𑣲 katsuki's your needy ex-boyfriend who needs you back. ⋆｡° — angst! ♡♡ (with a happy ending!)
the balcony door slides shut, instantly muttering the loud music and voices inside. you lean against the cold stone railing, letting out a breath you've been holding all night.
the cool night air hits your face, instantly soothing you after the heat of the party. or to be completely honest, the burning heat of him.
all night long, you've tried your absolute best to pretend he wasn't there. you didn't look his way when he walked in, you didn't look up when he stood near your circle of friends, and you intentionally kept your eyes on anyone else but him.
still, his heavy stare followed you everywhere, burning right through you.
hiding from his line of sight wasn't meant to punish him—it was just becoming impossible to hide how much you ached for him the closer he got.
you hear the balcony door slide open again. then, the quiet scuff of heavy boots against the concrete. you don't even have to turn to know who it is. you could smell his cologne softly blending into the sweet scent of his quirk.
tightening your grip on the stone railing, you stare at the city lights and force yourself to look straight ahead. "katsuki, i'm just trying to get some air—"
you don't even get to finish the sentence. he closes the distance between you from behind so fast it makes your head spin. before you can process it, his large hands land on the cold stone railing, boxing you in perfectly on both sides.
you're trapped between his warm chest and the ledge.
with a heavy, shaky sigh, his forehead drops straight onto your shoulder. all his usual pride—that loud ego he carries everywhere, is completely gone.
"katsuki?" your voice softens, the strict walls you maintained all night was cracking under the weight of his vulnerability.
"just shut up." he mutters in a rough, thick voice that completely lacks his usual tone. "let me hold you.. please."
hearing him say please is the final straw. letting go of the railing before you can stop yourself, you reach back on instinct. the second your fingers brush his spiky hair, katsuki lets out a needy, broken sound—caught somewhere between a sigh and a whimper.
his hands immediately leave the railing to hook tightly around your waist, pulling you backwards until there isn't any space left between your bodies. his fingers dig desperately into your clothes, terrified of letting you go.
"you ignored me all night." he buries his face further into your neck, his breath warm against your skin as he whispers. "i watched you for hours. you wouldn't even look at me. i was losing my mind, y/n."
"you're the one who said we needed space." you whisper back, but you're not pulling away. tilting your head back against his shoulder, you gently massage his scalp and feel the tension melt from his body. he goes entirely soft against you, surrendering all his control to your touch.
"i was stupid." he mumbles against your skin, his lips brushing your neck with every word. he sounds so completely needy, so entirely undone by just having you close again. "i hate the space. i hate everything about it. nothing feels right. i can't sleep, can't think. i just need you."
his hands finally move to your hips, turning you around in his embrace so he can look at you. his eyes are low and dark with a desperate kind of longing you've never seen in him before. there's no anger left in him, just a raw yearning to be yours again.
his thumb brushes over your cheekbone, his hand trembling slightly.
"i missed you so damn much." he whispers, his forehead leaning against yours now. "tell me you missed me too. don't freeze me out anymore. i can't take it."
looking into his eyes, you can't hold back anymore—not when you see him completely laid bare and begging for you on a dark balcony. the friction of the past few months dissolves into pure warmth.
"i missed you too, katsuki." you admit softly, your hand moving to cup his jaw. "i hate ignoring you."
a soft smile pulls at his lips as a relieved breath escapes him, and he doesn't waste another second. the little distance disappears as his lips meet yours in a deep, breathless kiss, tasting like everything you've both been craving.
his hands move from your waist up to your back, pulling you flush against him—completely needy for your touch, making sure you know he's never letting you go again.
𑣲 except katsuki wants more than casual. — PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX
A grueling, torturing week dragged by. Seven endless days of silence, of not seeing his face, and of staring at a text thread that hadn't moved since he left you on read.
The space between you two felt massive—A heavy ache that followed you through every shift. By Sunday morning, the painful silence became too heavy to bear.
Following a sudden burst of courage, your fingers moved before you could talk yourself out of it. You hit dial.
You barely even heard a full ring before the line clicked. He answered almost instantly.
Though the silence was heavy, he remained on the line, waiting to hear what you had to say. He was waiting to hear you out rather than shutting you away.
"Katsuki.." You started softly, your voice trembling slightly. "I'm sorry. About last week—At the Izakaya."
There was a long pause before his voice came through the speaker, low and unexpectedly gentle. "Did you mean what you said?"
Your mind raced, trying to piece through the blurry, alcohol-soaked memories of that night. You remembered the heat of his car, the desperation of his mouth against yours, and then.. The cold whiplash of the table.
You tried to process exactly what he was asking, your chest tightening. Was there something terrible you had said to him that night, that was completely slipping your mind? "What.. What part?"
The defensive walls Katsuki usually kept locked tight completely dropped. He didn't yell. He didn't snap. Instead, he spoke with a quiet vulnerability that caught you off guard. He told you how much it had actually hurt him—how exhausting it was to constantly bury how he felt, to sit by and watch you hold him at arm's length, only to be dismissed as just a friend the second anyone else looked.
"I can't keep doing the friend-secret bullshit." He admitted, his voice rough with emotion. "Not after that."
Hearing him lay himself bare made the tears prick the corners of your eyes. You wanted him so desperately, but the fear of reality still lingered in the back of your mind. "Katsuki, I... We both have so much to focus on. My career is just getting started, and you—Your goal has always been to become Number One."
"Yeah." Katsuki interrupted softly. "It was."
You caught your breath, waiting anxiously for him to continue. It was?
"My goal was always to be at the top, but I wanted you right there beside me." The words left his lips softly, but they hit you incredibly hard. "You became my new goal, Y/N."
A heavy silence fell over the line. Your brain completely short-circuited. Did he really just say that? Were you hearing him right, or was the lingering exhaustion making you hallucinate?
"Being the best doesn't mean shit if I have to stand by and watch you play pretend when people are around." Katsuki continued, his tone stern with certainty. "I'm done hiding."
"Making you mine became my goal a long time ago."
The sincerity in his voice washed over you, melting away the last remnants of your fear. Hearing him speak with so much conviction made you realize that protecting a 'safe' boundary was nothing compared to the risk of losing him completely. You trusted his words. You trusted him.
"I want it." You whispered, the truth finally slipping past your lips. "I want it more than anything. I'm just.. I'm scared of ruining what we have."
"There's no way in hell I'm letting that happen." He replied instantly, his voice leaving absolutely zero room for doubt. "I'm a pro. I know what the job takes, and I know we can balance it if we do it together."
A soft, relieved smile finally broke across your face, the heavy knot in your chest completely unraveling. The warmth of his voice made you crave his presence immediately. "Is it okay if I come over later?"
"No." Did you misread his words? Was he still pushing you away?
Before the panic could spiral—"If we're doing this, we're doing it right."
"I'm taking you out." He stated, the finality in his tone making your cheeks burn. "On a real date."
He made himself clear, giving you no room to argue. "Be ready by seven."
The giddiness that bubbled up in your chest was overwhelming—a bright, beautiful contrast to the misery of your past week.
"Okay." A genuine smile settled onto your face. "I'll be ready."
For the first time in months, the suffocating weight of the "friends with benefits" label was entirely gone. You were finally done hiding in the shadows of an arrangement that had always been a safety net for your fears, but a prison for his feelings.
No more late-night texts born out of convenience, no more quiet exits before dawn, and no more pretending your heart didn't violently race every time his name lit up your phone.
Katsuki had been ready to show you off to the world a long time ago.
He had been patiently waiting for you to stop running from the reality of how deeply he cared, enduring the agonizing title of a friend while craving the right to call you his. And now, he wasn't holding back anymore.
I wanted to ask if I could translate your Friends w/ Benefits series about Kacchan into Brazilian Portuguese and post it on Wattpad.
I'm Brazilian, and I absolutely fell in love with your writing and every chapter you've published so far. Of course, I would give you full credit, clearly state that you're the original author, and include a link to your profile and the original work.
I'd be very happy if you gave me permission. Thank you so much for your time, and regardless of your answer, I just wanted to say how much I admire your work. 🤍
hello! thank you so much for your sweet message! ♡ i appreciate you asking and being respectful. (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
i would love to give you permission to translate the Friends w/ Benefits series into Brazilian Portuguese.
as long as you provide full credit, link back to my profile, and link to the original work as you mentioned, you are completely good to go!
please feel free to send me the link once you start posting it on Wattpad ; i’d love to see it. thank you sm for supporting my work! ♡
𑣲 sex in front of a mirror with katsuki. it’s his absolute favorite. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
katsuki loves to watch you in the mirror while he fucks you—especially when you watch too.
watching your wrecked face in the mirror is all he cares about, as he slams his dick into you over the bathroom counter. squeezing your hips and keeping his hand tight around your neck, he murmurs—"you look so fuckin' good looking at me while i stretch you out."
"you like that?" you love it. seeing his low-lidded, possessive eyes while he completely owns you drives you wild. it drives you right over the edge too..
when keeping your eyes open gets harder, his hand tightens on your neck as he whispers in your ear. "look at the mirror, baby, keep them open."
he keeps his relentless pace, his chest pressing hot against your back as his fingers dig deeper into your hip, holding you steady. the heat of his cock sliding deep inside you is almost too much, making your knees buckle as the pleasure threatens to completely pull you under.
"i'm not letting you slip away yet." he drives his cock even deeper, his hips hitting yours with a heavy thud that makes you cry out. his grip keeps you focused, forcing your watering eyes to stay locked on his reflection in the glass.
"look at how much you're shaking for me." he groaned out, his chest vibrating against your back as he drags his cock out slow, only to slam back in even harder. "shit.."
you whimper, your hands clawing at the cold marble counter for any kind of grip as your vision starts to blur.
losing control himself, he pants—"fuck, told you to keep your eyes open.."—his thrusts turn sloppy and needy.
when you finally break, your body seizing and spilling a hot mess all over his cock, you look so beautiful in the reflection.
the tight, pulsing squeeze of your soaked cunt around his dick is almost too intense for him to bear. he needs you to watch this—needs you to see your own wrecked, flushed face as you fall apart all over him.
you looked absolutely perfect. if he could fuck you in front of a mirror all day every day, he would.
HOPE EVERYTHING IS WELL!!!! I love your stories so much you write bakugou so well I can FEELL what you write plz keep up the good work Elly ILYSM ❤️❤️❤️
thank you so much for the sweet words, that means so much to me! ♡ you all motivate me so much i wanna cry ILYM TY FOR THE SUPPORT
𑣲 except katsuki wants more than casual. — PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX
The atmosphere around your friends changed instantly. "Oh, look who survived the lecture!" Kaminari cheered, though his eyes immediately locked onto Katsuki's face, widening. "Wait.. Dude, is that—"
"I knew it!" Kirishima slammed his fist onto the table, a massive grin breaking out. "Pay up, Sero! Ten bucks, right now!"
Mina was already out of her seat, practically vibrating as she slid next to you, cooing loudly at how flustered and rosy your cheeks were. Sero just laughed lightly, softly applauding the two of you. "Honestly, man, about time. How long have you guys even been hiding this?"
While the group exploded into a flurry of jokes and bets, Katsuki sat completely rigid. Forcing his mouth shut, he refused to give anyone his attention and stared stubbornly away from the group.
The faint shimmer on his lips the only evidence of what had just happened outside—he roughly wiped it away.
You felt exposed under their gaze, and your instinct to protect yourself—to protect the safe boundaries you had built—kicked in automatically.
"We aren't hiding anything." You laughed, forcing your voice to sound as bubbly, light, and casual as possible. You waved a hand dismissively, offering a smiley, buzzed shrug to the table. "We're still just friends, guys. It's really not like that."
The words hit the table like ice.
Next to you, the air around Katsuki turned freezing. You didn't have to look at him to feel the exact moment his pride shattered. It was a physical ache in the air between you.
He had just laid himself bare against that car, pouring every ounce of his hidden jealousy and raw hunger into you, only for you to walk back inside and reduce him to just a friend in front of everyone.
Before anyone could crack another joke, Katsuki abruptly stood up, his chair scraping violently against the floor. "Get your coat." He muttered. His voice was low, sounding completely hollow. "I'm taking you home."
The drive back was defined by a suffocating, heavy silence. He didn't look at you once, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. You sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window as the city lights blurred past, the alcohol in your system beginning to curdle into a heavy knot of anxiety.
When the car finally stopped outside of your home, the silence felt deafening. You hesitated, looking at his distant, side profile. Usually, this was the part of the night where the tension softened, where a quiet glance meant he was coming along.
"Do you.. Want to come? Stay over?" You asked softly, your voice sounding small in his car.
"No."
The word was a door slamming shut. It was the first time he had ever declined. He didn't even turn his head to look at you, his eyes locked straight ahead on the dark road.
You didn't want to pressure him or force him to talk. You quietly gathered your things and got out of the car—The click of his lock engaging the second your door closed felt like a physical blow.
Inside the silence of your dark home, the reality of his distance began to settle in. Dropping your keys and purse, you sat on the couch with a heavy frown, the clearing alcohol leaving behind a painful, emotional clarity.
Why were you still pushing the 'friends' persona? Who were you actually protecting?
You didn't want him cold. You didn't want him distant. Katsuki was the only man who knew how to truly care for you. He was the only one who knew how to make you feel completely secure—both emotionally and physically.
For months, he had been burying his own desires, patiently waiting for you, accepting whatever scraps of affection you allowed him to have under the guise of an "arrangement." And tonight, you had pushed him too far.
The excuses you always made to yourself started to crumble. Yes, he was a pro hero. Yes, your career was demanding and stressful. But as you stared into the dark, you knew you could balance it.
You wanted to balance it. If this was what both of you desperately wanted, why were you letting fear dictate your happiness? He was worth the risk.
Your fingers trembled slightly as you unlocked your phone, staring at his name in your contacts. You decided to text him a simple good night, praying for even the smallest sign of how he was feeling.
You held the phone to your chest, waiting. One minute passed. Then three.
The screen lit up briefly as the status shifted. Read.
You stared at the messages, desperately waiting for the typing bubbles to appear. You waited for an angry text, a capitalization, a thumbs up—Anything that meant he was still fighting for you.
But nothing came. Just a cold, empty silence.
You found yourself staring at the screen until your eyes grew too heavy to stay open. Falling asleep to the glow of the screen on your face, your open messages with him was the last thing settled in your mind.
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the next bed over ɞ·˚ katsuki bakugo x f!reader (kirishima included)
𑣲 stuck in the same room, kirishima overhears you two—completely turned on by his two best friends fucking. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
the large hotel room was dark, lit only by the faint glow of the city outside. their relaxing group trip changed when a plumbing issue down the hall completely ruined kirishima's room. since you and katsuki had a suite with two king beds, letting a best friend crash there made perfect sense.
but right now, you were starting to realize exactly how inconvenient it was.
the room was dead silent except for the quiet hum of the ac and the rustle of sheets. katsuki spooned you tightly from behind, his warm chest pressed flat against your back, with his heavy arm slung around your waist.
you had both assumed kirishima was in a deep sleep, considering he'd faced the opposite wall, pulled the duvet over his shoulders, and started snoring softly an hour ago. katsuki's touch changed from sleepy to needy, moving from your thighs to your ass, before squeezing your tits.
"katsuki.." you whispered and fluttered your eyes shut, melting into his touch.
"get some sleep." he muttered into your neck, trying to act like it was just a normal night. "it's late."
his words said one thing, but his actions said another. his boxers were hooked around his thighs and your damp underwear was pushed to the side. you felt the head of his cock pressing right against your slick walls.
he tilted his hips slowly, guiding his cock all the way inside you in one perfect push.
you dug your fingers into the sheets to stay quiet, gasping at how thick and full he felt from behind.
"fuck, you're so tight.." a rough growl left his lips against your neck, completely laced. moving in a slow, deep rhythm, he buried himself to the hilt every time his hips rolled forward.
"katsuki, please." you whimpered, burying your face into the pillow to muffle the desperate noises wanting to escape your throat. you couldn't tell if the pleasure was amplified because you had to be quiet, or because kirishima was in the very next bed. "he's right there.."
"don't worry about him. just take it." he grunted, his lips brushing your jawline as he picked up the pace. he gripped your hip tighter, holding you against his heavy, relentless thrusts. "yeah.. you like that? feel how wet you are for me?"
you could only nod frantically against the pillow, tears pricking your eyes from how good he felt.
"not too loud, baby.." his commanding whisper made you squeeze around him, and he hid his face in your hair, groaning softly as he hit your sweet spot over and over again. "good girl. shit—just like that." his voice dropped, low and strained.
meanwhile, on the other side of the hotel room, kirishima was fighting a losing battle with his own mind.
he wasn't asleep. he hadn't been asleep for the last ten minutes—sleep was a lost cause, leaving him wide awake with a stubborn hard-on.
he stared at the dark wallpaper just an inch from his face. he had woken up to the subtle shift in the room's atmosphere, and by the time he realized what was happening, it was way too late to fake a cough or sit up without making things incredibly awkward.
the wet slide of skin, your muffled gasps, and bakugo's deep, dirty talk cut through the quiet room like a chainsaw. it wasn't loud at all, but it was engraving itself deeply into his mind.
his own body was reacting to it. he was starting to wish he could see—every time he was a third wheel, he couldn't help but imagine you and katsuki having sex together. he even let himself fantasize about actually joining in.
just go to sleep, think about training, think about rocks.. he pleaded in his mind. but all he could think about was how you'd sound without holding back if it was just the two of you alone—the face you'd be making, how you'd be clawing at the bed or katsuki's hair.. dammit.
your shaky moans started to grow louder, cut off when katsuki covered your mouth with his hand right before the distinct, heavy thud of his hips moved faster.
you and katsuki were getting closer to the edge, and as kirishima slowly slid his hand underneath the waistband of his pants, he knew he'd be right there along with you two.
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𑣲 sucking katsuki off under the desk during his meeting. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
the glow of the laptop screen lit up katsuki’s face, showing him looking perfectly professional in a crisp button-up shirt while secretly miserable during a two-hour zoom meeting.
hidden below the desk line, the camera couldn't see that he was wearing nothing but black boxers. after all, he was in the comfort of his home.
he leaned back in his chair with a cocky smirk, his crimson eyes completely ignoring the boring charts to glance at you.
you stood in the doorway just out of the camera's view with your arms crossed, growing more impatient by the second after trying to get his attention for the past twenty minutes.
a quiet huff escaped his nose, completely amused by how annoyed you were. ignoring your frantic hand signs, he shifted his weight just to show off how relaxed he was.
his relaxation didn't last long when you checked the screen to see what was out of frame and vanished from his peripheral vision.
his smirk faltered for a second when he looked down, only to see you already crawling silently under the heavy oak desk like a shadow.
"moving on to the quarterly budget projections for the musutafu district." the speaker’s voice on the call filled the quiet room.
katsuki felt your warm hands slide up his bare thighs as you reached for him. he instantly stiffened in his chair, fighting to keep his focus on the zoom meeting, but he could already feel his dick hardening and straining against his boxers.
his fingers gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white as you palmed him through his boxers before slowly tugging them down.
before he could even give a silent warning, you wrapped your mouth around him.
the warmth of your throat overwhelmed him immediately. a sharp hiss caught in his throat, but he managed to choke it back at the last second and mask it as a rough cough. he quickly muted his microphone before they could hear anything else.
"Is everything alright, dynamight?" the agency director asked, noticing his posture on the screen.
katsuki's jaw clenched hard as a deep heat ran up his neck. underneath the desk, you swirled your tongue right around the tip, looking up through your lashes with pure mischief. you knew exactly what you were doing to him.
"fine." he managed to growl out, unmuting his mic for a split second before slamming it back on mute. his voice was way deeper and raspier than usual—thick and strained.
his professional composure was completely starting to shatter. he leaned forward and buried his face in his hand, pretending to overthink the budget charts while trying to hide his expression. his eyes fluttered shut as a quiet "fuck.." slipped past his lips.
his other hand crept down, threading his fingers through your hair to guide your movements.
you picked up the pace, bobbing your head rhythmically with your lips tight around him, sucking him in deep. he didn't give a damn about the zoom meeting anymore, he was ready to log off with a cheap excuse at any second.
"can't even wait, can you?" he groaned.part of him wanted to pull you off, to discipline you for being so reckless and impatient, but his fingers did the exact opposite—pushing himself deeper into your mouth. "fuckin' tease."
a mix of pleasure and frustration hooded his eyes as he looked down. whenever a colleague on the call asked a question, he had to forcefully lock every muscle in his body just to nod sharply, breathing in short, ragged puffs through his nose.
"gonna ruin you the second i'm off this call." his hips twitched up on instinct as he watched you intently with the silent promise burning in his eyes, knowing he was seconds away from filling your throat.
you were going to pay for this the very second he clicked leave meeting.
𑣲 katsuki takes over when you get too tired on top. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
you were riding him perfectly, making katsuki groan as his hands tighten on your thighs.
"look at how good you're taking it." katsuki muttered breathlessly, eyes locked on yours—he refuses to look away from such a hot sight.
yet, your hips twitch and you lose your rhythm until you stop completely, your soft whimper signaling your exhaustion.
"tired already? where'd all that mouth from earlier go?" katsuki remarks cockily, smiling at your exhaustion.
you whine as his hands grip your hips, gently forcing you forward and backward to grind on his dick. "you done being a brat now?" he was grinding your hips down until you can only whimper out a desperate—"please.."
he locks his arms around your waist, muttering a rough "hold onto me" before thrusting up roughly to finish the work you couldn't.
divided attention ɞ·˚ katsuki bakugo & eijiro kirishima x f!reader
𑣲 roommates, katsuki & eijiro, shows how badly they missed you. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
katsuki had been more explosive than usual during training, and eijiro had spent his off-hours staring at his phone, waiting for a text. the distance left a heavy tension between the two men, their constant arguing growing worse every day you were gone. you just had to take that trip..
when your plane finally landed, they were both waiting for you. katsuki drove home with a tight grip on the wheel while eijiro held your hand from the backseat, neither of them willing to let you go.
the moment you stepped through the front door, they wouldn't leave your side.
they both followed you like a shadow, clinging closely to you. hungry? katsuki quickly heated up your favorite food that he had cooked earlier. wanted a warm shower? eijiro started it at the perfect temperature.
honestly, what would you do without your wonderful, loving roommates?
but the sweet routine didn't last past the bedroom door. the second you stepped into the room in that towel, the lingering tension snapped.
"fuckin' missed you so much it hurts." katsuki mumbled against your inner thigh, pinning your legs back to finally bury his face between your thighs, eating you out with a desperate hunger.
eijiro was hovered over your side, marking up your neck with dark bruises. his fingers were squeezing your tits tightly, rolling your nipples as your back arched off the bed.
"look at you." eijiro murmured, lifting his head to look down at you with heavy eyes. "did you miss us this much, y/n?" of course you did.
you tried to answer, but katsuki's tongue swiped hard over your clit, turning your response into a loud moan. "don't ask her stupid shit when my mouth is full." katsuki grumbled against your wetness, his heavy hands locking onto your thighs. "just hold her down. she's about to break."
eijiro didn't hesitate, pinning your wrists above your head and locking his fingers with yours. "got her." he captured your loud whimpers with his lips onto yours while katsuki increased his pace until your hips buckled and you finally broke—thighs shaking as you came.
eijiro cooed softly against your lips, kissing away your breathless whimpers as your thighs continued to tremble. "that's it, good girl.." his thumb rubbed the back of your pinned hands.
the intense heat between you didn't fade for a second, and the sight of eijiro hovering over you—completely flushed and breathing heavily, made a desperate ache bloom deep in your chest. your mouth watered just thinking about tasting him after watching him hold his composure just to hold you down for katsuki.
he hovered over you, positioning himself right above your face. his hard, leaking cock nudged gently against your bottom lip. right on cue, you parted your lips eagerly, tilting your head back to take him all the way into your mouth.
letting out a guttural groan, eijiro’s hands tangled into your hair as he gently rolled his hips, letting you rest on your back while listening to your soft gags. "damn, your mouth feels good.." he whispered, more to himself, as he began to slide slowly against your tongue. "suck it, sweet girl. you really wanted this, huh?"
while you focused on eijiro, katsuki settled between your legs, hands smoothing over your thighs before gripping your hips possessively. "gonna fuck you so good. you'll feel me for a week.." he rasped, aligning his thick tip perfectly at the entrance of your soaked pussy.
the slow stretch of katsuki filling you completely made you moan against eijiro's dick.
they both groaned at the tight feel of you. "stretchin' around me like you were made for me." katsuki grumbled, smirking before he immediately broke into a fast pace. "absolute slut for both of us."
"she's so perfect." eijiro choked out, tightening his grip in your hair as katsuki's brutal pace made your throat clamp down. "look at how much she missed us."
"fuckin' better have." katsuki growled, pounding deep into you. "thought about this the whole time you were gone, didn't you? couldn't wait to get filled by both of us." he wasn't wrong—you were starved for their touch. you practically rolled your hips against katsuki's heavy thrusts while swallowing eijiro as deep as you could.
your breathless whimpers and the grip around katsuki's cock showed exactly how much you missed—needed them.
eijiro stared down at your flushed face, his eyes heavy with devotion. "you're doing so good for us.. almost there.."
katsuki gripped your waist, lifting you higher to angle you perfectly for his deep thrusts. "she's breaking again." he exhaled, his voice sounding raspy and needy. "fuck—gonna fill you up."
it was completely overwhelming. as katsuki hammered into you and eijiro filled your mouth, a huge wave of pleasure hit you. your walls clamped down around katsuki in a tight orgasm, pulsing so hard it pushed him right over the edge. he buried himself deep inside you, pumping thick ropes of semen deep against your cervix.
"f-fuck, i can't—" a split second later, eijiro let out a ragged, trembling sigh, his hips twitching forward as he came heavily down your throat, filling your mouth with his sweet, thick warmth.
every desperate touch made it clear just how starved they'd been for you, and by the greedy way you clung yourself to them, it was obvious the feeling was entirely mutual.
𑣲 your best friend, katsuki, gives you a lesson on giving head. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
the tv buzzed in the background of your bedroom, but neither of you paid attention to the screen. propped against the headboard, katsuki scrolled through his phone with his usual scowl. you sat cross-legged at the opposite end of the bed, staring up at the ceiling—utterly exhausted from venting.
"i'm just saying." you groaned, throwing a pillow at his leg. "it's frustrating. how are we supposed to just know what to do? it's not like there's a manual for it."
without looking up from his screen, katsuki caught the pillow with one hand and tossed it aside. "it's not calculus, idiot." he muttered. "you just do it. it's technique."
"easy for you to say." you rolled your eyes, turning to face him. "you act like an expert on everything."
"i don't act like it." he smirked. "i just am." he said cockily, finally dropping his phone onto the mattress to lock his eyes onto yours. "and if whoever you were with was complaining, they probably didn't know what they wanted anyway." he sneered. "or you were just terrible, which is highly likely.."
"i wasn't terrible." you shot back, a flush of heat creeping up your neck—half frustration, half embarrassment. "i just.. i don't know if i'm doing it right. the angles are weird, my jaw gets tired, and i feel like i'm just guessing the whole time. i wish someone would just tell me exactly what to do without it being a whole awkward thing."
katsuki scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. the room fell quiet as the casual banter suddenly felt heavier. his eyes narrowed as he tracked the flush on your cheeks, letting out a sharp click of his tongue.
"you're pathetic." he muttered, his usual sharp tone replaced by a low roughness. he slid down the bed deliberately until his knees nearly brushed yours. "if you're gonna do something, you don't guess. you do it right."
you blinked, caught off guard by how close he suddenly was. "what is that supposed to mean?"
"you're never gonna get it just listening to me talk." he muttered, his hand moving to the tied strings of his sweatpants. "move over."
a mix of nerves and excitement hit you when you looked down and saw the outline of his dick against the grey fabric. "katsuki? what are you doing?"
"giving you a practical lesson so you can quit whining." he slid his sweatpants down to his thighs, just enough to free himself. he was already leaking, getting thick and heavy just from listening to you complain all night. "you want to learn how to do it right? practice on someone who's actually gonna tell you the truth."
you'd seen him half-naked for years after workouts or just lounging around, but this was entirely different. the reality of your best friend sitting on your bed, completely exposed and waiting for you, made your skin tingle with sudden anticipation. there was no point in lying now—you secretly wanted this for years. it was always a fantasy.
closing the final bit of distance, you slowly knelt right between his thighs. he stayed entirely still, eyes tracking your every move while his clenched jaw, trying and failing to hide the sudden heat on his cheeks.
"don't just dive in." he commanded softly, his hand reaching out to cup the back of your neck, his thumb resting right against your pulse point. "use your hands first."
you reached out and wrapped your fingers right around the base of his cock. you wanted him all at once, staring at the slick, pink head. his breath hitched sharply through his nose as his fingers tightened just a bit against your neck.
"like this?" you whispered, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
"yeah.." he grumbled, his eyes darker than before. "now, look at me while you do it. don't look down like you're ashamed of what you're doing. own it."
following his words, you leaned forward, parting your lips and letting the warmth of your breath brush against the sensitive tip. katsuki's hips gave a slight twitch upward.
"good." he muttered, his voice strained now—cracking under the physical reality of your mouth inches away from him. "now.. wrap your lips over your teeth. completely. if i feel a single scratch, lesson's over."
you took him in slowly, testing the waters. the size of him filled your mouth, and you focused entirely on the sensation, swirling your tongue around the tip just like he had hinted earlier.
a low hiss escaped from him—a noise you had never heard him make before. it sent a thrill of pure power straight down your spine.
"f-fuck.." he choked out, his fingers tangling into your hair. "just like that—keep that exact pressure. you're doing fine.. too damn fine."
you swirled your tongue over the sensitive ridge again, tasting the sweetness of his arousal. hearing that raw, breathless praise leave his lips—sounds he usually kept locked tightly behind closed doors or buried under angry scoffs—sent a jolt of pure adrenaline straight through you.
"take more of it." you sank lower, taking him deep until his tip touched the back of your throat. "yeah, there we go.." his fingers trembled where they tangled in your hair, entirely caught up in the pleasure of a lesson he was supposed to be scolding you for.
knowing you had this effect on katsuki, it didn't just motivate you—it made you want to push him even further. you tightened your grip around his base, using your hand to mimic the upward slide of your mouth as you took him a little deeper, just like he instructed.
"ah—fuck." a heavy groan left him as his head snapped back against the mattress, his hips rolling up into your mouth in a helpless, automatic reaction to the sudden suction. he squeezed his eyes shut, his jaw straining so hard the cords in his neck stood out. "are you.. shit.. did you seriously even need the fucking help?"
you stayed quiet, humming softly against his skin. the sudden, muffled vibration shot straight through him, shattering whatever control he had left.
"f-fast learner, my ass." he choked out, his breath hitching as you picked up the pace, sliding your lips up and down his length with perfect pressure. "you're doing this on purpose. damn it, y/n.."
he opened his eyes, and they were completely dark, blown out with a mixture of sheer disbelief and overwhelming pleasure. the fierce, confident look he always wore was entirely gone, replaced by a heavy hunger that made the air in your bedroom feel thick and suffocating. he looked down at you, his chest heaving.
Your mouth was warm, wet, and wrapping around him so perfectly that it was starting to feel overwhelming. the friction was becoming too much, heat pooling low in his gut too quickly.
"wait—" katsuki suddenly rasped, his fingers tightening in your hair, firmly but gently pulling your head back until you were forced to release him with a soft pop.
you let out a quiet gasp, blinking up at him with flushed cheeks, a thin strand connecting your wet lips to the glistening tip of his dick.
he panted, shoulders heaving as he stared down at you with a red face. he swallowed hard, his hips giving a frustrated little twitch the second he lost the intense warmth of your mouth.
"this was supposed to be a fuckin' lesson." he grumbled as he brought his thumb up to your chin, gripping it just tightly enough to force you to keep eye contact.
he dragged his thumb over your wet lower lip, staring intently at your face. the look in your eyes told him everything—you weren't done with him yet.
"you want to keep going?" he whispered, his gaze dropping to your mouth before flicking back to your eyes. "or are you satisfied? 'cause you clearly know exactly what the hell you're doing. you don't need my damn help."
you finally got it—the real secret to giving good head was actually wanting to do it. and you wanted nothing more.
𑣲 except katsuki wants more than casual. — PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX
The night was supposed to be about celebrating.
Success had the venue loud, with all your friends crammed around a massive table to unleash weeks worth of pent-up energy.
Mina was already in the middle of a loud, energetic story about a villain arrest, Kaminari was downing his second round, and Sero and Kirishima were laughing right along with them.
With everyone ecstatic, it was a clear picture of how great their lives were.
Except for Katsuki—He sat completely sober with his arms crossed, babysitting the neglected glasses on the table.
His silence usually meant he was ignoring the background noise, but tonight his dark eyes were locked onto a single target. You, of course. What a surprise..
You were already a few drinks deep, entirely loose, and laughing louder than he had heard you laugh in weeks. Because you were buzzed, your usual professionalism had completely melted away.
You threw your head back laughing before leaning into Denki's shoulder, playfully brushing his arm as you teased him about a selfie on his screen.
Every time you smiled or let your hand linger on someone else, Katsuki's eyes burned a hole straight through you. He didn't care who saw the look on his face.
The memory of his own text drove him crazy, flashing in his mind like a warning sign: Just reminding you who actually gets your attention.
Right now, everyone else had it.
The breaking point arrived when you came stumbling toward him, which resulted in him shoving a glass of water into your hand, only to watch you spill it right down your chin and chest.
He immediately grabbed napkins to wipe you dry, but when he looked up, the look you gave him caught him entirely off guard—like you wanted to devour him right there in front of everyone.
That was his final straw.
His hand clamped firmly around your wrist, just enough to steady you and stop whatever the hell you were planning to do next.
"We're getting some air." Katsuki snapped at the others, leaving zero room for argument. "Before she completely embarrasses herself."
"Hey, don't be a buzzkill, Bakugo!" Kaminari whined, but one lethal glare from the blond completely silenced him.
Without another word, Katsuki dragged you through the noisy, crowded bar. You stumbled a little in your drunken state, giggling softly as the room spun.
His grip never slipped until he pushed open the heavy glass doors of the venue.
The cold night air hit you like a physical slap. It sent a sudden shiver through your system, but did nothing to clear the heavy fog of alcohol in your veins. The sidewalk was dark and entirely empty, illuminated by the low amber glow of a streetlamp.
Katsuki guided you directly over to his car, which was parked right out front. His movement was firm but controlled as he backed you up against the metal frame. Pressed between the freezing cold of the metal and the radiating heat of Katsuki's body, your breath hitched.
He loomed over you, trapping you between his frame and the car.
He tried to act like the responsible one. He tried to put up the facade of the irritated friend, leaning in way too close as he lowly muttered to you. "What the hell is wrong with you tonight, huh?"
"You're acting like a damn idiot. Loud as hell, touching every fuckin' extra at the table—"
"Shut up, Katsuki.." You cut off his lecture with a breathless laugh. "You're the only one in that entire room I actually wanted to touch."
"I know we agreed on what we have, but all I ever wanted is you.. All of you, Kats." Everything faded into a heavy silence as your eyes went low-lidded, heavy with the alcohol and something far more dangerous, unable to look away from his lips.
Your hands lifted, slowly sliding up his chest to gently fiddle with the top button of his black button-up shirt.
The anger in Katsuki's eyes melted into pure, raw hunger. The lecture died right in his throat, and he went completely silent, his breathing turning shallow.
The effortless hold you had on him was impossible to ignore, burning hotter and stronger than the alcohol in your system. Katsuki leaned down closer, dropping the angry act. He was inches away, about to shatter the rules and kiss you right there on the spot.
Anyone looking out from inside had their view completely blocked; all they could see was the broad view of his back, completely shielding you. It was dark enough outside that no paparazzi could ever get a clean shot—He was past the point of giving a shit.
You knew better than to do this in public. Saying no was the only way to protect the boundaries, keep the arrangement safe, and keep from falling entirely over the edge. Anyone could walk past at any moment. But you couldn't stop—You just didn't want to anymore.
Instead of pushing him away, you took a firm grip of his collar and pulled him down with a tight tug.
The kiss was deep, passionate, and utterly desperate. He could taste the alcohol you'd been drinking right off your lips and tongue.
Every ounce of jealousy and suffocating frustration from watching you touch others at the bar poured right into the crash of your lips.
Katsuki let out a low, ragged groan. His large hand came up to cup your jaw tightly while his other arm locked around your waist, pulling you completely flush against his body until there wasn't a single inch of space left between you.
It was filled with a hidden truth neither of you could voice. Hidden by the darkness of the street and wrapped in the shadow of his broad shoulders, the rest of the world simply vanished.
When he finally broke the kiss just enough for air, his forehead rested against yours. Both of your chests rose and fell with heavy breaths, the scent of alcohol and his signature cologne swirling between you.
The 'casual friendship' was officially dead, and in the heavy silence of the night, both of you knew it.
Katsuki's thumb gently wiping the corner of your mouth, though he refused to let you step away from the car just yet.
He insisted you weren't going back inside until you calmed down and got some fresh air, holding you close while the alcohol settled in your system.
By the time you both stepped back inside the noisy Izakaya, a warm smile settled on your face, walking ahead while he followed behind you with his hands in his pockets, looking much more relaxed than before.
Everyone would have genuinely thought that you two had just gone out for a perfectly normal, aggressive conversation—if it weren't for the unmistakable shimmer of your lipgloss faintly glistening on his lips.
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❥ IN WHICH, Y/N and Katsuki had always been stubbornly alike—a trait built over years of childhood friendship that was finally turning into something much deeper.
"Put it on."
"I don't want your stupid bandaid." The two kids kept bickering, just like they always did.
"Take it, dumbass! You're bleeding on the sand!"
"I don't care! It doesn't even hurt!"
It did hurt, but admitting that meant letting Katsuki win, and Y/N would rather eat the sand than give him the satisfaction. They had been like this since they were old enough to speak—far too stubborn to back down.
To everyone else, Katsuki was terrifying, but to Y/N, he was just a angry boy who thought he was the boss.
"You're an idiot." Katsuki huffed and dropped to one knee, grabbing her ankle with a grip that was far softer than his harsh voice.
"Now shut up and hold still." He muttered in deep concentration as he slapped the bandage on before standing up to look down at her with a proud smirk. "There. Now stop crying about it."
"I wasn't crying!" Y/N yelled, scrambling to her feet to match his height, glaring at him with a flushed face. "You're the one who's gonna be crying when my ankle heals!"
"Like hell I will!" Katsuki barked back, popping a tiny spark from his right palm. "Your ankle's weak anyway! I could beat you even if you had rocket boosters on your feet!"
"My ankle is not weak!" Y/N stomped her good foot into the dirt. "I just tripped because the stupid rock got in my way! It has nothing to do with me!"
"You tripped because you weren't looking where you were going, blindy!"
"I am not clumsy!"
"Are too!"
Even as pro heroes years later, they still held onto the same stubborn attitude they had as kids.
A fierce storm raged outside, but the silence inside Dynamight's office was heavy.
Y/N sat on the desk with her legs dangling, her hero costume peeled back to reveal the deep cut across her forearm. She stared hard at the floor with a clenched jaw, ignoring the dark bruise forming around the stopped wound.
Katsuki stood between her knees, still in his costume with his gauntlets tossed carelessly by the door. He stood there holding a bottle of antiseptic and a fresh roll of medical gauze.
He was no doctor, but caring for her was a routine he knew by heart. Especially since her ego never allowed any non-professional to handle her wounds. He was surprisingly calm after pulling her out of the storm, replacing his typical loud lecturing with a heavy tension.
"I can do it." Y/N muttered, her voice rough. She reached for the gauze, her hand trembling just the slightest from exhaustion—which didn't go unnoticed by him. "It's just a scratch. I've had worse."
Staring at her hand without letting go of the roll, he told her to shut up in a low, raspy whisper.
Pressing the antiseptic to her arm made her sharply inhale, but she refused to cry out, gripping the desk with all her might. She did everything she could to keep her composure and hide her breaking point from him.
"You're an idiot." His low voice broke the silence while his hands worked with steady precision, gently wrapping the gauze around her cut. "You always do this. You think you're invincible."
"I did what I had to do." She whispered, her eyes tracking the movement of his hands. He was so close she could feel the heat radiating off his chest, wrapping around her in the chilly room. "If I didn't take the hit, the villain would have—"
"I don't care about the damn villain." Katsuki's voice carried a rare emotion he almost never let surface. He pulled the gauze tight and left his thumb resting on her wrist, finally looking up to lock his fierce eyes onto hers. "I had it covered. You don't jump in front of a blade for me. Never."
The space between them felt nearly non-existent, charged with years of unsaid things, of boundaries they constantly pushed but never crossed.
The stubbornness that usually kept them apart felt different tonight—it felt like a protective wall they were both leaning against, desperate not to let the other see how terrified they actually were.
"I'm not going to just watch you get hurt, Katsuki." Her voice was softer now, losing its defensive edge. "You know I can't do that."
He glanced briefly at her lips before locking his eyes back onto hers. His grip on her wrist tightened just enough to let her feel the tremor in his own fingers.
He hated it—He hated how much she mattered, how easily she could throw him off his focus just by being careless with her own safety.
"Then get stronger." He grumbled, lingering for a moment as he finished the bandage before stepping back. "So I don't have to waste my time patching you up."
Y/N looked down at the perfect bandage on her arm, looking back up with a small, bittersweet smile once he turned away to throw away the trash.
"You're a terrible nurse, Katsuki."
"Keep talking and I'll rip it off." He muttered back, though the tension in his shoulders had finally begun to ease.
When the silence softened, he stepped forward and caught her staring at his lips, causing a small smirk to form as he leaned in close to read her mind.
"You done talking shit?" He used the quiet voice he saved only for her.
"If I'm not?" A small smirk slowly mirrored his own as she whispered back.
"I can think of a few ways to stop you from talking." He made his solution perfectly clear, hooking his finger under her chin to tilt her head up.
Perhaps something had changed after all these years, something much sweeter.
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oh my god i love your writting like its perfect and allthose amazing senarios and ideas all those interesting situations like katsuki is my favourite mha character and reading all is so fun like you are amazing!
please ignore any errors my keyboard has been acting up lately
awww thank you so much, this made my day (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) katsuki is also my absolute fav which makes it so fun to write, so hearing that you enjoy my scenarios & ideas means so much to me!! ♡♡ tysm for sending this to me you're so sweet ♡
𑣲 you always admired katsuki's strength. especially when he used his strength on you in all the right ways. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
he took every chance to carry you, lifting you effortlessly from the car to the front door when your feet were tired.
and when you were both too eager to wait, unable to even reach the bedroom—he held you up easily, hands gripping your ass while he buried himself inside you, legs locked tightly around his waist.
otherwise, he’d simply toss you over his shoulder and take you to bed.
he changed positions with ease, shifting your body effortlessly. he’d pin your hands above your head or push your legs back to hit the perfect angle.
hands held behind your back when fucking you from behind, pinning you to the mattress with a hand on your back—completely ruining you.
using his strength on you was never to hurt you, only to care for you deeper.
𑣲 except katsuki wants more than casual. — PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX
Complain about the stress, hook up in private, make each other feel good—call it a friendship, and repeat. A perfect strategy to avoid the vulnerability of a real relationship.
So what the hell was on his screen right now?
He gripped his phone so tight he completely forgot about his workout. The sun was barely up, but he was already frozen in the empty gym, staring at a blog post that took only thirty minutes to blow up.
"Pro Hero Y/N spotted with a special someone! Is a new romance blossoming?" The bold, obnoxious headline was completely impossible to miss.
Katsuki glared at the photo, which was obviously the work of some parasite photographer who didn't know the meaning of privacy.
But he knew exactly how the internet worked, always making assumptions miles away from the truth. If you really went out on a date, you would've had the decency to tell him and cut ties—or so he hoped.
He shut his phone off and tossed it aside, grabbing a pair of heavy dumbbells in a useless attempt to erase the image from his mind.
Heavy lifting usually cleared his mind, but today the weights felt light. Too light. Not even a brutal workout could distract him from that damn photo. The image of some extra sitting across from you at a cafe, smiling while you drank your coffee.. It drove him fucking insane.
He also wasn't about to force an explanation from you or be up your ass. He had no right to be this pissed when you two weren't even in a fucking relationship. Still, he wasn't about to sit around and let his chest burn all morning.
Your morning had started out busy but peaceful, but that didn't last for long. "Thank you so much for taking the time to meet for coffee and go over everything, Y/N—I promise I won't let the agency down." Looking at how perfectly he carried himself in his professional attire, you knew he’d be an asset to the agency.
"I know you won't. See you tomorrow!" You waved goodbye and watched him disappear around the corner toward the train station.
With the meeting wrapped up, you pulled out your phone and sighed in relief, completely unaware that your quiet morning was about to end. Your screen lit up with a flood of notifications. Your agency’s media team, group chats, tags on social media—It was a mess of missed alerts that had piled up over the last half hour.
Your eyes didn't waste a second lingering on the media frenzy. Everything else completely blurred the exact second you saw a single, demanding text sitting right at the top of your lock screen.
Katsuki.
You froze right there on the sidewalk. Forgetting the rest of the internet completely, You instantly tapped the only notification that actually mattered right now.
Katsuki : Who the hell is the guy.
Y : Good morning to you too! What guy?
Katsuki : Don't play dumb with me.
Katsuki : The cafe. Who is he.
Y : Relax, it’s just the new sidekick hire. My assistant is out sick so I had to do his onboarding over coffee.
Y : It’s strictly work, Kats.
Katsuki stared at the words, his thumb hovering over the screen. You weren't seeing someone else. You hadn't replaced him.
But his possessiveness didn't care about paperwork or sick assistants. It cared about the fact that the entire internet was matching you up with someone else, while what you and him had going on was forced to stay hidden in the dark.
Katsuki : Tell him to keep his distance.
Katsuki : The internet is already shipping you two. It's annoying as hell.
Y : Wow are you jealous that someone else had my attention?
Katsuki : Shut up. I couldn't care less about that. It’s just pathetic how clueless everyone is.
Katsuki : They have no fucking idea that I’m the only one who gets to hear how loud you really get.
Y : Sounds like you're reminiscing, Bakugo. Are you missing me already?
Katsuki : In your dreams. Just reminding you who really gets your attention.
Y : Loud and clear, loudmouth.
Y : I gotta start my shift before the agency completely loses it. Stay safe today, Kats!
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