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#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼, the guy who works at the same campsite every summer since he's old enough to do so, the stubborn mule who grumbles all day but still helps if asked, the grumbler nicknamed "hero" by the kids because he once helped a cat stuck in a tree.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼, who considers himself a normal person, just a regular simple man, but who attracts your attention since days.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 noticed you. Of course, he wasn't blind. It's not every day that someone buzz around him like an annoying mosquito. He doesn't really understand your interest even if his colleague, Eijiro sometimes called him irresistible.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼, that you once found repainting an old fence, the perfect opportunity to talk to him, right ? You approached, smiling innocently as if you hadn't been following him everywhere he went since your arrival.

"Hi..."

He doesn't look at you, too focused on that damn fence, but after a few seconds of awkward silence, he blurts out "Can I help you ?" in a gruff tone.

You couldn't think straight when he looked so damn good like that. Yeah breath, improvisation's good too.

"No, uhm, but...maybe I could help ?"

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 knew you were talking about helping him with the fence's painting, but seeing you follow him like that had piqued his curiosity. That meant you liked him, right ? So he took his chance.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 ’s door was opened at an astonishing speed by the person who "was absolutely not waiting for your arrival" behind her. He invited you, his intentions were clear. You had come. He didn't want to seem defeatist, but he had a little trouble believing it. But you were there so he just grabbed you by the hips and kissed you.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 really knew how to use his tongue for something other than complaining. You've had proof of that for, what, a good half hour ? Well, thirty-four minutes and twenty-two seconds, but he doesn't count at all. Nothing. Not even your three (and almost four) orgasms.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 kept playing dominant guy while fucking you, and he was really good at it. His cock hit your sensitive spot every vigorous thrust, and he didn't neglect your clitoris either ! It was so intense and so good that he even lost the orgasms' count.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 covered you in slobbery kisses to thank you for helping him so much. To his surprise, the next morning he found only one note in your place: "My number. Call me if you need help."

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿 had now to admit that Eijiro was right, he was perhaps a little irresistible...

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DRESS ME UP! (3.6k)

— pro hero!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

synopsis: your friend with benefits decides to gift you your dream bag on your birthday.

warnings: minors dni. fluffy! suggestive! a little bit of angst! mostly cute!!!!! bakugou downloads pinterest for you. reader works in finance in the hero commission.

notes: the bag i’m imagining is my dream bag this miu miu one. the LARGE!! but imagine another if u want. also very chanel by tyla because it’s soooo bakugou to put you in pretty shit because he loves you. yes he can afford it actually. i also maybe went crazy with the similes but i had lots of fun doing it sooooo. also one line is very evolve by 5 seconds of summer.

“i got you gifts.” bakugou wipes under his nose, then rubs his top lip against his septum. “you know. for your birthday.”

that’s a sentence you don’t expect to hear on the morning of your birthday before he even utters the two celebratory words. at this point you should know that bakugou katsuki is unpredictable, from the way he loves being submissive in bed to how instead of getting your favourite drink when he sees you in the office, he’d bring you a completely new one with syrups and flavours you always end up loving. he’s an odd enigma, full of multitudes that you’ve only passed a few layers of though you’re happy to say you know him more than others.

especially when you get to lay in the pro heroes’ bed wearing one of his old white t-shirts with a vintage all might print on the front, sleep probably in the corner of your eyes and your underwear in the next room over. he’s not your boyfriend, you guess something closer to your friend with benefits… sneaky link? do people say that anymore?

despite the details of labels, you clap your hands like an excited seal, sitting up in his bed. you’ve never given each other birthday gifts before, despite being friends for a few years now and then turning into whatever it is you are now. you think you purposely avoided each other on birthdays to ignore these what does my gift really say about my feelings? dilemmas.

you work in the hero commission in payroll and finance. paper work here and there, signing off expenses, cheques and oftentimes talking to a few heroes. it’s where you met this blonde one beside you. you took to dynamight, in a way few people do. enjoying his dry humour and witty responses. his face wasn’t half hard to look at, something pretty much everyone could agree with. the scar on his cheek only added personality and those sharp ruby pupils were addictive, especially paired with a hooded gaze. 

one staff party led to him bringing you back to his and now he’s a habit you just can’t break. dragging him to your apartment after work. him texting if he can bring you to his. you were friends before the benefits and now you believe you’re a good mixture of both. no strings attached.

you stare as he rolls out of bed, looking ever like the men’s health cover you saw him in last month. thick arms lifting up his muscled scarred body as he walks over to his wardrobe. he’s only in tight black boxers, these ones that have a brand printed in white fabric at the hips and make his dick look double the size. it’s already hefty to begin with. you bite down on your lip at the red scratches dragged down his back, by his left shoulder. the sight flashes the memory behind your eyelids.

“you didn’t have to get me anything!” you say, though you’re getting comfortable, arms out in offering, “last night was more than enough.”

bakugou’s shoulders bounce in a half laugh, turning around to carry two large boxes. your jaw drops like an fake email giveaway actually ended up being real. with your eyeballs as big as golf balls, he plops them on your lap. they’re wrapped neater than you expected. pink wrapping paper with yellow polka dots all over. you imagine him in his living room cross legged on the ground taping it all up, grunting when a fold looks bad. adorable.

“you did not have to get me gifts, katsuki. these are massive,” you gawk and again, bakugou just shrugs, sliding back into bed beside you.

feigning nonchalance, bakugou rests his arms behind his head, eyes bouncing from you to the gifts in anticipation. he can feel his heartbeat rattling against his temples, his palms beginning to sweat. this is why he avoids gift giving, especially with you. this is a representation of how he knows you, of how he pays attention and listens to you. he hopes he got this right.

“it’s nothin’. i wanted to.” bakugou grunts and he’s wiping his nose again. nervous tick.

you hum, unsure. perhaps it’s a joke gift, something cheap in a big box. but then again, with everything you know about bakugou katsuki, that’s not something he’d do.

your grin finds its way back to your cheeks. gift giving has always been a top three in your love languages. call yourself materialistic, oh well.

“okay, here i go then.”

you put a box on the ground to focus on one at a time. you choose the bigger box of the two and you’re surprised to find it actually has some weight to it. there’s a stiff squish and you’ve got no clue of what it could be. you lift up the cube to shake but there’s no sound.

“is it a dildo replica of your dick? i’d love that,” you pat the gift, “i hear lots of heroes are getting them done for fans.”

bakugou rolls his eyes, enamoured. if you want that he’d make it for you. “my cock isn’t that big but i’ll keep it in mind for next time.”

with all your patience out the window, you rip open the paper like a tiger protecting their babies. reading the packaging of the gift, the stars and moons, you laugh, full of glee. “oh my god, you’re so smart for this! i literally go on about yours all the time.”

pleasure fills bakugou, like ice cream pouring perfectly into a cone from a machine. one down two to go. 

“i kept imaginin’ you stealin’ mine during the night. it’s newer than mine too.”

it’s an electric blanket, similar to the stupidly expensive one bakugou’s got that you’ve cooed over since the first time he invited you around. it’s white and quilted and something you’ve been planning on buying for yourself but never got around to doing. you study the multiple settings on the packaging, the promises of the feathersoftness and most especially, the warmth.

you kiss his cheek, twice. then his lips. bakugou leans in for it all, paw-like hand resting at your waist to balance you, “thank you for this! wow. i’m excited to sleep in my own bed for once.”

bakugou’s chuffed. crossing his arms over his chest and chewing the inside of his cheek so his smile doesn’t spill out everywhere. “no problem. i knew you wanted one.”

you’re still grinning when you put your gift onto the floor, replacing it with the second box. 

“you know the blanket was enough. whatever this is really wasn’t necessary too.” you try to excuse but bakugou shakes his head. he will buy you anything you want if it gets you looking at him like he’s holding the earth over an electric blanket.

“just open it. you’ll like it.” 

with a delighted sigh, you don’t even take the time to guess or shake the box. this time you rip open the wrapping paper to find a beige dust bag with your favourite designer logo embroidered on it. you freeze like you were zapped with an ice quirk.

you gasp. turning robotically to stare at the blonde beside you, “what the actual fuck katsuki?”

you know how much money he makes, up and coming, on the top twenty heroes at the moment. whatever is in this box, is perhaps twice his rent, more. it’s absolutely ridiculous compared to your pay at the end of the month. your fingers still trace the edge of the box beneath the bag.

red spreads across bakugou’s cheeks like you got the jam and knife yourself. a hundred to zero really fucking quick here. “what? just open the fuckin’ box.”

you’re still like the hero figurines he collects in his office. you’re watching his awkward frown, how he clicks his knuckles and back to the dust bag, your favourite designer. way out of your price range, you need at least four job promotions to even afford this casually.

“i’m going to look at it but i’m not taking this from you. i can’t.”

“why not?”

you ignore him for a moment, opening the beige dust bag to reveal a box the exact size of a bag. he could have given you a key ring from this company and you’d be screaming but a bag? 

you hold your breath to imagine all the possibilities of which bag it could be. too small for a luggage bag, too big for their mini handbag range… there’s no way he could have gotten you that bag. the chocolate brown leather bag you’ve dreamed about since your first job, that you have on every vision board you’ve ever created, the bag you’ve dreamed about buying yourself once you reach the top of your career.

“you’re insane for this.”

then you pop open the box and there it is. you’ve never even seen one off the screen. it’s gorgeous, your dream everyday handbag and you can already picture it with all your outfits. the smooth brown leather and golden hardware. an extra strap to have across your shoulder if you want. the logo is right there, sown in the centre and you can smell the luxury. the beauty, the—

you shut the lid on it.

“i can’t take that, katsuki.”

he’s not even your boyfriend. he can’t afford this. you don’t deserve this from him.

“i’m not asking to marry you. it’s just a bag.”

bakugou scoffs but he wipes his hands on his duvet cover, scratching his scalp so hard he might find blood beneath his nails. fuck, he went too far didn’t he?

“but it’s not, it’s…,” you’re opening the lid again slowly. you just want another peek. chocolate brown, you can imagine the charms you’d hang off it, how it would look tonight at your birthday dinner.

“do you not like it? i saw you staring at it on that photo app you have. i downloaded it and looked through your folder—,” bakugou’s words slow down like a dying car engine once he notices the look on your face.

a mixture of endeared but panicked. 

“fine, i’ll fuckin’ return it. keep the blanket.”

bakugou reaches over to grab the box and you let him, “it’s so expensive! i know you can’t afford it! and… and it’s not like we’re dating. you should give something that big to your girlfriend, you know? not me.”

the pro hero stops, casting the box aside to the end of his bed. the humiliation is so thick he feels like it’s going to show up on his skin. 

“if you know how much the commission pays me, you should know it’s less than sponsors and companies. i wouldn’t buy shit i can’t afford, yn.” 

your heart thumps against your chest, your mouth dry. “i just meant—,”

bakugou sits up grabbing his pyjama bottoms off the ground and shoving them on. it’s the rejection, his own denial that’s turning him into a bratty child who didn’t get the new gaming console for christmas. he wants to stomp around, he wants you to take the bag and kiss him and tell him you love it. “i didn’t think gettin’ a fuckin’ bag would cause all this. but it’s fine. i’ll see you at your dinner later.”

your birthday dinner this evening. you allowed him to invite some of his friends so he wouldn’t feel awkward and you’ll admit, you’re surprised he even wants to go in the first place. all your closest friends will be there and he’s going to meet them for the first time. little does he know they know everything about him already.

before you can even form a sentence bakugou is up, stalking over to his bathroom to freshen up. it’s your sign to go, to leave him to wallow in his embarrassment but you follow after him.

you find him by his sink, arms holding the rim with his eyes closed. he looks large, imposing and you want to wrap your arms around his waist in a cuddle.

instead you stay by the bathroom doorway like a vampire that needs to be welcomed, “i know it sounds stupid but it’s my dream bag, i’ve wanted that bag for years and i don’t expect you to just give it to me.”

he refuses to move but his eyes open, studying the white tile of his floor.

“and i know it’s expensive, it is to me and you know boyfriends usually get expensive gifts for their girlfriends… we… i don’t even know what we are.” your hands are bouncing all around, working overtime in case your words can’t suffice.

friends with benefits sounds too childish to say aloud. fuck buddies sounds inappropriate. bakugou turns to look at you. your bare feet, your soft thighs, the big ass all might t-shirt you’re wearing and then your face. pretty features in all the right places.

“how did i fuck up so bad?” bakugou’s laugh is humourless, shaking his head. he stands up to lean on his sink. “keep the fuckin’ bag.”

“i said i’m not keeping it!”

“i’m gonna make you my girlfriend. i was just too many steps ahead here.”

you don’t want to smile, you’re not supposed to start smiling here. you pinch your arm and order your thoughts. you especially don’t focus on how it looks like bakugou’s got formulas and a whole plan running behind his eyes, fully formatted with a smirk. 

he rubs his palm over his bare chest, smoothing out the rejection from before and your gaze follows the action.

“make me? you are not supposed to ask to be my boyfriend like this.”

but you’re walking towards him, because if his chest, naked and bare before you isn’t him welcoming you in, you don’t know what is. you keep your arms crossed, a barrier for whatever he’s summoning.

“ask to be your boyfriend,” his eyebrows raise, head tilted to absorb you, “huh.”

you narrow your eyes at him but his are alight with interest, burnt orange specs glowing in both pupils. he grabs your forearm and drags you closer to situate between his legs.

“i wouldn’t be doin’ this shit with someone i wouldn’t wanna date. idiot.” he punctuates his comment with a flick on your forehead and you’re an inch away from growling at him.

you palm flies to the spot, “it’s my birthday! be nice to me!”

“i bought you a bag i had to call my bank to confirm and i’m not being nice?” 

he wants to kiss you, lean in and smush his face onto yours. taste your tongue and touch you where you’re soft. his head is dizzy at the sight of your nipples poking through your tee and it doesn’t help how your crossed arms tighten the fabric against your chest.

you’re still defensive though, argument at the tip of your tongue. lips pursed like you want to wrap both your hands around his neck and shake.

“just ask me, katsuki. go on, do it.” you tilt your head in expectation, almost snootily like you know he will. “then i’ll go and walk around in my dream bag that you bought me.”

bakugou wasn’t built for you and that’s probably why he’s so into you. he wasn’t built to practically fall in love when he passed your desk when he had a meeting in your work building. nor when he had an issue with his taxes and he was put in an email thread where he finally learnt your name. he didn’t mean to have lunch on your usual table that one time but he did mean to talk to you at that work party. he’s forever grateful you were into him too and actually went home with him. nothing about you is what he expected, constantly prodding and taunting him to evolve.

the blonde exhales, loud and dramatically. it doesn’t help when you step in close to him, both your feet between his legs yet only your crossed forearms press against his chest.

he looks tired, lethargic though it’s all an act to hide the nerves that make him want to vomit. his eyes are half lidded, fixing the collar to your tee. he should have done this ages ago so this was avoided in the first place. he wishes he could make this more romantic but at least it’s your birthday.

“wanna be my girlfriend?” 

you recoil, face scrunched, “ask me the other question.”

a slow smirk reaches his cheeks, “can i be your boyfriend?”

your grin is electric, infectious. your eyes glow and there’s even a little jump you do. “how cute! asking me on my birthday!”

bakugou rolls his eyes, untangling your arms from around your body and forcing your hands on his waist. your touch is a nicotine patch for him, finally a sweet release from the withdrawal of you.

“can you answer the question before i chug the bleach—,”

your hand flies to his mouth with a giggle and an adorable bite to your bottom lip, “shut up. yes, you can be my boyfriend, katsuki.”

he kisses your palm lightly. fireworks are going off inside his head and not those cheap ones from new years but powerful ones similar to those from his hands. “you’re gonna keep the bag then?”

your nod is slow, before speeding up like a dial was turned to maximum. you’re speaking a million miles an hour, “yes, i love that bag. i’ve wanted it for years. can’t believe you got me one of those! thank you so much!”

this is what bakugou wanted, you grabbing his neck to stick your tongue in his mouth. he moans instantly, his hands on your lower back to press your front against his crotch. you’re all tender and sensitive in the mornings, lips and thighs. he wants to lift you onto his bathroom counter and duck between your legs.

he’s about to suck on your tongue when you pull away, pecking him twice. “hold on! wait there!”

you run out of bakugou’s arms, back into his bedroom. he can hear quick footsteps, a squeak of his bed frame, then tissue, the box.

you return looking like a sleepy model. the chocolate brown leather bag is on your shoulder and you’re clutching it like he’s about to snatch it from you. 

“isn’t it so cute! this is a bag that will go for thousands when it’s vintage!”

“you’re not thinkin’ of sellin’ it, are you? you better not.”

you dismiss him with a wave of your hand. “no, of course not!”

you’re posing in front of his bathroom mirror whilst he stares directly at you. he’s your boyfriend now, is all bakugou can think, he’s yours. you’re fixing your hair and angling yourself to properly see the bag in every possible way. holding it as a handbag, then on your shoulder. it’s when you pause to actually open the bag, that you squeal, “there’s five pockets, katsuki! five!”

bakugou rakes his hand through his hair, the joy that comes from looking at you not letting up. he stares at you as you stare at yourself. the fireworks in his head are doubling, prickling all over his skin. “fuckin’ estatic that you like it.”

“like it? i love it!” you’re back in his arms, bag on your shoulder, “my handsome boyfriend got me my dream bag and an electric blanket. he knows me so well.”

bakugou loves the sound of that, all his insides going to baby puree. he nods like a good puppy, listening like a soldier. “yeah, i do. i know you so well.” he kisses the corner of your lips, “happy birthday.”

“thank you. best birthday yet.”

you’re a ball of giggles when bakugou softly sinks his teeth into your cheek and scoops you up onto his bathroom counter. 

he’s immediately on his knees and you swoon, “my boyfriend is so giving on birthdays.”

bakugou can’t keep his eyes off you at your birthday dinner. under dim intimate lighting, he sits a few seats away from you diagonally as your friends demanded to surround you. you’re chatting away with an audience of your favourite people looking absolutely stunning. fresh hair, a short little dress and the bag he got you perched like a trophy in your lap.

he can’t hear you properly from where he’s seated next to kirishima and kaminari but he knows exactly what you’re saying when you try to secretly nudge your head over to where he’s sitting. it also doesn’t help when all your friends turn like penguins to stare at him at the exact same time.

“seriously! it’s about time he asked you!”

“it’s going to be hard for him to beat this next birthday.”

“wow! you finally locked down dynamight!”

you shake your head, earrings jingling while there’s cheers, laughter and even a high five.

that’s when you lock eyes with bakugou who firstly gives you a shy smile because he’s never been in your solar system like this. around your friends on a day dedicated to you as more than your something. he’s your boyfriend now. your long ass eyelashes flutter, head tilting towards the entrance to the restaurant. he misses you and you look like you want to ask him how he is. he’s eager to stand, not bothering to excuse himself from the table because he knows you’re about to be right behind him, slipping your fingers between his. he’s quick to guide your hips to have you walk in front of him.

“it’s not awkward is it? you’re enjoying yourself? i just told everyone we’re official.”

fuck, he’s going to try and keep you happy forever, even if his life depends on it.

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MASTERLIST!

[bfbkg]

how do you think katsuki masturbates?? I don’t think he does it very often cause he has you but,….whats his routine/what does he like when he touches himself???

i think he’s an imagination in the shower guy mostly. like if he’s at home. he doesn’t feel as awkward after (lowkey think he’s a guy that feels intense post nut clarity/shame) because he can just clean himself off. also i think he talks to himself a little bit. like grunts of “fuuckkkk just like that.” “yeah, yeah. say it to me.” that i think is actually quite sexy lol easy hand on the wall, shower stream down his back as he looks down and fists himself. then eyes clenched shut. thinking about you or if this is before you, a faceless beautiful woman.

i also think he wanks more when he has you because he misses you when you’re away from each other. if he’s on a work trip or you are or you’re on holiday with your friends. then he gets all stroppy and hard and he lays back on his bed/hotel bed, looks at nudes you’ve sent him or even videos and strokes one out. used the lotion you’ve recommended for his body lol. just a bit. has the bedsheets over his feet. pulls off his shorts and gets to work. phone in one hand. i believe he chooses long videos of you— if it’s a sex tape of you both because he lovesssssss the way you both look. so overconfident and egotistic he is but also you both look GOOD OR it’s a video you sent to him of you touching yourself.

then for shorter ones he’s got a private folder of your nudes and bikini pics and he uses those. still mumbles to himself and mumbles your name and moans out like he’s talking to you. very simple guy i think.

also i think if possible he’d call you but all times he texts you after. “was thinking of you.” and you know that’s code for he wanked one out thinking of you lol you on holiday on the beach with your girls giggling asking him to send a pic pleaseeeeeeeeee

i think he’s in general more visual while you lean more audio so you’ve got a saved stack of him whining or trying to edge you on or just dirty talking. like he could send a video of him wanking but you’re closing your eyes and listening to the grunts then really looking at what’s going on i think.

[bfbkg]

saying to bakugou to get on his knees and beg.

a little as a joke, a little as a test to see if he will actually do it. he’s been asking to eat you out but in his usual way of staring you down and then demanding you to get on the bed. when you don’t move he nudges closer to you, kisses your neck, whines about that he wants to eat you now. it’s then you decide to test him. in your living room, a random show playing on the screen. you can see the lump in his shorts and you feel the same.

“get on your knees and beg for it.”

that has him pulling off you, a quirk of his brow to test if you’re playing or not. quickly, once you cross your arms across your chest, he realises you’re not.

“hah?” but it comes out like the last breeze on a windy day. breathless yet weighty.

“you heard me.” you reply, flicking your eyes up and down your pro hero boyfriend.

you’re aware he’d do anything for you. you’re wondering if anything stretches to this.

“you’re a fuckin… you want me to…,” he trails off, sitting up off you. his lower stomach heats. his cock twitches. he’s into this unsurprisingly. “fuck, baby.”

you don’t move but you look at him expectantly. like you know he will. your confidence makes his blood heat under his skin, his heart race with speed. you jut your chin to the floor.

always a stubborn man, he has to roll his eyes before he moves. even pushes out a huffy sigh and mumbles under his breath. “this shit you have me doin’.”

but he does it. manoeuvres his muscled, wide shouldered body onto the floor. onto his knees in front of your legs. your bare thighs spread on the sofa in your shorts… your pussy is right there. he can see your folds through the fabric since they’re so tight.

he’s got a muscle tank on and you see his biceps flex when he clasps his hands together. your favourite is how all his stubbornness dissipates away and he becomes completely and utterly yours.

when he opens his mouth, the corners of your lips spread to under your eyes in a smile.

“lemme eat it, baby. please. please let me. i’ll do it so good, get you comin’ on my face, screamin’ for me. baby.” it’s all a syrupy drawl, his gold tooth catching the lamp light with every word. he even leans forward to press a kiss to the flesh of your thigh.

katsuki on your knees for you. this is what dreams are made of.

he goes in for another kiss on your thigh, closer to between your legs. you place your palm on his forehead, pushing him off.

“you’re too needy. i didn’t even answer you,” you frown, lip curled.

bakugou doesn’t know where this version of you has come from but he thinks he loves it.

“my bad, baby. you’re just so gorgeous.” he grins with half lidded eyes. he wants to touch your calves, massage them, nibble hickies into your thighs and have your touch his cock.

but most of all he wants—, “can i eat you? promise i’ll lick you clean. any position you want. miss your taste, baby. please.”

you tilt your head at him.

“please, princess. my beautiful girl. the love of my fuckin’ existence.” he’s too fucking jolly. smiling away with these sleepy yet needy ruby eyes.

you stand up. he looks better at this angle on his knees. head up to look at you. he’s like a dog ready to scent you, by stuffing his head between your legs.

“fine. i want you to undress me then i’m sitting on your face.”

[kwilit]

𝟭𝟴+ #𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗸𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 .ᐟ ★ 「 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 」 ©𝗸𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼, the guy who works at the same campsite every summer since he's old enough to do so, the stubborn mule who grumbles all day but still helps if asked, the grumbler nicknamed "hero" by the kids because he once helped a cat stuck in a tree.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼, who considers himself a normal person, just a regular simple man, but who attracts your attention since days.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 noticed you. Of course, he wasn't blind. It's not every day that someone buzz around him like an annoying mosquito. He doesn't really understand your interest even if his colleague, Eijiro sometimes called him irresistible.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼, that you once found repainting an old fence, the perfect opportunity to talk to him, right ? You approached, smiling innocently as if you hadn't been following him everywhere he went since your arrival.

"Hi..."

He doesn't look at you, too focused on that damn fence, but after a few seconds of awkward silence, he blurts out "Can I help you ?" in a gruff tone.

You couldn't think straight when he looked so damn good like that. Yeah breath, improvisation's good too.

"No, uhm, but...maybe I could help ?"

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 knew you were talking about helping him with the fence's painting, but seeing you follow him like that had piqued his curiosity. That meant you liked him, right ? So he took his chance.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 ’s door was opened at an astonishing speed by the person who "was absolutely not waiting for your arrival" behind her. He invited you, his intentions were clear. You had come. He didn't want to seem defeatist, but he had a little trouble believing it. But you were there so he just grabbed you by the hips and kissed you.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 really knew how to use his tongue for something other than complaining. You've had proof of that for, what, a good half hour ? Well, thirty-four minutes and twenty-two seconds, but he doesn't count at all. Nothing. Not even your three (and almost four) orgasms.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 kept playing dominant guy while fucking you, and he was really good at it. His cock hit your sensitive spot every vigorous thrust, and he didn't neglect your clitoris either ! It was so intense and so good that he even lost the orgasms' count.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 covered you in slobbery kisses to thank you for helping him so much. To his surprise, the next morning he found only one note in your place: "My number. Call me if you need help."

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿 had now to admit that Eijiro was right, he was perhaps a little irresistible...

[mifvyfilms]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ how the strawhats find out zoro has a lover

content ⸝⸝ roronoa zoro x fem ! reader , modern au , fluff

಄ the contact id ft. nami + brook

─── “you’re staying with zoro?” nami’s eyes darted around the apartment she found herself in. the space was small but warm, filled with zoro’s belongings.

brook strummed a lively tune on his guitar, his fingers dancing over the strings. “yohohoho!” he chimed. “only for this week, ‘cause of my tour!” he explained, already preparing to perform one of his signature songs for nami. he had invited her over since she happened to be in the same area, and given their close friendship, it felt only natural to share some music and catch up.

nami perched on the edge of zoro’s bed. across from her, brook settled onto a beanbag, his posture relaxed as he tuned his instrument. “so, where is zoro, anyway?” she asked, her eyes landing on the device still resting on his nightstand. “he left his phone here. did he say where he was going?”

brook paused mid-strum, his brow furrowing in thought. “he didn’t tell me anything! yohoho—he might just be out!” he declared, waving a hand as if dismissing the mystery. “now, let’s sing—!”

ding!

the sudden notification from zoro’s phone cut brook off mid-performance. nami couldn’t resist leaning over to glance at the screen. who could be messaging him?

mine ❤︎ : zoroooo are you here yet? mine ❤︎ : don’t make me wait so long 😔😔

nami’s eyes widened, her curiosity piqued. “who is ‘mine’?” she blurted out, her voice filled with surprise and intrigue.

brook set his guitar down carefully and leaned in to glance at the notification himself. “this is unbelievable!” he gasped, shocked. but before he could say another word, the apartment door swung open abruptly, revealing zoro, who looked like he was in a hurry.

nami and brook quickly averted their attention, scrambling back to their original spots as if they had never even glanced at the phone. they busied themselves—nami by casually adjusting her shirt, brook by pretending to retune his guitar—though their eyes kept darting toward zoro.

“hi, zoro.” nami greeted, waving with a forced casualness.

zoro raised a brow at her. “what are you doing here?”

“brook wanted me to hear one of his songs.” she replied smoothly. “you seem to be in a rush. where are you going?” she added, watching as he snatched his phone off the nightstand and run back to the door.

“somewhere.” was all he said, his tone clipped. the vague answer only deepened nami’s and brook’s suspicion. nami rubbed her chin, her eyebrows knitting together as she tried to piece together the mystery of the notification.

a thought swirled in her mind. she voiced the question more to herself than to brook. “a heart emoji with the name of ‘mine’… does zoro have a girlfriend he hasn’t told us about?”

brook gasped again, his eyes wide with disbelief. “no way! he couldn’t possibly keep a secret from us!”

nami deadpanned at her friend, unimpressed. “he definitely would. hmm. zoro doesn’t talk to many girls.”

“could it be robin?” brook watched as nami pulled out her phone, already scrolling through her contacts.

“i’m not sure,” she admitted. “but there’s only one way to find out.”

nami: hey robin, when was the last time you texted zoro?

robin: 8 days ago. did something happen?

nami: no i was just wondering 😅 nami: and thank you!

robin: no problem 😊

nami sighed, “i think it’s someone we don’t know.”

಄ the bookstore ft. nico robin

─── nico robin found herself at the bookstore. it was a place where she felt at ease. she had even grown fond of the other regulars and the librarians, exchanging pleasantries and recommendations with them over time. her fingers glided across the spines of the books, pausing only when her eyes landed on one she hadn’t yet explored.

she pulled it out, flipping open to the first page, when a familiar voice cut through her focus.

“zoro, should i get this one or this one?”

“zoro?” robin paused, she peeked through the small gap on the side of the bookshelf. there, standing on the other side, was zoro—his presence unmistakable even from a distance. beside him was someone she had never seen before. his arm was stretched up, reaching for a book on the top shelf.

he held it down for the unfamiliar girl standing next to him, their interaction more intimate than casual. robin’s eyes narrowed slightly as she observed them. when they both turned around, she quickly ducked back, ensuring they wouldn’t spot her through the gap.

“is that zoro’s friend?” she wondered, slowly standing back up to get a better view. she saw their shoulders brushing against each other, their postures relaxed.

“or girlfriend, perhaps?” the thought crossed her mind, though she couldn’t be sure. yet the way they stood so close, so comfortable with each other, made her wonder.

robin: sorry for this weird question nami, but do you know any girls with [hair color] [hair type] hair and [eye color] eyes?

nami: nopeeeee nami: what happened?

robin: i see zoro at the library i visit every week.

nami: …right now?

robin: yes. he’s with a woman i’ve never seen

nami: can you try taking a picture? i wanna see

robin: [ image.of.zoro.holding.books.and.the.girls.hand. ]

nami: HE REALLY DOES HAVE A GIRLFRIEND

robin: figured. they’re quite cute ☺️

nami: they are 😖😖 nami: should we tell the gc? nami: only us and brook know about it at the moment

robin: no, i think it’s best for them to figure it out themselves ;)

robin kept her gaze fixed on zoro, her curiosity lingering.

“what are you doing, robin?”

she spun around abruptly at the sound of the familiar voice. “saul!” she greeted, recognizing him instantly. “i’m looking for more books about ancient history.” she explained, her fingers still clutching the spine of the book she had pulled earlier.

“dereshishishi!” he chuckled, shaking his head. “you’ve practically checked them all out already!” he teased. “the girl who just left took the ones you most likely haven’t checked out yet.”

robin raised her brows in surprise. “oh? do you know her name?”

saul rubbed his temples, thinking. “it’s [first name] [last name]. she comes here pretty often as well.”

“can you text me when the books are available again?” robin asked, her voice polite but urgent.

"of course!" saul nodded.

“thank you so much.” she flashed him a warm smile and bowed slightly before turning toward the checkout counter.

robin: her name is [first name] [last name]

nami: YOU ALREADY FOUND OUT??????

಄ the hickeys ft. usopp

─── “it’s been a while since we drank, zoro! how have you been?” usopp giggled as he poured the mosshead a generous glass of sake. the liquid sloshed slightly as their glasses clinked together. they each took a small sip, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through them.

zoro rested his elbows on the wooden table, his expression unreadable. “i’ve been fine." he said, his voice low. “what about you? are you still participating in that slingshot contest?”

“yep!” usopp grinned, patting his biceps proudly. “luffy’s counting on me to win that unlimited meat stash. i can’t let him down!”

zoro didn’t waste a second. he picked up his glass again and chugged the rest of the sake down in one go, leaving usopp barely able to take his second sip. “that’s nice to hear.” he said, patting usopp’s shoulder. “if luffy’s counting on you, then i will too.” he flashed usopp a quick grin and motioned for him to refill his glass.

“so, what about you?” usopp asked, as he took his second sip. “what have you been up to lately?”

before usopp could even finish his sentence, zoro went ahead and downed his second glass in another swift motion. at this point, usopp wasn’t worried—it was normal for zoro to drink like a fish when he let loose.

the green-haired male pursed his lips, his gaze fixed on the wooden table between them. “nothing much.” he finally said. “just… boxing.”

usopp’s mouth dropped open in surprise. “you box now?” he exclaimed. “that’s so cool! no wonder i noticed your build’s gotten bigger!” unfortunately for usopp, he hadn’t realized his dear friend wasn’t technically telling the entire truth—yet.

“yeah." zoro continued, his tone casual. “it’s pretty fun once you get the hang of it—”

“wait, is that bruise on your neck from boxing?” usopp questioned, leaning in slightly to get a better look at the mark. “did someone hit there, trying to aim for your face?”

zoro’s hand shot up, clamping over the mark as he looked away, his expression suddenly guarded. “uh, yeah…” he muttered, finishing off his drink in one last gulp. “i have to go now. thanks for all this.”

“wait, what?” usopp protested, his eyes widening. “you just got here!”

usopp: NAMI !!!! ZORO WAS BEING WEIRD

nami: WHAT HAPPENED

usopp: i asked him if the bruise on his neck was from boxing and he said yes usopp: but when i leaned in to get a better look he started looking defensive and then left??? usopp: WE JUST STARTED DRINKING 💔☹️

nami: USOPP. THAT'S NOT JUST A BRUISE.

usopp: it's not???? then what is it???????

nami: a hickey. zoro has a girlfriend.

usopp: WHAT !?!?!?!?!?

಄ the amusement park ft. franky + chopper

─── “here you go, chopper!” franky bent down with a grin and handed chopper the fluffy pink cloud of cotton candy he had just bought from a vendor at the bustling amusement park. chopper’s eyes lit up as he clutched the stick, his small hooves barely able to wrap around it.

“thank you, franky!” he cheered, taking tiny bites as they strolled past the rows of rides that didn’t catch their interest.

then, chopper’s gaze locked onto something far more thrilling—a towering rollercoaster twisting through the air with multiple loops. he gasped, pointing with one hoove. “franky! i wanna go on that one!” he exclaimed.

franky adjusted his sunglasses, sliding them up to rest on his forehead as he surveyed the ride. “are you sure you can handle that?” he teased, raising an eyebrow. “it’s pretty high for someone small like you.”

chopper didn’t let his height—or the daunting drops—deter him. “i don’t mind! it looks like so much fun!” he declared, already darting toward the entrance of the line. the two of them took their place among the other visitors, waiting for the current riders to finish.

“hey, hey, franky…” chopper tugged at franky’s pants. “isn’t that zoro?” he craned his neck upward, spotting a familiar head of bright green hair near the front of the line.

franky whipped his head in that direction, squinting against the sunlight. “oh, yeah. you’re right.” he murmured. “who’s that girl he’s with?”

unable to contain his excitement, chopper started jumping up and down. “zoro! zoro!” he shouted at the top of his lungs, waving his cotton candy stick wildly. zoro instinctively turned at the sound of his name, and for a split second, chopper grinned triumphantly—until zoro’s eyes widened in panic. without a word, he yanked the girl’s arm and bolted, disappearing into the crowd in a flash.

chopper tilted his head. “huh? why didn’t he say hi back to us?” he wondered aloud, his voice tinged with confusion. zoro had vanished so quickly, it was like he’d never been there at all.

franky blinked. “was he on a date?”

“dunno.” chopper replied, shrugging as he took the last bite of his cotton candy. “but they were holding hands.” he tossed the empty stick over his shoulder—only for it to bonk a random guy standing behind them.

robin: hope you're having fun! robin: how's chopper? ^_^

franky: superrrrrr as always franky: we just saw zoro

robin: oh? was he with anyone?

franky: some girl with [hair color] hair franky: i've never seen her around

robin: ah, i see robin: just know that zoro started his romance story

franky: hahahaaa we're the background characters then

franky tucked his phone into his pocket and rubbed his chin with his free hand. “i guess zoro has a girlfriend now.” he mused.

಄ the restaurant ft. monkey d. luffy + jinbe

─── since ace was out of town visiting yamato, luffy and jinbe decided to try a restaurant ace had recommended before his trip. jinbe had gently reminded luffy to keep his usual boisterous energy in check, just to avoid drawing unnecessary attention. but, as always, luffy couldn’t resist being himself—the moment the waiter led them to their table, he giggled loudly, his excitement bubbling over as his eyes locked onto the meat section of the menu.

“meat, meat, meat, meat!” he chanted with joy. (boy 😳)

jinbe chuckled, shaking his head. “more meat? even after usopp won you that unlimited meat supply?”

“it’s meat!” luffy reasoned, his hands clasped together like he was praying. “i want every piece on the menu!”

content to simply watch, jinbe didn’t bother ordering anything for himself. he leaned back in his seat as luffy chattered excitedly about random topics, his attention drifting between the menu and the tv screens above them, which were broadcasting sports matches.

the waiter approached, standing politely at the end of their table. “what would you like to order?”

“everything that has meat!” luffy declared instantly, not even pausing to consider the waiter’s stunned reaction.

jinbe glanced up at the waiter, signaling that he was fine with just water. as the waiter left, luffy’s eyes darted to the tv screens. unlike him, jinbe noticed the people sitting at the table next to them. “is that you, zoro?”

luffy’s ears perked up at the name. “zoro? where?” he asked, his head swiveling left and right in search of his friend.

“right there.” jinbe said, subtly pointing.

luffy’s eyebrows shot up, his face lighting up with excitement. “zoro! what are you doing here? i haven’t seen you in ages! wanna combine tables?”

finally spotted by his two longtime friends, zoro dropped his hands, which had been doing a poor job of hiding his face. “hi. luffy.” he grumbled, his voice tinged with resignation.

“you go to this place and never told me?!”

“well—”

“how’ve you been? man, we really need to catch up!”

“uh—”

“and who’s that girl you’re with?”

“…”

zoro’s silence spoke volumes. he sighed, glancing at jinbe with a pleading look—basically begging him to intervene and calm luffy down. jinbe nodded, stepping in. “luffy, zoro is on a date and needs to focus—”

zoro’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head, and he quickly reached for his wallet to pay the bill.

“a date?!” luffy’s jaw dropped.

zoro grabbed the girl’s hand and bolted for the exit. jinbe and luffy blinked at each other, watching zoro’s retreating figure disappear out the door.

“did we do something wrong?” luffy asked, his voice small.

“we interrupted his date."

಄ the group chat ft. sanji vinsmoke

─── as zoro’s self-proclaimed ‘frenemy’, sanji was the last one to find out about the relationship zoro had somehow gotten himself into. the crew had made a silent pact—no one dared utter a single word about it to sanji, knowing full well how he’d react. they believe it was best for sanji to uncover the truth on his own.

and, of course, he did find out—eventually.

all thanks to luffy.

luffy: who wants to hangout!

usopp: mememememeee!!!

robin: sounds lovely robin: i'm down

nami: YES! nami: i haven't seen you guys in ages! 🥺🥺🥺

franky: superrrrr awesome idea

brook: yohohoho! when i get back in town!

jinbe: 👍

chopper: YIPPEEE

zoro: ok

luffy: hey zoro! why dont you bring that girl jinbe and nami and franky and chopper and robin and usopp said was your girlfriendddddd

sanji: WHAT sanji: THAT THING HAS A GIRLFRIEND????? sanji: the hangout is tomorrow.

𑣲₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ how long it took the strawhats to find out about zoro’s ‘secret’ relationship

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ team detectives: 15 days nami , brook , nico robin

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ team clueless: 21 days usopp

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ team cotton candy: 32 days franky , chopper

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ team portgas d. ace is my goat: 40 days monkey d. luffy , jinbe

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ team mosshead hater: 62 days sanji vinsmoke 💢

authors note. 2.7k words... if you see a spelling/grammar error shhh no you don’t 🤫🤫🤫 ARE WE SEEING THE NEW OP CHAPTER???? 💔💔💔💔 *SPOILERS* ⬇️⬇️⬇️‼️‼️‼️⚠️⚠️⚠️

© MIFVYFILMS please do not copy, repost as your own, or translate MASTER-LIST.

[heartkaji]

❥you & bakugo won’t say you’re dating, but there will be signs

BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #1.

observed by — mina ashido

“y/n says she and bakugo aren’t dating. but i swear i caught them playing footsies during study hall.”

⟡

mina assumes it’s a trick of the light.

sero’s stalking hot moms on facebook. denki & kiri are trying to start a fire with a comically large magnifying glass. & when mina sees bakugo tickle your ankle with the toe of his sock, mina’s quick to assume the sight’s caused by the refractive index of light through the magnifying glass or whatever mumbo-jumbo they learned during last tuesday’s physics class.

but it happens again.

and this time you giggle.

and so mina has no choice but to accept magnifying glasses cannot bend sound.

mina puts on sero’s eyeglasses. they’re purely decorative, but she feels more intuitive regardless. she buries her nose between CGP’s A-Level biology guide & pretends she isn’t observing the way your eyes glint anytime you manage to nick katsuki in the shins.

bakugo’s face is stone still.

to the untrained eye, he’s simply solving calculus questions a mile a minute. but then he grunts.

mina doesn’t miss the way he grins when he nabs you in the thigh.

BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #2.

observed by — sero hanta

‘bakugo swears y/n isn’t anyone special to him. so why the hell does he have her contact saved as ‘mine?’

⟡

the first time sero hanta ever decides to show up early, he’s stuck waiting at a theatre with an angry bakugo at his side.

not to say the fiery blond isn’t usually angry. but this time said anger comes with heat: he’s grinding straw between his molars so hard plastic cracks between his teeth. his feet tap like it’ll make time go by sooner. it doesn’t.

“i’m gonna kill that damn shitty hair.”

“we’re the ones who’re thirty minutes early.”

“shut the fuck up.”

dumb dog sero hanta does as he’s told. katsuki stews a little longer, neck rash red, phone clicking locked & unlocked till he decides he’s had enough—or till the anger reaches his bladder. “‘m going to the bathroom, watch my shit.”

katsuki doesn’t bother waiting for a reply. his hands shove in his pockets as he makes his way to the bathroom, phone tucked firm between sero’s palms. sero hanta knows better than to hold it with anything less than an iron grip. but then it buzzes—& almost cartoonishly, the phone hops & skips before settling between his fingers

sero sees the notification before he can pretend otherwise.

mine🫀: mina and i are otw

mine🫀 : hope we’ll make it. this girl can NOT drive.

sero muffles a snort. the text holds truth, mina cannot, in fact drive. he recalls the time she picked him up to go to the beach and—wait.

is that text from y/n?

he’s quick to take a picture, send it to the ‘inBESTigators 🕵️🔍’ GC. before he can even close his phone & resume playing saint, kiri’s response comes in.

ripped riot 🔥: could be a typo

ripped riot 🔥: like ‘mine’ could be short for miner

pikachu ⚡️[replying to ripped riot 🔥] : are we deadass

sero’s about to type a response of his own before the familiar heavy steps of steve maddens sag at his ears. katsuki’s back, jaw tight & angrier than ever.

further investigation will have to wait.

BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #3.

observed by — denki kaminari

‘when the fuck did bakugo get funny?’

⟡

autumn break means thanksgiving shopping & black friday sales that make twelve dollar products drop to eleven ninety-nine. denki’s shopping for snacks, kiri needs energy drinks & you’re here for produce. katsuki is here because you all need his membership to get into costco.

something isn’t right.

& denki’s not talking about how the price of cheetos have somehow gone up. he’s talking about the fact that katsuki stands firm behind you, hands in pockets as you show him fruit. that’s fine—bakugo’s always been able to tell which apples are good & which aren’t.

but no apple evaluation requires katsuki to lean in that close.

and denki’s pretty sure there’s nothing funny about granny smiths either.

so why the fuck are you giggling ?

kaminari’s eyes flit to katsuki’s. if he was any other classmate, he’d say katsuki was bored. lips tight, eyes neutral, jaw slack. but denki’s no other classmate. he recognizes that twitch in his brow. the bob in his jugular.

katsuki is pleased. at least, denki thinks—no, swears he is. but just to be safe, he chooses to call in an actual katsuki expert. kirishima’s fatass is trying yet another free sample. for the sake of peace, denki chooses not to comment & instead goes straight to business.

“yo, kiri—i’m not seeing stuff, right? is bakugo not smirking and making y/n laugh??”

kirishima, in true fatass fashion, responds with a mouth filled with mini tacos. “I down’t see ‘t”

“bro. chew.”

“I don’t see it,” kiri gulps. “don’t you think we should respect their privacy?”

“we’re at a costco??”

but kaminari drops it. if the katsuki expert himself says there’s nothing, there’s obviously nothing.

right ?

BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #4.

observed by — literally everyone

‘katsuki and y/n are definitely dating. oh, and kiri’s getting kicked from the group chat.’

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mina ashido is not playing around.

the rest of the gang isn’t either. kaminari’s flipping through a scrapbook titled ‘PHOTOGRAPHICAL EVIDENCE.’ sero’s screenshotting group chat messages that sound too fond to not be affectionate. kirishima’s got his laptop open, looking over ‘evidence spreadsheets’ he swears aren’t empty.

but they are. and mina, rivaled only by sherlock himself, notices.

“kirishima, cell B-4. what’s written in there ?”

“I—uh, cell? what do you—“

“aha—” mina shuts her book. she’s towering over eijiro now, hands on her hips & glare so sharp it melts kiri like—well, acid.

“you’re not really doing anything.”

sero lifts a brow. kaminari gives the stink-eye.

“matter of fact…” mina continues, “you haven’t done anything. compiling evidence. listening in on on their convos. you haven’t done anything we’ve asked you to.”

“yeah,” sero quips. his phone’s in his lap now. “matter of fact, you always had some excuse about why you couldn’t.”

“matter of fact,” denki joins, “you’re always trying to deny evidence. talking about us ‘being delusional’.”

oh, kirishima’s in trouble now. blood in his jugular. tar in his throat. “I—“

mina can’t make up what happens next.

The door opens. It’s katsuki—not surprising—they’re literally all seated in a circle on the mat in his dorm. plans to hang out & just chill today—the usual. kiri is bakugo’s roommate. getting in isn’t a fuss.

but you’re right beside bakugo.

and your finger’s in his belt loop.

mina blinks. you haven’t noticed them yet. you look all calm and pretty, lashes low, eyes glued to your phone screen. your finger’s looped around the belt-hole like you’ve done it a thousand times before, and—

is that katsuki’s hoodie?

“what the fuck are you losers doing here?”

kiri’s already scrambling to defend the situation—something about she & the others showing up an hour early, he didn’t know, don’t blast us all—but mina’s not listening. she’s wondering if the refractive index of light is so strong it somehow made it look like katsuki gave your hand a light squeeze before tapping your hand off his jeans.

you’re still quiet behind him. hair all cute, jam-pink cheeks, fawn freckled & doe-eyed. kiri and katsuki are going back and forth. sero’s joined in. kaminari’s farted because he thinks no one will notice.

“y/n, is that bakugo’s hoodie?”

you can hear a pin drop. and another fart from kaminari.

“no, it’s—“

“it’s mine.” katsuki steps forward, hands in pockets & posture lazy like he didn’t say something scandalous. “got a problem, pinkie pie?”

“i could never.”

katsuki hums. he tugs you gently by the palm, door clicking shut behind him with the kick of his shin. he trudges toward the group, right hand in his pocket, left in yours—and he murmurs a quiet sit in your ear before doing a once-over.

“what’s all this?”

“evidence.”

“homework.”

“not evidence.”

tongue click. “evidence of ?”

“the refractive index of light.”

“you and y/n dating.”

“not you and y/n dating.”

“uh-huh,” katsuki picks up a photograph. he recognizes the scene: you’re tucked in his side, showing him something on your phone while he leans too close to be considered casual. you’re giggling here. cute.

he pockets it. “you guys are a bunch of fuckin’ idiots. and you—“ he turns to kirishima,

“no, no bro listen,” kirishima’s palm rests on his neck, an apologetic glance in your direction before he answers, “I did try to get them to leave you guys alone. they wouldn’t listen!”

“aha! so you were a traitor!”

bakugo glares. mina shrinks.

a muffled giggle pierces the silence. then a snort. & now you’re full on laughing—

“oh my god,” you sniffle, “you guys know we were literally gonna tell you, right?”

“tell us when?” sero speaks up, long moved away from kaminari. “it seems kiri here already knew about it.”

bakugo grunts. “why do you idiots think you’re here?”

oh.

bakugo takes a seat beside you. sero’s avoiding eye contact. kaminari’s avoiding the cheetos. mina bites her lip. you’re leaning over katsuki’s thigh now, photo evidence flip-book in your hands. you’re pointing out familiar photos while laughing & shaking your head, and bakugo’s looking back with a gaze so soft that mina doesn’t know how she didn’t see it sooner.

“i think we owe you two an apology.”

katsuki’s got his fingers twisting your knuckle. “y’think?”

sero, mina, and denki all look towards each other.

“we’re sorry.”

“for what?”

“for stalking you guys.”

“and not trusting that you’d tell us.”

“and being idiots.”

katsuki hums, satisfied. but he’s not done yet. he leans back on his palms before gently poking your hip. “should we forgive ‘em?”

“maybe. if they can send some of these photos.”

bakugo nods, turns to mina. “you heard the missus.”

“girl, take the whole book. like—seriously. omg.”

you hug it towards your chest, and mina can tell bakugo’s fighting a smile.

“right. and since you guys know now, you can all leave.”

the three protest. kiri interrupts. “i think it’s for the best. it’s been a long day.”

“that includes you, shitty hair.”

“huh—what?! this is my room too!”

“don’t care,” katsuki tugs you up with him, grip gentle, palm flat against your back as he steers you towards his bed.

“and didn’t ask,” he glances over his shoulder, “all of you, out.”

signs, end.

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[jeanmarcosno1]

Meeting Firefighter!Katsuki Bakugo at Neighbour!Ochaco's firehouse cookout.

Having Ochaco Uraraka as a neighbour meant every time she hosted the firehouse cookout you were invited. The place was swarming with beefed up men and women, a drool-fest for anyone with eyes. And Jesus Christ, were you drooling. 

You’d settled in pretty fast– Ochaco introduced you to some of her co-workers, who greeted you with a big grin and kind words. It was nice; good food, flowing drinks. 

You mainly hung around the barbecue, talking with a green haired EMT. He was sweet, filling your plate with food whenever it looked remotely empty. He’d introduced himself as Izuku at the beginning of the evening, but you'd quickly caught onto his nickname, Deku, as a result of everyone greeting him as such. 

“– But yeah, that’s basically how I got into firefighting. I actually joined alongside one of my friends but uh, I’m not sure if he’ll show face tonight or not. He can be slightly…what’s the word… anti-social?” Izuku laughed to himself, flipping sausages over the flame. 

You nodded, letting out a small giggle of your own. “I get it, I have a few friends like that. It’s okay though, socialising is not for everyone.” You paused for a moment, Izuku met your eyes briefly. “You don’t seem to have an issue with that, though.” You grinned. 

“Pfft..” The freckled man let air escape his lips “You’d be surprised. I was a quiet teenager.” He replied. 

“I find that hard to believe.” You snorted, taking a swig of your beer. 

Izuku opened his mouth again before a loud chorus of cheers came from behind you. Izuku closed the lid of the BBQ, turning his head to look around. “Speak of the devil.” He chuckled, pointing to guide your eyes toward a blonde, spiky haired man slung over Ochaco’s shoulder. He had a look of pure dismay on his face, shouting something barely audible over the yells of the firehouse’s inhabitants. 

“Is he okay?” You questioned, glancing between Izuku and the blonde man who had been placed back down on his feet by Ochaco. The crowd had now dispersed, making the view of the two a little clearer. 

Next to you, Izuku just nodded. “Yeah he’s fine.” 

You swore you looked away for ten seconds, looking back to see this absolute beast of a man stalking toward you. “Oh my God I’m gonna die.” You murmured, closing your eyes and accepting your apparent fate. You just heard the boy beside you laugh.

“Kacchan!” He greeted. You peeked one eye open, looking cautiously at the blonde.

“Who the hell is this extra?” He grunted, waving Izuku out the way to look at the food. 

Izuku just chuckled, gesturing to you as he lifted the lid of the barbecue. “This is Ochaco’s neighbour.” You looked at the man next to you as he offered out his hand. 

“Katsuki Bakugou.” He deadpanned, ruby red eyes piercing into your own. You introduced yourself with a squeak, shaking his hand carefully. “I don’t bite.” He added, looking back at the barbecue when he let go of your hand. 

Izuku squinted at him, "you definitely do.” He muttered, shaking his head and handing a plate to Bakugou. 

“Nice to meet you, anyway.” You spoke finally, stepping away from the barbecue so it wasn’t so crowded. “You also work at the firehouse?” 

Bakugou let out a loud laugh. “Work there? I’m the fire chief.” he scoffed. “So you’re Ochaco’s neighbour?” he asked, closing the metal lid and holding the plate under his chin, taking a massive bite from his burger. 

Your eyes widened. “Oh, shit I’m sorry I didn’t know.” You responded, waving your hands in front of you in apology. “And yeah, uh, Ochaco and I have lived next door to each other for a few years now. I look after her and Himiko’s cat when they’re both away.” Your eyes raked over him for a moment.

Izuku giggled, scuttling off with a cheery “I’ll give you guys some time to get to know each other!” 

Bakugou was dressed in a pair of bootcut jeans and a tight black shirt, sticking across his biceps and chest in a way that had you gulping down your beer. He met eyes with you as you finally pulled your gaze away from his pecs. “Eyes up here.” He snorted, licking the sauce off his fingers. “You wouldn’t like it if I was staring at you like that.” he remarked flirtily.

Huh? You stared at him as he ate nonchalantly. Blinking out of your daze with a smirk. “I dunno about that, something is telling me I really wouldn’t mind that much, Bakugou.”

“Katsuki, call me Katsuki.” He paused for a moment. “You always this bold with people you’ve just met?” He questioned, finishing off his burger with a final large bite. You shrugged innocently.

“Only to handsome strangers.” You winked. 

“Bold.” He smirked, placing his plate down on the table next to you. “Do you need another drink?” He asked. You nodded. “Come. I’ll get you a beer.” Katsuki’s head jerked to the side, gesturing to the house. You followed him in through the patio door, b-lining for the fridge. 

He pulled it open with a tug, bending two ice-cold beers, giving you a slight flash of the waistband of white boxers. He held it up for you to inspect. “That’s fine.” You nodded. Katsuki placed one down on the counter, using a penis-shaped bottle opener from his keychain. You snorted and he glared at you from the corner of his eye.

“It was a gag gift. I have a collection of stupid friends.” He grumbled, shaking his head. 

“Must be nice, though I didn't say anything.” You giggled, smiling cheekily. “So, what other “gag gifts” do you have?” You asked, leaning against the kitchen counter, taking your beer from him and clinking the neck against his. 

“Those cartoon white with red-heart boxers.” he deadpanned. You stared at him, eyes travelling south for a moment. 

“You’re serious? You have them on?” You asked, gaze flicking back up to his face. 

Katsuki raised an eyebrow. “Why, you wanna see?” He guffawed at the red hot blush blooming over your cheeks. You slapped your hand against his arm.

“You’re so bad.” You muttered. Katsuki cracked a smile. And that’s when you became aware you appeared to have a small crowd watching you. You looked over your shoulder to see Ochaco with her hands over her heart, cooing through the class door. “What the hell?”

Katsuki sighed, straightening out and walking over to the glass, he yanked it open, muttering some cold words to Izuku, Ochacco and a red haired man you’d met as Kirishima. Each backed away from the house, cowering together in a huddle. 

The blonde slammed the door again, turning to look at you. “How about I get your number? Maybe we could meet again without an audience.” 

You nodded, glancing past him at the trio who all had their backs to you, each doing the self-hug-makeout trick. You restrained a laugh, letting a soft giggle escape your lips instead. “Sure, why the hell not.”

So much for being anti-social.

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𝟭𝟴+ #𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗸𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 .ᐟ ★ 「 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 」 ©𝗸𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼, the guy who works at the same campsite every summer since he's old enough to do so, the stubborn mule who grumbles all day but still helps if asked, the grumbler nicknamed "hero" by the kids because he once helped a cat stuck in a tree.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼, who considers himself a normal person, just a regular simple man, but who attracts your attention since days.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 noticed you. Of course, he wasn't blind. It's not every day that someone buzz around him like an annoying mosquito. He doesn't really understand your interest even if his colleague, Eijiro sometimes called him irresistible.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼, that you once found repainting an old fence, the perfect opportunity to talk to him, right ? You approached, smiling innocently as if you hadn't been following him everywhere he went since your arrival.

"Hi..."

He doesn't look at you, too focused on that damn fence, but after a few seconds of awkward silence, he blurts out "Can I help you ?" in a gruff tone.

You couldn't think straight when he looked so damn good like that. Yeah breath, improvisation's good too.

"No, uhm, but...maybe I could help ?"

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 knew you were talking about helping him with the fence's painting, but seeing you follow him like that had piqued his curiosity. That meant you liked him, right ? So he took his chance.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 ’s door was opened at an astonishing speed by the person who "was absolutely not waiting for your arrival" behind her. He invited you, his intentions were clear. You had come. He didn't want to seem defeatist, but he had a little trouble believing it. But you were there so he just grabbed you by the hips and kissed you.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 really knew how to use his tongue for something other than complaining. You've had proof of that for, what, a good half hour ? Well, thirty-four minutes and twenty-two seconds, but he doesn't count at all. Nothing. Not even your three (and almost four) orgasms.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 kept playing dominant guy while fucking you, and he was really good at it. His cock hit your sensitive spot every vigorous thrust, and he didn't neglect your clitoris either ! It was so intense and so good that he even lost the orgasms' count.

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿!𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 covered you in slobbery kisses to thank you for helping him so much. To his surprise, the next morning he found only one note in your place: "My number. Call me if you need help."

#𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿 had now to admit that Eijiro was right, he was perhaps a little irresistible...