you were doing., before you could even process your actions. You leaned forward and gripped Katsuki’s cheeks before pressing your lips against his. They were soft, like the night before, and they tasted like cinnamon, but they felt warm. His hands came up and wrapped around your torso, holding you like delicate glass as your mouths pressed together.

“Ask me out. You say you want me, you say you can treat me better, so ask me out. Take me on a date, ask me out.”

You say the words breathlessly. You couldn’t hear the pounding in your head anymore, but you could feel the pounding in your chest, your heart beating hard against your skin with excitement.

“Are you available tonight?”

Katsuki’s voice came out raspy, and just as breathless as you. It was just above a murmur, relishing in your surprising actions, excited at the reality of being able to grasp his long awaited shot. Your hands were still on his cheeks, fingers delicately holding him as your lips curved into a smile.

"Pick me up at 7, and don't be late."

-

Slowly your dinner with Katsuki transitioned into more and Izuku became a thing of the past. Your dinner dates progressed and grew longer and longer each time. As time dragged on your dinners turned into nightcaps, a quick bite of dessert you just so happened to conveniently have bought or baked earlier that day. Slowly those nightcaps turned into the daring question: “Want to stay the night?”

As the months raged on, you began randomly popping into his agency for lunch because you happened to be in the area. Katsuki’s patrol route suddenly changed and went right by your company on days he knew you’d be in.

It wasn’t long before you and Katsuki went public and put a label on yourselves, boyfriend and girlfriend. With him being seen leaving your apartment early in the morning wearing fresh clothes, you having lunch with him more than weekly but less than daily, and more than often evenings spent together, it was obvious to the media what was going on between you both, and the media was completely eating it up out of the palm of your hands.

“Can you fix my gauntlet?”

His voice was rough, his mouth stuffed with food. You grabbed a napkin as you laughed at him, his job wore him out too much. He always stuffed his face during lunch, he needed the energy and it seemed mannerisms left his mind in private. You reached across the sofa that resides inside his office, meant for him to take naps in between patrols, and wiped food of the side of his face.

“Is it malfunctioning? My assistants know how to fix it if you broke it in battle.”

“Your dumb assistants forward me paperwork every time I have to send in gear to get fixed when I break it.”

“You’re such a baby. They give you paperwork for legal purposes. If you broke it, we’re going to charge you. You’re lucky I have my tool bag on hand, I’ll look at it when I’m done eating.”

Katsuki grinned over at you before pressing a hard kiss against your cheek. He already did enough paperwork whenever he took down a villain, he didn’t need to fill out more just because your company didn’t want to pay for something he broke on his own. Katsuki grabbed his gauntlet from a box hidden in a corner behind his desk, he wanted to be sure to keep all the parts together for you. This wasn’t the first time he asked you to fix something, and you always grumbled about how if he was going to be destructive he could keep all the parts together.

Katsuki brought the box over to you and set it on the coffee table before he began to clear away all of the empty takeout containers from the table to make some more workspace for you. You wiped your mouth clean with a napkin, tossed it in the trash, then reached for your work bag and pulled out some tools. Katsuki heard you get the gauntlet from the box and heard you let out a ragged sigh. He didn’t have to see the box to know you were upset.

“You are so destructive. I don’t even know if I can fix this, how did you do this?”

“It was an accident! I was falling and Eijirou caught me, but he had his quirk activated.”

“Accident? You killed him!”

Katsuki snickered at you quietly as he took a seat on the couch next to you. He watched you tinker around with the parts and your tools, you were so in your element and focused, he could go on watching you like this for hours.

“Him?”

“Yes. My assistants named this one Gary. Gary the grenade. I would take him back to my office to fix him, let you fill out paperwork, and learn your lesson, but I bet twenty bucks Gary would last at least two months before you broke him.”

Katsuki drummed his fingers against his leg as he watched you mess around with your screwdriver. His heart was pounding in his chest as he watched you. He had an ulterior motive for inviting you over for lunch. There was a question he needed to ask you, one he thought you were both ready for. He didn’t want to ask you in public where the media would be prying in with a camera, and he didn’t want to ask you when you were having dinner in your apartment. He didn’t want you to feel trapped, he wanted you to be in a comfortable setting where you could feel free to say no.

“You’re such a dork, I’ll try not to kill Gary again.”

Your laughter resounded out in Katsuki’s office. You both knew he would kill Gary. Katsuki was constantly breaking his gauntlets. Although you had to suppose that breaking his equipment would happen with his job, he broke his equipment more than any other hero you knew. Katsuki took a breath before he blurted out the question he’d been holding in.

“Will you move in with me?”

Your laughter died out and you dropped your screwdriver on the ground. With a shaky hand, you reached down and grabbed the screwdriver. You fumbled with it in your hands, unsure of how to answer his question.

“I’m over at yours or your at mine all the time anyway, I just thought it would be nice and convenient.”

“I don’t know… Katsuki, we haven’t even told my dad about us.”

He could sense your hesitance. The way you were bouncing your leg and the way you squeezed your screwdriver was evidence enough. He didn’t want to pressure you into this, he wanted you to take your time and think it out. This was a big decision for both of you.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to say yes to me. It’s okay to say no if you’re not ready. I just thought it’d be nice to wake up to you every day.”

You bit down on your lip as you packed your tools up into your bag and placed the gauntlet back in the box. On second thought, bet be damned, maybe you should take Gary back to the office. The ambiance in the office was suffocating and throwing off your aura.

“It’s just kind of soon, I need to think about it.”

Katsuki wrapped your jacket around your shoulders and helped you zip it up as you shrugged it on your arms. You needed to get out of his office, this question was beginning to suffocate you. It’d only been a few months, it was moving really fast. You loved Katsuki, you knew that much, but this was important. Katsuki tightly wrapped your scarf around your neck to keep you warm from the cold February air and pulled you in for a brisk kiss.

“I love you, but it’s really soon, I’m gonna think about it okay?”

“I love you too, take as long as you need to think, this is important. Whatever you decide on is not gonna change us.”

You grabbed your work bag and the box before you made your way out of Katsuki’s office. You were going to think about it, you’d give him a decision by the end of the week. You made your way down the hall and hit the button on the elevator. After a minute of waiting the doors slid open, a man stepped out and you barely gave yourself time to register the face as you stepped on.

With wild green hair and deep green eyes, Izuku Midoriya watched as you walked past him onto the elevator as he had just gotten off. You clicked on a button, but Izuku was quick to call out your name and stick his hand in the elevator door. They slid back open, damn those heat-sensitive elevator bars you designed. Bad creation, bad creation! They really took off after you designed them, now you wished you hadn’t.

“[Y/N].”

“Izuku.”

You were over him, over what had happened, at least mostly. That deep petty part of you wanted to ignore him, pretend you hadn’t seen or heard him despite being in front of you. He was still your father’s protege, it would be rude and upset your father should he hear about it. After all, it wasn’t like you clued your dad in about the drama that happened between you and Izuku.

Izuku was feeling the complete opposite of you. He missed you. He wished he hadn’t played with your feelings like that, he wished he had manned up and just dated you. He went from talking to you practically every day, to not hearing from you in months. He was reeling, suffocating in his own loneliness. It was his own damn fault, and if he could change it he would.

“I haven’t seen you in so long.”

Your heart clenched at his words. Maybe some part of you was still holding on to him, it wasn’t like you could blame yourself, you had been in love with Izuku for so long. He was your first real friend and your best friend, someone who didn’t see just as All Might’s daughter. He was your first lover, albeit unofficially, and your first heartbreak.

“It’s been a while.”

After the incident in his office, you cut complete ties to him, and you were extremely gracious about it. You didn’t spill to the press about why ended your friendship, the media assumed it had to do with dating his rival. You didn’t go spilling your guts to your father, his mentor about how he slept with you while he was dating a civilian either.

“I- I want to apologize. I shouldn’t have treated you how I did, it was shitty, and I was a coward.”

You didn’t want to have this conversation, it hurt. You hated those heat-sensitive bars. Maybe you should push to have them stop being produced.

“You were right, I didn’t want to admit my feelings because your dad is All Might. But I really did do it to protect you, I mean that. Twisted as it was, I thought pushing you away would protect you.”

“What you did was shitty, but I’m over it Izuku. It’s been months, consider yourself forgiven.”

You weren’t sure you truly had forgiven him, but you were sure some part of him did push you away for your safety. In high school, the league had originally targeted you instead of Katsuki, although they failed to obtain you and took him instead, it tore Izuku up. That was when he began leading you on with empty promises of a relationship. It was to protect you sure, but you wished he could’ve gotten over it after nearly ten years.

“[Y/N], I don’t just want your forgiveness. I want you, I miss you, I want my best friend back. Do you think we could get some coffee sometime? Have a fresh start?”

Izuku pushed your hair behind your ear and you wanted to throw up. The whole situation made you sick and you wished the elevator door would open up already. Maybe Izuku cared about you, maybe he wanted you, but he didn’t love you, not really. It was obvious you were with Katsuki, it was obvious you were happy. You had his gauntlets in your arms, you had his jacket on your body and there were dozens of news articles about your loving relationship.

He knew you were with Katsuki, he should’ve known how happy you were. Why couldn’t he leave it at that? You would’ve let him happily be with that civilian girl had he not cheated on her with you, she had to know the truth for that one. Katsuki flashed to your head and you felt nauseous. Katsuki held back his feelings for you for years. Years. He held back for years because he wanted you to be happy.

Katsuki really did love you, in the end, he wanted whatever would be best for you, whatever made you happiest. Your whole relationship he’d been attentive and sweet. Caring and loving. The perfect boyfriend. It made you laugh, Izuku of all people put this into perspective for you. Katsuki completely loved you, and talking with Izuku cleared any doubts. Moving in with Katsuki shouldn’t be a question at all, it felt right now.

“Izuku, we can be friends, but nothing more. I’m with Katsuki, and I am happy.”

“Right, sorry! I… I shouldn’t have overstepped that.”

Izuku backed up and gave you space just as the elevator doors slid open. You walked out of the building, a new dignified feeling in your chest. Once you were in your car you put Gary in the passenger seat and buckled him up for a safe ride to your office, then you pulled out your phone to shoot a quick text.

-

You began to prep the garlic, peeling each piece before you crunched it up in a metal mincer. You didn’t even own a mincer before you began dating Katsuki. He had complained that your cooking utensils weren’t good, slowly you began to notice that new utensils and spices would show at your apartment. Not that you were complaining, Katsuki was a great cook and he was right, fresh garlic was better than that pre-prepped refrigerated garlic.

Your father, Toshinori, stood beside you as he cut up the onions and vegetables for your Yakitori. You were nervously watching the clock, unbeknownst to your father. You were waiting for Katsuki to get here, but your father didn’t even know you were expecting another guest. Every Wednesday your father had dinner with you, yet you never mentioned being in a relationship.

You never mentioned your relationship with Katsuki, and your father didn’t watch the tabloids for things like that. Truthfully, you were scared of his reaction. He always hoped you would end up with Izuku. Naturally,  as his mentor and your father, he wanted you with someone who he knew. Someone he thought would protect you. You never introduced your father to any boyfriends before Izuku, and you didn’t want to break his heart. You would be lying if you said you were putting off your father finding out about you and Katsuki.

“Dad, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

“What’s that?”

You kept your hands focused on the task at hand, harshly crushing the garlic as you tried to find the best way to phrase your words.

“I’ve been seeing someone, and I invited him over for dinner.”

Your father kept slicing the onions before he moved onto the vegetables. Admittedly, he began to cut more meticulously and harder, nearly cutting his finger.

“Is it Izuku?”

“No.”

You bit down on your lip as you walked over to the stove and shoveled the garlic into the pan with the meats before you reached over and grabbed the bowls of vegetables that your father was cutting up and poured them into the pan as well. You knew you were upsetting your father. He wanted you to date Izuku, ever since you met Izuku, all he did was encourage your crush on the green boy.

“Good.”

“What? I thought you wanted me to be with Izuku.”

“God, no. I love Izuku like a son, and I might’ve said that when you were in high school, but that was because I knew you would never progress more than best friends.”

Your father brought over more chopped vegetables and poured them in the pan before taking a wooden spoon and stirring the contents around in the pan.

“I didn’t want you dating in high school. I thought it’d be better to encourage you to chase after someone who didn’t know how to talk to girls rather than having to deal with you dating a guy like Kaminari or Bakugo. That would’ve been a horrible nightmare.”

To hear that your father didn’t actually want you with Izuku was a relief, your worst fear was disappointing your father, hearing him say it would’ve been a nightmare had you been dating Bakugo was heart-clenching, There was a rough knock at the door, and it couldn’t have been timed worse.

Your father took long stride-full steps and walked over to your door. He unhooked the latch and opened the oak door up, there before him stood Katsuki. You wondered if he was as nervous as you were feeling. This was his old school teacher, and the hero he looked up to growing up. It took a lot to say 'hey, I’m dating your daughter’ more so it was ballsy to say 'we’re moving in together’ on the same night.

“Bakugo, my boy!”

Your father greeted Bakugo kindly with open arms as if he hadn’t just said you being with Bakugo would be a nightmare. If Katsuki was nervous he didn’t show it. His body wasn’t too stiff, and he had worn nice clothes. He smiled at your father, a genuine real smile as he held out a wine bottle. Katsuki had evolved so much since high school, you hoped he showed that to your father this evening.  

“Good evening sir, I brought some wine.”

“Joseph Phelps red, that's quite expensive. Personally, I’m more of a white wine guy.”

Your father turned it around in his hands before smiling back at your boyfriend lightly.

“It’s not white, but we’ll make do.”

Katsuki shot you a helpless look as your father carried the bottle into the kitchen to look for your wine glasses and pop open the bottle. This evening was already off to a bad start.

“I thought you said he liked red wine.”

“I thought he did. He drinks it a lot.”

Katsuki ran his fingers through his hair stressfully. He wanted this dinner to go well, he wanted your father to like him as your boyfriend. Katsuki wanted a life with you, and the key to that was your father’s approval.

“Just sit down and relax. It’s not like your a total stranger to him, he knows you.”

“I should say the same to you. You look like your gonna pass out.”

You placed a chaste kiss against Katsuki’s lips before you took off to the kitchen to help serve dinner and Katsuki made his way to your table. It was the fact that your father knew him that worried him. Katsuki knew he could come off as aggressive and mean. Compared to high school, Katsuki was a lot tamer but he was worried your father wouldn’t see that. Katsuki knew how much your father and his opinion mean to you.

You carried plates of food out to the table and placed them so Katsuki was at one end of the table and your father at the other, with you in the middle. Out came your father from the kitchen, forks in one hand, wine cups in the other. You took your seats and began to eat, all while your father gave Katsuki a very intense stare.

“So Katsuki, [Y/N] tells me you’ve been dating her.”

“Yup! Best damn six months of my life.”

Katsuki cringed as the swear word tumbled out of his mouth. That could’ve been worded better. Toshinori raises his eyebrows as he takes a bite of his food.

“So, it’s been six months, and you’re just now telling her father?”

“We were waiting to see how serious this was going to be, testing out the waters of a new relationship first.”

“You weren’t serious about her in the beginning?”

You took a big gulp of your wine as your father began to accost your boyfriend. It was great for your nerves, you weren’t sure if you should intervene or let Katsuki handle himself. To put it plainly, when it came to your father you were a chicken.

“I’ve always been serious about [Y/N], but she can be very… Hesitant and indecisive.”

It was a nice way of saying distrustful and wary, hesitant to be in a relationship after Izuku callously used you and tossed you aside constantly. Toshinori took a sip of his wine and tried his best to make it look distasteful, truthfully it was good wine and Katsuki was being really smooth and cool with his replies.

“What makes you think you deserve my daughter?”

“Dad, stop it.”

“I deserve her because I know I can make her happy. I know I can keep her safe, and we love each other, so fuckin’ much.”

A blush dusts your cheeks as Katsuki slides his hand into yours on the table. You weren’t used to showing such a display of affection, physically or verbally, to a guy in front of your father, and you still felt nervous. Ultimately, Katsuki was right. He made you happy, he made you feel safe.

“I will admit, you’ve come a long way since high school. Truthfully, I love the wine, I just wanted to mess with you both.”

You let out a small breath of relief. He liked Katsuki, he really liked him.

“If you’re going to try and hide something from your father, you probably shouldn’t tell your boss, who is also my goddaughter.”

“Melissa is such a snitch.”

“You also didn’t hide it very well. Your bathroom reeks like male cologne, I found some boxers in your bedroom, and you’re all over the Facebook.”

“I thought you didn’t use social media, you barely know how to text.”

Your father laughed at you as you crossed your arms. He really had you worried when he said it would’ve been a nightmare for you to be dating Bakugo. Your anxiety went through the roof, and you drank a lot of wine glasses to soothe your nerves.

“Melissa has been teaching me how to do it. It’s rather, what’s that word, it’s lit. She’s gonna set up a TokTik with me tomorrow.”

“So you like him?”

“I taught him in high school, I know he’s going to respect you and treat you right. If not… Well, I’ve got Snipes number and he owes me a favor.”

You smiled and squeezed Katsuki’s hand. You let out a nervous chuckle then took a gulp out of your wine again. It was now or never. It was no big deal. It’s not like you were getting married. You squeezed Katsuki’s hand harder as your words came out.

“I and Katsuki have decided we want to move in with each other.”

“I think that’s a big step, but if you’re happy then that’s all that matters.”

“Thanks, dad. He does make me happy, he makes me really happy.”

Your father smiled at you and grabbed your hand. It was the closest thing to a hug that he could give you while you were eating dinner. Your father liked him, he approved of the relationship and that was a heavyweight lifted off your chest. You were happy with Katsuki, completely and irrevocably happy.

“While we’re on this subject, I think we should talk about what I found in your bathroom trash can last week.”

-

You were laid down on your new couch, your head in Katsuki’s lap as he ran his fingers through your hair carefully and gently. The news played on the TV, going over and displaying the highlights of Katsuki, or rather DynaMight’s fight from earlier that day. Each new scene was more explosive than the last, but it painted Katsuki as a hero.

“They always get my destructive side on highlight. It would be nice if they could get more footage of me post-explosion.”

“I like it, makes you look all badass and hot. Besides, I get a good view of you using Gary without seeing him all broken up.”

“I’m starting to wonder whether your my number one fan or Gary’s.”

You let out a short chuckle as the scene cuts to an end and they start showing footage of a new hero. Katsuki reaches forward, grabs the remote, and flips through the channels until he finds the cooking channel. Ever since you moved in together 'Master Chef’ had been playing on your TV a lot.

The move went great. It took some time for you to find an apartment you both liked. You had decided it was best to find a new apartment altogether rather than moving into one of your own. It was something the both of you could have together, to decorate and make a home out of.

“I’m always your number one fan. You light up my world like DynaMight!”

“That was a cringy joke. I’m not letting Denki and Mina in our apartment again, they’re gonna drain your brain cells.”

There’s a hard knock on the door, and you pull your head up off of Katsuki’s lap, bringing yourself into a sitting position. You stretch your back out before standing up and unwrinkling your clothes.

“It’s probably the pizza, I’ll get it. You can find a movie for us.”

“Do you mean find, or look at the movies you added to our Netflix list?”

“Hey, you make me sound like a dictator. I’m giving you the opportunity to choose between the three movies I picked out.”

Your voice yells out to Katsuki from across the apartment as you make your way over to the door. You didn’t bother checking through the hole before opening the door, it wasn’t like anyone was going to try something at DynaMight’s home. They should know they’d be blown to bits.

“Hell- Oh.”

You were expecting the pizza delivery boy with your pizza, instead you were greeted by green eyes and a soaking wet green bed of hair. It must be raining out, you felt bad for the delivery boy and your pizza.

Deku stared at you, unsure of why he came here. One minute he was drinking, the next he was typing your new address into his GPS, and his feet started walking on their own accord.

“Hi.”

“Hello. Why are you here?”

You get out a displeased sigh as you heard your words come out. You were just terribly hungry. Seeing Deku wasn’t what you wanted, seeing Deku and no pizza was especially not what you wanted.

“I’m sorry, that was rude. I mean it’s kind of late, are you alright?”

He wasn’t sure what to say, all he knew was that he missed you terribly bad. He missed you so much, he yearned just to see you. He knew it wasn’t right showing up at your house, but he needed to just see you in person. Not through old Instagram photos and Snapchat stories, he needed to see you in person.

“I’m sorry for showing up unannounced like this, I just needed- I needed to see you.”

Upon hearing the sound of his voice Katsuki scowled. Even deep within his new apartment, Katsuki could hear Deku, it was a nuisance to him. He placed the remote on the coffee table and made his way over to the front door while calling out to you, feigning ignorance of Deku’s presence.

“Was it the pizza princess?”

Katsuki slinked his arms around you from behind, letting his chin rest on your shoulder as a small coy smile made way to his face, he kissed your cheek before looking at Izuku, rubbing it in his face.

“Deku.”

Katsuki’s voice holds an unpleasant disdain as he says Izuku’s name and it’s a slap to his face. It was wrong of him to show up at your apartment. Your shared apartment with Katsuki. It was so wrong. He knew you were with Katsuki, he knew you were happy. Why did he show up here? Why couldn’t he stay away from you?

“Can we help you?”

It’s now that it hits Izuku. He didn’t love you, not really, not deeply enough. Not the way Katsuki loved you. Katsuki stayed back, stayed silent. He suffered for years, all for the purpose of letting you be happy. He wanted what would make you happiest, and now that he had you, he treated you perfectly, like a queen.

Izuku himself was falling apart without you. He took you for granted. He pushed you away to protect you, and his heart. He hurt you. He never tried to give you what would make you happiest, never tried to do what was best for you.

He understood now. If he truly loved you, then he was going to have to be the one to step back. He needed to go away, to suffer silently. He needed to do what was best for you now, and that was to let Katsuki take care of you. His old friend always did say he was going to be the best, better than him. While he was talking about being a hero, now he was the best, at least for you.

“No, sorry. I’ve been drinking. Just got a little turned around is all. Have a good night, both of you.”

“Do you want me to call you a cab?”

Izuku pauses slightly and looks at you. He gives you a smile, the one he gives to citizens. The one he gives in a fight when he feels completely hopeless but needs to keep fighting. This was the right thing to do, the real right thing.

“No, I think I’m sober enough to get home. Goodbye [Y/N].”

-

[everlasting-everlong]

Stress relief

| wc: 1.5k | m.list | tags: Midoriya Izuku / AFAB! Reader, smut with soft plot, unprotected sex, p in v, after-work sex, established relationships, timeskip! Midoriya, ALL CHARACTERS ARE BASED ON TIMESKIP! Smut, slight degradation, Izuku is not a 'cinnamon roll' idc that shits annoying asf, swearing, slight praise, nicknames - 'daddy', not proofread, cannon universe, oneshot | summary: Your husband had a long day after work, only you could provide him his stress reliever. |

“Bro this shirts so fucking ugly.” You mumbled, legs spread on either side of Izuku’s hips, clutching at his plain white shirt that literally said ‘shirt’

“Don’t be dissing on my shit.” He mumbled, his hands on your hips while he laid back on the couch, “I’ve had this shirt since I was a teenager, if it works it works.”

“Yeah but it’s so… plain… literally you’re plain.”

“Oh ouch.” He laughed, the movement of his laughter making you bounce softly, “it’s comfy, it’s stylish, if it’s plain so be it. Guess I’m forever plain.”

“Plain-zuku mid-doryia.”

“How about shut up and… hop on this thang.”

“Izuku!” You slapped his chest but he quickly caught your wrist, pulling you closer to his chest while his free hand groped your ass.

He leaned in close to your ear, “I had a long ass day at work, I’m sore all over and my brain hurts. Maybe I just want a little sugar from my beautiful wife.”

Izuku squeezed your ass a little tighter, his big hand cupping your covered cheek, “and seeing you in one of my shirts? In those cute panties of yours and nothing else—“ he let out a sharp whistle, “lucky I get to come home to this.”

“It’s called being comfy.”

“Yeah and being comfy is when you’re the most sexy.”

You felt him nip your ear, kissing down your jaw. The stubble on his face scratching at your skin. It didn’t bother you though, focused on the fact that you could feel his cock hardening under you - tenting in his pants in the best possible way.

“Why do you even wear clothes?” He mumbled, his hand tracing under the shirt against your flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

“Because it would be public indecency if our neighbours saw my naked figure in the windows.”

“I’ll tint them,” Izuku intercepted, “make it so only you can see out the windows and no one can see it. I’ll add blinds so thick that not even some guy with X-ray could see - I dunno, fuck, whatever you need I’ll do it for you.”

“Tint them and I’ll think about walking around naked.”

“Done,” he whispered, touching your softened nipples. Feeling them start to harden and pebble under his fingertips.

Izuku kept kissing your neck down to your shoulders, gently rubbing your nipples that rode waves of pleasure down to your core.

“And what about the dinner that’s simmering?”

“Let it burn, don’t care. I’ll order us something.”

That made you let out a soft huff of laughter, “why do you always act like a delinquent when it comes to sex and fighting.”

“I do not!” He shied, pausing his movements, “sorry, I’ll be softer.”

And softer he was, his movements, his kisses, the longing in his eyes were softer than you could ever imagine. He handled you with such care and gentleness it almost made you weak.

“Let’s get this off ya.” He whispered, tugging your shirt off of your body, admiring your bare skin that was ontop of him, “lift your hips.”

You did what he said, watching him shimmy down his pants. His hardened cock springing up, hitting the lower half of his stomach before springing up, resting against your pubic area.

Feeling him twitch against your skin, looking down to see his pre-cum starting to gather at the slit of his tip, threatening to spill down the side.

“You’re making me nervous when you analyze me like that.” He mumbled, used to the blindfolds and the eye masks he would usually put on you.

“But you literally mumble out analytics when we have sex?”

“It’s different! I’m appreciative of what you’re giving me! Letting me do! You just stare and it makes me flustered - even though we’ve been married for years not used to it!” He whined, trying to cover his face with his eyes, “you’re so pretty it makes me nervous still.”

“‘Zuku” you mumbled, feeling your heat leave a pool of slick against him, “stop talking and touch me.”

Your hands aggressively grabbed his, placing them on your breasts. He did exactly what you said, groping your chest, thumbs rubbing against your nipples. He leaned up, giving himself enough leverage to kiss at your warm skin.

You could feel his cock itching to be touched, used, drained. While he caressed your boobs, you wrapped your hands around his member, listening to him shutter - his breath hitching as you slowly stroked him.

“Nngh- babe-“ he whined, giving you pleasure that was equal.

“I love seeing you squirm.”

Izukus whole body twitched, goosebumps evident all over his body and a furious blush on his face. His hair was sticking up wildly, some of his bands sticking to his face from the sweat build-up. He could already feel his resolve breaking, looking up at you like you were some angel sitting on him.

His eyes wandering all over your body, not an inch of skin that was left unseen.

Then the mumbling started, long unpaused ranting that was under his breath. It was too fast for you to make-out but his movements were becoming harsher, faster, and more desperate.

Before you knew it, he flipped your position. Your ass up in the air as he kneeled behind you, his tip perfectly lined up to your wet, aching entrance that was ready to be stretched. His big hands were wrapped around your hips, a focused look on his face as he slid himself in.

You both simultaneously let out a collective whine - he was moaning from your walls clenching around his girth - you were whining from his cock stretching you out in unimaginable ways. Practically splitting you in two every time you fucked.

Izuku knew the drill, slow, shallow thrusts at first but when he got lost into the pleasure and the slutty mewls coming out of your mouth he couldn’t help it - a fast pace now set as he precisely slammed against your cervix, rubbing against your g-spot repeatedly.

You couldn’t hold back your moans, loud and unapologetic as you whimpered with each thrust. The buildup was fast, feeling it crashing down to your core. Your free hand went between your legs, desperately rubbing at your clit as you bounced against his hips.

He watched your ass ripple with every thrust, using his left hand to leave a sharp smack. Every-time he slapped your ass he could feel you clench down tighter, motivating him to make you orgasm from his cock alone.

Izuku bent over, his chest pressed against your back as he humped you harshly, the unity of his cock in your vagina letting out lewd squelching sounds from the air escaping.

He let out drawn out whines and moans, “so, tight. All mine, like a puzzle piece I wanna screw all night.”

Izuku kept nipping at your shoulders, his hands by your head as he caged you in like a primal animal. His soft kisses contradicting his brash movements.

“‘Zuku-“ you mewled, “fuck yes baby, just like that, right there don’t stop!”

“Wasn’t plannin’n stoppin’” he slurred out closely to your ear, “if I still had my quirk I’d be fucking you so hard you’d be screaming and everyone would hear it.” His words became harsh, his desire to be gentle was thrown out the window.

“You’re so fucking tight, it makes me want to stretch your pussy out to the point my hand could fit in there”

He kept mumbling to himself, letting you hear his dirty talk, “if I didn’t know you better I’d assume your’e some slut desperate for my cock. Such a pretty girl making some pretty fuckin’ sounds.”

That only drove you closer to the edge, “hun- I’m close.”

You could feel his smile against your shoulder, now drilling into you to the point your mind started to haze. Izuku knew how to fuck you dumb and he loved it, listening to your ongoing vocals, watching your body convulse under him.

“G’d, m’too.” He grunted, “wanna cum on my fat cock? Wanna cum on daddy’s pulsating cock?” He growled out, “be louder for me or else I’ll stop fucking your cunt entirely.”

“M’ready loud.” You slurred, unable to form proper sentences,

“Louder.”

You felt him start to slow down to an agonizing pace, “no! No I’m sorry go back go back I was close!” Becoming obnoxious loud once more, feeling him fasten his pace - you kept being loud for his pressure.

“Good girl. Be loud, just like that.” He praised, his hips slamming against your ass.

“Close- close, baby close.” You whined, your hands wrapped around his wrists to try and keep you grounded.

“Cum for me.” He whispered into your ear, sucking on your neck.

He felt you tighten like he’s never felt before, making his own cum spirt into you but he didn’t stop the thrusts, feeling you ride out your high on his member.

Izuku pulled out, twitching dick as cum dripped down his shaft - watching the mixture of orgasmic fluids drip out of your entrance in gushes of waves.

“So…. What’s for dinner?” He laughed, getting up to clean you up.

“Another round of pussy.” You mumbled, catching his wrist and tugging him back onto the couch.

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[daisylaufeyson]

i need to be fucked by izuku midoriya

[izukuispunk]

Yes.

[maeveybelle]

okay okay, hear me out! 7 minutes in heaven with izuku but it’s shoto’s celebration party for reaching number 2 in the pro-heroe rankings and everyone’s having too much fun and izuku is a little tipsy and holding on for dear life to not be that obvious with you but oh boy he fails poorly

7 Minutes in Heaven

༉‧₊˚. summary: at the class 1a reunion, mina (ofc) thought up a game of 7 minutes in heaven! of course, everyone joined in...but you ended up leaving someone special that night..

༉‧₊˚. warning/s: smut. mdni, 18+, nipple play, overstimulation, switch!reader, soft dom!izuku, yearning, p in v, vaginal sex, unprotected sex

༉‧₊˚.w/c: 3k~

The party at Shoto’s new apartment was louder than anyone expected. Number Two Hero status came with bigger paychecks and bigger expectations, and apparently bigger parties. Half of Class 1-A had shown up, plus a handful of other pros. Music thumped through the speakers. Empty cans and bottles lined the counters. Someone had convinced Shoto to wear a ridiculous silver “#2” sash that he kept tugging at with a deadpan expression.

Y/N leaned against the kitchen island, nursing a mixed drink and watching the chaos with a small smile. She’d come straight from patrol, still riding the high of a successful shift, and the alcohol was hitting nicely.

Izuku was across the room, flushed and laughing at something Kirishima said. He was tipsy—more than tipsy, really. His curls were messy, cheeks pink, and he kept stealing glances at her. He always did, but tonight the glances lingered. His control was slipping.

They’d been dancing around each other for years. Close friends since U.A., closer after graduation. Neither had made a real move. Tonight felt different.

“Alright, losers!” Mina shouted, clapping her hands. “We’re playing 7 Minutes in Heaven. Proper rules. No backing out.”

A chorus of groans and cheers went up. Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. Classic Mina.

Names went into a bowl. When Mina reached in for the second name after pulling Shoto’s (who looked mildly horrified), she grinned wide.

“Y/N!”

Y/N’s stomach flipped. She stepped forward, already laughing. “This is going to be awkward no matter who—”

Mina pulled the next slip. “And Izuku!”

The room erupted. Whistles, teasing shouts. Izuku froze mid-sip, green eyes wide as they locked onto hers. His face went from pink to deep red in seconds.

“Oh shit,” Kaminari cackled. “Deku’s done for.”

“Closet’s that way,” Mina said, pointing with a flourish. “Timer starts now. Have fun, kids.”

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, muttering something under his breath as he followed Y/N into the walk-in closet. The door clicked shut behind them. The space was cramped—coats, shelves, barely enough room to stand without touching. The muffled party noise filtered through the wood.

For a second, neither of them spoke.

Then Izuku let out a shaky laugh. “This is… um. Yeah.”

Y/N turned to face him. In the low light leaking under the door, she could see how glassy his eyes were. The alcohol had loosened him up. His usual careful restraint was fraying.

“You okay, Deku?” she asked softly, leaning back against the shelves.

He nodded too quickly. “Yeah. Totally. Just—didn’t expect it to be you.” His gaze dropped to her mouth, then jerked back up. “Not that I mind. I don’t. Mind. At all.”

Y/N bit her lip to keep from smiling. He was failing spectacularly at playing it cool.

The air thickened. Seven minutes wasn’t long, but it felt endless in the small space. Izuku shifted closer, one hand bracing on the shelf beside her head. He smelled like citrus and the faint trace of his hero costume soap.

“I’ve been trying not to stare at you all night,” he admitted, voice low and a little rough. Tipsy Izuku had no filter. “You look really good. You always do, but tonight it’s… unfair.”

Y/N’s pulse jumped. She reached up and tugged lightly at the collar of his shirt. “You’re not exactly subtle either, Izuku. You’ve been watching me since I walked in.”

He swallowed hard. “Can’t help it.”

The first kiss was clumsy—his mouth finding hers with more enthusiasm than grace. The second was better. Hungrier. Izuku groaned quietly against her lips, one hand sliding to her waist, pulling her closer. He was warm, solid, and clearly trying to hold back but losing the battle fast.

Y/N kissed him harder, fingers threading through his curls. He whimpered—soft, involuntary—and pressed her back against the shelves. His hips rolled forward once, almost unconsciously. She could feel him half-hard already through his jeans.

“Fuck,” he breathed against her neck when they broke for air. “Sorry. I’m— I’ve wanted this for so long and I’m a little drunk and—”

“Shut up and kiss me again,” she whispered.

He did. Deeper this time, tongue sliding against hers while his hands roamed. One slipped under the hem of her shirt, palm hot against her skin. Y/N tugged at his belt, just enough to tease, and he shuddered.

The knock on the door came way too soon.

“Time’s up, lovebirds!” Mina called, clearly delighted.

They broke apart, breathing hard. Izuku’s lips were swollen, eyes dark, and he looked like he wanted to drag her back in. Instead he rested his forehead against hers for a second.

“We should… probably go back out,” he muttered, voice wrecked.

Y/N smoothed his shirt down for him. “Or we could leave.”

His eyes snapped to hers. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They slipped out of the closet to a round of cheers and teasing. Izuku’s face was still flushed, and he kept a hand on her lower back as they said quick goodbyes. Shoto gave them a knowing nod. Mina winked so hard it looked painful.

The cab ride to Izuku’s apartment was tense with anticipation. His thigh pressed against hers the whole way. He kept his hand on her knee, thumb stroking small circles that made her breath catch.

The second his front door closed, restraint snapped.

Izuku pushed her up against it, kissing her like he’d been starving for it. All the careful, analytical hero persona was gone—replaced by raw need. His hands were everywhere, pulling her shirt over her head, unhooking her bra with surprising speed.

“You’re sure?” he asked between kisses, ever the gentleman even while tipsy and desperate.

“Positive.” Y/N tugged his shirt off, nails scraping down his scarred chest. “Bedroom, Izuku.”

He lifted her easily—hero strength—and carried her down the short hallway. They tumbled onto his bed in a mess of limbs. Izuku hovered over her, green eyes intense even in the dim lamplight.

He kissed down her neck, her collarbones, taking one nipple into his mouth while his hand worked the other. Y/N arched into him, fingers tightening in his hair. He groaned at the taste of her, hips grinding down against her thigh.

“Been thinking about this,” he muttered against her skin. “You. Under me. Like this.”

Y/N reached between them and palmed him through his jeans. He was rock hard, straining against the fabric. “Yeah? Show me then.”

He stripped the rest of their clothes with clumsy urgency. When he finally settled between her thighs, cock nudging against her entrance, he paused.

“Look at me,” he said softly.

She did. His face was flushed, curls wild, eyes full of heat and something deeper. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he bottomed out with a broken moan.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” he whispered, forehead pressed to hers.

Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist. “Move, Izuku.”

He did. Slow at first, savoring it, then faster as she urged him on with nails on his back and breathy moans. The bed creaked under them. Skin slapped against skin. Izuku buried his face in her neck, muttering praises and curses between thrusts.

“You’re so wet… been wanting you for years… shit, Y/N—”

She clenched around him deliberately and he whimpered again, hips stuttering. The sound went straight to her core.

“H-harder-- fuck!,” she gasped.

He obliged, shifting angles until he hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. One hand slipped between them, thumb circling her clit with focused precision. The combination had her tumbling over the edge fast, crying out his name as she came hard around him.

Izuku followed right after, groaning her name like a prayer as he spilled inside her, hips jerking through the aftershocks.

They stayed tangled together for a long minute, catching their breath. Izuku eventually pulled out gently and rolled to the side, pulling her against his chest.

“Stay tonight?” he asked, voice hoarse but hopeful.

Y/N smiled against his skin. “Yeah. I’m not going anywhere.”

He kissed the top of her head, arms tightening around her. The party felt like it had happened hours ago. This—quiet, warm, real—felt like the start of something they’d both waited too long for.

༉‧₊˚. A/N: ofc Mina was the one that started this. so canon.

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[onlyfanfictasies]

you and katsuki broke up but work together

warnings: you broke up with him, he wants to be nonchalant but he lwk wants you back, MAJOR angst, cursing, using a teammate to make you jealous, fluff??, incorrect time for 4/6 of the images(pls ignore that it’s my first time using this text app)

ps. wanted to do some more angst, and i finally can do more then 10 photos everyone clap!🥹

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[yeontsuki]

cat language

𑣲 summary: apparently, bakugo can speak cat. 𑣲 pairing: bakugo x reader 𑣲 wc: 0.5k | 𑣲 tags: fluff

You're sitting on a bench underneath a blooming tree, waiting for Bakugo to finish his remedial class. He'd always nag about how you didn't need to wait for him every single time but the little flicker of genuine appreciation in his ruby eyes said otherwise and you're content to wait for him. You don't have anything else to do in the afternoon anyway.

The weather is nice, fresh gale of spring wind tousling your hair gently. You sink into the wooden bench with a content sigh, throwing your arms up for a good stretch when a white cat hops onto the bench beside you and lets out a velvety purr.

You blink your eyes, recognising the cat as the residential male campus cat who has a notorious playboy reputation for only cosying up to the girls and plainly ignoring the guys. With a quiet giggle at that thought, you gently pet your lap with a hand, motioning for the cat to take a seat if he wants to. His eyes twinkle for a second before he steps onto your lap, letting out an affectionate meow as he starts kneading your uniform with his front paws.

"Oh, who's a handsome boy~" You coo, cupping the cat's cheeks with both of your hands and squishing them lightly. You continue fawning over the campus cat, showering him with words of affection and praises which he soaks all of it up with a smug feline grin, clearly enjoying your attention.

"The hell is that?"

The two of you turn your heads at the same time. Katsuki Bakugo, your boyfriend of several months, stands in front of you with a deep frown and his arms crossed stubbornly over his chest like he has just walked in on your affair.

You tut, wagging a finger at him. The campus cat merely turns away from Bakugo like he doesn't exist. "He isn't a that, Katsuki. He's a cat and a very handsome cat, isn't that right? Meow meow meow~"

The cat promptly meows right back at you in a sweet and charming purr as if he understood you, causing you to squeal as you start scratching him on his head again.

Bakugo makes a sound of annoyance as he storms towards you before unceremoniously plopping onto the bench right next to you, his leg touching yours. He glares furiously at the cat. "Oi. Bac' the hell off. That's my girlfriend, not yours."

The two of you promptly ignore him as you fawn over the cat, stroking his belly and receiving a tooth-rotting purr in response. A faint growl rumbles in Bakugo's chest as his glare hardens, jealously running amok in his burning crimson eyes. He tries nudging the cat off your lap, but the cat must be heavier than a brick. He tries to grab your attention, poking your cheek, your side, patting you on the shoulder furiously but you are too enamoured by the cuteness of the cat to pay any attention to your simmering boyfriend whose ears are slowly turning red from sheer frustration.

Unable to take it anymore, Bakugo inhales a deep breath and opens his mouth. "MEOW!!!! MEOW MEOOOOOW MEOW MEOW, MEOW ME-OW! (OI!!! GET THE HEEEEEELL AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND, LITTLE FRE-AK!)"

The cat leaps to its feet, startled by Bakugo's angered shout and something akin to wild panic flashing past its eyes. It shrinks backwards before it turns around and leaps off your lap, dashing out of sight. You blink your eyes repeatedly, taken aback by how quick the cat ran away before you turn towards Bakugo who has the cockiest shit-eating grin dancing on his lips as he revels in his complete victory.

You're no stranger to seeing the extreme lengths Bakugo will go to for a complete victory, but witnessing Bakugo meowing at the top of his lungs is something you would have never thought you would witness in your entire lifetime.

"I didn't know you speak cat." You blurt out, watching as Bakugo grasps his warm palm around yours and squeezes it possessively.

"Only when some bastard's trying to woo my girlfriend." Bakugo snorts loudly before he tilts his head at you, silently asking if you wanna leave. "Do you want dessert?"

a/n: not really in the mood to write long fics recently

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[r4inerr]

Horny 3rd year bakugou part 3🙏

Horny 3rd year Bakugou

nsfw

Part 1 Part 2

Katsuki who’s dragged you to the bathroom in the middle of the night. To be fair, your friends were all sleeping on the floor of your dorm room, and you really didn’t wanna risk them hearing or seeing anything, the two of you can get pretty loud at times so it’s probably the best decision you could make. But the thought of it turns him on, the thought that your friends are literally on the other side of the door. 

Katsuki who’s got you pinned against the door, your chest squished right up against it. He’s got you in a slight arch while his hands are resting on your hips, panties pushed to the side while he’s slowly thrusting into you, he’s teasing you, testing how far he can push you before you beg for more. Before you decide to say fuck it and let them hear. He really doesn’t have a pace set, it’s more of him pulling back when you try to sink down on him, only thrusting back in when he hears a little frustrated whine escape your mouth.

Katsuki who eventually slips a hand down around your hips, slowly sliding it down towards the panties you’ve still got on, slipping his hand inside to rub at your clit. When he finally decides to speed up with his pace you’re convinced that the others can hear you. There's a small thump against the door with every thrust, there's the sound of his hips meeting your ass, the slick only adding to it. 

Katsuki who’s finding it so hard to try and keep quiet. The tight, wet heat between your legs is just sucking him in so well. His head is tucked into your shoulder and neck, he can hear every single whine and gasp leaving your mouth. He can hear snoring coming from the other side of the door, and the thought of one of them needing to use the washroom, only to find the two of you fucking inside, gets him so hard. Not that he wants them to see you, because he certainly doesn’t. That’s a sight he’d like to keep to himself.

Katsuki who can’t stop himself from spilling inside of you. Still not even bothering to try and pull out. He stills inside of you, the torment on your clit not stopping until a very audible whine leaves your mouth. One you two worry could’ve woken someone up. You don’t spend very long cleaning up, trying to hurry back in the event someone does actually wake up. Instead quickly leaving the washroom and hurrying back to your bed. Falling asleep in his arms, the evidence of your escapade still spilling out of you.

Katsuki who’s the first person awake in the morning, scrolling through his phone while waiting for you and everyone else to begin waking up. And everything’s going perfectly fine. Perfectly fine until Sero decides to open his mouth. “Did you guys hear that weird thumping last night?”  “Yeah I did! It was so weird.” Neither of you can even look in their direction. But Kirishima knows; he was unfortunate enough to be awake through most of it…

Katsuki

[chickenno0dle]

Im ok with a kiribaku and reader children love it infact but saying their kid has red hair??? Makes no sense cuz kirishima isn't a natural redhead his hair is naturally black and I think people forget that (exceptions if you're imaging reader with red hair)

[maeveybelle]

Izuku and reader going on their first date since having a baby and the only person available to babysit is Uncle Kacchan

Idk lol I just think it has the potential to be hilarious, but also sweet😅

More Than Yesterday, Less Than Tomorrow

༉‧₊˚. summary: you and izuku's first date since ur baby boy! who's gonna watch him? uncle katsuki of course! good idea? absolutely not!

༉‧₊˚. warning/s: none! fluff

༉‧₊˚. w/c: 3.1k~

You adjusted the strap of your dress for the tenth time in the hallway mirror, heart doing that annoying fluttery thing it hadn’t done since before the baby was born. Little Kaede was only six months old, chubby-cheeked and full of Midoriya-level determination to grab everything in reach. Leaving him for the first time felt… wrong. Like forgetting your left arm at home.

“You sure about this?” you asked, voice pitching higher than intended. “Kacchan’s never watched a baby alone. What if he explodes the crib? What if Kaede inherits his potty mouth at six months?”

Izuku stepped up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. He looked unfairly good in a simple button-down, curls tamed just enough to look intentional. “He’s the only one available tonight. Everyone else is on patrol or busy. And Kacchan’s… surprisingly responsible. In his own way.” His voice was calm, warm, but you caught the way his fingers tapped nervously against your side. He was worried too. Of course he was. This was Deku—professional overthinker.

From the living room came an explosive grunt. “Oi! Brat’s drooling on my gauntlet again!”

You both winced.

Izuku kissed your temple. “See? Bonding already. Come on, mama. First date in six months. We deserve this.”

Date – 7:15 PM The little izakaya was quiet, tucked away from hero hotspots. Candlelight flickered between you as you picked at tempura, phone face-down on the table like it might bite.

“He’s probably crying right now,” you said, swirling your drink. “Or Kacchan fed him spicy noodles thinking it’d ‘toughen him up.’”

Izuku reached across, lacing his fingers with yours. His smile was soft, freckles standing out in the low light. “Kaede’s tough. He’s got your stubbornness and my… everything else. Kacchan texted a picture ten minutes ago. Look.”

He slid his phone over. There was Kaede, perched on Bakugo’s forearm like a tiny king, staring at the camera with wide green eyes while Bakugo glared at the lens like it owed him money. The caption: Stop worrying, nerds. Kid’s fine.

You laughed despite yourself. “He looks… mildly terrified of your best friend.”

“Progress.” Izuku squeezed your hand. “Remember when we used to do this every week? Before diapers and 3 AM feeds and that one time you accidentally quirked the baby monitor across the room?”

You snorted. “Don’t remind me. I still have the dent in the wall.” Your shoulders loosened a fraction. Izuku had always been good at this—pulling you back from worry spirals with gentle reminders of the ridiculous life you’d built together.

Bakugo’s Apartment – 7:30 PM Katsuki Bakugo stared at the baby currently trying to eat his shirt collar.

“Stop that, squirt. You’re supposed to be intimidating. Not a damn pacifier.”

Kaede babbled happily and drooled more.

The apartment was painfully clean—explosive neat freak tendencies—but now littered with baby paraphernalia: a playmat, diaper bag, and a suspicious number of All Might onesies you’d packed “just in case.”

“Alright. Routine says you eat, then sleep, then… whatever the hell babies do.” He heated a bottle with military precision, testing the temperature on his wrist like the internet had instructed. Kaede took it eagerly, tiny hands waving.

Bakugo sat on the couch, legs stretched out, muttering under his breath. “Your parents are idiots for trusting me with this. But fine. I owe the nerd. Don’t make me regret it.”

The baby finished the bottle and promptly spit up on his shoulder.

“…I regret it already.”

Date – 8:05 PM The walk along the river was cooler than expected. Izuku had draped his jacket over your shoulders without asking, classic gentleman move that still made your stomach flip even after years together.

“You’re doing that thing again,” he said, bumping your shoulder lightly. “Where you overthink and your quirk makes little sparks in your fingertips.”

You glanced down. Sure enough, tiny harmless energy flickers danced across your palms. “Sorry. Habit. I just keep imagining scenarios. What if Kacchan loses him? What if he teaches Kaede how to swear before he can walk?”

Izuku chuckled, the sound low and fond. He pulled you closer, arm around your waist. “Kacchan’s explosive, but he’s loyal. Remember when he threatened the delivery nurse who tried to kick me out of the room? He’s terrifyingly reliable.”

You leaned into him, breathing in his familiar scent. “I know. I just… miss him. And this feels selfish. Nice, but selfish.”

“It’s not.” Izuku stopped walking, turning you to face him. His eyes were bright, earnest in that Deku way that hadn’t faded with age. “We’re still us. Not just parents. I love being Kaede’s dad, but I love being your husband more. I missed this—you in a dress, no baby food on your shirt, just us.”

Heat rose in your cheeks. “Sap.”

“Your sap.” He leaned in, kissing you softly. It deepened quickly, tasting like the sake from dinner and months of pent-up normalcy. His hand cupped your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. When you pulled back, both a little breathless, he grinned—nerdy and a touch sassy. “See? World didn’t end. Kaede’s probably got Kacchan wrapped around his tiny finger already.”

Bakugo’s Apartment – 8:20 PM Laundry seemed simple enough. Kid had spit up twice. Bakugo tossed the soiled onesie into the washer, balancing Kaede on his hip with one arm.

“Stay still, damn it. You’re worse than Deku during training.”

Kaede giggled and grabbed a fistful of blond hair.

The washer started. Bakugo turned to grab the detergent from the high shelf—

—and the baby slipped.

Not far. Just a heart-stopping two-foot drop toward the floor while Bakugo’s hand shot out on pure reflex. He caught Kaede by the back of his onesie like a scruffed kitten, both of them freezing.

“…Holy shit.”

Kaede blinked, then burst into laughter.

Bakugo’s heart hammered harder than any villain fight. He clutched the baby to his chest, breathing through his nose. “Don’t you dare tell your parents. That never happened. You hear me?”

The baby patted his cheek with a sticky hand.

“Yeah. Good talk.”

He abandoned laundry entirely and moved to the living room floor, spreading out every toy he could find. Kaede crawled across the playmat like a tiny determined tank, occasionally glancing back as if checking if his uncle was watching.

Bakugo sat cross-legged, chin on his hand. “You’re gonna be strong, huh? Better than your old man. Gonna blow past all those nerd rankings.” His voice softened, just a fraction. “But don’t be in a rush. This shit’s… not bad.”

Kaede flopped onto his belly and reached for Bakugo’s finger, gripping it tight.

Bakugo didn’t pull away.

Date – 9:10 PM Dessert was mochi and shared bites of ice cream at a small café. You were laughing—actually laughing—while Izuku recounted a disastrous training exercise where one of his students had accidentally quirked his own shoes into the ceiling.

“He was hanging there for twenty minutes yelling ‘Sensei, this is not manly!’ while Kirishima cheered him on from below.”

You wiped tears from your eyes. “I can’t believe you traded patrol nights for teaching. You’re such a dad now.”

Izuku’s expression turned warm, almost shy. “I like it. Getting to see them grow. Like with Kaede.” He reached across, brushing a thumb over your knuckles. “And getting to come home to you two. Best part of every day.”

The worry had eased into a low hum. You still checked your phone occasionally, but the texts from Kacchan were surprisingly reassuring: Kid ate. Didn’t explode anything important. and He’s sleeping. Stop texting.

“I think we might survive parenthood,” you said softly.

Izuku’s smile was radiant. “We already are. And tonight proves we can still be… this.” He leaned in again, kissing you slower this time, unhurried. The café lights caught the green in his eyes when he pulled back. “I love you. More than yesterday. Less than tomorrow.”

“You’ve been saving that line,” you teased, bubbly warmth spreading through your chest.

“Maybe. Still true.”

Bakugo’s Apartment – 9:45 PM Kaede was finally asleep in the portable crib, tiny fist curled around the edge of his blanket. Bakugo stood over him, arms crossed, looking equal parts exhausted and victorious.

The laundry incident had been contained. No one needed to know he’d nearly fumbled the future Symbol of Peace like a live grenade. He’d even managed to read one of the baby books you left—reluctantly—muttering the whole time about “useless nerd propaganda.”

A soft knock at the door. He opened it to find you and Izuku, flushed from the cool night air and looking… lighter.

Deku’s eyes immediately went to the crib. “How was he?”

“Fine,” Bakugo grunted. “Better than fine. Ate, played, shit, slept. Like a normal damn baby.”

You peered in, relief flooding you. Kaede was perfect, cheeks pink, breathing steady. “Thank you, Kacchan. Really. I was so worried.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes but didn’t move when you hugged him quickly. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get sappy. Next time hire a real sitter. I’ve got better things to do than babysit your spawn.”

Izuku clapped him on the shoulder, eyes suspiciously shiny. “Thanks, Kacchan. Means a lot.”

“Shut up.” But there was no real heat. Bakugo glanced back at the crib once before shoving you both toward the door. “Get out. Before the kid wakes up and decides he likes me better.”

The drive home was quiet, your hand in Izuku’s over the console. Streetlights washed across his face as he drove, that secret-worry tension finally gone from his shoulders.

“See?” he said softly. “We survived. And Kacchan didn’t even blow anything up.”

You laughed. “Miracle of the century.” You paused, then added, “I missed this. Us. But I missed him more than I thought I would after four hours.”

“Same.” Izuku lifted your hand, kissing the back of it. “We’ll do it more often. Balance. That’s what heroes do, right? Save the world… and still make it home for bedtime.”

When you got back to your apartment, you both immediately went to the nursery (even though Kaede wasn’t there). The empty crib felt strange.

Izuku pulled you into his arms from behind, chin on your shoulder. “He’ll be home soon. Kacchan said he’d drop him off in the morning after his early patrol.”

You turned in his arms, looping yours around his neck. “Thank you for tonight. For pushing me to go. For being the calm one even when you were freaking out inside.”

He smiled, a little sheepish. “You knew?”

“Always do.”

The kiss started sweet—slow and grateful—but quickly gained heat. Months of tired-parent touches and quick pecks gave way to something deeper. Izuku backed you gently toward the bedroom, hands respectful but eager on your waist.

“You looked beautiful tonight,” he murmured against your neck, voice husky. “Still do.”

You tugged his shirt collar. “Flatterer. But keep going.”

Clothes came off in a lazy trail. No rush. Just rediscovery—his mouth on your collarbone, your fingers in his curls, the familiar way he sighed your name like a prayer. It was sweet and a little desperate, laughter breaking through when his knee hit the edge of the bed wrong.

Afterward, tangled in sheets and each other, Izuku traced patterns on your bare back.

“Best first date ever,” he whispered.

“Even with the separation anxiety?”

“Especially with that. Means we care.” He kissed your forehead. “We’re doing okay, Y/N. Really.”

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand. A new text from Bakugo.

Brat’s awake and smiling like an idiot. Sending picture. Don’t text back or I’ll block you.

Attached was a photo of Kaede in Bakugo’s lap, both of them looking at the camera—Kaede with pure joy, Bakugo with reluctant softness.

You showed Izuku. He laughed quietly, pulling you closer.

“See? Uncle Kacchan’s got it handled.”

You smiled into his chest, worry finally quiet. “Yeah. We all do.”

The night settled warm and full around you—two exhausted but happy parents stealing a few more hours of just being partners before morning duty called again. Silly, chaotic, and perfectly yours.

༉‧₊˚. A/N: I LOVEEE this!! its so fluffy and sweet!!! also, I love coming up with baby names for fics more than anything else! please go show some love to my arctic analysis schedule!!

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[maeveybelle]

hi soo i’ve been thinking about you being a new teacher at UA and instantly crushing on adult teacher izuku because you know him and know everything about his story as a heroe (you were in another class and always thought he was very cute and kind of admired him) and he’s very nice and warm to you helping you to feel welcomed buuuut you try your best to not being delulu bc you don’t see yourself as anything special and like he’s out of your league (you also heard about a thing going on between him and ochako a while ago but doesn’t really know how that ended or if it was true and preferred to ignore the topic lol don’t hate me i really like them irl 😔🤟🏻)

but what you don’t notice it’s that he also sees you! and knows more about you than what you think!

it can be only fluff it can be a mix of that and a bit of spicy ya know whatever mood you’re feeling in when writing it queen hope i explained myself and that the idea isn’t weird i just love izuku sm and really enjoy all your writings about mha so yeah thank you and have a nice day! 💗

Once a Dream, Now a Reality

༉‧₊˚. summary: teacher!izuku x new teacher!reader who have been secretly after each other since their own years at UA who revisit the topic of interest after all these years.

༉‧₊˚. warning/s: suggestive, making out, 18+

༉‧₊˚. w/c: 3.2k~

The staff room at UA smelled like fresh coffee and printer ink. You smoothed down your new blazer for the third time, clutching your lesson planner like a shield. First day as the new Support Course coordinator and occasional Quirk Ethics lecturer. Big shoes. Bigger nerves.

You’d graduated from UA years ago—Class 1-C, the “quiet achievers” track that didn’t get the spotlight but still produced solid heroes. You’d built a decent name for yourself doing fieldwork in quirk regulation and support gear development. But walking these halls again felt surreal.

Especially when he walked in.

Izuku Midoriya—now 28, full-time heroics instructor, and somehow even more unfairly attractive than the lanky, determined kid you’d watched from across the courtyard all those years ago. His curls were a bit tamer but still wild at the ends. The freckles remained. The green eyes, sharp with years of experience, scanned the room before landing on you.

Your stomach did an annoying little flip.

“New face,” he said, voice warm but carrying that calm authority he’d grown into. He crossed the room and offered his hand. “Izuku Midoriya. Heroics Department. You must be Y/N from Support.”

You took his hand. His grip was firm, calloused from years of hero work. “That’s me. Please don’t tell me my reputation precedes me in a terrifying way.”

He smiled—small, genuine, with just a hint of something sassy behind it. “Only good things. Your work on adaptive support items for multi-quirk users was impressive. I’ve cited your papers in a few lessons.”

Heat crawled up your neck. Of course he’d read your papers. Nerdy Izuku had evolved into scholarly Izuku.

“Flattery on day one? Dangerous tactic, Mr. Midoriya.”

“Call me Izuku. We’re colleagues now.” He tilted his head slightly. “Coffee? The machine actually works today.”

You followed him, trying to keep your bubbly energy from spilling into full-blown fan-girl territory. You’d always noticed him back then—how kind he was even when the world was cruel, how hard he fought, how cute he looked when he muttered analysis under his breath. Admiration had quietly bloomed into a long-distance crush you’d buried under practicality. He was the Deku. Symbol of Hope. Out of your league by several galaxies.

And there were the rumors about him and Uraraka. Something had happened years ago. You’d heard whispers during your own hero circuit days but chose to ignore them. Safer that way.

Izuku made good on the welcome. Over the next week he showed you the ropes with quiet efficiency—where the good printers were, which vending machines ate your money, how to navigate Aizawa’s silent judgment during staff meetings.

“You’ll get used to it,” he said one afternoon in the teachers’ lounge, sliding a properly calibrated training schedule across the table. “Aizawa looks like he hates everything, but he’s just tired. Present Mic is loud but harmless. All Might still tries to give everyone motivational speeches at lunch.”

You laughed, leaning back in your chair. “And you? What’s your role in this chaos?”

“Professional note-taker and occasional chaos mitigator.” His lips quirked. “Also the guy who gets roped into demonstrating Quirk control drills because apparently I’m still the ‘relatable’ one.”

“Relatable. Sure. The man who punched destiny in the face is relatable.”

He raised an eyebrow, sassy glint appearing. “Careful. I know where you parked your car. I could leave analysis scribbles on your windshield.”

You grinned. God, he was warm. The kind of warm that made you want to lean in and stay there. But you caught yourself. Don’t be delulu. He’s just being nice. You’re the new girl. He’d do this for anyone.

You threw yourself into the work. Your classes were lively—students loved your outgoing energy and the way you turned dry ethics discussions into debates that actually mattered. You cracked jokes, bantered with the kids, and tried not to overthink every hallway encounter with Izuku.

He was always there with a helpful comment or a quiet offer of support. One evening you were stuck late grading, surrounded by scattered files on quirk overexertion risks.

A soft knock. Izuku appeared with two takeout containers.

“You forgot dinner again,” he said simply, setting one in front of you. “Katsudon. Hope that’s okay.”

Your heart did the stupid flip again. “You didn’t have to. I was going to survive on spite and vending machine chips.”

“Spite has poor nutritional value.” He sat across from you, opening his own container. “Besides, I wanted to ask your opinion on something. One of my students has a quirk similar to your old support gear designs—energy redirection. I thought your field notes might help.”

You talked shop for over an hour. He listened intently, green eyes focused, occasionally muttering analysis under his breath just like old times. It made your chest ache with nostalgia and something sharper.

At one point he looked up. “You know, I remember you from our UA days.”

You blinked. “You… do?”

“Of course. Class 1-C. You led that project on ethical quirk usage in rescue operations. Your presentation was one of the best that year. I still have the notes somewhere.”

Your cheeks burned. He remembered that? You’d been so nervous presenting while he sat three rows back, taking furious notes.

“I was just doing my part,” you said lightly, trying to deflect. “Meanwhile you were out there becoming a legend. No comparison.”

Izuku’s expression shifted—stoic but with a flicker of something softer. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Sell yourself short. Your work saves lives too. Support tech and regulation matter just as much as the frontline.” He paused, then added with a hint of sass, “Besides, I’ve read your latest article on quirk burnout. Three times. It’s excellent.”

You stared. He’d read it three times?

The air felt warmer. You cleared your throat. “Well… thank you. That means a lot coming from you.”

He smiled again, small and private. You tried not to read into it. Tried not to notice how his gaze lingered a second longer than necessary.

The rumors nagged at you anyway.

During a staff happy hour (forced by Present Mic), you overheard two teachers whispering about “Midoriya and Uraraka” and “that complicated history.” You sipped your drink and steered the conversation elsewhere, laughing a bit too loudly at Mic’s terrible jokes. You weren’t going to ask. It was none of your business. Whatever had or hadn’t happened was in the past.

Izuku found you later on the balcony, escaping the noise.

“Overwhelmed already?” he asked, leaning on the railing beside you. The city lights glittered below.

“A little. But in a good way. I forgot how intense this place is.”

He nodded. The silence stretched comfortably for a moment.

“You’re doing great, by the way,” he said quietly. “The students like you. They need someone with your energy. I… appreciate it too.”

Your heart stuttered. “Appreciate?”

“Having someone who gets it. Who sees the work beyond the headlines.” He turned to face you fully. The stoic mask cracked just a fraction—nerdy sincerity shining through. “I’ve followed your career more than I probably should have. Your paper on post-quirk trauma support helped me restructure part of my curriculum.”

You laughed softly, self-deprecating. “Izuku, you don’t have to butter me up. I know I’m not exactly… on your level. You’re Deku. I’m the new teacher who makes bad support item puns.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, sassy edge returning. “Stop that. You’re brilliant. And funny. And you make this place feel less heavy.” He hesitated, then continued, voice lower. “I noticed you back then too, you know. Always smiling even during tough drills. Kind to everyone. I thought you were… really something.”

The words hung between you. Your breath caught.

“I thought you were cute,” you blurted, then immediately regretted it. “Back then. I mean—admired you. A lot. But I figured someone like you wouldn’t—”

“Wouldn’t what?” He stepped closer. Not crowding, but close enough that you caught the faint scent of his cologne mixed with clean sweat from afternoon training. “Wouldn’t notice someone like you?”

You swallowed. “Something like that.”

Izuku’s hand brushed your arm lightly—hesitant but warm. “You’re wrong. I noticed. I still notice.”

The tension built slowly after that.

Izuku remained professional in front of others—warm colleague, helpful mentor. But in quiet moments he let the walls down. Shared lunches turned into late-night planning sessions. He’d bring you tea exactly how you liked it without asking. You’d tease him about his endless notebooks; he’d fire back with dry, nerdy sass that left you laughing.

One Thursday evening, after a long joint training drill, you both ended up in the equipment room sorting gear.

“You’re staring,” you said playfully, holding up a damaged gauntlet.

“Observing,” he corrected, stepping around the table. “There’s a difference.”

“Oh? And what are you observing, Professor?”

He set the clipboard down. The room felt smaller. “That you’ve been avoiding being alone with me since the balcony.”

Your bubbly facade faltered. “I’m trying not to get ahead of myself. There were rumors about you and Ochako—”

“It ended years ago,” he said simply, no hesitation. “Mutual. Friendly. She’s with someone else now. Happy.” He moved closer. “I’m not.”

Your back hit the edge of a shelf. He stopped just short of touching you, giving you space.

“Izuku…”

“I know more about you than you think,” he murmured. The stoic mask was gone—replaced by quiet intensity and a hint of vulnerability. “I’ve read every paper. Followed your fieldwork reports. When UA needed a new support instructor, I may have… strongly suggested your name.”

Your eyes widened. “You what?”

He gave a small, almost shy shrug. “You belong here. And selfishly… I wanted to see you again.”

The confession cracked your defenses. You reached up, fingers brushing one of his curls. “You’re dangerous, you know that? All warm and thoughtful and unfairly hot.”

His laugh was low, a little rusty. “Says the woman who lights up every room she walks into.”

The first kiss was soft—testing. His hand cupped your cheek like you were something precious. Then you tugged him closer and it deepened, turning hungry. Years of quiet admiration on both sides poured out. His body pressed against yours, solid and warm from years of hero work. You felt the tension in his shoulders, the way his breath hitched when your fingers slid into his hair.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breathing uneven. “We should probably lock the door if we’re going to continue this conversation.”

You laughed, bubbly and breathless. “Nerd. Always thinking ahead.”

“Strategic,” he corrected, kissing you again—slower this time, savoring. His hands settled on your waist, thumbs brushing under the hem of your shirt. The touch sent heat curling through you. Not rushed. Just enough promise to leave you wanting.

When you finally separated, both flushed, he looked at you with a mix of awe and that familiar determination.

“I don’t do things halfway, Y/N. If we do this… I’m all in.”

You smiled, tracing a freckle on his cheek. “Good. Because I’ve been half in love with the idea of you for years. Might as well go full throttle.”

He chuckled. “Full throttle with proper risk assessments, right?”

“Obviously. We’re UA teachers.”

The next weeks were a careful balance of professional distance and stolen moments. Quick kisses in empty hallways. Late dinners at his apartment where he’d ramble about hero analysis and you’d tease him until he shut you up with his mouth. He was surprisingly handsy once comfortable—nerdy precision turning into focused affection that left you dizzy.

One night, curled on his couch after a long day, his hand traced lazy patterns on your thigh under the blanket.

“You’re really here,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Not just in my notes anymore.”

You turned, straddling his lap with a playful grin. “Very here. And very real.”

His hands settled on your hips, squeezing gently. The kiss that followed was deeper, slower, carrying heat that built steadily. Clothes stayed on but hands wandered—exploring, learning. He was gentle but confident, murmuring praises against your skin that made your pulse race. You gave as good as you got, teasing his neck until he made that quiet, wrecked sound you were quickly becoming addicted to.

No rush. Just the warm promise of more.

Monday morning staff meeting, you sat across from him like nothing had changed. But when your eyes met, his smile was softer, just for you. You winked. He raised an eyebrow—stoic in public, but the corner of his mouth twitched with hidden sass.

You were still the new teacher finding her place.

He was still the legendary Deku.

But now the distance you’d imagined between you felt wonderfully, perfectly gone.

༉‧₊˚. A/N: I fucking love this

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[hanji-is-life]

Cw: mommy kink as per usual with me

“What did your mother do when you came back home after being kidnapped by the League of Villains, when you were only 16? Did she comfort you?”

Your voice is leveled, calm and soothing to his ears. You know it’s helpless if you raise your voice, if you snarl or snap or get snippy with his lack of answers. Patience, is what you need when it comes to a man like Katsuki Bakugou.

“You know the hag didn’t fuckin’ comfort me.” Bakugou snaps irritably. He’s not mad at you really, just frustrated with the past lack of empathy his mother never gave him. He frowns, slumps lower onto the suede couch, crosses thick arms over his chest as he glowers at the little trinkets that rest on the coffee table between the two of you.

“Just told me that I was weak. Got myself kidnapped, ‘n shit.” He grumbles, voice quieting with every syllable. You try not to let the pity show on your face—Katsuki hates pity. He snaps and scorches your favorite pillows and pouts when you reprimand him afterwards. To save you both the trouble, you school your expression.

“How did that make you feel?” It sounds so stereotypical, he snorts under his breath. You let a small smile crack your face before it falls in seriousness.

“Angry? That she had insinuated that, while trying to protect your friends and fight off villains, you had asked to get kidnapped? Weak? At not being able to protect yourself better? Frustrated? A mixture of all three, and then some?”

Bakugou sat still, hands balled into tight fists. You can see the black and gray smoke wafting from his clenched hands, making you sigh softly. You jot down a couple of notes while Bakugou visibly calms himself down with a few techniques you had shown him previously. Your writing stops at the low, familiar rumble of his voice.

“She never comforted me. But you can. Right, doc?”

You already know what he’s asking for. Already know that this is around the allotted time where you give him his “treatment”. Treatment that would surely get you fired if any of your bosses had found out.

But after trying it on a whim once, you couldn’t help but keep up with your antics.

Bakugou wasn’t subtle at all about how much he liked your breasts in the beginning. For the first few of his appointments, his eyes were always darting down to your chest. He wouldn’t give you much to work with when it came to answers, but you started noticing how he would slowly start opening up more, depending on what you were wearing.

Days when it was cold and you’d wear an oversized sweater, it was like pulling teeth with him. But as the days grew warmer, the overgrown sweaters were thrown out for fitted button up shirts that strained across your chest. Or V necks with a light jacket over top.

Those days, you couldn’t get him to stop talking.

Pretty soon, you realized that he had mommy issues. They were kinda obvious, with his views on—shit—everything in the world.

That’s where your new treatment came in, exclusively for Mr. Bakugou twice a week.

“Come here, Katsu,” you murmur, already starting to unbutton your slightly see through cream blouse. Bakugou is up in seconds, ready to pounce but waiting like the good boy he is for further instructions.

You take your time letting each and every button loose, watch how dark his eyes go, how his breath picks up quickly, his hands shake in eagerness. You wait until the shirt pools around your waist, glance at his throat as he swallows audibly.

“You wanna take them out? You did so well today, I think you earned it.” You tell him, an innocent smile creeping on your face. Bakugou licks his lips and nods, sinks down onto the couch beside you in his usual position. Laid along the length, his head resting in your lap, his hands wandering all over your chest and sides and tummy.

He waits until he’s comfortable before he slowly tugs the cup of you bra down. His eyes glaze over as he watched the fat of your tits spill from your bra, hums at the bounce they create when they land on his cheek.

He nuzzled his face into your chest, inhales deeply at your scent, his body instantly relaxing. Without further prompting, Bakugou slips your nipple into his mouth and begins sucking.

He always starts off a little rough due to his excitement, but calms when you tut at him under your breath. He chills out instantly, eyes fluttering close as one hand stays playing with a throw pillow beside you, the other rubbing circles into your free nipple.

“Feel good, Katsu? Hm, baby?” You hum quietly, rubbing soothing patterns into his back and scratching at his scalp with your other hand. You peer at him over the swell of your breast, watch how he struggles to open his eyes, blinks all slow and soft at you. He nods once and hums around you, making you shiver from the vibrations.

“Good, good boy,” you whisper, let yourself relax into the feeling of him suckling and licking your nipples softly. When your hands start to slow, he sucks a little harder to get your attention. You chuckle, speeding your ministrations back up to their usual speed, to which he sighs and falls back into his sucking rhythm.

He switches to the other nipple next, lets the drag of his own spit swipe across his cheek in his haste of switching. He makes a tiny little whine when you rub out a small kink in his shoulders, absolutely melting in your lap at the feeling.

You can’t help but smile, and already anxiously await the next appointment you have with Mr. Bakugou.

[prettygeekergirl]

I LIKE EM’… k. bakugou

18+ mha collection | like i promised from the poll!! based off another bunna song, i love her if you couldn’t tell, [🎵: I like em’ - bunna b]

you really were supposed to be sleep.

it was almost midnight, your bonnet was already on, skincare done, lashes off, and you were laid across the king-sized bed in one of kats’ old hero shirts that basically swallowed you whole.

but instead? you were on hero-tok. again.

"girl, why am i even on here?" you muttered, thumb scrolling.

and there he was. katsuki. every other video was your man.

edits. slow motion clips. fight compilations. thirst traps. news articles. most fake.

and the comments? oh girl.

the comments had you ready to fight invisible ppl.

@herosaremyweakness: "he so fine."

@layspotatochip23: "i need him."

@therealmrsbakugou: "that man can yell at me any day."

@katsglazer: "i'd risk it all."

you sucked your teeth.

"risk what exactly? he don’t want that?" you thought.

you clicked another edit. the beat dropped.

katsuki appeared on screen covered in soot after a villain fight.

his smooth pale skin was glistening under city lights, sweat running down the sharp lines of his jaw. his hair was pulled back by a black headband, a few pieces peeking from beneath the band. the scar above his eyebrow looked fresh from that angle.

the comments went crazy. you rolled your eyes.

"y'all ain't never seen a fine man before?" you added.

but lowkey... you got it. you understood. bakugou was fine. like annoyingly fine. tall too. 6'4 and always taking up space. broad shoulders. thick arms.

tattoos peeking from underneath his hero uniform. and that permanent irritated look on his face? whew.

another edit started. you folded your arms.

———

"don't like 'em friendly with these girls i like 'em ru-u-ude."

cause katsuki paid women absolutely no mind.

like genuinely.

girls would be throwing themselves at him. asking for pictures. slipping numbers into his pockets. flirting shamelessly. and he'd just stare at them.

blank.

like they were a wall. like they didn't even exist.

unless it was you. that was the funny part.

his entire personality switched when it came to you.

still rude.

still mean.

still grumpy.

but different. soft underneath it.

you smiled to yourself. then immediately clicked another edit. bad decision.

"i like 'em light."

you sat up.

"oop."

cause yes. very much yes. kats skin was gorgeous.

rich and ever so soft, to be fighting constantly. especially during summer. the sun would hit him and you would just stare.

and he'd catch you staring too.

"what?" was always his response

"nothing."

"stop lookin at me."

which only made her look harder. another swipe. another edit.

———

"i like 'em tall."

"clock it."

cause every picture yall took together looked ridiculous.

you weren’t too short.

you’re 5'5.

but bakugou made everybody look tiny.

he'd wrap one arm around your shoulders and you’d look like you were being escorted by somebody's personal bodyguard.

not that you minded. at all. another edit.

"oh, man, i love the tattoos."

you actually threw your phone down for a second.

cause whoever made this edit was reading your diary.

the tattoos were unfair.

absolutely unfair.

black ink wrapped around his forearms.

a few pieces disappeared underneath his shirt collar.

there was one on his shoulder you loved more than life itself.

you knew every line. every detail. every inch. and you weren’t ashamed to admit it either.

a few more edits later and you were fully gone. finished. cooked. fried. burnt. obsessed.

you already knew you loved your man.

but seeing thousands of people agree? made it worse. or better.

depending on how you looked at it.

the penthouse door opened around one in the morning. kats stepped inside looking exhausted.

hero work had obviously been kicking his ass. his uniform jacket was slung over one shoulder.

his hair was messy. his tattoos were visible. and you immediately sat up in bed.

oh lord. there he go.

he stopped.

"...why you lookin at me like that?"

you grinned. close to the cheshire cat.

he narrowed his eyes.

"nah."

"what?" you responded innocently.

"don't 'what' me." he said rolling his eyes and pinching his nose bridge.

"babe."

"what did you do?"

you climbed off the bed.

slowly. dramatically. he started backing up.

"stop walkin towards me."

"why?"

"cause you got that look."

you wrapped your arms around his waist. he sighed immediately. all that tough hero energy disappeared.

gone. evaporated.

you pressed your cheek against his chest.

he automatically rested a hand on your head.

"you know you fine?"

katsuki groaned. "here we go."

"i'm serious."

"you being weird."

"and you’re handsome."

"y/n."

"and tall."

"y/n."

"and strong."

"y/n."

"and them tattoos—"

"Y/N."

you started laughing. hard.

the constant annoyed look on his face only made it funnier. cause that's what nobody else understood. everybody saw pro hero bakugou. the scary one. the rude one. the explosive one.

you saw your boyfriend.

the one who remembers your coffee order. the one who carries your shopping bags. the one who acted tough but got clingy when he was tired. the one who always reached for you in his sleep. you squeezed him tighter.

he looked down at you.

"you done?"

you smiled.

"nah."

“help me." he muttered quickly.

you stood on your tiptoes.

kissed his cheek.

then whispered,

"oh, boy, i love him. i can't get him out my head."

for once?

the katsuki bakugou actually got quiet. his ears turned red. and you knew you won.

cause no villain in japan could embarrass kats. but his girlfriend? every single time.

then, to his surprise you grabbed him by his shirt collar dragging him to the bed.

he kicked off his shoes and followed suit.

he laid on his back watching as you dropped your moo-moo. and he slid down his pants. tired? where?

he was hard. surprisingly it doesnt take much. not when its you anyway.

you admired his dick for a second, long with veins showing beneath his pale skin, his pretty pink tip throbbing. and then your eyes traveled back up to him.

his chest heaving, still shiny from sweat. his crimson eyes peering into yours, awaiting your next move.

you crossed your right leg over his waist, backing your ass back onto his cock.

no matter how many times yall have fucked, he stretches you ever so deliciously.

your hands found their place on his chest, as you grinded onto his dick. a mix between a moan and a whimper escaped his mouth.

“fuckk— baby“ you sped up your pace. throwing it back on him. left to right.

you couldnt stop moving. it felt good. too good.

“so good— mph its so good tsuki“

he smacked your ass as encouragement

"c'mon cum on my cock," he commanded, slapping your ass again with a little more agression, really feeling it.

"f-fuck daddy—mhh!"

“i love this fat ass. c’mon baby ride that shit“

he started thrusting into you hard and fast making you cry out.

you attempted to lift off of him but of course he didnt let that happen, “come on baby you started this, take that shit.“

the next hard thrust combined with a stinging smack to your ass pushed you over the edge. you came hard, screaming into the air as your pussy gushed around his cock, shaking violently.

"shit that's it baby, so good“ he groaned, fucking you through it. he didn't stop. he kept pounding into your pussy chasing his own high. his breathing got rougher, curses spilling out thrusted up

"gonna fill this pussy up, fuck-"

with a couple final thrusts he buried himself deep and came hard, groaning loudly as ropes of cum shot inside you. he kept grinding into you slowly, making sure you took every drop inside your pussy.

you rolled over off him. “babe?“ you whispered.

“yeah?“ he answered panting.

“i think...“ you said looking at him “..i like you.“

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Thinking about no experience Katsuki x no experience readerrrr like first time type stufffff... Obvs over 18 bc I stand by the fact that katsuki is a virgin for a long while

✦ first time | bakugo katsuki x f!reader ✦ tw; smut, but cautious/caring bakugo, cum, p in v sex, tiny bit of overstimulation. ✦ word count; 3.9k (took a bit, didn´t want to rush a first time omg) .✦ ݁˖ btw i'm not a fast writer :( i'll get to everyone's ideas as soon as i can <3.

It makes sense! Bakugo Katsuki is a busy man, you know? Ever since graduating, he's been working hard to go after that #1 spot, but instead he's been descending the ranks. Something about his attitude? Yeah.

He's so focused on what he's gotta do that he doesn't have time for romance or any of that shit. He also doesn't want to engage in one night stands, it's 'too annoying', though he sometimes think that would be easier. He's always as efficient as he can be, he just jerks off when he needs to and that's it; it's always been like this and with his busy work life it didn't seem like it would change any time soon.

He was pleasantly surprised when he met you though. Slowly but surely feelings got involved, ones that were buried deep within him for a while. That is until you confessed. It took him a while to get comfortable, but the more you went out and got to know each other, the more he started to realize (and accept) his feelings. He wanted this, he enjoyed your company, and in his most vulnerable moments, he knew he didn’t want to mess it up, he was afraid of scaring you away in any way.

Which is why he had been preparing for this day. He knew he had to plan well since he had no practice. A small part of his brain always hated the fact that it was you who approached him first, so he had to take initiative this time. More so since he knew it would be your first time too.

You were in that sofa again, blankets on of your lap, snacks on the side and a movie that has long been forgotten playing in the background. It wasn't the first time since you had your blonde love interest's lips on yours. Actually it's becoming routine for you two to hang out at his house to escape the media and some extreme fans that you both had.

The few rays left from the golden hour lit the way Bakugo started leaning over you. Your hands played with the sides of his shirt as your tongue clashed with his. Sometimes he would interrupt the kiss just to see you being a blushing mess due to it, surely getting a thrill from it.

"Hey, so can i– we.. continue.. today?" His voice was deep and raspy in a way that made your body tickle. "I uh.. can wait, if you still need t–"

"It's okay, Bakugo. I would like to"

The kiss became messy fast. Hips were rolling against each other, desperate to get some friction. You've gone this far before, but this time you had his hands wandering under your shirt, cautiously reaching up, and feeling the swells of your breasts. Your body's response gave him access to your neck, but it was just met with a full stop.

"Wait, I wanted to do this properly" his eyes were avoiding you, eyebrows furrowed and a pretty pink tint on his cheeks. "Tsk, just let me–"

With a swift movement, you were being carried princess style to his bedroom; setting you down on the edge of the bed. His space let you see how much thought he'd given into this; curtains were closed, bedsheets were soft and smelled like fresh laundry, everything was tidied up and out of sight, except for a box of condoms, a bottle of lube and some spare towels that laid on top of his nightstand.

The shifting noise his shirt made as he pulled it off reminded you look at him and not the items. Sure, you've seen him working out and in tight clothing, but the intimacy of seeing his toned body this way, added to the sweet smell of his place made your breath falter. Bakugo's eyes looked darker for a split second before placing his knee on the bed and leading you to lay down; one hand acting as your pillow and the rest of his body pressing warmly against you.

Your tongues clashed once more, messy, hungry. Breaths starting to quickly pick up the pace too, the perfect excuse for your bodies to move together like magnets with each wave that started with your lips. With a short grunt from him, he made his way down to your neck; right hand getting a firm grip on your jaw to have better access to the tender space, and started taking his sweet time in there. He'd been thinking about this spot for longer than he should have when he'd kissed you, and now that he was there, he was determined to make it last, remember your taste, how your shampoo smelled stronger there, and how you spasmed when he sucked on a particular place.

"Katsuki?" His eyes darted to yours at the sudden intimate name. "t–touch me..." You blushed, but didn't hesitate when taking his hand from your face and guiding it down, further than where he's ever been. "Please", your small and breathy request made his head spin, and his erection demand attention with a twitch.

Within seconds he was unbuttoning and practically tearing off your pants and underwear; much more aggressive than what he'd promised himself he would. He would've felt bad if it wasn't for your hands mirroring his frantic actions, pulling down his sweats as far as you could reach. The feeling of your exposed lower half making you stop before reaching for his briefs.

Both sets of eyes were focused on the lower part of your bodies, closely following Katsuki's thick fingers lingeringly travel from your navel to your core; watching them sink into your folds. Both of you moaned together at the much anticipated sensation.

He gave a few tentative touches to your soaking little cunt with the tender pad of his third finger, while noting your reaction to each of them. The attention made you shy away from the soft golden rays that shined through the curtains in an attempt to hide the red tint on your cheeks and your eyes that were continuously landing on a particular growing wet spot on his underwear.

"Is this alright?" He uttered dangerously close to your mouth.

"Yeah, like this"

He made the mental note to ask you to touch yourself for him some other day as you guided his slick coated fingers to show him how you do it. You tried to swallow the whimpers that were creeping in your throat, but Katsuki is nothing short from a fast learner, and in no time he knew where and how to touch, quickly reducing you to a panting mess with the feeling of new-found electricity running through your body. A moan slipped out when you felt him tease your entrance, instantly making you tense up, both thighs instinctively closing. As much as you were excited for this, it was undeniably scary given everything that circulated about doing it for the first time.

"Y'got tense" he noticed, a beefy finger still trailing circles around your entrance but much slower. "Want to stop?"

"No. It's just–" you tried to hide your face in the crook of his neck, "I don't know.. I'm.."

"Scared." The rubbing on your core stopped, as he softly cursed, the last thing he wanted was for you to be scared; and more if it was of him.

"No. Nervous?" You corrected.

"Hm, I'm here to make you feel good." He started as he planted small kisses on your lips in-between words, "I- I'll do everything to make sure of it.. even if you want us to stay just like this, it's okay. I'll do as you say. I just want to please you."

You felt a throb between your legs with his words, contemplating for a second a softer, more affectionate version of Katsuki, one that was only for you. Your hand brushed against the diamond shaped scar on his cheek before lowering to the one on his chest, letting you feel his racing heartbeat.

"yeah..Nn, just start slow"

"Sure? Of course I'll be gentle" he purred while propping himself up on his left elbow. "I think you're wet enough, but still need you to relax, baby."

You didn't have time to blush before he pulled you into a loving kiss. His tongue stroking yours in an attempt to soothe you, let you concentrate only on him once more.

Soon, those red eyes were again on you, taking turns between studying his actions and your face. His digit slowly inching inside, a small sting making you choke on your breath.

"You're okay?" He placed a quick kiss on your forehead when you nodded, "hm, you're doing so well, love".

And fuck you felt good. Sure, the stretch felt weird and foreign at first, but it gradually became a delicious pressure you didn't know you needed; and it only grew as he slid deeper making your body unconsciously gravitate towards his. You let him have better access at last by opening your legs, leaving you feeling more vulnerable than ever, but in your mind you were fine with it as long as it was for him.

He occasionally hissed at the warm contact with your gummy insides, doing everything so his mind didn't drift to imagining how it would feel around his still untouched cock. Which started involuntarily twitching more when he started to work his finger in and out in the most delicate way possible.

Katsuki almost lost all composure when he felt your hand reach for his shaft, your finger tracing a straight line up before getting a hold of it. You didn't know who took in a sharper breath, him at the sudden and much wanted touch or you when you realized the size and state he was in. You heard noises you never knew the hero would make as you slowly stroke his hard on over his briefs, making his head loll down and try to shy away the same way you did when he first touched you.

"ha, shit– touch inside" breathy, desperate moan.

He means.. inside his underwear?; you thought to yourself for a moment, before you fidgeted with the elastic and wandered in, your fingers delicately wrapping around the throbbing length. He practically growled, and thrusted into your hand once before reminding himself to calm down. Your hand lazily touched him, similarly to what you had seen once in a video, but still unsure if you were doing a good job. Katsuki never complained though, just your touch was enough to keep him constantly on the edge of cumming.

He decided to take his attention off that divine sensation and focus on stretching you out again, slowly but surely on his way to add more fingers. He found out that if he drew circles or curved his fingers inside you, you'd feel good, and surprisingly make an even bigger mess with your slick. You both were too out of it to care at this point, slightly grinding into each other's hands, and heavy breathing into the other's mouths.

"Katsuki.. Kats– nnngh, I can't." You pleaded into his mouth with glossy half closed eyes, "I need to– hn fck" You could barely get words out as your free hand darted to your clit. Wet sounds of the rubbing pairing with the rhythm of his fingers in you.

"It's okay, baby. You're doing so good, hngh" He felt relief knowing he could finally cum, and more that it would be with you, "shit shit shi– cum, let's cum together, pretty".

Every movement was erratic and inconsistent; your hands messily working on your clit and his cock simultaneously, his fingers scissoring or drawing circles inside you and his hips bucking up, all in search of that glorious peak.

Didn't took long for the hand that had been acting as your pillow this whole time to tightened its grip on your hair at the same time Katsuki pulled your forehead onto his when your back finally arched in pleasure. You heard your name being moaned in a raspy, uneven voice while riding your high, only getting grounded by the sensation of hot liquid spilling on your side.

Everything felt fuzzy, the room blurry through the tears in your eyes, sounds slowing down along with your hands. The now dull light didn't help in easing the goosebumps all over your body as heat started to dissipate. Slothful kisses on your neck made you turn to face your partner after the room stopped spinning.

"Katsuki?" The hero propped himself up as if it was your command, "I wanted to feel you inside.." you admitted while getting some sweaty hairs out of his forehead.

"I– uhm can go on.. But don't push yourself, baby" he sweetly nuzzled against your hand.

"m'not, i wanna"

A smile spread across his face as he bit his lip, nothing short from mischievous. "Well.. How can I say no to you?" He practically purred aiming for the crook of your neck once again, "I guess I gotta keep ya in the mood".

The smile didn't fade even while he continued nibbling on the skin down your jaw to your collarbone; he'd secretly love that you asked and not him. The goosebumps on your skin started reappearing when Katsuki decided to level up and start to suck on the skin beneath him, getting progressively closer to your cleavage. The ache between your legs building up again with every teasing lick and bite. You heard a grunt followed by Katsuki trying to wiggle himself out of his remaining clothes.

It shouldn't have been sexy, however it let you see him completely naked for the first time. You found yourself mindlessly shamelessly eyeing his half hard cock at the same time he motioned to let him help you take off your top. His dick was prettier than you thought would be, girthier than expected too, the flushed tip still messy with drops from his orgasm earlier; which he started wiping before settling himself infront of you. The view was alluring to say the least, his hands traveling to caress your knees before pulling them apart. A small chuckle traveled through the air when your hands rushed to cover your slit.

"Y'gotta let me see you, pretty. I see you staring, y'know? It's only fair.." He murmured as he placed himself on top of you, elbow holding him up while he resumed palming and teasing your now exposed tits. "Tell me, babe, can I mark you?" Your blood didn't know if to rush up to your face or down between your legs, "Sorry, but I'd love to see it tomorrow when we wake up".

And he did. As soon as you nodded, his mouth was set on this new mission. Chills covered your body when his lips enveloped a perked up nipple, the other getting teased and flicked simultaneously by his other hand; your mind going blank before interlocking your fingers with soft strands of ashy blonde hair.

Katsuki had been so self-restrained at first, probably out of nervousness, but his confidence had steadily increased and now he felt relaxed while melting into your touch, determined to see you become a mess for him again. That meant exploring and worshipping every single inch of you in this moment, your small, desperate filthy noises only fueling his need.

"Hnng, fuck, look at you, making such delicious noises" he purred, slurring his words since he didn't bother stopping the tasting of your body.

"Don't tease me–"

"I'm not. You have no fucking idea how turned on I am right now".

But you knew. You could feel his rock hard erection rubbing and poking along your heat, slick and pre cum making a mess between your bodies but aiding pleasure to build up. Grinding almost pathetically like this just to get some friction wasn't in Katsuki's plan, he knew that if he continued, he wouldn't last a minute once he enters you; but he couldn't stop either.

"Just– get a condom, Katsuki" you whined, not able to keep your hips from grinding against him either.

He obeyed; stretching enough to reach the box on his nightstand. The heat between your thighs was almost painful, you could feel your pussy fluttering while seeing him opening the small package and roll down the latex along his shaft. He hissed at the tightness of it, before stroking it a few times for you to see.

He looked at your soaking folds and pushed his tip down with his thumb to meet your swollen clit, giving a few teasing thrusts. Seeing you laying there, face flushed, ruffled hair, glistening eyes on him only, plus the new hickeys covering your body, was probably the most arousing thing he has seen in his entire life.

"Tell me if you're in pain, love." He drawled, trying to sooth you with his hands grazing along your thighs. Tip being guided to your entrance. "I've prepped you.. but i can do more, so promise you'll tell me"

A tiny, shivery 'okay' left your lips as you felt his other thumb open your folds, tip still circling to gather more of your lewd juices. You both watched as he lined himself and pushed the tip in just enough to start feeling the stretch.

"Are you okay?" Your eyes were shut, trying to get used to the hot sensation while he slid in a tiny bit more. "Breathe, baby, fuckk, I feel you tensing up again," he cooed before leaning down and letting your foreheads press together.

Small, loving kisses landed on your lips. It took every drop of self-control for Katsuki to not thrust into your warm insides, but he waited, showing much more patience than he thought he could, gently running his fingertips up and down the side of your torso.

"Ngh, you're doing great, doll, that's it, breathe with me. I'll go real slow, 'kay?" You only nodded.

Your muscles relaxed while doing as instructed, surprised to see that you were okay; finally trying to be inside of your head less and concentrate on the situation.

Your walls kept spamming around him in pure desire, while he continued whispering dirty mouthed praises and giving you sloppy kisses. He definitely needed more, every nerve in his body telling him, screaming to fuck you senseless, to let himself see your cock drunk face as he had imagined it so many times before; only for your soft touch on his biceps to restrain every urge.

You noticed though, the needy whimpers, the throbbing inside you and the rolling of his eyes; all acting almost as an aphrodisiac adding to the craving between your legs.

"Y–you can move" you encouraged, putting an end to his dilemma.

Moans, pants and grunts echoed in the room with each shallow push, his hips setting a painfully slow but deep pace. Your back arched and your toes curled every time he grazed that deepest point inside you.

The rhythm he set didn't last long though, it became hasty and more greedy; ultimately causing his dick to slip out. Both grunting at the sudden loss of friction before he scrambled to take the length with one hand and push it in again, much more forcefully than before, patience running low and an indecent obsession taking its place.

"shit–sorry, I–"

"–just fuck me, Katsuki, I'm okay" your needy plea interrupted his worried, wide eyed expression. "I need you, hhngg you're soo deep and i love it" you wiggled under his weight, trying to bounce yourself on his cock.

"Haah, don't do this, I won't be able to be good for you anymore."

"Then don't be, Dynamite," you hummed in provocation.

"I– dammit" he choked out, something feral starting to creep in his eyes, "I don't think you know the type of game you're starting, babydoll"

"And if I do?" You didn't, but you knew he was thinking too much about not hurting you. You wanted him to enjoy himself too, needed to see more of that unplanned pleasure like the one you saw on him while cumming.

"Hmm, let's do something.." Before you knew, he shifted his weight to sit down, letting you be on top, straddling his legs. You looked down to meet his ruby eyes, your bodies still connected, "still, don't push yourself, yeah? Stop if it hurts."

"I don't think my hero would hurt me" Your sweet smile spread to his face too.

Your hands traveled over his broad shoulders; lowering yourself and feeling the stretch from his cock. Katsuki gave a pleased smirk when he saw your mouth fall open and head roll back, hips bucking up to help you take him all in.

"You really like my cock that much, huh?" His voice tasted like danger opposing to his hands that rested on your hips, thumbs sweetly mapping their way across your warm skin.

"Mhm, you stretch me so good"

"hnn, shit– I never thought I'd see you this needy this soon, doll" his eager grunt made your clit throb.

You couldn't even protest against his words, you were needy, you couldn't stop the rolling of your eyes every time you descended on his length, feeling how he made his way inside you to a spot that made you see stars. The wet slapping noises that both of your thighs made and the now unrestrained moans made the moment feel nothing less than pornographic. And the sight didn't fall behind, your eyes always locked with Katsuki's, always looking up to you, his face flushed, lips parted and glistening with a mix of spit, hands now on your ass helping you move up and down his cock despite your trembling thighs.

"You're s'fucking good t'me, ohmygod, only f'me" He knew he wouldn't last much longer at this pace, still couldn't bring himself to go any slower after all the restraint he showed before. "Please– fuckkkk, Babe, I'm so close, s-shit– y'feel so fucking good, sorry, I'msorry I'm gonna cum"

"Hnnha, no-not yet, keep fucking me, please, please– justa bit m-more" you could barely muster out.

"can'tt– holy shit, y'squeezing me s'much. Nnhg fuck fuck sorry I'm cummingg, fuck– get upp". The hero lewdly pleaded as his hands held your lower half up to allow himself to pull out before his nearing peak; only for your hips to harshly grind down and resume their greedy speed.

Katsuki's strength left his arms as a wave of pure pleasure washed over him, small shiny sparkles dancing through the surrounding air and thick hot ropes of cum being drawn out of him.

His arms stayed tightly around you, thighs covered in slick, face blissed out as he looked at you ride the last throbs of his cock, trying to ignore the warning signs of overstimulation.

His hips only daring to move moments later when your pussy sucked him in. He could feel the shock of the orgasm that hit you, soft walls squeezing harder, your whole body shuddering while his name rolled out your your mouth and more of your juices spilling down his balls. "M'here, cum on my cock, babydoll, I got you".

His digits started sweetly drawing stars on your back, waiting for your breaths to regulate and pulse to calm down; taking it all in, your bodies pressed together, all senses heightened, smell of sex and love filling the room. Katsuki just sat there for some minutes with you in his arms, he started planning on what he would cook for you in the morning, and if you'd let him, fuck you again right after.

Poor Katsuki prepared towels to save his bedsheets and still forgot to use them :(. Yeah, he changed the bed so you both could cuddle and sleep. Anyways, I read a Bakugo x Dabi fanfic where Katsuki has a small scar on his dick due to not controlling his quirk when masturbating and it's cannon in my head, dc. thanks for the patience~ i've been sooo busy. also: holyyyy shit 1.1k likes on the other post (': thanks annon too <3 u can give me some comments/constructive criticism where needed; i'm learning lol send requestsss , i'm slowly but surely writing the others hehe

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[sorenellebrair]

ᣞ ᜓ᛫ ⋆♱ THE FRATBOYS | a bakudeku series

cw: angst, bakudeku x femnerd!reader, colege au, shy innocent!reader, bakugo is actually nice for once, lmk if i mised anything <3

pt. 1 | 2 | 3

☾ “What do you mean she liked it and then unliked it?” Izuku questioned frantically, rubbing both hands down his face.

“Dude, it’s really not that big of a deal,” Kirishima chuckled, leaning back against the boat railing.

Izuku sat hunched on the bench, the sound of waves crashing nearby doing nothing to ease the anxious twist in his stomach. He really liked you. More than he’d liked anyone in a long time. The last thing he wanted was to scare you off before he even got the chance to talk to you properly.

“Nah, he’s losing it ‘cause she’s cute,” Bakugo smirked, arms crossed over his chest. The girls around them let out a collective “Ouuu~~” followed by giggles.

“Kacchan, this is serious. She’s not like—”

“Yeah, yeah, not like other girls. We get it,” Bakugo rolled his eyes dramatically. “I tried to follow her on my spam and she blocked me. Boo-fucking-hoo.”

Izuku let out a defeated groan, tilting his head back against the bench and staring up at the sky. The late afternoon sun felt too bright.

He felt two soft hands slide over his chest from behind.

“It’s okay, Deku…” Ochako’s voice purred sweetly in his ear, her body pressing against the back of the bench. “I’m sure there’s someone else who can fill that little gap for you.”

Izuku’s expression hardened instantly. He sat up straight, grabbing her wrists and pulling her hands off him with a firm but controlled motion.

“If I wanted you,” he said, voice low and clipped, “you wouldn’t be my ex. Get off me.”

The air around them went noticeably colder. Ochako’s smile faltered, a flash of hurt and embarrassment crossing her face before she forced a laugh and stepped back.

“Wow. Touchy,” she muttered, trying to play it off as she walked away with her friends.

Bakugo let out a low whistle, clearly amused. “Damn. Cold as hell, Deku.”

Izuku didn’t respond. He just leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the wooden deck of the yacht. The usual party noise — music, laughter, splashing water — suddenly felt distant. All he could think about was how you’d practically run away from him in the library twice now. How you’d blocked Bakugo’s spam the second he tried to follow you.

He didn’t want to be just another loud frat guy in your eyes.

“…I don’t wanna mess this up,” he muttered, mostly to himself.

Bakugo glanced at him, smirk fading just a little. He knew that tone. It wasn’t the usual Deku crush voice. This one was heavier.

“Tch. Then stop acting like a damn loser and do something about it when we get back,” Bakugo said, voice gruff but not entirely unkind. “If she’s really that different, then quit letting these extras get in your head.”

Izuku stayed quiet, watching the ocean shimmer under the setting sun. For the first time in a while, the usual party scene felt… empty.

He kept thinking about you, sitting alone in the library with your books, that shy way you’d looked at him before bolting.

He wanted to see you again.

And this time, he wasn’t going to let you run.

── ⋆

The next morning the sky was a dull, washed-out gray, the kind that made everything feel slower. You kept your hood up the whole walk to the library, earbuds in, trying to ignore the way your stomach still twisted every time you thought about the video.

You hadn’t meant to watch it more than once. But the loop kept playing in your head anyway—Izuku’s head tipped back, beer running down his chest while the girls laughed and touched him like it was the most natural thing in the world. His hands resting on their waists. That easy, bright smile. It shouldn’t have mattered. He was just another frat boy. But the image still sat heavy behind your ribs, and you hated how it made your chest feel tight.

The library was quiet when you slipped inside, the soft sound of rain tapping against the tall windows the only noise on the third floor. You found your usual corner table, spread your notes out like a shield, and tried to disappear into the pages of your book.

You were halfway through a paragraph when the chair across from you scraped back.

Your head snapped up.

Bakugo Katsuki dropped into the seat without asking, arms folded on the table, crimson eyes fixed on you like he was sizing you up.

“Four-eyes.”

Your fingers tightened around your pen. “I—I’m sorry about the block. I didn’t mean to—”

“Relax. Not here for that.” His voice was low, rough, but not as sharp as usual. “Deku’s been moping since last night. Won’t shut up about you. Figured I’d come see what the hell’s so special.”

You blinked, cheeks warming. “There’s nothing special. I just… I don’t really talk to people like you.”

Bakugo raised an eyebrow. “People like me.”

“Frat guys,” you mumbled, eyes dropping to your book. “Parties. Yachts. All of that. It’s not really my thing.”

He was quiet for a second, and when you glanced up he was still watching you—less annoyed now, more curious.

“Deku’s not like the rest of ‘em,” he said eventually. “But he’s been staring at you for weeks. Thought you should know.”

Your stomach flipped, but you shook your head a little. “I don’t… I’m not looking for anything like that. I just want to be left alone.”

Bakugo clicked his tongue, but it wasn’t as harsh as usual. “Tch. Then tell him yourself. He’s not gonna stop unless you do.”

He pushed the chair back, standing up, but paused before turning away.

“…Name’s Katsuki. Use it.”

And then he was gone, boots echoing down the aisle, leaving the rain and the quiet and the uneasy flutter in your chest behind.

You packed up slowly, the weight of Bakugo’s words still sitting uncomfortably in your chest. You weren’t looking for anything. You weren’t interested in frat parties or yachts or whatever complicated mess Izuku Midoriya seemed to be tangled in. All you wanted was to eat lunch in peace and pretend this morning never happened.

The hallway outside the library was mostly empty, the overcast sky still leaking a thin, steady drizzle. You kept your hood up, tote bag hugged to your chest, moving quickly toward the side exit that led to the quieter path behind the dining hall.

You didn’t make it far.

“Hey, you.”

The voice was sharp, sugary-sweet, and way too close. You turned to find one of the girls from the yacht video—her, the one who’d been pressed up against Izuku’s side, laughing while she poured beer down his chest. Up close she looked even prettier, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“Got a second?” she asked, already stepping in front of you so you couldn’t keep walking.

Your fingers tightened on the strap of your bag. “I—I’m sorry, I don’t—”

“Listen, I don’t know what little fantasy you’ve got going on in your head, but you need to back off.” Her voice stayed light, almost friendly, but the words landed like ice. “Deku and Bakugo? They’re not for girls like you. They have… options. Real ones. So do everyone a favor and stay in your lane, yeah?”

Your throat went tight. You couldn’t even look at her properly, your eyes kept flicking to the wet pavement, to the raindrops sliding off the edge of your hood, anywhere but her face.

“I’m not—I don’t want anything,” you managed, voice barely above a whisper.

She laughed, short and sharp. “Then act like it. Stop letting Deku chase you around like some sad little puppy. It’s embarrassing.”

Before you could find anything else to say, she brushed past you, shoulder knocking yours just hard enough to make you stumble. By the time you looked up again she was already walking away, heels clicking against the wet sidewalk like nothing had happened.

You didn’t go to lunch.

You went straight back to your dorm, locked the door, and crawled into bed with your clothes still on. The rain tapped against the window while you stared at the ceiling, chest tight, eyes burning. You didn’t cry, you just felt small. Smaller than you had in a long time. The careful bubble you’d built around yourself was cracking, and you didn’t know how to fix it.

Hours passed. You skipped your afternoon class. Skipped dinner. The sun had already started to set when your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

You reached for it without thinking.

@.izukumidoriya has requested to follow you.

Your stomach dropped.

You stared at the notification until the screen dimmed, then went dark, the quiet hum of rain the only sound left in the room. You sighed, you couldnt bring yourself to ignore it, so you opened your phone and accepted the follow request.

It wasnt long before your phone vibrated again. You open your phone again to see a text message.

izuku: hey

You hesitate before typing.

you: hi

izuku: are you okay? didnt see you

you: i decided to go home early today.

izuku: was it the rain?

you: partially

you: your fan girls dont seem to like me.

read @ 6:14pm

Around 20 minutes passed by and you were still left on read, you sighed, you knew you shouldnt have said anything, not like he was going to care anyway.

He was a fratboy.

They’re all the same.

© sorenellebrair