summary: you and bakugo finally do it, so after you see him on a coach getting close to another girl you can’t help but feel jealous. but, little do you know, bakugo is even more jealous.
wc: 2k (this is a rewritten version of a fic from my old account) | angst, fluff, jealousy, kirishima is d1 instigator.
the party was loud and packed, everyone squeezed into the living room while music was blasting. you’d only been dating katsuki for three months and last night changed everything between you two. however now at this party, you’d been trying to relax, telling yourself everything was fine, but your eyes kept drifting back to him.
katsuki had ended up on the couch, and there was a girl sitting beside him. from where you were standing, the angle made it look like she was right up against him, leaning in like they were sharing something meant to be private. your chest tightened in jealousy before you could rationalise it.
you tried to focus on your drink, tried to listen to whatever your mate was saying, but your attention kept slipping. from where you were standing, it made it look like him and that girl were too close to just be casually tallking. the sight messed with your head, the intensity from the last night still fresh in your mind and stirring up feelings you didn’t want to admit you had.
you didn’t mean to fall apart like that, but the second you stepped into the spare room and shut the door, everything just spilled over. the noise from the party felt far away, but your thoughts were still racing, and the whole thing hit you harder than you expected. you sat on the edge of the bed, trying to breathe through it, wiping your face with the back of your hand even though the tears kept coming.
the door opened a crack, and momo slipped inside like she already knew where you’d gone. she didn’t say anything at first, just came over and sat beside you, her presence steady and familiar.
“i knew something was off,” she said gently. “what happened?”
before you could answer, kirishima stepped in behind her, closing the door with a careful push. he looked between you and momo, concern written all over him.
“hey, we’ve been looking everywhere,” he said, crouching down a little so he could see your face. “you alright?”
you shook your head, trying to get the words out. “i saw katsuki sitting with some girl. it looked bad from where i was standing. i know it probably wasn’t, but it just… got to me becuast last night was the first me and bakugo finally you know”
momo and kirishima nodded like they both understood what the 'you know' was straight away.
“you’ve had a lot on your mind. it makes sense you’d feel things stronger tonight," says momo.
kirishima leaned in a bit, his voice honey. “anyone would’ve reacted the same. you care about him heaps, and that makes everything feel bigger.” he gave you a small grin, which was little too charming for someone who was supposed to just be checking on you. “and honestly, if he knew you were in here crying, he’d be kicking himself. you deserve better than feeling like this.”
you let out a shaky breath, finally looking at him. he held your gaze for a moment, like he wanted to make sure you believed him.
“it’s not just that,” you admitted quietly. “everything’s been… a lot. i’m just more on edge than usual.”
momo squeezed your arm. “you’re not alone. we’re here, alright?”
kirishima nodded, “yeah. we’ve got you.”
momo stayed with you until your breathing settled and the shaking in your hands eased. she didn’t rush you or ask too many questions, just stayed close and spoke to you in that calm way she always had. once you finally nodded, she helped you stand and brushed a bit of hair away from your face.
“let’s go back out,” she said gently. “you don’t have to talk to anyone if you don’t want to. i’ll stay with you.”
you followed her out of the room, trying to look normal even though your eyes still felt warm and your head felt heavy. the music hit you again as soon as you stepped into the hallway, and you tried to blend into the crowd like nothing had happened.
but katsuki saw you instantly.
he stood up so fast it startled the people around him. his eyes locked onto you like he’d been searching for you the whole time, and he pushed through the crowd without looking away. before you could even say his name, he pulled you straight into his arms, holding you tight like he’d been waiting for you to come back.
“where’d you go?” he muttered, but there was no bite in his voice. it was full of worry.
you tried to smile, “just needed a minute.”
he leaned back enough to look at your face, and the moment he saw your eyes, his whole expression changed. the usual fire in him dropped into something warm and protective, it was a look which he only reserves for you.
“what happened?” he asked, voice low. “you look… upset.”
you shook your head quickly. “i’m fine. i just got a headache.”
katsuki frowned, not believing a single word. he lifted a hand and brushed your hair back, his touch careful in a way that made your stomach twist. “a headache doesn’t make you look like that.”
you swallowed, trying to keep your voice steady. “i’m okay. really.”
he didn’t argue, but the worry in his eyes didn’t fade. he wrapped his arm around you again, pulling you closer like he needed to keep you near.
“you should’ve told me,” he said quietly. “i would’ve gone with you to help out with this 'headache' of yours.”
you felt yourself relax into him without meaning to. he held you like you were the only thing he cared about in the room.
“stay with me,” he murmured. “i’m not letting you wander off again.”
you were still pressed against katsuki, trying to steady yourself, when you heard footsteps behind you. before you could turn around, kirishima walked past with that easy grin he always carried, not even slowing down as he spoke and he placed his hand on bakugo's shoulder.
“you okay, y/n? from earlier, i mean. bakugo, man... she was crying like crazy, but it’s alright, i took care of it,” he said, tossing the words over his shoulder like it was nothing, and then he kept walking straight into the crowd without waiting for a reply.
you felt katsuki’s whole body tense. it was so sudden you almost stumbled. his hand slipped from your waist as he spun halfway around, shoulders rising, jaw tightening, and you could see the exact moment he decided he was going to grab kirishima by the collar and demand answers. he took one step forward, muscles coiled like he was ready to start something right there in the middle of the party.
you reacted without thinking, grabbing his arm with both hands and pulling him back toward you. “katsuki, stop,” you said, your voice firm enough to cut through the noise around you.
he turned back to you, eyes blazing with a mix of anger and worry. “why the hell was he saying you were crying? what happened? who did something to you?” he asked, the words coming out in one long breath, like he couldn’t hold them in.
you shook your head, trying to calm him before he exploded. “no one did anything to me,” you said, even though your voice wavered. “please don’t go after him. it’s not his fault.”
katsuki stepped closer, his expression shifting from anger to something far more serious. “then tell me what’s going on,” he said, his voice softer but still intense. “you don’t cry like that for no reason.”
you looked down for a moment, trying to gather the courage to say it out loud. your hands were still holding his arm, and he didn’t pull away. he waited, eyes fixed on you like nothing else mattered.
“i saw you sitting next to that girl,” you finally said, the words spilling out in one long breath. “from where i was standing, it looked like she was right up against you, and i know it probably wasn’t what it looked like, but it hit me harder than it should’ve... especially after i trusted you with uhh last night”
katsuki blinked, the anger draining from his face as he realised what you meant. you kept going before you lost your nerve.
“i’ve been feeling a bit all over the place today,” you admitted. “and when i saw that, it just… got to me. that’s why i cried"
katsuki let out a slow breath, stepping even closer until his forehead nearly touched yours. “you should’ve told me,” he said. “i would’ve explained it straight away...wait, what girl?”
"uhh the one when lil wayne was playing...like on the coach when everyone was doing shots" you say trying ton recall the bad memory.
katsuki stared at you like he couldn’t believe what he had just heard, his brows pulling together as if the idea itself didn’t make sense to him. he let out a breath that sounded almost frustrated, but not at you, more at the situation itself, and he shook his head slowly while keeping his eyes fixed on yours.
“i didn’t even know her damn name,” he said, the words coming out in a long, rough stream, as if he needed you to understand that there was absolutely nothing behind what you saw, not even a hint of interest or intention.
the honesty in his voice mixed with the way he looked at you made something inside you loosen, and before you could stop yourself, a small laugh slipped out, the kind that came with a sigh because the whole thing suddenly felt so ridiculous and heavy at the same time. katsuki’s expression softened the moment he heard it, like the sound eased something in him too.
he lifted his hands and brought them to your cheeks, his palms warm and familiar as he held your face with a care that didn’t match the way he acted with anyone else. his thumbs moved slowly along your skin, steady and grounding, and he kept his gaze on you like he wanted to make sure you believed every word he had said.
“you’ve got nothing to worry about, i'm completely smitten for you and only you” he murmured, his voice low and certain, and you know he means every word of it.
katsuki kept his hands on your cheeks for a moment longer, his thumbs moving slowly as if he was trying to settle every leftover worry you had. he let out a long breath, the kind that sounded like he was finally letting the tension leave his body, and then he shook his head with a mix of disbelief and frustration that wasn’t aimed at you at all.
“next time something like this happens, you come straight to me,” he said, his voice steady but carrying that familiar edge he always had when he cared too much. “don’t go asking the likes of shitty hair and co for help. he doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing.”
the way he said it made you let out a laugh, the kind that slipped out before you could stop it, and you felt your shoulders relax as the last of the earlier panic faded. you looked up at him with a small smile, unable to help yourself.
“you jealous?” you asked, the words coming out teasing him, you didn’t even try to hide your giggles, because the way he was acting made it far too obvious.
katsuki didn’t look away, not even for a second. instead, he stepped closer, his hands still holding your face like he didn’t trust himself to let go just yet. his eyes softened into something he only ever showed you, and his voice dropped into something honest.
“of course i am,” he said, the words rolling out without hesitation. “how the hell am i not meant to be when i’ve got someone as beautiful as you standing here acting like you don’t even realise it.”
your breath caught, not because he said it loudly or dramatically, but because he said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and it wasn’t even up for debate. he kept looking at you with that same intensity and it made everything else in the room fade into the background.
“i’m not losing you to anyone,” he added, his hands still warm against your skin. “not happening, especially over dumb shit like this."
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a/n: this was literally my fav bakugo fic so yk i had to rewrite and upload it :p !! also pls ignore typos (if there are any) i have a busy week with work and uni so i’ll try and fix it when i have free time <3
Summary: Bakugou’s not a fan of your friends in any way shape or form. They have animosity toward you but he can’t get you to see it. So now he has to call in some dear friends of his own.
wordcount: 1.5k
Warnings: cursing, one mention of sex (no smut though), jealous friends, and drinking.
And they’re all females too. Not a single boy in sight.
But they irritate him to no end. And no, not because they’re loud (because he expects that from you anyways). And it’s not because they air out unnecessary details about their sex life.
But they’re both very passive aggressive. Which is not something he would normally care about, had it not been towards you.
They always had these snide remarks about you that you seemed completely oblivious to.
Like this one time, you’d managed to convince Bakugou to come with you on a triple date with your two friends (which was not easy).
That day you decided on wearing the outfit you spent hours making in the mall previously the day before.
When you arrived at the designated meet up spot one of you friends spoke up almost immediately, “You’re actually so brave for wearing that!” Katsuki was taken aback by the comment whereas you didn’t even flinch.
Later that night back at home when he asked you about it, he was even more confused by your answer:
“Suki don’t be dramatic. It’s not that big of a deal.”
He blinked at you as if he couldn’t possibly understand where your thoughts process was at. “What? ‘Course it’s a big damn deal, she insulted you.”
“Oh Kats.”
“No don’t oh Kats me. She was dead wrong.”
Ignoring him you grabbed your clothes and headed to your shared bathroom to wash up for the night.
From that day on he noticed their little backhanded remarks, and they absolutely drove him up the wall.
“This place is so upscale and you’re so well mannered. You act like this is normal for you.”
“It’s cute how confident you’ve gotten.”
“You want to be main character so bad. Just kidding!”
“I mean if you like it…I love it.”
They were slowly tearing Katsuki apart every time they opened their mouths. It was driving him insane. And the worst part about it all, was that you refused to speak up or let him speak up for you.
His last straw is when the four of attended a local party together and you decided to walk off and leave him with your friends.
“Where the hell do ya think yer going?” He grabbed you by the arm as you tried to make an exit.
“Relax Kats, I’m going to the bathroom really quick.”
“Just go when we get home.”
“Are you serious?” You examined him, brows furrowed yet knit together in almost a sense of worry and desperation. “What’s the matter Suki?”
“Nothin’ I just…” his eyes trailed back to your friends who were howling in the background-rowdy and loud as ever, spilling the beverage in their cups everywhere.
You looked back at him and nodded, “I’ll be back soon, don’t worry. They probably won’t even notice that you didn’t go with me.”
You couldn’t have been more WRONG.
The second you were out of sight one of your “friends” approached him, “Where’d (Name) go?”
He scoffed as she stumbled over he own legs, already tipsy not even an hour into the party. “You didn’t ask her yer self? You just let yer friend walk away alone in a place full of unknowns?”
She shrugged, “She’s a big girl.” Then she laughed at her own joke but Katsuki found nothing to be funny. “Did you see her shoes? They were all wrong.”
His brow furrowed, “ ‘Scuse the hell outta me?”
“But I’ll tell you one thing she did do right.” Katsuki tensed up immediately as he felt a cold sensation on his left shoulder, “She picked out the perfect man.”
There was now a huge vein popping out of his forehead. He immediately brushed her hand off of his shoulder, attempting to not blow her up or any innocent bystanders.
He didn’t say a word, and only because he respects you. He simply walked towards the direction of the bathroom and waited for you to come out-and when you did, “Hey Kats, you couldn’t wait for-”
“We’re gettin’ the hell outta this place right now.” He grabbed you by your wrist (gently) and led you to the door.
“What’s wrong? What happened?”
No answer.
“Can I at least tell my friends that we’re leaving?”
“The hell you can.”
You never questioned it. Maybe you just didn’t want to know.
A couple days later your friends invited the both of you to lunch. “Can we go Kats please?”
Katsuki opened his mouth with a quickness to decline before getting a lightbulb. “Yea sure.”
“Pleaseeee Kats I know last time you didn’t have fun but this time-did you just say yes?”
He lowered the book he held to face you before cocking a brow. “Yes? Now quit buggin’ me before I change my mind dear.”
When you two made it to the restaurant you sat and waited for the two.
“I better text them and let them know what table we’re sitting at.”
“Don’t.” You stopped typing, “Why not?”
Katsuki sighed, “ ‘Cause they’re not coming.”
You sat up in your seat, “What do you mean they’re not coming Katsuki?”
“Texted ‘em to fuck off when you were in the shower.”
You could’ve been knocked over with a feather. “Excuse me?! Katsuki why in the world would you do that?” You started to shout causing people in the restaurant to stare.
He shrugged, “They’re idiots. They had nothin’ nice to say ‘bout you.” “So you told them off?!”
“Yea.”
“Katsuki I know you do a lot of messed up shit, but this is by far the craziest thing you’ve EVER-”
“Hey Bakugou!” You were interrupted by what you thought was the waiter coming to take your order. When you looked up there stood a girl-she was pink! She had medium lengthed pink hair as if she was growing it out, and horns that sprouted from her head.
“How have you been? Oh my GOSH! Is this your girlfriend!? She’s so cuteeeee!” She fawned over you as you stared in confusion.
“Don’t touch her racoon eyes.”
“Katsuki who is thi-”
“Hey Bakubro! Sorry we’re late. Kaminari here forgot to use the bathroom before he left.” Said a tall and lean man with spiky red hair, walking in alongside a few others.
‘Kaminari…Denki?’ You thought.
“Awe don’t tell Kacchan that, he’ll lecture me about it forever.” A shorter man with yellow hair and black streak spoke. The other two hadn’t spoken yet. A guy with black hair and a strong muscular build, and a girl with short purple hair that seemed to have a singular earphone jack connected to one of her earlobes.
‘Ohhh I get it.’ These were all of Katsuki’s old highschool friends. The name Denki sounded familiar because Katsuki had mentioned him a couple times before.
Katsuki sighed before facing you, “These are my friends. I never wanted to introduce them to you ‘cause they’re idiots.”
The pink girl gasped dramatically.
“But I figured with shitty friends like yours, you might need ‘em.”
“Enough about you Bakugou!” The pink girl slid into the booth seat in front of you, “What’s your name? I’m Mina Ashido!”
“Nice to meet you Mina, I’m (Name).” She smiled brightly at you, “Katsuki didn’t tell you my name?” You eyed him.
“Bakugou won’t tell us shit about you.” The black haired one slid into the seat you and Katsuki sat at, “My name’s Hanta Sero by the way.”
“Nope, not a single detail. I’m Ejirou Kirishima though, nice to meet you!” The red head sat down next to Mina.
“S’cause you’re all idiots.”
“But I’m sure you’ve heard about me.” Denki winked, earning a scowl from Katsuki.
“Oh I sure have.” You laughed as he sat next to Sero.
“I’m Kyouka Jirou.” The earphone jack girl smiled softly before filling the last empty spot next to Kirishima.
Safe to say you had a great time with the group. They had so many stories to tell which all intrigued you, not a single on was boring. You almost couldn’t believe that your boyfriend was apart of such a chaotic group…
“Oh shut up! I absolutely DEMOLISHED you back then, and I could do it right now too!” Bakugou was easily being rage baited by Kaminari’s antagonizing behavior.
Or maybe it did make sense to you that he was apart of such a chaotic group.
Everyone so clearly played a role in the group:
Mina - The fun outgoing one.
Kirishima - The overly friendly one (also Katsuki’s best friend)
Denki - The airhead and the flirt.
Sero - The laid back guy.
And Jirou - The quiet but friendly girl who hangs out with the squad more occasionally than the rest.
They were perfect. They made you laugh hard the entire time.
When no one was watching Bakugou leaned in to whisper to you, “Bet yer not missin’ yer so called friends now.”
You leaned back towards him, “Oh yeah they were crummy. Couldn’t stand them.”
Bakugou just stared at you, eyes narrowed and mouth agape.
“What? I just kept them around so I’d have friends to hang out with.”
He shook his head slightly, in a way that you couldn’t see the small smirk crawling onto his face. “Yer an idiot too. You fit in perfectly with the rest of ‘em.” He said nodding towards your new friends.
cw: explicit smut, profanity, reader has never been eaten out before, bakugo is an EATERRRR, reader is sexy asf and is oblivious asf too, our suki is a nervous wreck :(, oral (f!receiving), fingering, oral (m!receiving)towards the end but it’s not explicitly shown, idk if i missed anything but lmk if i did!
synopsis: it’s time for your annual movie night with your best friends! but what happens when they all cancel and you’re left alone with katsuki bakugo?
a/n: first time writing smut im scared. I HOPE YALL LIKE IT THO! bakubae is kinda ooc but it’s ok bc this is MY blog and MY man :p. reblogs and likes are immensely appreciated <3
8:07pm
you: movie nighttt how we feelin😛
rock hard: needed this… it’s been such a long week
calamari: WE are falling asleep on the couch tonight✌️
bakuhoe: if you drool on my couch ill fuckin kill you
calamari: is that a threat or a promise…😅
stickytape: ill bring snacks!
acido: i’ll bring the drinksssss
it’s been an annual tradition since you all graduated high school — you, mina, sero, denki, kirishima and bakugo find some time in your busy schedules to meet up, melt into the couch and watch some crap, low budget movies.
you love every single second of it, from the cackles between you and mina, murder threats being thrown around between bakugo and denki, and kirishima attempting at some shitty form of damage control. it’s the one day of the year where you step away from the daily burdens of life and get to relax with your friends like you’re back in UA.
the car ride to bakugo’s has you buzzing with excitement in your seat. it’s been such a long week, uni, work, sleep repeat, and this night is exactly what you need.
you arrive at the complex, feeling out of place in the marble floored lobby in your bright little pyjama shorts and oversized tee-shirt. you get stares from men in suits and women in business skirts.
you pull out your phone from your tote bag to text bakugo.
you: your neighbours need to get laid
bakuhoe: just come upstairs.
after an elevator ride that lasted a few days, you find yourself at bakugo’s front door. before you bring a hand up to knock at the door, it swings open
there stands bakugo, his form large and intimidating, casually dressed in a black wife beater and grey sweatpants hung low at his hips. your gaze following the tuft of hair hair that’s drawn at the centre of his v-line. his muscles are decorated in beautiful scars from hundreds of missions and battles, illuminated by the glow of his warm lamp inside. his crimson eyes give you a one over, and you feel your face burn at the attention. after all these years, how does he still have this effect on you?
“you just gonna stand there?”
your thoughts are interrupted by his callous voice, plump lips curving into a smirk. you roll your eyes and duck under his arm that holds the door open. he watches you as you make yourself comfortable in his space — carelessly flinging your tote bag at the kitchen counter and plopping right on top of the wide sofa in front of his mounted flat screen TV like you own the place. your gaze is drawn to your left, a view of the hustle and bustle of the whole city.
he’s moved behind the kitchen island, pouring popcorn into two separate bowls. you stretch your arms out, sliding until your head meets the fabric of the sofa.
“i made popcorn, don’t finish it all this time”
“that was ONE time, bakugo”
he lets out a low chuckle, making his way to the living area with the two bowls in hand. “if it happened once it’ll happen again”
“you cannot be talking,”, you start, “i’ve seen you eat three steaks in one sitting”
bakugo places one bowl on the glass coffee table at the centre. he takes his place next to you on the sofa, and rests the other bowl over his lap.
“at least that shit’s nutritious. the snacks you eat are full of crap-”
“yum!” you interrupt, sitting up to grab a handful from the bowl, pressing lightly into his crotch. his cheeks flush at the contact, eyes burning holes into the tv. has he always been this easy? you’re too busy munching on the popcorn to notice.
“bakugo please try it, it’s so good”
you take a bit of popcorn between your fingers and move it in circles underneath his nose in an attempt to entice him. you wiggle your eyebrows as you move closer to him, and he tries hard not to pay attention to the way your tits press against his side and how your palm rests on his upper thigh.
you have to be doing this on purpose, he thinks.
he frowns in contemplation, before he opens his mouth to let you feed it to him. you hum in delight as he chews, resting your head back on the sofa.
“tastes like shit” he mutters, before grabbing a handful for himself.
you giggle, taking the remote to start a romcom as you wait for the others to arrive.
the movie starts, and by the time you reach the 30 minute mark, you swear the temperature of the thermostat drops. your bare legs are littered in goosebumps.
“bit chilly,” you mutter.
bakugo wordlessly grabs a duvet that’s neatly folded on the headrest of the sofa, and places it over your lower half before taking his seat again. you hold the left side of the blanket up, gesturing for him to get under.
“my quirk keeps me war-”
“bakugo, it’s FREEZING”
“it’s not that cold for me it’s fi-”
you glare at him, and he gives in immediately.
he moves closer, the sheer weight of his body taking it’s place next to you makes you bounce. your legs tangle with his, and he instinctively rests his arm behind your head. you’re so warm and soft, you look up at him with the most gorgeous smile. he thinks, if you weren’t such a good friend, this would be the perfect time to kiss you. he pushes those thoughts to the back of his mind to focus his attention on the movie.
the night carries on, you laugh at some of the cheesy scenes and you swear you hear a small snort come from bakugo too. the others still haven’t arrived, but you doze off before you can check your phone for the time. bakugo lets your head rest on his shoulder, and feels a wave of sleepiness come over him as well.
10:30pm
acido: guys!! i’m so sorry, i was on the way from downtown, but i got called in for a mission nearby..
rock hard: me and sero were carpooling and got called in too… i think all the heroes within a 10km radius were alerted.
calamari: yea, i got called in too :(( missing you bkg
stickytape: if the mission doesn’t kill you bakugo will.
acido: ugh maybe next yearrrr 😭
the sudden influx of notifications causes you and bakugo to jolt awake. the movie is still running in the background, and you notice bakugo’s hand found your hip and your palm is resting on his chest.
you detach yourself from him, distracting yourself from the burn in your face by looking for your phone.
“sorry, fuck.” he mutters, face flushed before moving away to help you look for your phone.
you skim over the notifications, the brightness of the phone burning your barely rested eyes. you sigh and turn your phone towards bakugo for him to read the messages.
“looks like it’s just us two” you say, suddenly self concious of the fact that he saw you sleeping.
“‘m fine with that” he says quietly, before resting back onto the sofa.
the movie continues, but something in the air changed. you think about the warmth of his calloused palm against your hip, the feeling of his thigh under your leg and your cheek against his chest. fuck, you could feel the ripples of his muscles through his clothes.
you’re no longer paying attention to the screen. you’re scrolling through your phone, anything and everything to distract yourself. the hum of the TV and the murmur of voices are just background noise, until —
“ohh shit baby!”
you snap your head towards the TV, and see the main character with the romantic interest. they’re on a couch and she’s naked, back arched and mouth agape while he kisses down her body.
bakugo’s arm no longer rests behind your head, and you want to whine at the loss of contact. instead, they’re crossed at his chest and he watches the screen, and…
is he blushing?
“shit’s so unnecessary, doesn’t even add to the fuckin plot” he mumbles, eyes diverting from the screen towards the popcorn bowl. he looks shy and his cheeks flush. you quirk a brow.
“god, you’re such a prude” you tease, “what, you’ve never had sex before or something?”
his head snaps towards yours, and he scoffs.
“i’m not a virgin!” he whisper yells, saying the word “virgin” like it’s a slur.
“well, i am” you state, reaching out for another popcorn, amused by the way his mouth parts.
“hah?”
“i’ve had sex, but no ones ever done that to me before”, you say, gesturing towards the screen.
the girl has her hands tangled in her boyfriends hair, moaning his name as his head moves in between her thighs.
bakugo’s shocked, to say the least. he’s met your multitudes of shitty exes, yeah, but to think they had you right in front of them and never even thought to eat you out?
absurd.
“are they fucking crazy?” he asks before he can stop the words from coming out of his mouth. he cringes at the fact he spoke that out loud.
“not really, oral isn’t everyones cup of tea i guess” you shrug, while a very gobsmacked bakugo sits next to you.
you watch the scene intently. god, she looks like shes enjoying it. her moans fill up the silence between you and bakugo, as well as the whispers of her boyfriend groaning about how good she tastes.
you’re curious, so you ask, “have you done this before?”
“had my pussy eaten?”
you throw a popcorn at him and it lands on his chest. he snorts before throwing it carelessly into his mouth.
“yeah, f’course. gotta prep girls before you make love to them”
“make love? you sap!” you elbow his side. he shakes his head with a soft “fuck off” and his face warms.
you’ve thought about it before, obviously. what it would be like to be pleased instead of doing the pleasing. have someone pushing your knees back while groaning the filthiest shit into your pussy. the guys you’ve been with just rub your right lip and call it foreplay.
you sigh, biting the inside of your cheek.
“looks hot though” you mutter, transfixed. you don’t even realise you’ve said it out loud, until bakugo whispers, almost inaudibly,
“can’t believe no one’s done that to you”
“what?”
he cringes again. he wants to slap himself across the face. what’s with the fucking word vomit?
“huh?”
“what did you say?”
“nothin’”
“spit it out!”
“i didn’t say anything!”
you sit up. crossing your arms across your chest.
“bakugo.” you deadpan, glaring at him.
“didn’t say shit!”
“i know you did!” you frown, poking an accusatory finger at his chest.
“sofuckinstubborn fine! i said i can’t believe no one’s done that to you!”
heat rises to your cheeks and you can’t help but feel the warmth coiling in your lower stomach.
“what do you mean, bakugo?”
he stays silent, eyes fixed on the couple that are now fully fucking on screen
“bakugo, please”
he sighs, before fully facing you now.
“i mean that those fuckers are cowards for not even trying to make you feel good. had you right in front of them and didn’t even think to do it. but if i had you…”
he trails off, noticing how your eyes are flicking between his lips and his eyes.
“if you had me..?” you echo, just above a whisper.
“i can’t say it.”
“please,”
he leans in closer.
“if i had you,” he murmurs, voice thick, “there wouldn’t be a day where you wouldn’t be coming on my tongue.”
there’s silence, and he thinks he’s fully fucked up your friendship. no more movie nights, no more laughing at stupid jokes, no more seeing your beautiful smile. he’s offically lost the girl who’s seen his brash, teenage self, the girl who met him with open arms during his turbulent rehabilitation period, the girl whose coffee order he has memorised, the girl who he dreams about in the quiet of the night, the girl who’s seen every difficult version of him that made him whole yet still stuck around. it’s all been thrown away because he can’t keep his stupid mouth shut.
but then you kiss him first, like your life depends on it. it feels electric, the feeling of his lips slotting against yours. his hands slide down to your waist, lifting you up to sit you on his lap. you feel the thickness of his bulge as his hand travels to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. you gasp at the contact of your clit against his clothed dick, and he uses this opening to slide his tongue into your mouth. your lips wrap around his tongue slowly, sucking at the muscle, earning you a delicious groan from the blonde.
he pulls away, breathless.
“is this okay? are you okay?”
you smile at his reassurance, and give him a soft peck on the corner of his mouth.
“it’s okay, bakugo”
“katsuki.”
“what?”
“don’t call me bakugo when i have you like this,” he whispers, leaving kisses on your neck.
your lashes flutter, before letting out a breathless “katsuki”
you tug at his wife beater, and he takes it as a sign to remove it. you take your shirt off too, leaving you both grinding against each other, topless and skin to skin. your pyjama shorts are sticky, the fabric stained with a wet patch.
“lie back and let me make you feel good, gorgeous”
you groan at the words and he helps you rest your head on the arm of the couch. your legs automatically spread to accomodate his frame, and he leaves wet, open-mouthed kisses on your chest. he wraps his lips around your nipple, giving it a soft suck and a few flicks of his tongue. he uses his large hand to massage the other.
“katsuki, m’so sensitive” you whine, fingers grasping at blond tufts of hair. he whines at the feeling, the vibration of his voice adding to the pleasure. he licks at your nipple before wrapping his lips around the other. his hand slides down towards your pyjama shorts before removing himself from you.
“can i take these off, pretty?”
you nod eagerly, and lift your ass up to help him remove the garment. you’re fully bare in front of him now, and you notice the wet patch at the crotch of his pants.
“unfair, take yours off too” you whisper, fingers pulling the waistband of his sweats. he wastes no time standing up to remove them.
and my god he is beautiful.
his cock is thick, veins decorating the length. his tip is bulbous with drops of clear precum leaking from it. it’s surrounded by tufts of blonde hair, and when he fully takes his sweats off it smacks his stomach obnoxiously. the man in front of you is stunning, the warm glow from his lamp making him look like a greek god. you love every part of his body, from the scars to the muscles to the soft, thin hair that covers every inch. he breaks out into a boyish, cocky grin.
“like what you see?”
you roll your eyes, mumbling a little “shut up” before wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him into a soft kiss. he laughs into the kiss and so do you, while his hand softly massages your breast and the other begins to spread a thigh open.
“wanna taste you now,” he slurs, like he’s drunk on you even though he hasn’t touched you yet, “so fuckin bad.”
you moan at the feeling of his tip briefly rubbing on your clit.
“will you let me?” he breathes, “wanted this for so long”
“me too love, go ahead”
he groans at the way the words roll off your tongue and moves his head down. he’s in between your thighs now, face to face with your glistening folds. you’ve got a gorgeous colour, wetness covering your cute little clit and your beautiful opening. he sighs, giving you kisses on your inner thigh. he slides his tongue all around your labia, coating it in his spit and you start clenching around nothing. he’s purposely avoiding where you need him most.
you buck your hips to meet his mouth in desperation.
“please katsuki, stop teasing” you whine “need y’so bad”
his eyes flick up to meet yours. he’s in the mood to make you beg.
“where do you need me? use your words”
“fucking hell katsuki, just eat me out already”
“so bossy, aren’t you? what’s the magic word”
“please, katsuki”
his tongue is on you before you know it. his large hands grabbing at your thighs to hold them open, sucking at your clit and lapping everything he’s lucky enough to get from you. he’s fucking blessed to be here, head between your thighs, having you trembling on him. he alternates between flat strokes and quick flicks against your clit, and you moan his name.
“f-fuck ‘ki, feels so fucking good!”
he pulls away from your clit, mouth covered in your slick.
“fuckin hell, i knew you would taste this good for me”
he’s back to lapping you up, his tongue circling around your entrance. it gives you an idea.
“katsuki?” you ask, lifting your head to meet his eyes,
“you okay? what’s wrong?”
“no i’m good, i was just wondering…” you start, before trailing off.
“wondering what, gorgeous?”
“could you… put your fingers inside me?”
“so fuckin cute,” he smiles, “of course i can, anything you want”
you hum in pleasure, as his hand leaves your thigh. he brings it up to your mouth and rests two fingers on your lips.
“open your mouth f’me”
you do as he asks and invite his fingers into your mouth. you wet them in your spit, tongue rolling against them as you would around his dick.
“nasty fuckin’ girl” he hums, “look at you”
he pulls away from you lips and moves back down to your pussy.
he’s back to kissing your clit, practically making out with it, before he works a finger in, and then another. your mouth opens in a silent scream as he fucks his fingers into you while lapping at your clit.
you rest your back against the armrest to get a good look at katsuki, and this new view of you makes him feel like he’s in heaven.
your hair frames your face beautifully, gorgeous breasts bouncing with every grind of your pussy against his tongue. your brows are furrowed, lip raw from his kisses and you biting them. your eyes are fixed on his, and he feels like the luckiest man in the world.
you feel yourself getting closer by the minute, that familiar coil in your lower stomach unravelling. a layer of sweat forms over your skin, and every touch, lick and move he makes is heavenly.
“y’gonna come baby? let it all out for me” he grunts, “fuckin blessed to be the first man to see you like this”
you whine at his words, before your hips move on their own.
“yeah, fuck yourself on my tongue gorgeous, you can do it” he praises.
you come without any warning, your vision going white. you soak is fingers, his mouth, and he’s drinking every single drop like a starved man. he fucks you through it, fingers still pumping even as you come down from your release.
you twitch in overstimulation and he realises, slowly pulling his fingers out of you before placing them in his mouth with a hum. you’re breathless, all sighs and soft moans when you pull him in for a kiss. his tongue moves against yours, and you’re wrapping your arms around him and he’s manoeuvring you so that he’s on his back and you’re on your stomach resting on top of him. he kisses the top of your head as you come down from your release.
“how was that for a first time?” he smirks.
“could’ve been better” you say, with faux nonchalance, “got kinda bored towards the end”
he playfully flicks the back of your head.
“what happened to, ‘feels so fucking good katsuki, oh!’” he mocks, and you groan into his chest.
“just teasin’. wanted this for so long. wanted you for so long. fuck, i should’ve taken you out for dinner or something, i’m sor-”
with whatever strength you have left, you lift your head up to give him a soft peck on the lips.
“it’s okay, katsuki. we’ll make time for it”
he hums at your voice and rubs his thumb against your cheek. you’re breasts are squished up against him and your hands massages his biceps up and down.
you’re in the perfect position to grind on his dick.
“y’know, you still haven’t come yet” you say, a twinkle of mischief in your eyes.
katsuki quirks a brow, “don’t feel like you have to repay me or anything like that, it’s alright.”
you lift yourself up and place a slow, wet kiss against his mouth, and place more that trail down his neck, to his chest, all the way down to his lower abs.
“lie back and let me make you feel good, gorgeous”
neither of you notice that the credits are rolling.
synopsis: your boyfriend looks so good whenever you’re on top that it makes you shy. when are you ever shy?! you wanna sort this out asap or you ride bakugou trying to figure out which position feels best
what’s coming up: 18+, a whole load of smut this is lowkey pwp. p in v, riding, multiple positions, making out, head (f receiving), established relationship, overstimulation (m)
notes: antm title. listen i can’t explain what happened to me. needs another proofread i think.
you mention this one night wrapped in katsuki’s arms about to go to sleep. you’re doing the compulsory three minute spoon until you both pull away and get comfortable at your respective sides of his bed.
this time it’s you spooning him, your leg over his hip, your arm around his waist. you rub your lips over his shoulder and sniff his hair.
“i really want to get better at being on top.” you mumble into his skin, eyes not yet adjusted to the darkness around you.
katsuki shifts his head on the silk pillowcase. you told him to change fabrics to protect his hair (you really meant yours) and he listened, new ivory cases the next time you saw him.
“hah?” it’s a quiet one, not like his usual booming loud ones that hit the back of your eardrum.
“i never feel like i know what i’m doing when i’m on top and i get so shy. i am literally never shy! ever. then you just end up doing the work.” you whine, “i want to be able to be on top and do it well. make us both feel good.”
katsuki breathes in through his nose and out his mouth. you’re having a conversation with him. about sex yes, but this isn’t you offering to have sex now. despite this, the blood rushes to his cock by simply imagining you riding him to oblivion. your head thrown back as your hips grind down on him.
it is true. he’s never seen you shy in any other part of your life or relationship. usually during sex, you’re confident and excited. hell, you’re okay with walking around his apartment naked. but for some reason, you sitting on his cock, legs straddling his waist makes you shy in a way bakugou doesn’t understand.
after making out you’d mumble to him that you want to be on top but as soon as he slides inside of you, katsuki will just look at you and your whole body flushes with heat. it has you mumbling under your breath, trying to look away from him but then his hands are on your thighs and he’s softly cooing at you. compliments about how you feel around him and how pretty you look on top.
which leads to you either leaning forward to cover his eyes with your hand, covering his whole face with your hand so he can’t talk either or just whining that you can’t do it and he needs to take over.
he shuffles around so he’s facing you, your minty breath on his face. he gives you three soft pecks, catching your lips with every brush.
“hm no, don’t give a fuck about me in this. if you feel good, i feel good.” he whispers and it makes you tighten your leg around his waist, your crotch against his lower stomach.
he’s noticed how shy you get on top. the frustration. if he’s honest he thinks it’s adorable. at the beginning of your relationship it was him stuttering like an idiot, overthinking everything he did and assuming every text from you was going to be ‘it’s not you, it’s me.’ which would mostly mean it was him all along.
bakugou is also an idiot for how you beg for him to take over, crawling into his mouth for a kiss. covering his eyes so he can’t see how your breasts bounce and how insanely sweet you look slotted over him. you, all of you, shaking and trembling as he thrusts up. but although he’s into this rare shy version of you, if you want to work on not being so like that, he’ll be there.
his ruby eyes are so caring, a little frown on his face like he’s urging you to understand.
“i do want to make you feel good though,” you rub your palm against his bare chest, feeling every breath he takes. “be in control over the pace.”
“y’can look at me and i feel good. tomorrow we’ll try. see what position has you comin’ over my cock.”
you smile, “i’ll put it in my diary.”
he gives you a kiss, rubbing his nose against yours after, “why d’you feel shy for? ‘s just me.”
that has you slamming your own eyes shut in refusal. laying on your back to sigh into the ceiling.
“because of you. you’re all…,” you wave your hands in the darkness for a terrible explanation. “and the pressure. you’re usually in control.”
that’s true, he is unless you’re giving him head. “i’m what?”
you open your eyes and stare at him. “you make me all shy. staring at me like that while you’re literally inside me and you’re all… big and sexy and i’m so exposed and now i need to make you come while you look like that.”
bakugou grins like you just proposed. the sight of him below you, usually with an aroused dopey smirk, always saying what’s on his mind. the sweat across his forehead or the worst, when he lays on his forearm behind his head without a care in the world. like it’s an everyday occurrence that women sit on his dick and you’re next. it turns you on more than you can admit, it makes you feel like a shy virgin being naked in front of a boy for the first time.
along with the thick cock pressing against your warmest points, it’s too overwhelming for you.
“big and sexy?”
you roll your eyes, “that’s all you heard?”
“y’know i love when you’re on top. happy to do whatever you want,” he chuckles boyishly and the big arm that haunts you, wraps around your waist to drag you into his body. “like i wasn’t shittin’ myself when we fucked for the first time. lookin’ up at me like your life depended on a hard fuck.”
you guys dated for two months before you got intimate. to say you were going crazy for a single touch from this man, would be an understatement.
“no i wasn’t! but you look cocky and mean in a sexy way,” you gasp looking at him, “you look like dynamight. tv dynamight.”
tv dynamight is an alternate version of dynamight and your usual boyfriend bakugou katsuki. tv dynamight is the one you see snappily answering after fight interviews or smirking when the crowd cheers for him or rolling his eyes when he’s on a talk show and he gets a stupid question. you never get this version of him, he’s so much softer and love struck with you. doesn’t mean you don’t love watching it.
bakugou frowns, “i just look at you and say you look good. that sounds like a bad thing.”
“did you miss me saying you look sexy? so sexy it gets me feeling like an idiot.” you cross your arms under the covers. “i just want to be good at it. able to make you come like that.”
as much as he loves you still feeling nervous around him, he wants to get to the bottom of this.
“we’re sortin’ this tomorrow.”
having planned sex is a whole different game than simply assuming you’ll have sex tonight or having it spontaneously. it includes you turning up at bakugou’s apartment, more excited than usual, flinging your overnight bag on the ground and your arms around his neck.
“i watched a few videos and read articles on how to be comfortable and i did a few stretches at home,” you say, kissing him hello and katsuki has to blink into realisation.
your conversation before bed. he’s been thinking about having you tonight all day that part of him believed it was all his imagination. he kisses you back, then your cheek.
“y’look pretty,” you’re in a matching comfy pink gym set. he doesn’t know the last time you went to the gym but you always ask him to buy you these expensive ass sets. “and wait, you stretched to prepare?”
he chuckles bubbly, grabbing your bag off the floor. you pout immediately, “don’t laugh at me. i’m trying here! all you have to do is lay back.”
“i’m not laughin’ at you, baby. i love you,” he grins, “i’d never laugh.”
but you’re clenching your teeth, looking away at the dinner he’s started preparing for you both. ah, this evening he’s got his sensitive girlfriend. perhaps this was a bigger deal than you originally made it out to be.
“maybe i shouldn’t—,”
“no, we are. it was just fuckin’ adorable, i should have had a wank before you came so i don’t bust as soon as you’re naked.”
he walks into his bedroom to plop your bag on the floor and you follow behind.
“you do that?”
“i used to when we started datin’. meant i’d last longer. the fact we planned this i should have done my prep.”
his last syllable is cut off when you lay your lips over his, tugging the end of his white tee so he pulls it off.
“don’t expect this to be good, i’m just trying and testing tonight, okay?” you mumble and just as quick as usual, katsuki hardens in his basketball shorts.
the idea of being your test dummy, your experiment while you ride him, sounds like a fantasy to him. it’s true that you’d ask to be on top usually and then upon not being able to find your groove, you give up. then katsuki will grab your ass cheeks and slide you up and down like you weigh a feather.
“sounds sexy, baby,” he groans, nibbling down your neck and in turn, being rewarded with sweet gasps from you. “get naked for me.”
bakugou lays back in the centre of his bed butt naked and hard as a rock while you sit on your knees beside him, also butt naked.
“sit on my face,” he orders.
“no! treat this seriously.”
“i’m so fuckin’ serious, c’mon. you say you need to get comfortable, you’re always comfortable on my face. maybe i needa make you come first.”
he doesn’t know what the hell he’s saying, he just knows you're wet right now and he wants a taste.
it does sway you a little. thinking about the videos you’ve seen and articles you’ve read. educational ones! some being porn also. stretching your hips is necessary and it’s not that you’re uncomfortable around your boyfriend, just being on top, shyness takes over.
his hand drifts up your thighs, then your soft stomach before squeezing your breast. you see katsuki twitch out the corner of your eye. your mouth waters at the sight of him. always so pretty, thick and long, dead weight on his stomach. only from some kissing and being naked together.
“we could sixty nine?”
he grabs your hips, dragging you closer and manoeuvring you so you’re sitting on his upper chest. he can smell you from here, he’s sure pre is leaking from him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
“we’re focusin’ on you.”
“says the one begging to eat me out.”
katsuki’s smiles always drive you crazy, mostly because they’re always dedicated to you. the world gets his smirks and as sexy as they are, it’s never a genuinely excited smile. especially over the prospect of having you on his face.
his gold tooth catches the warm lamp light and he reaches to kiss your thigh, “you’re so close now. can smell ya.”
before you can let the intimacy overwhelm you, you sit up on your knees and carefully slot your pussy over your lover's face.
katsuki only needed one session with you to be good at eating you out. an annoying thing about him is how he’s simply good at everything, whilst you, after months of dating, still need to work on things. you think about the sex positive podcasts you’ve listened to recently and it’s true, not everything is going to work out of the box. you’re two completely different people coming together. in both ways.
but katsuki, he always knew exactly what to do to get you trembling. it’s firstly his enthusiasm. probably the biggest turn on. how he clutches your thighs like someone’s about to take you away. the meat of your legs will definitely have an imprint after this. how he closes his eyes and moans into you. rocks your hips into his face as his tongue laps up everything you are.
like a man starved, his death row meal and he’s asked for you on a platter. he sucks on your clit and opens his eyes to see you lean over to grab the headboard. watching your tits and how they shake at every movement he makes. katsuki loves to talk but because his mouth is preoccupied, you just get vibrations through you along with the accompanying moans and groans he can’t help.
“fuck, y’taste… so fuckin’—,” is all he can manage, sticking his tongue down your centre and licking as much as he can.
“‘tsuki, so good,” you cry, you meet his eyes and your whole body heats up to boiling temperature. his ruby pupils are narrowed, as if he’s testing you to come now, on his face.
you grind your hips on him, following wherever feels good. he slaps your ass and you mewl. “i’m gonna, baby, i need to come.”
since he can’t speak even if he wanted to, you do as you please, coming all over katsuki’s face. your body trembles as he swipes up every drop that comes out of you, keeping you still so you don’t fall off. you clench your eyes shut, wailing loud enough that in any other part of the city, you’d have angry neighbours.
you flop onto the bed beside katsuki, as he wipes his face with the back of his hand. you’re quick to give him a cuddle, basking in the come down of your orgasm.
“good, baby?” he asks, rubbing your back slowly.
you nod against him, stuffing your face in his armpit as you catch your breath.
“how are you so good at that?”
bakugou laughs, chest swelling with pride, “‘m just passionate.”
after counting to three in your head you get up slowly, biting down on your lip.
“you wanna take another second?”
“no! and i think you were right. the orgasm helped.”
you swing your leg over bakugou’s thighs to straddle him. carefully you take hold of his cock, flicking your wrist up and down him.
katsuki reaches his arm behind his head to lay on his forearm. everything about the man is sex. the massive biceps, his flushed face. how he kneads your thigh to check you’re still there with his eyes shut.
“just like that, babygirl,” he grunts, “been thinking about this since you mentioned it. horny all goddamn day.”
you smile at him, “thinking of me in your meetings?”
you squeeze the base of his cock, your other hand coming in to rub his balls in your palm. his hips jolt into your hands, chasing every movement.
“i always fuckin’ am. b-but you on top, ridin’ the shit outta me.”
you moan without meaning to, “i want to do that for you.”
bakugou’s eyes slid open, “today is about you. findin’ out how you like it.” he pulls your hands off him and you pout. “sit on me and start movin’.”
“yes, sir,” you say playfully but it only makes bakugou exhale shakily, blinking away any newfound arousal.
he holds your hips, as you angle his cock into you. you’re already soaked from what he did to you, so he slides in like a dream, bottoming out completely.
“oh fuck,” you curse, planting your hands flat on his chest. staying still feels good, you feel him everywhere, prodding your softest parts, your walls sucking him in like he belongs there. but you know it could feel better, you just need to work out how.
“i wanna fuck into you. didn’t realise how hard this shit would be for me,” he groans, adjusting the pillow behind his head.
you blink away the horny fog the best you can. he’s still got your shine on his chin and he’s staring at you like he’s a second away from taking over. swinging you so you lay flat so he can take control. you feel his gaze on every part of your body, the focus on your soft stomach then where you meet between your legs. what gets you most is how he focuses on your face as if he’s recording every expression and exhale. the clear proof of him being so into you, the smirk rising onto his cheeks at the position you’ve got him in.
the fact he’s so into you, whilst looking like an adonis statue in an art gallery, makes you so shy.
“s-so last time i just grinded on you but i didn't feel anything? i watched a few videos on how to bounce on you without aching.” you try to look away from him, but it just has you staring at his chest. littered with these gorgeous scars. his golden body that can protect you and the country. you have to close your eyes.
“you’re watchin’ porn without me?”
you and bakugou have never watched porn together with the aim to come. sometimes you’d send him a video of something you wanna try but that’s all.
“for research! and some girls on tiktok helped.”
“okay, babygirl. do your thing, pretend i’m not here lookin’ big and sexy.”
“shut up,” you mumble, firstly planting your feet into the mattress by his hips and keeping your hands flat on bakugou’s chest to begin bouncing on his cock.
it’s a position you’ve never tried, one that always embarrassed you to imagine getting into and moving like so. you’re grateful for your stretch beforehand because bakugou glides in and out like butter. it’s more intense than just sitting on him, your body is squashed and he knows he’s gonna be using this image to get himself off till the end of time.
“oh, oh…,” you whine, tits smushed, stomach clenched to focus on what feels best. “i like this. feels good, baby.”
bakugou clenches his teeth. he can see you suck him up with every bounce, your thighs wet, so is his length. he could come like this alone if you moan any louder.
“you comfortable?” he asks, “you look insane, babygirl. can’t believe this… i could come.”
“don’t!” you squeal, whines flowing out of you without meaning to, “my knees are hurting.”
“i can help,” bakugou thrusts his hips up into you and he’s about to thrust you down into him, like what he usually does once you give up.
“no, no, let me try something else.”
without pulling off him completely, you press your knees into the bed and lean all your weight onto your left side. you begin to bounce again, up and down, up and down.
you fling your head back, mostly from the burn switching from your knees to your thighs.
bakugou’s obsessed with whatever position you get yourself in, “doin’ so good, princess.”
that has you looking at him, leaning forward for a kiss. he meets it without thought, biting down on your bottom lip when you pull away.
“i am?”
he nods rapidly, swearing under his breath. he’s got a layer of sweat on his forehead even though he’s barely done anything. forcing himself to not move is more exerting than just moving.
“yeah, baby. feels like torture though, not gonna lie to you.” he squeezes the fat of your hips, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds.
you switch your weight onto your right knee, sighing in delight, wetness leaking from you. your bodies are getting louder now, the slap of your skin against his. graphic with the white ring forming around bakugou’s cock.
“now you know how i feel when you won’t let me come,” you whisper and he’s about to lean in to bite your lip as a punishment but you rotate around so your back is facing him.
you’ve never tried reverse cowgirl before but you can already predict how katsuki will feel about it. bakugou’s least favourite position. you know this because he always goes on about how he loves to see your face. your sweet loverboy. but equally one of his favourites because it’s a front row view of your rippling ass every time you slap down on him. it’s enough to make him come, a few bounces and he’s done. it’s also a good break to not have to think about him staring at you. the number one tip for other shy girls on that blog site you read.
you forward, grabbing his knees and for a second you can barely move.
“princess?” bakugou asks, caressing your ass slowly. “you okay?”
“i can feel you in my stomach,” his cockhead nudges against your insides, somehow further than you’ve ever felt before. why the hell haven’t you tried this before?
bakugou sits up on his forearm, sneaking his hand to your stomach, “does it hurt? you wanna pull off?”
you shake your head, then you remember he can’t see you well. you moan, grinding back into him. you can’t be quiet, can barely make out a coherent word either. you’re between crying and moaning, soft breaths of “‘tsuki,” and another wail.
“so good, fuck, i’m gonna die,” you gasp and the warmth in your stomach bundles together and tightens. you ignore the burn in your knees, focusing on the obscene amount of pleasure that bursts under your skin. you reach between your legs to play with your clit, slow circular rubs to make everything last as long as possible.
katsuki gets where you are now. the idea of you using him like a toy is what had him boiling all day. you’re moving on your own accord, focusing on yourself and what feels good. he begins to help, meeting your thrusts just so you scream louder.
“cmon, baby,” he says behind gritted teeth, “let me hear ya, louder for me.”
bakugou’s strict with his thrusts, obsessed with how your body shakes when it comes into contact with his. how his thighs are equally soaked and the fact that you’re both leaking onto his bedsheets. he keeps moving and before he knows it, only hearing your whines, he comes inside you.
jolting harshly, a hand on your hip bone to keep you close while he comes. it has you looking back at him with a frown.
“s-sorry, i couldn’t fuckin’—,” he’s gasping for air, back arched off the bed. he holds you down and you’re grinning like you’ve won a prize. “fuck, holy shit.”
“you came.”
delight blossoms inside of you, your body burning for your own release. katsuki looks exhausted. red cheeks, sweat coating his forehead. he genuinely looks pissed that he came. you look at the mess between your legs, so much come.
he grunts in annoyance, “i didn’t mean to i—,”
but he’s cut off as you face him again, ignoring all the liquids spilling out. you plant your feet by his head and lean back, your hands on his knees.
“touch my clit for me,” you ask politely and bakugou does what he’s told, mentally preparing himself for the overstimulation about to come.
you begin bouncing again, using your hands to guide your body up and down, rolling your hips to grind to hit a specific spot. all the shyness you ever felt before has evaporated, simply following your body to catch whatever feels good.
bakugou on the other hand, feels as if he’s about to pass out. if it’s the squelch in the air, the sight of your pussy drenched and his cock soaked. your pubic hair has strings of his come and his lower stomach has a shine to it. his cock is still hard, aching, twitching in painful flicks of pleasure. but there’s no way he could say no, not with you looking practically angelic.
you’re in your own world with your little mumbles, your whines that sound troubled but are anything but. he’s not sure how he can have you in any other position but on top after this. you ride him like you own him, like he’s yours to play with and use to relax. your breasts are soft, nipples perked to the ceiling and as he rolls his thumb against your clit, he knows you’re ready to come any second now.
“oh my god, katsuki.” you make those odd grunting sounds that make bakugou leak, “faster, w-why haven’t we done this before?”
you say in a rush and bakugou obeys, speeding up his rubs on your clit.
“this is all we’re gonna do now, huh?”
you hum, pace slowing as the burn of your knees radiates.
“lettin’ you ride my cock while i come early like a fuckin’ teenager,” he moans, frowning harshly because he’s too sensitive now, way too sensitive.
bakugou takes matters into his own hands, especially once you whine for him, “help me, ‘tsuki.”
you lift your head up to lock eyes with him. you’re fucking crying. tears down your cheeks, “i love you so much.”
he thrusts into you, meaning you no longer need to strain your body anymore. he moves you for your own pleasure, sliding you up and down, mimicking how you were moving and he’s ready to come again.
“nah, you love my cock. tell me you do.”
it takes only a second for you to reply, stretching your arms straight, your back arched so bakugou can see all the beautiful curves of your breasts and waist. he bites back his bearish groans, this is way too much for him right now. he thinks hes about to come again.
“l-love your cock so much. feels like heaven, like i’m gonna split open,” you babble, “love it so much, ‘tsuki.”
“my good fuckin’ girl, usin’ me like this. love you so much, princess,” he hums and before you can even catch yourself, after all the noise tonight, your orgasm is a silent one.
these strained gasps come from your throat as you lean forward, your whole body tensing. you don’t mean to dig your nails into his chest, but bakugou welcomes the pain especially when he orgasms again, loud enough for you both.
he growls into the air as you hold yourself up over him, open mouthed, tears falling from your eyes.
you can barely contain yourself, your body still bouncing as he continues thrusting his hips. everything is lewd, the stained bedsheets and the trail of sweat down your breasts. the sound of your ass hitting his balls only draws out your orgasm, your bodies soaked with each other.
“oh my god, oh my god,” you whisper. you stare at your boyfriend in shock as he slows down and wraps his arms around your body to drag you to his chest. “we’ve never… it’s never felt like that before.”
you can feel him pulsating inside of you and your walls are hot around him.
you both breathe, catching your breaths, plastered to each other.
“you’ve got me fucked,” his chuckle is dry, but you shuffle to get comfortable and bakugou yelps. “don’t fuckin’ move. please.”
you smile, pressing kisses into his chest until you realise what you’ve done. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to…”
you trail off, lightly brushing your thumb over the red scratches over katsuki’s chest. bakugou’s half lidded eyes catch yours, grabs your hand to kiss the centre of your palm.
“it felt good, princess. needed any distraction to ignore your warm pussy.” he pouts his lips and you happily meet his, “you confident bein’ on top now?”
bakugou twitches inside of you, “yeah. i know what to do now.”
“you looked…,” and he doesn’t know how to describe you. but you’re patiently waiting for an answer. if anyone likes to be complimented more than him, it’s you, “like a goddamn angel. thought you were gonna kill me.”
“i’d never,” your eyes droop, ready for an evening nap. “you need to pull out now.”
bakugou sighs, “this is gonna be a mess to clean up and my dick aches.”
“i’m sore too!”
bakugou rolls his eyes but he knows he’s going to be kissing your knees and thighs any minute now.
“still want me to cook dinner or order in?” he asks, pushing you on your back to slowly slide out of you.
you whine softly as he does, not used to the feeling of not being full. you almost want to sit back on him, clamp your legs around him and never let him go.
“fuck,” bakugou grunts, then he sees your pout. “after dinner.”
your eyes light up, “really?”
“you’re goddamn insatiable.”
“it’s just there’s one more position, well two, i want to try with you sitting up and me laying down.”
he climbs off the bed to grab a clean flannel from his en-suite. “you wanna break me, huh?” he calls.
you giggle, “no, i just wanna know how it’ll feel and the website i found has loads of positions we haven’t tried.”
you have the audacity to look innocent while he wipes your legs with the damp flannel. then your lower stomach and very lightly between your legs.
“you should have told me earlier i would have booked tomorrow off work.” he kisses your knee, “we can do whatever you want. until you get all achy.”
there’s no doubt he’d be able to get hard again for you, especially looking this eager about trying a new way to have sex with him.
you nod softly, running your hand down his face, “can you still cook? i want your udon noodles.”
if it was up to bakugou he’d order in. he’s way too tired to cook for you right now and still have energy to have sex again after. he had a whole patrol and training earlier today too.
but one thing bakugou has always struggled with since he met you, is the ability to say no. especially not when you sit up and grab the flannel from him to slowly swipe across his stomach and then his softened cock.
what do you think of modern au bakugou, where he's a firefighter? 😈
this became a drabble so firefighter!bakugou
— suggestive, making out, groping, dirty talk, reader works in publishing, this was soooo fun
he’s training in the gym with all his heavy gear on and heavy weights because he has to drag people out of burning buildings??????? insane! cannot breathe.
and the fact that everybody thinks he’s soooo fine here to save lives. like imagine your work office had a false alarm and you have the firefighters walking into the building. also the fact that your office is majority women so everyone’s wowed by big buff sexy men walking in.
bakugou who’s grumpy in every universe. still ordering his team around, frowning at whoever’s talking to him and you make one joke that this reminds you of your last birthday party and he’s narrowing his eyes over at you. face completely unreadable. nom nom nom.
totally the type of guy to see a pretty girl and not say anything and mentally wish her the best.
until you and your work buddies go down to the fire station to say sorry for the false alarm and the man with red hair greets you and lets you put the cakes and treats you brought over in their staff room. bakugou walks in hearing all the noise and is faced with your pretty face again. feels like it’s fate. then feels like he’s stupid.
he’s in a tight navy plain tshirt and those matching thick firefighter bottoms. arms crossed. tattoos and scars down them. dog tag around his neck. metal toed boots on that give him height.
you coming onto him would be fun but i don’t believe in women doing that so really it’s you doe eyed asking him questions about his job, bothering him, asking for a tour of the fire truck and the whole time he’s looking around bored like he’d rather be anywhere but here, telling you not to touch stuff and trying not to flush when you gasp when he tells you how much he can bench.
“we gotta carry people and parts of buildings off people. the hoses are heavy too.”
that makes you think about his dick. he’s blushing at you staring at him open mouthed.
“wow. that’s like… six of me you can carry.”
bakugou looking at you up and down. just like you wanted him too. he’s got a gold tooth, that you ask him about, he was too embarrassed to tell you. he slammed his face on a pole, there was smoke and he couldn’t see his way! forces himself not to stare at your ass as you climb in the truck.
again he’s all blushy because you’re listening hard and he hates the fact he hasn’t asked you any questions yet. you’re looking at all the buttons, the water supply, the spare helmets.
“and… you work with books right?”
that has you blinking at him. still has his arms folded, still a foot taller than you. gorgeous man. stupidly gorgeous with fluffy blonde hair, little gold hoop earrings and three rings on. two on his right and one on his left.
if he has a girlfriend you’re going to strangle yourself with the hose. or maybe you can be a homewrecker?
“publishing, yes,” you laugh, “i work in the romance department.”
the truck feels tight with only you two in here. he points to one of the spare fireman jackets.
“you can try one on. we let the kids try.”
despite the fact that a very handsome man is showing you around, this is all very exciting. you’ve never been in a fire station or truck before.
“you work with kids?”
you think you love the man.
he hums, “sometimes. usually i make the guys do it.”
then he grunts to himself, how has the topic come back to him.
“so… you like romance books then?”
you shove on the jacket. bakugou feels winded once he realises you’re wearing his. his name is on the breast. then again, he’d tell you to wear another if you picked up someone else’s.
“love them. and before you say anything, they’re the best selling genre in the world. romance books teach people empathy and honesty!”
“hah?” he frowns, “i wasn’t gonna say shit. i don’t read them but i get the appeal.”
you feel like you’re in one right now. you want to put your arm on his pectoral and say, “you do?” but you don’t do that, instead you point at a large red button.
“what’s that for?”
“the sirens and lights. that one is just the lights though, you can press that.” he steps in close to you now and he feels all over the place when he can just smell himself. you’re still in his oversized jacket that’s drowning you.
if you have a boyfriend he’s gonna ask kirishima to run over his foot with the truck. then he’d run over your boyfriend.
“do you read?”
“do you like your job?”
you both ask at the same time.
bakugou shakes his head, “fuck sorry, what d’you say?”
you didn’t think he’d be so… shy? since you’re so close, he can barely make eye contact with you. mumbling stuff you can’t make out under his breath. he smells sweet, like caramel and mixed with the smokiness of the truck, it’s enough to make your mouth water.
“i asked if you read.” you smile softly, “is this your jacket?”
you heard from the other men that his name is katsuki, but his jacket reads bakugou.
he nods sharply, “i do read. thrillers, mangas and comics.”
then he’s back frowning at you, “mangas and comics aren’t just for kids, y’know.”
you giggle, “i do know that actually. i have friends who work in that department.”
bakugou chews his bottom lip.
“d’you have a boyfriend?,” then he pauses, “or girlfriend?”
you look away from him, running your fingers over the switches, buttons and little wheels.
“no and nope.”
bakugou feels like a kid on his first day at school. can he even handle a woman like you? is he fucked before even trying?
“you like men right?”
that makes you laugh, “occasionally, yes.”
“fuck, okay. that’s good.”
you both blink at each other, you with a smirk and bakugou with apple red cheeks. he hates this shit. he wants to take you out, why is it so hard to ask?
“should we get your friends? colleagues? see where they are?” he murmurs, unable to hold your gaze for long.
your face drops, what the hell?
bakugou grunts, loudly. “sorry, i don’t… i don’t do this. i was plannin’ on never seein’ you again.”
“okay…,” you drawl, impatiently waiting for the golden question.
“i think you’re gorgeous. funny too,” he spills and you reward him with a simple eyebrow raise, “lemme have your number? so i can take you out.”
you hold out your hand for his phone.
bakugou begins patting down his pockets, then faster in panic. “fuck. fuck, i left it chargin’ in the office.”
he’s bottling it but you’re back smiling at him now, your hands in his jacket pockets.
“you’re lucky you have pretty eyes and that you save lives.” you say, pulling out your phone. “text yourself so you have my number.”
he can’t stop swearing, “fuck. yeah, i will.”
you want to see how far you can push it. you know for sure he’s interested in you. this nervousness is because he likes you so much.
“could i get one more thing from you?” you ask, as he looks up from your phone.
“yeah. anythin’.”
“i’ve never been kissed in a firetruck before.”
bakugou feels like he’s dreaming. today was supposed to be a quiet day at the station. maybe saving a cat from a tree in the evening. paperwork from yesterdays fire across town. not you from the book office he went to a few days ago, returning to him with cake for his team and now standing in his truck in his jacket.
“is that right?” he doesn’t know how to sexy talk. fuck.
you nod, biting down on your lip. bakugou stuffs your phone in your trousers pocket and you gasp at his touch. he sits his hands on your waist.
“this okay?” he asks and you nod, like you’re being exposed to something holy.
“good.” then he leans down and kisses you.
a soft press of his lips on yours, then he’s nudging open your mouth. he tastes sugar immediately, you must have had one of those cupcakes you brought over. he backs you up against the window of the truck, his palms squeezing your waist in arousal. he doesn’t mean to moan into the kiss and you don’t mean to tug him down into you with your arms around his neck.
“i wasn’t fuckin’ expectin’ this today.” he whispers when he pulls away, lightly pecking your jaw so he can catch his breath.
it’s only your first proper conversation, he cannot press his cock into you or start groping you right now. but you’re staring at him with your eyes lazed, lips swollen. you tug a tuft of his hair to look him in the eyes.
“can i…,” you palm his cock, despite his thoughts. you’re delighted to find him as excited as you are, “can i suck you off?”
bakugou whines like a desperate puppy, “n-no, you can’t.”
“why?” you moan.
he looks over you, body hot and delicious.
“i can’t let you do that. not when i haven’t done anythin’ to you.”
also the fact he's at work and anyone can walk in but that just doesn't seem as important right now.
you're taken aback. these dating apps have your standards so low.
“oh, but i want to?” you say, squeezing him softly. he jolts in your palm, resting his forehead in the window beside you.
“no baby,” you feel yourself gush. baby? you’re this sexy firefighter’s baby? “we gotta get back to the rest. another time? i’ll eat your pussy, fuck you good too.”
his voice is raspy with arousal and you can only picture how this man fucks. hard and rough. slow and sweet.
“oh my god,” you whisper. this is exactly like your smutty books.
you’re about to drop to your knees when there’s a knock on the truck.
“guys! we wanna have a look in the truck too!”
it’s your friends, your two colleagues you came with.
bakugou pulls off you, swiping his fingers through his hair, gazing at you up and down.
“you good?” he asks.
you’re speechless, nodding slowly.
you remember to wipe your lip when he walks over to open the door. you’re about to moan aloud when you see him adjust himself in his trousers. then in come your two friends and a firefighter. the same red-headed one before.
your friends look at you first. bakugou can tell you three are having a conversation with your eyes alone.
your friends seem to win when you release a little smile, “shut up! look at the truck and we have to get back. we only have an hour lunch.”
when you do end up giving the jacket back to katsuki, it’s as if the tables have turned. now you can barely look him in the eye when that’s all he wants to do. i’ll eat your pussy, fuck you good too. you could start crying, you want him so bad.
“i’ll come by, give back your, err, tupperware.” he says, swinging his jacket over his shoulder.
“okay.” you whisper.
kirishima gives you three a toothy smile, “loved havin’ you girls come by. it’s gets boring round here just us guys.”
“hope you enjoy the cupcakes.”
“and sorry for the false alarm.”
“i’ll text you,” bakugou blurts and everyone looks at you two. eyes bulging out their heads.
“you got his number?” your friend nudges you. you swat her away.
“about the tupperware. to give it back.”
“it is my tupperware—,” now you nudge back your friend.
“yes, okay. bye now. we should have been back a while ago!
you pull your friends away to walk back to work.
“yn what the hell happened?”
“he asked for my number and we made out and i asked to give him head and he said no because he wants to eat me out instead. he said next time he’s gonna fuck me and eat me out.” you ramble, barely able to believe it yourself.
“i didn’t expect him to be so freaky.”
your friends giggle and gasp. they turn to each other.
“what the fuck! if it wasn’t for you, i would have got kirishima’s number!”
“i left you alone three times to get it!”
your friend groans.
your phone vibrates.
Katsuki: I meant what I said
Katsuki: But I should take you out before I do all of that
Summary: In the final war you aided Edgeshot in bringing Bakugo back to life with your healing quirk. However the damage done to your body from the backlash was irreversible. You could no longer be the hero you dreamed of being. You still tried to live life and even moved away for a bit. But now you’re back and Bakugo has been your aggressive nurse, but when he finds out things you haven’t told him he feels like he hadn’t paid you back at all. So when he finds out Mina is moving out, he feels like he finally has the opportunity to.
tags: slowburn and mutual pining
a/n: this is truly a self indulgent fic/series for sure Pt;2
The afternoon sun cut across the living room of the apartment you shared with Mina, casting long, sharp shadows that matched the tension in the air. Bakugo stood by the kitchen.
He hadn't left. Even after you told him to go, he’d simply walked to the kitchen, found that your cupboards bare, and returned twenty minutes later with a bag of groceries he’d practically slammed onto the counter. An excuse to come back.
You sat on the sofa, a knitted blanket pulled over your lap, your fingers picking at the loose threads. The silence was heavy with the things you’d hadn't said for four months.
"I told you," you whispered, your voice cracking. "It’s just life stuff. Everyone has something, Bakugo. I just thought it’d be good for me."
Bakugo didn't buy it. He’d been watching you for months, driving you to appointments, even carried you once when your legs felt like lead, memorizing the timing of your meds, watching your eyes go distant when your blood pressure dropped. He knew the chemical cocktail you were on.
"Those meds," he said, his voice uncharacteristically quiet, "they aren't just for the seizures. They’re mood stabilizers. Don't lie to me."
You flinched. The weight of your secret was slipping. You didn’t want him to know that you had been going to therapy not because he’d be mad. He’d actually suggested but you didn’t want him to know that he was part of the reason you were going.
"Who takes you?" he pressed. "To the office downtown?"
"Izuku," you breathed.
Bakugo’s jaw tightened so hard it looked painful. Deku. Of course, it was Deku. He felt a flash of that old, angry, prickly heat behind his neck out of a crushing sense of inadequacy. The same one he use to feel in his childhood. He was the one you’d lost everything to save so he should have been the one you trusted.
"Why him?" he barked, though the volume lacked its usual bite. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Your composure shattered. Tears following down your cheeks spilling onto the blanket. "Because I'm depressed, okay?" You sobbed, the words coming up like vomit. "I miss my life and being independent. I miss my friends! And being a hero, I miss being able to walk to the store without wondering if I’m going to collapse and wake up in a hospital. I’m trapped in this body that doesn't even know how to regulate itself anymore! I want my old life back!"
You looked at him, your eyes red and puffy. "And I knew if I told you, you’d do exactly what you’re doing now. You’d blame yourself. You’d think my depression or my isolation is your fault because I used my quirk to save you. It’s not your fault. But sometimes…I-I feel so alone. All the time."
Bakugo didn't move. He felt like he’d been hit with the obvious stick. He’d spent months being your off-brand nurse, bringing you meals, scaring off anyone who looked at you weirdly, being the "sturdy" one. Months of trying to make sure you had everything you needed medically. So to hear you felt alone while he was right there, made him feel like a failure. You were the last person he ever wanted to make feel that way.
"You need to leave," you choked out, wiping your face with the back of your hand. "Go be a hero. You dropped from number 5 to 15 because you're always here or at my doctors. Mina told me you blew off that girl last week because I had an appointment. You aren't my boyfriend, Bakugo. You don't owe me a debt, you never did. So please just go live your life."
For a moment, the only sound was the hum of the refrigerator. You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. Bakugo took two long strides and sitting on the coffee table in front of you, forcing you to look at him. He didn't touch you, even though he wanted to. He felt he was too "hot-headed" for delicate moments like this, but his presence was an anchor.
"Shut up," his voice low but still had a bite to it, "Just shut the hell up for a second."
He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "You think I’m at 15 because of you? I’m at 15 because I’m an abrasive asshole who yells at reporters and civilians. That’s on me. And that girl? She was boring. I didn't blow her off, I just didn’t like her."
He looked you dead in the eye, his gaze fierce and unwavering that you couldn’t tell if you were attracted to him or intimidated by him. Maybe both?
"You think this is about a debt? You think I’m some charity worker?" He let out a harsh, dry laugh. "I don't do things I don't want to do. If I wanted to be somewhere else, I’d be there. I’m here because I want to be. I’m here because when I was dead, it was dark, and you were the one who brought the light back. If you’re lonely, that’s on me for not being loud enough. But don't you dare tell me to go find some 'normal' life."
He reached out, his hand hovering over yours on the blanket before moving the blanket up. Your heart sank, he still didn’t understand it. He was always doing things because you helped bring him back, he’s the same way Edgeshot. Before you could start spiraling he spoke again.
"And you think you’re moving back in with your mother? Like hell you are. That woman is a nightmare." He paused. You eyes snapped back to him, how’d he know, was it Mina? Probably her and Kirishima.
“Kirishima told me that raccoon eyes is moving. I’ll find a place with an elevator. Closer to the agency. You aren't going back to that house."
"Bakugo wait I—"
"I’m not paying a debt, y/n," he interrupted, his voice dropping to a gravelly sincerity. "I’m staying because I can. Now, eat the damn food I bought. You look like a breeze could blow you over."
The rest of that night you both ate in silence while some mundane tv show played in the background. Mina finally came home allowing your tense muscles to finally relax. Bakugo said goodbye and you were too exhausted to even give Mina the rundown.
“So?” Mina gleamed ready for the gossip.
“Mina…I love you but I’m too tired. Tomorrow I promise.” You gave her a soft smile walking to your room as you heard her dramatically fainting and going on about needing a good love story.
The next day patrol was a blur of routine for Bakugo. His movements were calculated and sharp, his explosions ringing with a loud violent energy that kept the local villain and thieves at a distance.
Beside him, Kirishima maintained a steady pace, his eyes shifting frequently toward his friend. He knew that "look" the one where his jaw was set so tight and a scowl so bad people would rather cross the street than run into him.
"So," Kirishima started, keeping his voice casual but grounded. "I heard you stayed late at y/n and Mina’s yesterday. How's she holding up? Mina mentioned things have been... heavy."
Bakugo didn't break his stride or turn to look at him. "She’s a mess. Thinks she’s a burden. Thinks I’m playing hero for a damn merit badge."
"You know that’s not it," Kirishima said softly. "But it’s a lot to carry, man. For both of you. You're pushing yourself pretty hard trying to be her entire support system. Which is super manly, but It’s okay to acknowledge that it’s emotional, you know? It’s okay to admit you’re you do this for her because you—"
"Drop it, Shitty Hair," Bakugo snapped. He pulled his phone from his pocket, his thumb scrolling aggressively. "I don’t have time for the feelings lecture. I need to find a place for her, one that’s actually accessible and safe. Her current building is a death trap, too many places for her to hit her head during a seizure. Or if she passes out."
“Kaminari! Hey man!” Kirishima yelled waving him over. Kaminari joined them at the corner, hopping over a curb. Bakugo hadn’t even seen him.
“Hey didn’t realize I’d see you two out patrolling today. What’s up?” Kaminari was his usual energetic self but dropped the energy when he felt Bakugo’s annoyance. He looked at Kirishima who explained the situation to Kaminari.
"Wait, you're looking for apartments for her? That’s great, man! But... uh, didn't Midoriya already have a lead on that?"
Kirishima shook his head no and braced himself. Bakugo stopped dead in his tracks. If looks could kill Kaminari would’ve been on a shirt. The air around his palms began to shimmer with heat. "What?"
"I mean!" Kaminari backtracked, his hands up in a defensive gesture. "Midoriya was just mentioning a while back that since he’s working at UA now and has that faculty housing or whatever... he was talking about maybe moving in y/n. To help out. You know, since they’re both 'retired' from the front lines."
The silence that followed was heavy.
"Think about it, Bakugo," Kaminari pushed on nervously, digging the hole deeper. "Deku lost his quirk too. He gets it. He knows what it’s like to go from the top of the world to... well, to this. He thought it might be good for her to be around someone who isn't constantly reminded of what they lost every time they put on a hero suit."
Kirishima winced, reaching out to grab Kaminari’s shoulder. "Hey, maybe not the time—“
"I don't give a damn what he thinks," Bakugo hissed. He didn't yell or explode. He simply turned and walked away, “Kirishima let’s go”.
Two days later, Bakugo let himself into your apartment using the key he’d effectively commandeered from Mina.
Inside you were in the kitchen, back to the door, swaying to the music slightly as you wiped down the counters. You had on noise-canceling headphones on and were humming a tune that was barely audible over the faucet.
Bakugo didn't mean to sneak up on you, but his heavy boots were muffled by the rug. When he reached out to set a folder of floor plans on the counter, you caught his shadow and spun around.
You gasped, your heart leaping into your throat as you stumbled back against the sink, nearly losing your footing.
"God, Katsuki!" you breathed, ripping the headphones down around your neck. "You nearly gave me a heart attack." Your face was flushed, but you looked brighter today, it was a "good day."
Bakugo didn't apologize and didn't move. He was trying to calm himself down from hearing his name come out of your mouth so casually. How it sounded so perfect. He just grunted and stared at you, gripping the folder in his hand tighter.
"Kaminari has a big mouth," he said looking more pissed than usual. "He said Deku offered to move in with you. To be your little support system because he's 'quirkless' too."
You took a slow, steadying breath. You didn't flinch this time, you knew this was coming so what was the point in trying to dodge it. You met his gaze with a tired kind of honesty.
"He did offer, yeah. As soon as he heard Mina was moving out."
You moved to the kitchen table and sat down, your movements careful from nerves. "And I told him I’d think about it. I have a part-time job that would barely covers my needs, let alone rent if I lived on my own. I can’t live alone. If I have an episode while I’m cooking or in the shower..." you shrugged, a small, helpless gesture. "Izuku is patient and he’s has a consistent schedule. And he understands the... the silence of it all. And i wouldn’t have to live with my mom. I didn't think it was a bad idea."
You stopped talking and finally looked up at him, waiting for the explosion. You expected him to shout, to call Deku a "damn nerd," to tell you that you were being stupid.
Bakugo looked at the folder in his hand. The apartments that were luxury units near his agency, places with 24-hour security and staff. He looked at you, sitting in the kitchen of an apartment you could barely afford, trying to piece together a life out of fragments.
He tossed the folder onto the table. It slid across the wood, stopping right in front of you.
"No," he said like he decided that it was final.
You furrowed your brow. "No? What wh-you can't just—"
"No," he repeated, stepping closer until he was looming over the table. "You aren't moving in with Deku. Not because he’s quirkless or because he 'gets it.' But because he’s a self-sacrificing idiot who will let you wallow in that 'it’s okay to be broken' mindset forever. He’ll hold your hand while you cry, and you’ll both just sit in the dark together."
He slammed a finger down on the folder.
"I found a three-bedroom in the Musutafu Heights district. It’s five minutes from my agency. It has a private lift and 24 hr staff. It’s more space than you need."
You blinked, confused. "I just told you, I can't afford—"
"I’m not asking you to pay for it," Bakugo snapped, his eyes flashing with a fierce, protective heat. "And I’m not moving Deku in there. I’m moving in. If you need someone who knows your meds and can catch you when you fall, it’s going to be me."
He leaned down, his face inches from your face your face started to warm up so you pulled back…a lot. He tried to pretend he didn’t notice, his voice dropping to an intense whisper.
"You want someone who understands loss? Fine. But you need someone who’s going to remind you that you’re still a person, not a patient. I’m not letting you retreat into some 'safe' little bubble with Deku where you both just act like life is fine. You’re coming with me."
You stared at him, your mouth slightly agape. The sheer audacity of his demand should have made you angry, but instead, you felt a strange, grounding warmth and calmness spreading through you.
"You're... you're serious?" you whispered. "You'd give up your privacy? Your 'top-tier' bachelor life? For a roommate who forgets her own name once a month?"
Bakugo straightened up, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking away, a faint tint of red climbing his neck. "I already told you. I don't do things I don't want to do. Now start packing. We’re seeing the place on Sunday."
There’s more coming but this is all I got rn, thx for reading!
Once upon a time… Bakugo finds out the reason why he had three dreams about you in a row
K. Bakugou x Reader
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Warnings: Smut to Fluff, switch! Bakugo and switch! Reader, not proofread, brief mention of KamiJirou
“Hah… S-Suki. Wait- Y-You’re too deep- AH!” a soft, familiar voice whimpers against Bakugo’s ears. His mind is hazy. Right now, all he can comprehend is the heat around his entire cock that makes him groan in pleasure.
He then registers his head buried against this person’s neck, their fingers scratching his back just right, quivering and begging him for more.
Even though his rationality hasn’t fully emerged yet, he feels an undeniable urge to listen closely. His pace quickens, driven by a surge of adrenaline as he moves with intensity and focus. Bakugo senses that he is teetering on the edge of control, an unfamiliar sensation coursing through him. He watches intently as his palm glides towards the person’s stomach, applying gentle pressure, a mix of curiosity and urgency guiding his actions.
It made them both mewl in pleasure. The person squirms, fresh tears dripping down their cheeks.
“M-more… M-more- A-Ah.. Mngh-” He could feel the person twitching around him, pulling him deeper, as if it were a silent plea to release inside the awaiting heat. The sound of skin slapping filled his ears, and Katsuki’s eyes stayed shut.
He still can’t entirely process what’s happening. “Fuck, y’feel so good, sweets,” he breathes, his voice laced with a mix of awe and desire. His heart races, pounding like a drum in his chest as the ‘sweets’ beneath his touch let out a soft whine, their body instinctively arching into his hand. He presses deeper into their soft stomach, savoring the warmth and tenderness, lost in the moment.
“I-I’m- S-suki- I’m gonna-” Bakugo feels his breath warm against the person's skin as he trails soft kisses along their collarbone. Each gentle press of his lips ignited a wave of warmth until he reached their jaw. “I feel it, sweets. C’mon. Let’s do it together, y-yeah?” he grunts, fingers moving to clasp their hands together.
Bakugo feels a tight knot of tension coil in his stomach, a wave of exhilaration surging through him as soft gasps of pleasure slip from his lips. It's a sensation unlike anything he’s experienced before, pushing him towards an uncharted high that ignites every nerve in his body. His hips move with increasing urgency, filled with raw energy.
“Shit! Sweets-” That’s when he feels his eyes move up, to stare at the person he has squirming underneath him.
The moment his eyes locked with yours, he felt himself come, warm seed filling you to the brim.
Bakugo bolted upright in his bed, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. A sense of confusion surged through him, his scarred hand grasping the fabric of his shirt tightly, as if it could anchor him to reality. His wide eyes darted around the dimly lit room.
His pants felt sticky.
Holy fuck- Was it all a dream?
He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, the moisture clinging to his skin as he took a deep breath, attempting to steady his racing heart and gather his thoughts. There is no fucking way he just had a dream of some extra in his class.
It felt surreal, an intoxicating blend of pleasure and intimacy. He could almost still sense the way you tightened around him, the delightful unraveling that coursed through you as your voice, soft and pleading, echoed his name like a sweet melody in the air.
Shit- If he closes his eyes, he can still remember the exact way your face scrunched in pleasure the moment his eyes met yours.
“Hey, Bakugo! You doing okay?” Denki asked with a hint of concern as he gently patted his friend’s back the following morning. The typically fiery and explosive Bakugo sat in unusual silence, lost in deep thought. The corners of his mouth were pulled down in a frown, and it was disheartening when his only response was a faint hum.
Denki glanced up at Kirishima, the closest friend to Bakugo, and exchanged a look filled with unspoken worry. Kirishima’s expressive face mirrored Denki’s concern; while they originally Hurrah!’d at the prospect of a silent morning for the first time in so long, seeing Bakugo so muted was unsettling.
They couldn't shake off the memory of the last time Bakugo had been this quiet, a year ago, when they were just starting their second year. Bakugo had been under heavy medication, which had subdued his fiery spirit and left him wrestling with the weight of his emotions. The thought alone sent a shiver of apprehension through Kirishima and Denki.
Suddenly, softer footsteps echoed in the kitchen. You stifled a yawn, glancing over at the three guys lounging nearby, their relaxed postures contrasting with the growing tension in the room. Bakugo, usually so brimming with confidence, suddenly stiffened, a faint flush creeping up his cheeks when he could recall the “Fffuck S-suki, it’s so good!”
He feels like a complete failure, a true degenerate, more so than the Dunce face next to him and grape head. It's hard to believe that just moments ago, he was lost in a vivid and scandalous dream about the very woman who stands before him now, clad in her soft, bunny-printed pajamas, exuding both innocence and an unintentional allure that makes his cheeks burn with shame.
Despite the cozy embrace of the fluffy white sweater enveloping you, Bakugo's thoughts are consumed by the vivid memory of how stunning you looked without it. Your natural beauty seemed to radiate, leaving a lasting impression that lingers in his mind. “Morning, guys. How was the mission yesterday?”
As your voice reached him, Bakugo's concentration slipped away like sand through his fingers. He felt a wave of disconnection wash over him, drowning out the sound of the conversation enveloping them. With a solemn exhale, he closed his eyes, attempting to block out the world around him. The chatter faded into a distant murmur, replaced by a chaotic storm of unbidden thoughts and emotions that swirled within his mind, thankful that the day was a Saturday, and he does not have to live through the torture of spending class with you beside him, not when the dream was still so fresh in his mind.
Maybe he should take a nap? After the gruesome mission yesterday with Denki and Kirishima, where they had to find this villain with a mind quirk, he can still feel his sore muscles.
He should NOT have taken that nap.
Bakugo now finds himself sitting on his bed, sweating with his pants all sticky AGAIN.
There is no fucking way.
Two times in a row, he dreamt of you in a not-so-innocent way.
“Keep your eyes on me, ‘Suki” the same voice calls out to him, like a siren.
The first sensation that washed over him was a familiar thrill coiling in the pit of his stomach, igniting a rush of heat that spread through his entire being. But along with that pleasure came a disconcerting realization: much like before, he found himself devoid of control over his own movements. It felt as if he were merely a spectator in his own body, watching but unable to control anything. This time, however, Bakugo’s gaze was unexpectedly met with the striking image of you straddling him
A playful smirk curved at the corners of your mouth, your lips glistening with a rich, tantalizing sheen that bore the unmistakable marks of his own lips on yours. Each smudge reflected how long this has been going on. He already feels like this was not the first round.
Bakugo inhales deeply, savoring the intoxicating scent that surrounds you, a heady mix of warmth and allure. His head tilts back, a deep, guttural groan escaping his lips as he loses himself in the moment. His hands grip your love handles tightly, fingers digging in slightly as you rhythmically bounce up and down, each movement eliciting a surge of desire that courses through him.
“Mmmngh.. Sshhhiiiit, keep going s-sweets”
The pleasure envelops him completely, each wave washing over him with an intensity that leaves him breathless. He finds himself yearning to remain in this moment forever, captivated by the sight of your breasts gently rising and falling with each breath.
But then came another daunting realization.
You looked older than you do now, yet your beauty remains as captivating as ever. He watches as his hand slowly moves to cup your breast, feeling the warmth and softness beneath his palm. The sound of your moan, a soft melody of pleasure, sends a shiver through him, and he notices your hands clenching into tight fists against his chest, as if holding onto the intense sensations coursing through you. In that moment, he becomes aware of how much more defined his arms appear now, taut and muscular.
He finds his voice grunting, moaning lowly with praises that make your pussy flutter with pride. “Look at you, beautiful girl- T-Taking me so well.”
With his free hand, thick fingers slowly makes its way to your clit, rubbing it with the perfect amount of pressure. You gasp, back arching from the sensation. You slammed down deeper, screaming in ecstasy as the fat head of his cock pressed against your most sensitive spot.
Hips rolled against his pelvis, Bakugo whimpers at how your pussy convulsed around him. “O-oh.. ‘m close… M-making me feel so fucking good.” The overwhelming pit of desire was too much. You leaned down, kissing him passionately. You kissed him with a tenderness that spoke volumes, as if he were the most precious treasure in your life. Each gentle brush of your lips conveyed a love so profound that mere words would fail to capture the ache of joy and longing he ignited within you.
He’s panting loudly now, face filled with pleasure, and eyes rolled back from the addicting feeling of his cock growing impossibly heavy inside you, waiting to come undone. “M-mmh! Oh, ffhuckk!”
His thighs tensed underneath you as your actions turned faster and faster. Incoherent babbles left his throat, “P-please.. L-let me c-come inside s-sweETS! AH!”
Everything felt too good. He can barely register when you nudged against his parted lips, eyes already hazy with pleasure when his mouth became full of one of your breasts. He mindlessly sucked, whimpering against the supple skin as he let his mind go blank for you.
Your lips moved to his ear, not once leaving his warmed skin. “I love you, Katsuki.” You mumbled softly, voice full of love and pleasure, while you tighten around him. “You wanna come inside? Want to fill me up?” It almost feels illegal for your voice to be so soft yet seductive, treating him like your personal toy. His sobs were muffled as he continued to obediently suck, but you can see how he pathetically nods his head, desperate for release, desperate for you. Bakugo thrusted his hips up to prove a point, fingers pressing your clit.
FuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!
The moment your eyes gently closed in waves of exquisite pleasure, you cradled his head with delicate care against the inviting softness of your chest. He only lets go of the tension inside him, the moment your hand found his, and his fingers instinctively circled a ring.
Yeah, okay, if Bakugo has a yen for every time he has a wet dream about you, he’d have 2 yen. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happens twice.
After slipping into a crisp, clean set of clothes, the blonde boy reluctantly finds himself at a crossroads, compelled to confront his feelings for once (something he loathes doing because he has the emotional intelligence of a particularly aggressive worm). But he cannot fathom why he’s having such… Such inappropriate dreams of you. Bakugo scowls at himself. He remembers the time he ended up in Mineta’s room when chasing a rabbit. Fuck, was that purple creep’s pervertedness contagious?!
Still.
It’s not like he has a crush on you. Sure, you’re nice, patient, always sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. Pshhh, who cares?! It’s not like you’re reliable in battle. Smart in the best ways. Have a smile that makes his heart race in anger! Definitely anger!
Yep. This is why it’s weird. Bakugo spent his entire life laser-focused on becoming the best. Feelings, relationships, yada yada, all that sappy shit slows people down.
He never tried anything. Never even thought about it. So why in the world is he having dreams like this?!
“Dumb brain!” he mutters angrily under his breath, and with another irritated sigh, he shoves his hand into his pocket and heads downstairs once more to try and clear his head.
The dorm is quiet this late. The lights are dimmed, and there is no laughter echoing the large space.
He thinks he’ll have some peace at this time, maybe cook a little snack to get his mind of off…
You.
Bakugo paused when he saw you curled up on the couch, fluffy blanket draped over your legs, and a mug of something warm resting in your hands. You have headphones on while reading a book, still unaware of his presence until you feel the gaze of someone’s eyes on you.
He watches as you jolt slightly, obviously not expecting him to be awake so late in the night. “Bakugo! Didn’t expect to see you up.” You waved with a smile, putting your headphones down to hang from your neck.
“Tch.” he looks away, debating if he should just turn around immediately.
But instead, he walks closer. “You’re up too,” he pointed out gruffly. You smile sheepishly as if caught red-handed. “Wanna sit? I have some cookies,” you pat the space beside you, then gestured to the bowl of mini cookies that looked freshly baked.
He hesitates once more.
Then, annoyingly, he finds himself sitting down next to you. It looked like he was almost shy, eyes not meeting yours, and movements hesitant.
At first, the conversation was short. Awkward. You didn’t seem to mind; instead, you took it as a sign to lead the conversation. He doesn’t seem to mind, either. Listening to your voice, your little mannerisms as you narrate about anything that comes to mind.
I’ll stay for 10 more minutes, then I’ll excuse myself. He tried to say internally.
10 minutes became 30 minutes. 30 minutes became an hour.
As time goes on, he slowly opens up to you as well. Before either of you realizes it, you’re talking about distant memories, stupid, embarrassing stories, and future dreams. You laugh at his snarky jokes, and for some reason, it makes Bakugo feel like he’s already the best.
He feels light-headed and like little explosions are popping all across his skin.
It’s…. Nice.
Dangerously nice.
The I-want-this-more-often type of nice.
By the time you both went your respective ways, he finds himself craving your presence immediately. He didn’t even notice how the clock read 2:55 AM.
He collapses into the bed with a faint smile, and then, he’s dreaming again.
This time, it’s quiet. Bakugo registers that he’s sitting on a couch he doesn’t recognize. It seems expensive. With his parents being part of the fashion industry, he can see how the material used for the couch seems like an exclusive; it’s not the type one can buy just anywhere.
Everything looks expensive, actually. From what he can see, he’s surrounded with furniture that could easily cost someone’s entire life savings. With the afternoon sun spilling through large windows, something shifts in his arms.
A baby.
With bright blonde hair and the cutest face in the world.
Is it his baby? The thought hits him so suddenly that it steals the breath from his lungs.
His eyes remain fixed on the small bundle in his arms, watching the way his own body instinctively cradles the child close to his chest, like something fragile and precious that the world itself must never touch too roughly. His hold is firm but careful, protective in a way that feels deeply rooted in his bones.
Holy fuck, his heart feels so full it almost hurts.
His thumb brushes gently over the baby’s tiny hand, watching those impossibly small fingers curl around him. The simple touch sends a strange ache through his chest.
Bakugo can’t control his body, but if he could, he knows his eyes would tear up. That his eyes will sting, and his throat will tighten with the overwhelming rush of love he feels.
The baby’s eyes open, looking at him with wide, curious eyes before it turns into crescents, letting out soft babbles of laughter. His breath hitched. He knows the color and shape of those eyes all too well.
Before he can process it, someone touches his shoulders.
It’s you.
And he feels himself- his actual body, that seems like it has a mind of its own- tear up. The baby’s coo reaches his ears, your hand still touching his shoulder, he feels the drops fall down his cheeks, because holy fuck, it’s you.
Older, hair a little longer. Your face looks more mature with time, but his heart knows it's you, even when it was just from the tips of your fingers meeting his skin.
You press a gentle kiss to his cheek, then move to his lips when you proceed to wipe the tears falling freely.
“You’re crying again, ‘Suki,” you murmured with a soft smile, free hand brushing over the giggling baby affectionately. “Look at her, we’re going to be great parents.”
His brain short-circuits.
Parents?
He tries to speak, tries to move. But just like the other dreams, he can’t control anything. Merely watching through his own eyes.
He sees a framed picture, far behind you. Him in a tuxedo, you in a white dress-
Bakugo jolts awake, heart pounding.
“What the-” his fingers touched his cheeks, he’s been crying.
But never mind that- It has already been three. Three dreams. Three nights in a row where he’s there with you every single time.
He wipes his face aggressively, “What the hell is wrong with me-”
CRASH!
A loud bang echoes from the hallway outside his room, followed by a “Bro! Denks! Calm down, dude!”
Down the hall, after he yanked open the door, a small crowd of his ‘idiotic friends’ surrounds a bright red and mildly panicked Denki. Kirishima and Sero is trying (and obviously failing) not to laugh, and Mina is already cackling with her phone out to record.
“What the fuck are you idiots being so loud for?!” Bakugo demanded, stomping over to them.
Kaminari runs a hand through his hair, “I-I didn’t mean to short-circuit, man! I just-”
“What did you do now, Spark Plug?”
Kirishima grins. “Bro got a dream that he was proposing to Jirou!”
Kaminari groans again, little bolts of electricity flying around his head. Bakugo rolls his eyes in return, but cannot say that he’s been having similar dreams of his own. “Tch. So what? It’s just a damn dream, get over it.”
The hallway goes quiet, and he’s met with all four of his friends blinking at him in confusion.
“What? Don’t tell me you fuckers think it’s real..?!” he scowls. If they do believe dreams are future premonitions or some shady shit like that, he might actually have to request the school to bring them back to junior high.
“...Dude.” Kirishima scratches the back of his neck, “Did you seriously forget what happened on the mission two days ago?”
“Hah?! What’re you talkin’ about?”
Kirishima sighed, gesturing to himself, Kaminari, then to Bakugo. “The villain’s quirk…? The one that hit all three of us?”
Kaminari gulps, but Bakugo just looks confused. He did faintly remember having a strong beam of light directed at them, but it didn’t do anything, so he brushed it off almost immediately.
“Y’know? The one that makes you see your future through your dreams?”
Well fuck!
Suddenly, with his eyes widened and jaw dropped to the floor, Bakugo finally understands why he’s dreamed about you three times in a row.
BONUS!
Knowing the future did not mean rushing towards it.
The dream had shaken him, sure, with seeing glimpses of what he now knows is his future with you, it made his heart pound erratically whenever he’s in the same room as you.
But it was simply just that.
A mere glimpse.
And if someone knows Bakugo, then they know that he has never been the type to follow a path simply because it was laid out in front of him.
If he was going to stand beside you one day, to experience that softness and security in his dreams, then it had to be because the two of you chose it. Not because some forgettable villain’s quirk told him it might happen.
So, he took his time. He learned you slowly, fully living in the present moments that came naturally between you both.
He learns the little habits you had during study sessions. The way your voice softened when you talked about your family. The quiet strength you carry during missions.
The more he learned, the more one thing became painfully clear.
Even if there was never a villain who ended up showing him his future, he would have undeniably still fallen hard for you. Because you were perfect in his eyes. You were the one who made him understand what yearning felt like, why so many singers pour their hearts out in love songs, and why artists had muses.
As much as he craved to be called yours, to have you in his arms because he knew it would feel so right, he did not confess. He waited for you to say something first, because it feels almost wrong to take “advantage” of the situation, even if others said otherwise.
And when you finally did, he hugged you so tight, already promising himself he would never let you go.
After building your careers as heroes side by side, after the countless dates and memories, years later, Bakugo finds himself standing at the end of the aisle.
He looks composed, but all those who know him can see the tension in his shoulders. Not from fear, but from the overwhelming love he has for the moment. The urge to finally be known as yours for the rest of your lives.
The music stops.
And you appear. Just like the vision he saw by the frame, you smiled at him like he was worth loving, like he was deserving of becoming your forever.
This is something not merely due to a quirk, forced onto you both. It was something the two of you built together. Step by step. Argument after argument. Choice by choice. You both made this work.
You stop in front of him, tears in your eyes just like the tears in his own. He takes your hand in his, brushing over your knuckles with reverence. The world pauses at this moment, and all he sees is you.
When vows were to be exchanged, he took a deep breath. “Y’know, I saw something like this in a dream. Pieces of a future I didn’t understand yet.”
He looks at your eyes, ignoring the way he can already hear half the room sniffle with their own tears, “But the dreams weren’t what mattered-” a shy smile graced his lips. Every nerve in his body seemed to hum with certainty. From then, now, and until forevermore, he knows he's stubbornly yours.
“-Living the path that brought me here with you was.”
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A/N: This was my excuse to practice writing smut #mybad
i NEED kirishima and reader fooling around on the couch that leads to mating presses on the couch, (ugh imagine his big hands holding the tops of ur thighs while he’s pounding you into the couch) ur both super into it, right on the brink of cumming so the dirty talking is getting nasty and sweet and bakugo comes through the front door with kaminari and sero looking for kiri since he’s late to the gym <33333
ps i know kiri has nasty dirty talk bc he’s a freak & a sweetheart <3
and you’re so right about kirishima being absolutely nasty with his mouth as he man-handles youu. you’d both be having a weekly sleepover, same as always. same couch, same blanket half-kicked to the floor, same excuse of let's watch something that neither of you ever actually watches.
you've been doing this since freshman year, and somewhere between then and now, you both turned into adults with the kind of tension that lives in every accidental brush of hands, every excuse to sit a little closer than necessary. pretending. you're both very good at pretending.
"k-kirishima! s-stop!!" you laughed out hysterically, body twisting sideways into the cushions as his fingers dug into your waist. tears prickling the corners of your eyes from cackling so hard, legs kicking uselessly—like that was going to do anything against someone built like a wall.
"stop what?" he said. completely straight-faced, because he's actually evil, and you hate him a little.
you got one hand free and pushed at his chest. his stupidly wide, warm chest, pecs solid and unyielding under your palm—and that's when the laughing slowed down.
his hands went still. you both noticed at the same time. his eyes dropped to where your hand sat flat against him, then dragged slowly back up to your face, and something shifted in the low, warm lamplight of his living room.
the grin didn’t disappear exactly. it just became softer. a small, knowing tug at the corner of his mouth, like he’d clocked something he’d been waiting for.
“you good?” he asked, almost a whisper. low. careful.
your hand didn’t move.
and that was enough apparently—because the nex thing you knew his palm was curving around the side of your jaw, tilting your chin up, and he kissed you slow. the kind of slow that made your thoughts scatter like they’d been knocked off a table.
every careful, unspoken thing you’d build around the not-saying-it started crumbling the second his mouth moved against yours like he meant it, like he’d thought about it, like he had planned it.
it got away from you after that.
he kissed you until you were softly flushed, pulling at the hem of his shirt with both fists. then he dragged his mouth down your throat, found your pulse, and bit—soft enough to make you arch up into him, sharp enough to pull a gasp out of you that you didn’t entirely mean to make.
“pretty,” he murmured against your skin, and you felt it in your stomach, your thighs, everywhere.
he got your shorts pushed down your legs and paused to check in with a quiet yeah? pressed against your cheek—you were already embarrassingly wet. you nodded so fast it was almost undignified. he laughed, warm and low, and pressed his forehead to yours, as if he needed a second.
“been thinking about this for a while,” he admitted, voice raspy and honest in a way that made your chest do something complicated.
“yeah?” you breathed, shaky.
“yeah.”
two fingers slide in without much warning—meanly curling up against that sweet spot inside you while his thumb circles around your clit. working you open deliberately and slowly while you try to keep it together. you didn’t. he looked so pleased about it—watching every flutter of your lashes like he was cataloguing it, filing it away.
by the time you were dripping around his fingers, slick leaking down to the cushion beneath you, your hips were chasing his hand all needy. he pulled out abruptly just to watch you whine. “kiri—”
“i know,” he said simply. “i got you.”
he pushed his sweats down and got you repositioned—back flat against the cushions, your thighs pressed up toward your chest, your body lightly shaking. not scared. just overwhelmed with it, the weight of him hovering over you.
he pushed his sweats down and got you repositioned—back flat against the cushions, thighs pressed up toward your chest. his bulky frame blocked the lamp behind him so you were mostly looking up at the dark shape of him, his jaw, his shoulders, that subtle glint in his eyes catching the light.
“breathe,” he said softly.
he pushed in slow. every single inch dragging, the stretch going deeper until he finally bottomed out, and the sound that left you was so lewd, he felt himself tingle. his hands slid up to grip the tops of your thighs—god, his hands, so big they nearly spanned the entire width of your thighs, and pressed them back further—folding you open, locking you exactly where he wanted you.
you moaned, your voice much louder than you wanted. knees nearly at your shoulders. nowhere to go. completely at his mercy. “f-fuck—”
“there she is,” he breathed, looking down at you pinned beneath him like you were the best thing he’d ever seen.
he rolled his hips. once. slow, grinding drag outward that emptied your head completely. you felt that shift inside you, felt the thick drag of his cock against your walls, and your pussy clenched greedily around him.
“oh,” he said softly, like that answered something. “like that, huh.”
“there you go,” he murmured, starting to move. deep, rolling thrusts. perfect full thrusts, each one pushing the air out of you on the way in. you felt every vein, every inch, your slick making it obscenely loud in the quiet apartment. “taking me s’ well, aren’t yeah?”
not a question. “k-kiri~”
“mhm.” the smugness in it should’ve annoyed you. it didn’t, because he rolled his hips at a different angle, and your vision went white for a moment. he kept the same patient pace, watching your face go soft and desperate. “getting all needy already? i’ve barely done anything.”
“shut up—”
“make me,” he said pleasantly, smacking the flat of his palm directly on your clit.
you moaned out, hips jolting up into it even as you yelped, thighs trying to close around his hand and finding nowhere to go because he literally had you folded, completely pinned, thighs locked by his forearms. “s-shit... k-kiri—”
“too much?” he asked, already knowing the answer from the way you were dripping, slick smeared across his forearms.
“n-no—” you spat, glaring up at him.
“didn’t think so.” and then his thumb was there, pressing firm circles onto your swollen clit, slow and controlled, while he kept moving, kept that deep rolling grind that was making your toes curl. “you’re soaking. making a mess of my couch, pretty girl.”
your face went hot. "i hate you—"
"no you don't." his thumb pressed harder, making you gasp. "say it again... and i'll stop."
you whined at his words, tears brimming in your eyes as you continued to moan his name.
hips snapping deeper, the wet sounds between you getting worse—completely shameless, the couch creaking under you both. his free hand was gripping your thigh so hard you'd probably bruise, keeping you right there, open and helpless and taking everything he gave.
"you're so fucking tight—" rough, losing the composed thing entirely. "shit— been wanting this— been wanting inside you for so long—"
"oh my g-god~" you sob, eyes rolled back as he bullied your pussy with his thick cock.
"s' all f' me, yeah?" thumb working faster, hips snapping forward to match it. "this pretty pussy's all f' me. say it."
"yes— fuck— yes, it's yours—"
"good girl," he goraned. It was like a reward. like you'd earned it.
and then he smacked your clit again—once, then twice, quick sharp taps that had you wailing, hips bucking desperately into nothing, walls fluttering around his cock so hard he moaned through his teeth.
his thumb came back immediately after, rubbing fast, relentless circles right where you needed it while he buried himself deep, hips rolling in short, brutal strokes that hit your sweet spot over and over.
"close—" it came out broken. "s-so close don't stop~"
"i know." breathing ragged against your cheek, voice gone rough. "m' gonna fill you up— cum f' me, pretty. please—"
"please~ please don't stop—"
"never fucking stopping—" he growled, his thrusts becoming rougher, his cock completely engulfed by your dripping pussy.
the front door swung open.
"YO SHITTY HAIR, WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN? WE'VE BEEN WAITING AT THE GYM FOR—" bakugou's voice echoed through the apartment.
sero and kaminari were piled behind him. both making small talk—kaminari mid-sentence about a playlist, and sero already toeing off his shoes—none of them looking up until bakugou did.
dead silence.
kaminari made a sound like he'd inhaled his own soul.
kirishima stopped moving—hips stuttering a beat too late. you shoved your face directly into his chest while he grabbed the blanket off the floor and threw it over you in one motion. he cleared his throat. "...hey, guys."
"WHAT THE ACTUAL—"
"we'll reschedule," kiri said. very calm. clearly out of breath yet stay composed. "the gym. we can reschedule."
a long, terrible silence.
"bro," kaminari whispered. respectfully.
sero had fully rotated to face the wall. shoulders shaking. laughing—that traitor.
bakugou looked like he was personally auditing every life decision that had led him to this couch, this moment, this apartment. he pointed at kiri. retracted it. pointed again.
"three seconds—"
"katsuki." patient. gentle. still buried inside you, thumb still resting against your clit. this was genuinely insane. "door."
it closed.
muffled from the hallway: "i saw nothing" (kaminari, way too loud), "oh my god" (sero, still obnoxiously laughing), and bakugou furious and somewhat personally offended—
"i'm going to actually kill him."
you slowly lifted your face from kiri's chest.
looked at each other.
he had the absolute nerve to grin. big, bright, completely unbothered, like he hadn't just let his three best friends walk in on him folding you in half on his own couch.
"...so," he said, thumb resuming its slow circles like nothing happened. "where were we?"
Katsuki gets the call on his afternoon patrol in the city.
He was walking down past a strip of stores, streets busy with late lunchtime crowds and kids heading home from school.
Best Jeanist was planning on meeting him for an early dinner, given that you’d be busy catching up on paperwork after your own patrol at the opposite end of the city.
Sweat trickled down his chest under his hero suit, sun beating down and the scent of smoke floating around in his wake after a run-in with some street level robbers. He’d been waiting for some real action for hours.
Leaning against a building as pedestrians strolled on past, vibrations buzzed through his back pocket. Pulling it out, Katsuki smiled to himself seeing your name on the screen, not particularly caring that a group of rowdy teens across the road could see him with that look on his face.
“Hey, baby.” The phone pressed to his ear, his own voice gruff from yelling for the better half of the last hour at some shitty wannabe villains.
What he wasn’t expecting was a completely random woman’s voice to be on the other end of the line.
“Hello, is this Bakugo Katsuki?” She spoke, tone polite and professional as if the man wasn’t extremely confused.
His back straightened against the wall, concern bubbling up in his stomach. “Yeah. Who the hell are you?”
The lady cleared her throat, Katsuki’s hand tightening around his phone. “Sir, I’m calling from Musutafu City Hospital. Your partner is currently stable, however they came in with some serious injuries around an hour ago…”
The woman’s voice started to drown out from Katsuki’s ears from the moment he heard the call was coming from the hospital. Panic settled in, heart thumping painfully hard between his ribs.
He didn’t even realise he’d hung up, feet already running as quickly as possible through the streets towards the hospital.
On the way, he managed to call Best Jeanist to tell him he was off patrol, and that he was on his way to the hospital.
He didn’t even dare to think about what had happened to you. All he cared about was how bad it was. He didn’t care about how it must look, Pro Hero Dynamight sprinting through the city on the verge of a full blown panic attack.
The moment he was out of the busiest area of the city, he took off exploding his way through the air flying towards the hospital as fast as humanely possible.
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The first thing you noticed was the beeping.
Incessant, fuzzy sounds of consistent beeping registered in your ears as the ringing faded, muted buzzing of electricity coming in next.
Then, the pain came.
Low throbbing of your own pulse radiated across your torso. Through the haze of whatever drug you must be on, you quickly figured out that the pain would probably be much worse without it.
After a few dragging moments, you just about managed to squint open your eyes.
Blinding fluorescent lights cut sharp through your vision, causing you to hiss. That rhythmic pain got worse as you shifted, trying to lift your head slightly.
Hazy shapes started to unblur, and the hospital room began to take shape as the light grew less intense.
Beside your bed, Katsuki was sat on a chair that was shuffled as close to you as possible. A ruffled mop of spiky blonde hair lay against your leg, his hand limply resting on top of your own.
You stared at him for a moment, still fully regaining consciousness. Tubes were attached to your arm, connected to an IV and a bunch of monitors were at your other bedside.
Memories of the attack came to the forefront of your mind. What had been a simple patrol morphed into a much more serious problem. Villains had swarmed the group you’d been with.
You mostly remembered the swing of a blade and a horrible slicing across your stomach. Had it been any deeper, you’d probably be dead already.
“Kats.” You tried to say, but it came out breathy and hoarse. How long had it been? Outside of the window, the sun had already long since set and the scattering of stars were visible. Fuck.
You squeezed the hand that was holding yours, tensing at the effort it took. “Katsuki.” This time, your voice was a little stronger. After a few attempts, your husband shot up alert in his chair.
His head snapped towards you, and his tired eyes widened at the sight of you fully awake and smiling softly at him.
“You fucking idiot.” He mumbled, voice cracking as he brought your hand to his mouth. He’d have launched himself at you with a hug if it wouldn’t make your pain worse.
“I’m sorry.” You breathed out weakly, slurred from the heavy pain meds. “Didn’t mean for this to happen.”
His eyes softened, not taking them off you for a minute as if he was worried you’d slip away from him any moment.
“Shut up. The hell are you sorry for, huh?” His tone lacked any aggression whatsoever, as it always did when it was you.
You took a breath, rubbing your thumb comfortingly across his hand. “Should’ve been more careful.” He leaned in closer, brushing your hair away from your forehead gently. “I’m sorry if I scared you.”
“Stop.” He shook his head, a soft fierceness filling his eyes. “You were a damn hero today. You’re in the top 10 for a reason.”
His words made you smile, and his chest warmed at the sight. Katsuki hated seeing you like this, in pain and feeling guilty.
You both had an intense passion, a deep ambition to be the best heroes you could be. He wanted to make sure you knew you were succeeding.
“The doc said you’re stuck here for a few days.” He muttered, still brushing your hair back. It was practically lulling you back to sleep. “Brought some shit here for us. Figured you wouldn’t wanna stay in that ugly ass gown the whole time.”
You chuckled, wincing at the pain in your torso. “Thank you. You should go home. Can’t be stuck in a hospital with me and be a pro hero at the same time.”
“Don’t even fuckin’ start.” He grumbled, watching you intensely. “Already called the agency. Said I’d be done with work until you’re better. And don’t argue with me on this.”
“Kats-” You tried to speak, to protest that he shouldn’t stay.
“No.” He immediately shut it down, fingers carding through your disheveled hair. “I’m staying. My agency can handle shit without me for a while.”
You didn’t argue this time. In reality, you were grateful. The idea of being stuck in a hospital, alone, in pain, for a matter of days wasn’t exactly pleasant.
You sighed softly, eyes growing heavier the more he comforted you at your bedside. “Thank you, baby.” You whispered, tightening your grip on his other hand.
He smiled with that look reserved only for you, a softness no one else saw. Vulnerability was never his thing, but with you it felt a whole lot easier.
“Sleep.” He breathed, taking your face carefully in his warm hands and pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.
It warmed your whole body, sinking down into the hospital bed that felt tons comfier now that Katsuki was holding you. You could feel him, caramel and smoke invading your senses and curling around you like a hug in itself.
You began to drift back to sleep, this time the pain much duller thanks to Katsuki being there with you. He was your person, after all, as you were his.
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“You really should’ve seen a medic, Katsuki. I’m hardly qualified.” You say, guiding the antiseptic soaked cotton pad over the gash on his cheek. Sustained on a patrol, he’d come home complaining something about sidekicks being useless and cursing out the villain he’d apprehended.
“Yeah, well I trust you more.” The blonde mutters under his breath. “And this’ll be faster than waiting for somebody’s healing quirk to recharge, or whatever they’re calling slacking now.”
You roll your eyes, internally smiling at his quiet admission of trust. To you, it means more than an ‘I love you’ because you’ve seen first hand what it takes to get Katsuki Bakugo of all people to open up to someone. You’re straddling his thighs while he leans back on the plush sofa of your home, neck creating an indent in the fluffy blanket you insist keeping on the back of the sofa in case you get cold. The way he holds your hips isn’t sexual, just to steady you while you work on his gash.
“Okay, stay still, I’ve gotta dig out a little piece of dirt and this might sting.” You grimace, dragging the folded up edge of the pad and guiding it through the now clean, albeit still red and raw, slice on his cheek. It really wasn’t as bad as you’d initially expected, it was just the blood he’d let smear into his skin that gave you the impression he’d need stitches more than a bottle of antiseptic from your shared medicine cabinet. And then-
“Ngh-!” The noise stops you in your tracks, a droplet of antiseptic dribbling in a wobbly stream down his face. Holy shit, did he just whimper? And, even worse, did you just enjoy it? He looks just as embarrassed as you, big hand dragging down his face and avoiding eye contact. You grin down at him from your positioning, revelling in the flush present in his cheeks.
“That was certainly an interesting noise, Kats. Think you’d do it again?”
“Fuck off.” He’s still pink. “Just clean the cut.”
You do, ensuring to mop up any dirt or blood that comes out, although you’re running more on hero first aid training autopilot; now you think about it, Katsuki does have a habit of biting down on your shoulder or his lip when he gets close. You’d assumed it was a concentration thing at the time, hazy from orgasmic bliss, although now you’re starting to consider he only does it to keep himself quiet. On the rare occasion he does let a moan slip out, he’ll always go twice as hard in an effort to drown himself out in your own noises.
“Oi. Is it bleeding again or are you just holding that thing in place for no reason?”
“Oh. Sorry. Just thinking…” you trail off, hoping he’ll pick up what you’re picking down and not do what he usually does, which is make you verbally tell him what you’re pondering over.
“About what?”
Here we go.
“Not much.. just.. are you embarrassed about making noise outside of, like, groans in bed?”
He flushes, caught off guard. Maybe he does hold back, and maybe he is just a little bit embarrassed, but also how is he supposed to hear you if he’s whining all over the place?
“The fuck are you asking that for?”
“Just… I think it’s nice when you make noise. Like you did then.” He glares at you. Clearly it was a whimper of pain, can you not differentiate? Although the thought of letting you try and make him lose his composure was interesting.
And suddenly, you’re slipping off his lap and kneeling in between his legs- and he’s taken aback, because he’s not used to the level of control you’re exhibiting over him as you grab the waistband of his sweatpants and haul them down along with his black boxers. You wouldn’t want them getting stained after all, you’d only washed them last night, and he was already pretty hard.
All it takes is a few pumps and he’s breathing heavily through his nose, watching you run a thumb over his pink tip and internally cursing himself for the way his hips jerk up to meet your soft palm while you giggle. He won’t give in, he’s determined- even as he has to suppress a gasp when you lean down to poke your tongue out and lick a single stripe from the base to the throbbing tip of his cock.
He can stay composed, he knows he can, pulling at the roots of his blonde hair in a bid to remain in control of his own body. You, on the other hand, are determined to ensure he hands you the reins; the idea of making him whimper again fuels you further when you get the bright idea to breathily moan out his name. It works like a charm, making him groan behind the back of the hand he has pressed to his mouth and clench his eyes shut.
“Nuh uh Kats, keep looking.”
He doesn’t even say anything in protest- a testament to how much he’s concentrating on not cumming right now- and wrenches his eyelids open, lashes fluttering. When you finally lean forwards and fully take him into your warm, soft mouth, he almost chokes- and you love it. Hand making up the difference of what you can’t take for fear of triggering your gag reflex, your spit mixes with his precum and dribbles in a line out of the corner of your mouth.
It’s when you gaze up at him, wide eyes blinking and just slightly glassy, lips stretched around his cock, hair falling like a loose waterfall around the shape of your face, that he knows he’s done for. Katsuki tries to hold it in, he really does, but the way you suck at his cock without ever breaking eye contact has him trembling and pulling your hair with one hand, gripping the armrest with the other.
“Fuck, keep doing that.”
It’s not a whine, but it’s a beg and that’s close. But not close enough- so you keep going, not giving him a break as his eyes roll back and hips buck furiously inside your mouth while his first orgasm runs down your throat in salty rivulets. He moans quietly when he cums, but it’s still not enough for you- you want him wrecked, whimpering above you like he can’t form coherent words.
Your mouth moves faster, tightening around him even as he trembles from overstimulation and tears well in his pretty red eyes. He gasps, hand tangling in your hair like he’s desperately trying to cling on to the shred of control you’re offering him before he goes into the orgasmic equivalent of the fucking hadal zone- he’s far past the deep end by now.
He’s already close again- how is he close again?- and it’s not made any easier for him to cling on when you moan out loud, the vibrations around his cock spurring him further and further on to another orgasm-
And he finally, finally cracks- a surprised little whimper escapes his lips at your tongue swirling over his tip inside your mouth. It delights you; he’s finally letting go, giving in to what his body wants- and once he allows one whimper to escape its confines, more and more follow until he’s practically shaking above you and whimpering with every bob of your head.
When he reaches his second orgasm, it’s with a strained whine that has you questioning if you really can cum based on sound alone. It’s gorgeous watching him, the way he throws his head back and shudders as he releases inside your mouth. His eyes are long since screwed up, and you’re sure there’ll be dents in the armrest tomorrow, but any damage done to your seating was worth it just to hear him lose himself above you.
“So you can make noise.” You quip while pulling up his sweatpants.
“Shut up.” He says hoarsely, dragging you back into his lap so he can bury his face into your shoulder and inhale deeply to steady his breathing. He seems hellbent on never making any noise again, including talking- although, you could always just find a way to make him, you think while smiling into his hair.
The antiseptic lies forgotten on the side table.
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a/n: does anybody else actually know what the hadal zone is? (In case you don’t, it’s essentially a really deep part of the sea.)
“You really should’ve seen a medic, Katsuki. I’m hardly qualified.” You say, guiding the antiseptic soaked cotton pad over the gash on his cheek. Sustained on a patrol, he’d come home complaining something about sidekicks being useless and cursing out the villain he’d apprehended.
“Yeah, well I trust you more.” The blonde mutters under his breath. “And this’ll be faster than waiting for somebody’s healing quirk to recharge, or whatever they’re calling slacking now.”
You roll your eyes, internally smiling at his quiet admission of trust. To you, it means more than an ‘I love you’ because you’ve seen first hand what it takes to get Katsuki Bakugo of all people to open up to someone. You’re straddling his thighs while he leans back on the plush sofa of your home, neck creating an indent in the fluffy blanket you insist keeping on the back of the sofa in case you get cold. The way he holds your hips isn’t sexual, just to steady you while you work on his gash.
“Okay, stay still, I’ve gotta dig out a little piece of dirt and this might sting.” You grimace, dragging the folded up edge of the pad and guiding it through the now clean, albeit still red and raw, slice on his cheek. It really wasn’t as bad as you’d initially expected, it was just the blood he’d let smear into his skin that gave you the impression he’d need stitches more than a bottle of antiseptic from your shared medicine cabinet. And then-
“Ngh-!” The noise stops you in your tracks, a droplet of antiseptic dribbling in a wobbly stream down his face. Holy shit, did he just whimper? And, even worse, did you just enjoy it? He looks just as embarrassed as you, big hand dragging down his face and avoiding eye contact. You grin down at him from your positioning, revelling in the flush present in his cheeks.
“That was certainly an interesting noise, Kats. Think you’d do it again?”
“Fuck off.” He’s still pink. “Just clean the cut.”
You do, ensuring to mop up any dirt or blood that comes out, although you’re running more on hero first aid training autopilot; now you think about it, Katsuki does have a habit of biting down on your shoulder or his lip when he gets close. You’d assumed it was a concentration thing at the time, hazy from orgasmic bliss, although now you’re starting to consider he only does it to keep himself quiet. On the rare occasion he does let a moan slip out, he’ll always go twice as hard in an effort to drown himself out in your own noises.
“Oi. Is it bleeding again or are you just holding that thing in place for no reason?”
“Oh. Sorry. Just thinking…” you trail off, hoping he’ll pick up what you’re picking down and not do what he usually does, which is make you verbally tell him what you’re pondering over.
“About what?”
Here we go.
“Not much.. just.. are you embarrassed about making noise outside of, like, groans in bed?”
He flushes, caught off guard. Maybe he does hold back, and maybe he is just a little bit embarrassed, but also how is he supposed to hear you if he’s whining all over the place?
“The fuck are you asking that for?”
“Just… I think it’s nice when you make noise. Like you did then.” He glares at you. Clearly it was a whimper of pain, can you not differentiate? Although the thought of letting you try and make him lose his composure was interesting.
And suddenly, you’re slipping off his lap and kneeling in between his legs- and he’s taken aback, because he’s not used to the level of control you’re exhibiting over him as you grab the waistband of his sweatpants and haul them down along with his black boxers. You wouldn’t want them getting stained after all, you’d only washed them last night, and he was already pretty hard.
All it takes is a few pumps and he’s breathing heavily through his nose, watching you run a thumb over his pink tip and internally cursing himself for the way his hips jerk up to meet your soft palm while you giggle. He won’t give in, he’s determined- even as he has to suppress a gasp when you lean down to poke your tongue out and lick a single stripe from the base to the throbbing tip of his cock.
He can stay composed, he knows he can, pulling at the roots of his blonde hair in a bid to remain in control of his own body. You, on the other hand, are determined to ensure he hands you the reins; the idea of making him whimper again fuels you further when you get the bright idea to breathily moan out his name. It works like a charm, making him groan behind the back of the hand he has pressed to his mouth and clench his eyes shut.
“Nuh uh Kats, keep looking.”
He doesn’t even say anything in protest- a testament to how much he’s concentrating on not cumming right now- and wrenches his eyelids open, lashes fluttering. When you finally lean forwards and fully take him into your warm, soft mouth, he almost chokes- and you love it. Hand making up the difference of what you can’t take for fear of triggering your gag reflex, your spit mixes with his precum and dribbles in a line out of the corner of your mouth.
It’s when you gaze up at him, wide eyes blinking and just slightly glassy, lips stretched around his cock, hair falling like a loose waterfall around the shape of your face, that he knows he’s done for. Katsuki tries to hold it in, he really does, but the way you suck at his cock without ever breaking eye contact has him trembling and pulling your hair with one hand, gripping the armrest with the other.
“Fuck, keep doing that.”
It’s not a whine, but it’s a beg and that’s close. But not close enough- so you keep going, not giving him a break as his eyes roll back and hips buck furiously inside your mouth while his first orgasm runs down your throat in salty rivulets. He moans quietly when he cums, but it’s still not enough for you- you want him wrecked, whimpering above you like he can’t form coherent words.
Your mouth moves faster, tightening around him even as he trembles from overstimulation and tears well in his pretty red eyes. He gasps, hand tangling in your hair like he’s desperately trying to cling on to the shred of control you’re offering him before he goes into the orgasmic equivalent of the fucking hadal zone- he’s far past the deep end by now.
He’s already close again- how is he close again?- and it’s not made any easier for him to cling on when you moan out loud, the vibrations around his cock spurring him further and further on to another orgasm-
And he finally, finally cracks- a surprised little whimper escapes his lips at your tongue swirling over his tip inside your mouth. It delights you; he’s finally letting go, giving in to what his body wants- and once he allows one whimper to escape its confines, more and more follow until he’s practically shaking above you and whimpering with every bob of your head.
When he reaches his second orgasm, it’s with a strained whine that has you questioning if you really can cum based on sound alone. It’s gorgeous watching him, the way he throws his head back and shudders as he releases inside your mouth. His eyes are long since screwed up, and you’re sure there’ll be dents in the armrest tomorrow, but any damage done to your seating was worth it just to hear him lose himself above you.
“So you can make noise.” You quip while pulling up his sweatpants.
“Shut up.” He says hoarsely, dragging you back into his lap so he can bury his face into your shoulder and inhale deeply to steady his breathing. He seems hellbent on never making any noise again, including talking- although, you could always just find a way to make him, you think while smiling into his hair.
The antiseptic lies forgotten on the side table.
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thank you for reading!! Comments appreciated :))
a/n: does anybody else actually know what the hadal zone is? (In case you don’t, it’s essentially a really deep part of the sea.)
It’s infinitely obvious when Bakugo Katsuki has a crush on someone.
He tries to treat you like he treats everyone else, the snide remarks, the half-hearted barking of insults, the easy-going nonchalant performance he puts on with his signature frown, like all that matters to him is being the number one hero.
But he fails so, so badly.
Every time he calls his group ‘extras’, his eyes glance to you, almost silently begging that you notice he’s excluding you from it. When you bump into him on accident, the first time you brace for an insult but all you receive is a huff of faux annoyance and him muttering, ‘watch where you’re going’ in an uncharacteristically soft voice, only meant for your ears.
Gosh, he basically combusts when the two of you are paired together for a project. It’s a long one, something you have to work on for months, not only academic but also to teach students the work environment of collaboration with fellow future colleagues.
You smile at him, all polite and he needs to avert his gaze, look and turn away to hide the soft tinge of pink of the tip of his nose. He’s so soft-spoken, respectful even, asking you questions when necessary, answering you without sarcasm or rage.
He notes your feature, studies you as your scrunch your eyebrows for whatever you were scribbling, trying to work out when both of your calendars coincide. When you look up at him, after asking a question and not getting an answer, he can’t help but notice how unfazed you are by him, like he’s just another person. He doesn’t know if he hates that or not.
“Yeah.” He nods when he meets your eye, “Wednesdays and fridays are fine.” He doesn’t grumble them out, he says the words intentionally, watching as your lips pull into a satisfied smile.
Then you push your phone towards him, the phone app bright open, something about it being easier to keep in touch. His hands hover over the contact name space, simply opting to type ‘Katsuki Bakugo’ before sliding it back to you, watching as you add something else to it before saving.
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He watches your finger fly over the keyboard as you type a simple greeting, ‘hi!’ followed by your name and send it, his own phone buzzing in his pocket as it receives it. You smile at him again, bidding him goodbye for the time being as the bell that signifies the end of the school day rings.
His friend group surrounds him and you retreat to your own, rolling your eyes with a smile as Mina teases you about something that he can’t hear, but he does catch the pink girl’s eyes glance to him and back to you as you wave her off, slight blush pressing against your cheeks.
Back at the dorm, he texts you to confirm the time at which you two were meeting in the library to work on the project, he types and deletes the message a few times, not sure why he’s so worried about the verbatim of it.
And why is he worried about how is outfit looks?
He opts for the safety of the school t-shirt, trying on three different pairs of pants before deciding on the one that he thought looked best. Heck, he even (tried) to tame his spiky blonde hair.
You’re already situated and organised when he makes it to the library, typing away at your laptop that’s resting in the middle of the different books scattered around you, indicating you’d already been there for a while but he was the one that was 15 minutes early.
“Hey.” You give him a smile when you catch him approaching you, he simply nods as slips into the seat right next to you. Real subtle. He pulls out his own stationary as you put all irrelevant books aside in a neat pile, pulling the ones you need open between the two of you.
You being explaining the outline you’d already worked on, how they could divide the work, how much work each of them would take on as a responsibility. He listens to it all, nodding softly as you rambled on. When you’re finally done, you start to apologise for going off by he interrupts you—“Don’t apologise. This is perfect. Let’s do it.”
And then takes a slither of pride when you smile a genuine, shy smile at him.
The two of you end up working in perfect sync somehow, extremely efficient and just simply fast. To Katsuki’s regret, you end up finishing about quarter of the work on the day it was assigned, reducing the overall time you’d be working together.
Your hands brush each other’s occasionally, none of you retract, the side of your leg from knee down was pressed against his, subconsciously seeking his body heat but all the wrong messages were going to Katsuki’s head, not a single thought completing itself as all he could register was the contact.
He excuses himself half way through to the bathroom, walking back, he could see you shiver and rub your hands over your upper arms in an effort to warm yourself. He shrugs off his jacket without a word, simply setting it on your shoulders before slipping back into his chair.
“Oh! You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to.”
He continues to work wordlessly as you just blink at him surprised a few times before resuming your own work, slipping your arms into his jacket properly, letting out a sigh of relief.
It’s not long before the announcement to leave carries through the space and you hiss at not noticing how much time had passed, he catches it too, the conversation stirs to what they have to complete on their next meet, getting your things together.
It surprises you when he lingers, bag slung on his shoulder and hands in his pocket as he looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to finish up but not rushing you.
The walk back to the dorm is mostly silent, both of you just walking side-by-side as you pull his jacket tighter around yourself. You can’t help but notice that it smells wholly like him, mostly burnt caramel, not that you mind but actually quite like it.
When you do reach the dorm, he pulls forward and holds the door open for you, entering only after you were in first. Some of your friends are around the living area, respectively calling out for the two of you.
“Bakugo—” You begin but he’s already walked away in the direction of his room, even before you’ve completely shrugged off his jacket. You speed-walk to him, catching him just as he’s half way up the stairs when he looks down at you holding out his jacket.
“Keep it. Looks better on you.”
He just turns away and walks off before you can catch the blood pooling in his cheeks and painting his face with an undertone of red. He leaves you there quite dumbfounded as you blink at where he was just standing, the pink appearing on your own features as you press the garment to your chest, trying your hardest to suppress the stupidly-giddy smile that threatens to appear.
It’s infinitely obvious when Bakugo Katsuki has a crush on someone.
He tries to treat you like he treats everyone else, the snide remarks, the half-hearted barking of insults, the easy-going nonchalant performance he puts on with his signature frown, like all that matters to him is being the number one hero.
But he fails so, so badly.
Every time he calls his group ‘extras’, his eyes glance to you, almost silently begging that you notice he’s excluding you from it. When you bump into him on accident, the first time you brace for an insult but all you receive is a huff of faux annoyance and him muttering, ‘watch where you’re going’ in an uncharacteristically soft voice, only meant for your ears.
Gosh, he basically combusts when the two of you are paired together for a project. It’s a long one, something you have to work on for months, not only academic but also to teach students the work environment of collaboration with fellow future colleagues.
You smile at him, all polite and he needs to avert his gaze, look and turn away to hide the soft tinge of pink of the tip of his nose. He’s so soft-spoken, respectful even, asking you questions when necessary, answering you without sarcasm or rage.
He notes your feature, studies you as your scrunch your eyebrows for whatever you were scribbling, trying to work out when both of your calendars coincide. When you look up at him, after asking a question and not getting an answer, he can’t help but notice how unfazed you are by him, like he’s just another person. He doesn’t know if he hates that or not.
“Yeah.” He nods when he meets your eye, “Wednesdays and fridays are fine.” He doesn’t grumble them out, he says the words intentionally, watching as your lips pull into a satisfied smile.
Then you push your phone towards him, the phone app bright open, something about it being easier to keep in touch. His hands hover over the contact name space, simply opting to type ‘Katsuki Bakugo’ before sliding it back to you, watching as you add something else to it before saving.
Katsuki 💥💥
He watches your finger fly over the keyboard as you type a simple greeting, ‘hi!’ followed by your name and send it, his own phone buzzing in his pocket as it receives it. You smile at him again, bidding him goodbye for the time being as the bell that signifies the end of the school day rings.
His friend group surrounds him and you retreat to your own, rolling your eyes with a smile as Mina teases you about something that he can’t hear, but he does catch the pink girl’s eyes glance to him and back to you as you wave her off, slight blush pressing against your cheeks.
Back at the dorm, he texts you to confirm the time at which you two were meeting in the library to work on the project, he types and deletes the message a few times, not sure why he’s so worried about the verbatim of it.
And why is he worried about how is outfit looks?
He opts for the safety of the school t-shirt, trying on three different pairs of pants before deciding on the one that he thought looked best. Heck, he even (tried) to tame his spiky blonde hair.
You’re already situated and organised when he makes it to the library, typing away at your laptop that’s resting in the middle of the different books scattered around you, indicating you’d already been there for a while but he was the one that was 15 minutes early.
“Hey.” You give him a smile when you catch him approaching you, he simply nods as slips into the seat right next to you. Real subtle. He pulls out his own stationary as you put all irrelevant books aside in a neat pile, pulling the ones you need open between the two of you.
You being explaining the outline you’d already worked on, how they could divide the work, how much work each of them would take on as a responsibility. He listens to it all, nodding softly as you rambled on. When you’re finally done, you start to apologise for going off by he interrupts you—“Don’t apologise. This is perfect. Let’s do it.”
And then takes a slither of pride when you smile a genuine, shy smile at him.
The two of you end up working in perfect sync somehow, extremely efficient and just simply fast. To Katsuki’s regret, you end up finishing about quarter of the work on the day it was assigned, reducing the overall time you’d be working together.
Your hands brush each other’s occasionally, none of you retract, the side of your leg from knee down was pressed against his, subconsciously seeking his body heat but all the wrong messages were going to Katsuki’s head, not a single thought completing itself as all he could register was the contact.
He excuses himself half way through to the bathroom, walking back, he could see you shiver and rub your hands over your upper arms in an effort to warm yourself. He shrugs off his jacket without a word, simply setting it on your shoulders before slipping back into his chair.
“Oh! You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to.”
He continues to work wordlessly as you just blink at him surprised a few times before resuming your own work, slipping your arms into his jacket properly, letting out a sigh of relief.
It’s not long before the announcement to leave carries through the space and you hiss at not noticing how much time had passed, he catches it too, the conversation stirs to what they have to complete on their next meet, getting your things together.
It surprises you when he lingers, bag slung on his shoulder and hands in his pocket as he looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to finish up but not rushing you.
The walk back to the dorm is mostly silent, both of you just walking side-by-side as you pull his jacket tighter around yourself. You can’t help but notice that it smells wholly like him, mostly burnt caramel, not that you mind but actually quite like it.
When you do reach the dorm, he pulls forward and holds the door open for you, entering only after you were in first. Some of your friends are around the living area, respectively calling out for the two of you.
“Bakugo—” You begin but he’s already walked away in the direction of his room, even before you’ve completely shrugged off his jacket. You speed-walk to him, catching him just as he’s half way up the stairs when he looks down at you holding out his jacket.
“Keep it. Looks better on you.”
He just turns away and walks off before you can catch the blood pooling in his cheeks and painting his face with an undertone of red. He leaves you there quite dumbfounded as you blink at where he was just standing, the pink appearing on your own features as you press the garment to your chest, trying your hardest to suppress the stupidly-giddy smile that threatens to appear.
Not a villain. Not a criminal. He was going to murder his classmates for the crime of gross nutritional negligence and complete absence of basic life skills.
"Are you KIDDING me right now?!" He slammed open the common room door, eyes locked on the group huddled around the kotatsu. "Is that instant ramen? AGAIN?!"
Kaminari looked up, noodles dangling from his mouth. "Uh... yes?"
"IT'S THURSDAY!"
"Okay?"
"YOU'VE EATEN THAT GARBAGE EVERY NIGHT THIS WEEK!"
"It's efficient!" Kirishima offered helpfully, holding up his own cup. "And cheap! College student mindset, you know?"
"WE'RE NOT IN COLLEGE, WE'RE IN UA! WE HAVE A FULL KITCHEN! WE HAVE INGREDIENTS!" Bakugo gestured wildly at the kitchen behind him. "AND YOU'RE ALL SITTING HERE EATING SODIUM PACKETS LIKE A BUNCH OF RACCOONS IN A DUMPSTER!"
"Rude," Mina muttered.
"ACCURATE!" Bakugo stormed over and snatched the cup ramen from Sero's hands.
"Hey! I just added the flavor packet!"
"THAT'S JUST SALT AND MSG, YOU WALKING DISASTER!" He grabbed Kaminari's next. "You're all going to have a collective heart attack before you're twenty!"
"Bakugo, dude, it's really not that serious—" Kirishima started.
"NOT THAT SERIOUS?! DO you know what's in this shit?!" Bakugo read the back of the package with increasing volume. "SODIUM: 1,820 MILLIGRAMS! THAT'S YOUR ENTIRE DAILY INTAKE IN ONE MEAL! AND THERE'S BARELY ANY ACTUAL NUTRITION! NO PROTEIN! NO VEGETABLES! JUST CARBS AND CHEMICALS!"
"Since when do you care about nutrition?" Sero asked.
"SINCE ALWAYS! WE'RE TRAINING TO BE HEROES! OUR BODIES ARE OUR WEAPONS! AND YOU'RE ALL FUELING YOURS WITH GARBAGE!"
The common room had gone quiet. Even Midoriya had emerged from his room, attracted by the shouting.
Bakugo's eye twitched as he spotted him. "DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON YOU, DEKU!"
"I haven't even said anything!"
"YOU HAD CUP NOODLES FOR LUNCH! I SAW THE TRASH!"
"I was studying and lost track of time—"
"NOT AN EXCUSE!" Bakugo threw the confiscated ramen cups in the trash with excessive force. "THAT'S IT! EVERYONE IN THE KITCHEN! NOW!"
"What?" Multiple voices chorused.
"YOU HEARD ME! KITCHEN! I'M NOT WATCHING YOU ALL DEVELOP SCURVY BECAUSE YOU CAN'T BE BOTHERED TO LEARN BASIC LIFE SKILLS!"
"Bakugo, you can't just—" Iida started.
"WATCH ME, FOUR-EYES!"
Ten minutes later, somehow, Bakugo had successfully bullied approximately fifteen of his classmates into the kitchen.
He stood at the front like a particularly explosive cooking show host, arms crossed, glaring at everyone assembled.
"Alright, listen up! We're making a REAL meal! With ACTUAL nutrients! And you're all going to LEARN something, dammit!"
"This is so manly," Kirishima whispered to Kaminari.
"This is terrifying," Kaminari whispered back.
"I HEARD THAT! AND YOU'RE BOTH RIGHT!" Bakugo pulled out cutting boards and knives with aggressive efficiency. "We're making chicken stir-fry! It's quick, it's healthy, and it's IMPOSSIBLE to mess up!"
"I feel like we'll find a way," Mina said.
"PROBABLY! THAT'S WHY I'M HERE!"
He started pulling ingredients from the fridge—chicken breast, vegetables, rice, sauce ingredients. Everything moved with military precision.
"Sero! You're on vegetables! Start with these onions!"
"Uh, okay!" Sero grabbed an onion and a knife, starting to hack at it in rough, uneven chunks.
"THAT'S NOT CUTTING, THAT'S A CRIME SCENE!" Bakugo shoved him aside, grabbing the knife. "Look! You cut it in HALF first! Through the root! Then you make HORIZONTAL cuts! Then VERTICAL! THEN you dice! See? UNIFORM PIECES!"
The knife moved in a blur—precise, controlled, professional. In fifteen seconds, he had a perfectly diced onion.
Everyone stared.
"Holy shit," Jiro said. "You're actually good at this."
"OF COURSE I'M GOOD AT THIS! COOKING IS JUST CHEMISTRY AND PRECISE EXECUTION! IT'S BASICALLY MAKING EXPLOSIONS YOU CAN EAT!"
"That's... actually a good point," Momo said, looking impressed.
"DAMN RIGHT IT IS! Now watch and LEARN!" He demonstrated again, slower this time, then handed the knife back to Sero. "Try again. And if you cut yourself, I'm NOT taking you to Recovery Girl. Natural consequences."
"That seems unsafe!" Iida protested.
"SO IS LIVING ON CUP NOODLES!"
While Sero nervously attempted proper dicing technique, Bakugo rounded on Kirishima. "You! Red! You're on rice!"
"I can do rice! I make rice all the time!"
"WRONG! You make MUSHY GARBAGE! I've seen your rice! It's either crunchy or soup! There's no in-between!"
"It's not that bad—"
Bakugo grabbed him by the shirt. "Two cups water to one cup rice. Rinse it THREE times first. NEVER lift the lid while it's cooking. Let it REST for ten minutes after. Can you handle that?"
"Y-yes sir!"
"GOOD!"
He moved through the kitchen like a tornado, correcting techniques, shouting instructions, and somehow teaching everyone something despite the aggressive delivery.
Mina learned how to properly wash vegetables ("NO, you can't just RINSE them! SCRUB!"). Kaminari learned about cross-contamination ("DON'T USE THE SAME BOARD FOR CHICKEN AND VEGETABLES, YOU SALMONELLA VECTOR!"). Hagakure learned how to mince garlic ("SMALLER! NO, SMALLER! ARE YOU TRYING TO EAT WHOLE CLOVES?!").
Then Bakugo's attention landed on Midoriya, who had been trying to stay invisible in the back.
"DEKU!"
Midoriya squeaked. "Y-yes, Kacchan?"
"YOU'RE DOING THE CHICKEN!"
"I don't know how to—"
"THAT'S WHY I'M TEACHING YOU!" He shoved a package of chicken breast into Midoriya's hands. "You're going to learn to properly sear a protein if it KILLS you!"
"That seems counterproductive to the health thing!"
"SHUT UP AND WASH YOUR HANDS!"
Five minutes later, Midoriya stood at the stove with a pan heating up, looking like he was preparing for battle rather than cooking.
"Okay," Bakugo said, slightly calmer now but still intense. "First rule: hot pan, cold oil. The pan needs to be HOT. You test it with a drop of water—see how it sizzles and evaporates immediately? That's ready."
"O-okay!"
"Add the oil. Swirl it around. Good. Now—DID YOU PAT THE CHICKEN DRY?!"
"Was I supposed to?!"
"YES! MOISTURE IS THE ENEMY OF A GOOD SEAR!" Bakugo grabbed paper towels and demonstrated. "Pat it dry. Season BOTH sides—salt, pepper, whatever else you want. Then—and this is important—you lay it AWAY from you so oil doesn't splash on you."
Midoriya carefully placed the chicken in the pan.
"Good. Now DON'T TOUCH IT!"
"But—"
"I SAID DON'T TOUCH IT! Let it SEAR! You'll know it's ready to flip when it releases easily from the pan! If you try to flip it early, it'll stick and tear!"
Midoriya's hand hovered nervously over the spatula.
"Three minutes," Bakugo said, slightly gentler. "Just wait three minutes. You can do that."
"Why are you being nice?" Midoriya asked suspiciously.
"I'M NOT BEING NICE! I'M PREVENTING YOU FROM RUINING THE CHICKEN!"
But he stood next to Midoriya the whole time, watching the heat, checking the color, giving quiet corrections. When it was time to flip, he guided Midoriya's hand.
"See? Perfect golden-brown crust. That's the Maillard reaction—amino acids and sugars browning under heat. It's SCIENCE, and it's DELICIOUS."
"It does look really good," Midoriya admitted.
"OF COURSE IT DOES! I'M TEACHING YOU!"
Around the kitchen, something miraculous was happening. The chaos was organizing. Sero's onions were getting more uniform. Kirishima's rice was actually looking fluffy. Mina had stopped burning the garlic.
Bakugo moved between stations like a drill sergeant, but his corrections were getting more instructional and less explosively angry.
"Good job on those peppers, Ponytail. Nice uniform cuts."
"Lower the heat, Ears! You're scorching the sauce!"
"Yeah, Shitty Hair, that's better! See? You CAN make decent rice!"
Forty-five minutes later, the common room table was laden with food.
Actual food. Homemade chicken stir-fry with vegetables, perfect rice, and a sauce that smelled incredible.
Everyone sat down, exhausted but proud.
"Holy crap," Kaminari said, taking his first bite. "This is actually amazing."
"OF COURSE IT'S AMAZING!" Bakugo snapped, but there was satisfaction in his voice.
"Bakugo," Momo said carefully, "this was really kind of you."
"IT WASN'T KIND! I JUST DIDN'T WANT TO WATCH YOU ALL DIE OF MALNUTRITION!"
"You spent over an hour teaching us to cook," Iida observed. "That's very considerate."
"You were patient with Midoriya," Jiro pointed out.
"I WASN'T—" Bakugo cut himself off, scowling. "He needed extra help! His chicken would've been GARBAGE otherwise!"
"Thanks, Kacchan," Midoriya said softly, genuinely. "Really. This was... this was really cool of you."
Bakugo's face went slightly pink. "Tch. Whatever. Just don't go back to eating that instant shit. You're all training to be heroes. Act like it."
"Does this mean you'll teach us more recipes?" Hagakure asked excitedly.
"WHAT? NO! THIS WAS A ONE-TIME THING!"
"Aw, come on bro!" Kirishima grinned. "You're clearly good at this! And we need the help!"
"Yeah!" Mina agreed. "You could do like... Bakugo's Aggressive Cooking Hour every week!"
"I'D RATHER DIE!"
"Please, Bakugo?" Midoriya tried the eyes that usually worked on All Might.
"DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, DEKU!"
"Pretty please?"
"I—you—FINE! FINE! Once a week! BUT ONLY BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL HOPELESS WITHOUT ME!"
The table erupted in cheers.
"This is not a HAPPY thing! This is a NECESSITY! You should all be ASHAMED you need this!"
But he was already mentally planning next week's menu, thinking about which idiots needed remedial knife skills and who could handle more advanced techniques.
"Also," he added, pointing his chopsticks threateningly around the table, "if ANY of you tell ANYONE that I'm doing this, I'll blow you all to hell. Got it?"
"Got it!" everyone chorused, grinning.
Sero leaned over to Kirishima. "He totally cares about us."
"So much," Kirishima agreed.
"I CAN HEAR YOU!"
"We know!" they said in unison.
Three Weeks Later
"Bakugo's Cooking Workshop" had become an unofficial Thursday night tradition.
The sign-up sheet (that Bakugo insisted he DIDN'T make but definitely did) was always full. He'd taught them gyoza, proper miso soup, okonomiyaki, and how to make a curry that didn't taste like "sadness and defeat."
Currently, he was showing Tokoyami how to properly butterfly a chicken breast while Dark Shadow held the flashlight ("EVEN YOUR SHADOW IS MORE USEFUL THAN MOST OF YOU!").
Midoriya had graduated to more complex proteins and was carefully making tamagoyaki under Bakugo's critical eye.
"Stop rushing! The eggs need to cook EVENLY! This isn't a RACE!"
"Sorry, Kacchan!"
"And stop APOLOGIZING! Just do it RIGHT!"
But his hand steadied Midoriya's wrist when the rolling technique got wobbly, and he nodded approvingly when the final result came out perfectly layered.
Across the kitchen, Sero's onion dicing had improved so much that Bakugo had only yelled at him once today (a new record). Kirishima could now make five different types of rice. Mina had become the designated sauce expert.
"Alright!" Bakugo called out. "Everybody finish up! And CLEAN YOUR STATIONS! I'M NOT YOUR MAID!"
As everyone scrambled to clean (because a dirty kitchen meant Bakugo's wrath, which was worse than any villain), Aizawa appeared in the doorway, coffee in hand.
He observed the scene: Bakugo aggressively instructing proper food safety, students actually engaged and learning, the kitchen spotless despite active cooking, and actual nutritious meals being prepared.
"Problem child," he said.
Bakugo's head snapped up. "WHAT?! I'M MAKING SURE THEY DON'T DIE!"
"Keep it up." Aizawa took a sip of coffee. "This is the most responsible thing any of you have done all year."
"THE MOST RESPONSIBLE THING!" Kaminari crowed. "He said you're RESPONSIBLE!"
"SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU! JUST—SHUT UP AND EAT YOUR FOOD!"
But his ears were red, and when he sat down to eat with everyone (because somehow that had become part of the routine too), there was the tiniest smile on his face.
"Same time next week?" Kirishima asked.
Bakugo scowled. "Obviously. You idiots still can't make a proper stock."
"Thanks, Kacchan," Midoriya said quietly.
"Yeah, thanks man," Sero added.
A chorus of thanks echoed around the table.
"I SAID SHUT UP AND EAT!"
But he didn't actually look angry. He looked... content.
Later, after everyone had dispersed and Bakugo was doing a final kitchen inspection, Kirishima found him reorganizing the spice cabinet.
"You know," Kirishima said, "you're a really good teacher."
"I'm just preventing you all from dying of scurvy."
"You made Midoriya a little instruction card for cooking temperatures. With drawings."
"SO?! HE KEPT OVERCOOKING EVERYTHING!"
"You care about us."
Bakugo was silent for a long moment, reorganizing the same shelf twice.
"...You're all going to be heroes," he finally said, quieter. "Can't be heroes if you're malnourished or sick or dead from sodium poisoning. Someone has to keep you idiots alive."
"And you decided that someone is you?"
"I'm the only one COMPETENT enough!"
Kirishima grinned. "Whatever you say, man. But for the record? This is the manliest thing you do all week."
"GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN!"
But he was smiling.
And the next week, when the sign-up sheet appeared, there was a new slot:
"Advanced Techniques - Deku only (because apparently you need EXTRA help)."
Midoriya found it and immediately teared up.
Bakugo, watching from across the common room, quickly looked away.
"I'M NOT BEING NICE! YOU JUST SUCK AT COOKING!"
"I know, Kacchan! Thank you!"
"STOP CRYING! IT'S JUST FOOD!"
But everyone knew the truth.
Bakugo cared. He cared so much he'd rather explode than admit it.
Kirishima, Bakugo and the reader. I've missed them so much from you. And I mean… smut 🤤
I like to think that at one point there was a threesome without protection, and just… We all know that Kirishima and Bakugo are clearly as healthy as bulls, if not better. They're pro-heroes. And I just imagine how one of them manages to knock up a reader the first time. It's obviously comical when such a thing is discovered.
Synopsis:
In the heat of a shared night off from hero duties, you, Kirishima, and Bakugo give in to the tension that's been building between the three of you for months. What starts as playful teasing explodes into a raw, unprotected threesome that leaves you breathless and marked in ways you never expected. But when a positive pregnancy test shakes up your world weeks later, the revelation turns into a hilarious mix of shock, denial, and unexpected joy—proving that even explosive heroes like Bakugo and the unbreakable Kirishima can be caught off guard by the ultimate surprise.
The apartment was quiet for once, the kind of quiet that came after a long week of patrols and villain takedowns. You slumped on the couch between Kirishima and Bakugo, the three of you nursing cold beers while some mindless action movie played in the background. It had been months since you'd all started hanging out like this—first as friends from the agency, then as something more tangled and undefined. Kirishima with his easy grins and rock-solid presence, Bakugo with his sharp tongue and hidden softness. And you, caught in the middle, feeling the pull from both sides.
"Man, that fight today was brutal," Kirishima said, stretching his arms behind his head, his tank top riding up just enough to show a sliver of those chiseled abs. "But we crushed it. You were awesome out there, by the way." He nudged your shoulder with his, that toothy smile flashing.
Bakugo snorted from your other side, legs kicked up on the coffee table. "Tch, speak for yourself, shitty hair. If I hadn't blasted that last guy, you'd both be toast." But there was no real bite in his words tonight. His hand rested casually on your thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles that sent little sparks up your skin.
You laughed, trying to ignore how warm the room felt all of a sudden. "Yeah, yeah, you're the big hero. But admit it, we make a good team."
The air shifted then, like it always did when the three of you were alone. Lingering glances, accidental touches that weren't so accidental. You'd kissed Kirishima once after a particularly rough mission, his lips gentle but hungry against yours. And Bakugo... well, he'd pinned you against the locker room wall another time, growling about how you drove him crazy. But never all together. Not like this.
Kirishima set his beer down, his red eyes flicking between you and Bakugo. "You know, I've been thinking... we've got the whole weekend off. No interruptions. What if we... I don't know, stop pretending?"
Bakugo's hand tightened on your thigh. "Pretending what, idiot?"
"That we don't all want this." Kirishima leaned in closer, his voice dropping low. "The three of us. Together."
Your heart pounded. You'd fantasized about it, sure—waking up in a tangle of limbs, their bodies pressed against yours. But hearing it out loud made it real. You glanced at Bakugo, expecting him to explode or brush it off, but his crimson eyes were locked on you, dark with intent.
"Fine," he muttered, voice rough. "But if we're doing this, we're doing it right. No half-assed bullshit."
Before you could respond, Kirishima's hand cupped your cheek, turning your face to him. His kiss was soft at first, exploratory, like he was savoring the moment. You melted into it, your fingers threading through his spiky red hair. From the corner of your eye, you saw Bakugo watching, his expression a mix of jealousy and hunger.
Then Bakugo's lips were on your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just below your ear. "Don't hog her, shitty hair," he growled, his hand sliding up your shirt to palm your breast. The contrast hit you hard—Kirishima's gentle mouth on yours, Bakugo's rough touches igniting fire everywhere he went.
You broke the kiss with Kirishima to gasp, arching into Bakugo's hand. "Guys... bedroom. Now."
They didn't need telling twice. Kirishima scooped you up effortlessly, carrying you down the hall while Bakugo followed, stripping off his shirt as he went. In the bedroom, Kirishima set you down gently on the bed, but Bakugo was already there, yanking your shirt over your head and unhooking your bra with practiced ease.
"Look at you," Bakugo murmured, his voice low and appreciative as he took in your bare chest. "Been wanting this for fucking ages."
Kirishima knelt beside you, his hands warm on your hips as he tugged your pants down. "You're so beautiful," he said, almost reverent, pressing kisses along your stomach. Between them, they had you naked in seconds, their eyes roaming over you like you were a prize they'd both won.
You reached for them, pulling Kirishima's tank off to reveal his broad, muscled chest, scarred from years of hero work but strong as ever. Bakugo kicked off his sweats, his erection straining against his boxers, and you couldn't help but stare. They were both built like gods—Kirishima thick and solid, Bakugo lean and explosive.
"Like what you see?" Bakugo smirked, shoving his boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking at the tip. Kirishima followed suit, his own length impressive, curving slightly upward with a bead of precum glistening.
You nodded, mouth dry, as they closed in. Kirishima settled between your legs, spreading your thighs wide. "Let me taste you first," he said, voice husky. His tongue flicked out, tracing your folds, and you moaned, hips bucking. He lapped at you eagerly, like he couldn't get enough, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you steady.
Bakugo watched for a moment, stroking himself slowly, before leaning down to capture your nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard, teeth grazing just enough to make you cry out. "That's it," he muttered against your skin. "Let us hear you."
Kirishima's tongue delved deeper, circling your clit with firm strokes that had you seeing stars. He hummed in approval when you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. "You taste amazing," he groaned, the vibration sending shocks through you.
Bakugo's free hand slipped between your legs, joining Kirishima's efforts. His fingers teased your entrance before pushing inside, curling to hit that spot that made your toes curl. "Fuck, you're so wet already," he said, pumping slowly. "Gonna make you come before we even start."
Between Kirishima's mouth and Bakugo's fingers, the pressure built fast. Your breaths came in short gasps, body trembling. "Oh god, I'm... I'm gonna—"
"Come for us," Kirishima urged, sucking your clit gently.
You shattered, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you clenched around Bakugo's fingers. They didn't stop, drawing out every aftershock until you were boneless and panting.
Kirishima sat back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning like he'd just won a battle. "Your turn, Bakugo?"
Bakugo shook his head, eyes blazing. "Nah. I want inside her now." He positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against your slickness. "You on the pill or something?"
You hesitated, mind foggy from the orgasm. "No... but it's fine. Just... pull out?"
He chuckled darkly. "Tch, whatever. We'll see." Without another word, he thrust in, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. You cried out at the stretch, the fullness overwhelming. He was thick, hitting deep, and he didn't give you time to adjust—pulling back and slamming in again, setting a brutal pace.
Kirishima watched, stroking himself, his eyes locked on where Bakugo entered you. "Damn, that looks hot. How's she feel?"
"Tight as fuck," Bakugo grunted, his hands on your hips bruisingly tight. "Like she's made for this."
You moaned, reaching for Kirishima. "Eijiro... come here."
He obliged, kneeling beside you so you could take him in your mouth. His cock was heavy on your tongue, salty and warm. You sucked him eagerly, hollowing your cheeks as Bakugo pounded into you. The dual sensation was intoxicating—being filled from both ends, their groans mixing with your muffled sounds.
Bakugo's thrusts grew erratic, his breath ragged. "Shit, I'm close. You want it inside?"
You popped off Kirishima long enough to gasp, "Yes... god, yes."
That was all he needed. With a final, deep thrust, he came, spilling hot inside you, his cock pulsing as he filled you up. He pulled out slowly, watching his release drip from you with a satisfied smirk.
"My turn," Kirishima said, voice strained. He flipped you onto your hands and knees, entering you from behind in one go. The angle was deeper, his thickness stretching you anew, mixed with Bakugo's cum making everything slick and messy.
Bakugo moved in front, guiding your mouth to his softening cock. "Clean me up," he ordered, and you did, licking him clean while Kirishima fucked you steadily, his hands gentle on your waist despite the power in his hips.
"You're taking me so well," Kirishima praised, reaching around to rub your clit. "Gonna make you come again."
It didn't take long. His steady rhythm, combined with the overstimulation, had you clenching around him in minutes. He followed soon after, groaning your name as he emptied himself inside you, adding to the warmth already there.
They collapsed beside you, all three of you sweaty and spent. Kirishima pulled you into his chest, Bakugo spooning from behind, their arms overlapping around you. "That was... manly as hell," Kirishima murmured, kissing your forehead.
Bakugo just grunted in agreement, his hand possessively on your hip.
Weeks passed in a blur of hero work and stolen moments. The threesome became a regular thing—nights tangled together, mornings waking up sore but satisfied. No protection, ever; it felt too good raw, too intimate. You figured the odds were low, anyway. They were pro-heroes, peak condition, but still...
Then the nausea hit. Missed period. You bought a test on a whim, peed on the stick in the agency bathroom during lunch break. Two lines stared back at you.
Holy shit.
You waited until that evening, when they both crashed at your place again. They were in the kitchen, arguing over what to order for dinner—Kirishima pushing for something healthy, Bakugo demanding spicy ramen.
"Hey, guys?" You held up the test, trying to keep your voice steady. "We, uh... might have a problem."
Kirishima's eyes widened, his face splitting into a grin. "Is that... are you...?"
Bakugo snatched it from your hand, staring at it like it was a villain quirk. "What the fuck? How? We only did it without a few times!"
"A few?" You raised an eyebrow. "Try every time since that first night."
Kirishima burst out laughing, clutching his sides. "Oh man, this is gold. Bakugo, you knocked her up!"
"Me? It could be you, shitty hair! We're both shooting blanks or whatever—no, wait, obviously not." Bakugo's face went from shock to a scowl, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Tch, fine. Guess we're doing this."
You blinked. "You're... not mad?"
Kirishima pulled you into a hug, Bakugo joining awkwardly. "Mad? This is awesome! A little hero on the way. We'll figure it out."
Bakugo ruffled your hair. "Yeah, yeah. But if it's got your quirk, we're screwed."
The three of you dissolved into laughter, the shock turning into excitement. It wasn't planned, but nothing about you three ever was. And somehow, that made it perfect.
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