lazy kisses with katsuki⌠mmm. how heâd turn a simple peck into something worth melting over, making you defenseless without thinking. his tongue moves against yours in such a sensual way that you donât even understand how someone like him, sharp-tongued and quick witted, could act so opposite. his hands always find their way under the fabric of whatever youâre wearing, finger tips pressed into the skin of your hips for that subtle bare contact he yearns for. it takes a good amount of time in a relationship for him to get to this point, but when he does? he never wants to stop. it almost never leads to anything else, staying as just a slow and deep makeout session to show how much he cares about you and not just your body.
âi can't believe you put all of my shirts in the wash,â katsukiâs voice is a bit muffled as he steps out of the bathroom.
your head perks up from the bed at the sound. âyeah, sorry about that,â you say, though your voice trails off a bit.
you watch him, completely mesmerized, analyzing the way his muscles shift with every single movement as he walks towards the bed. his blonde hair is still a bit wet from the shower, looking as messy and spiky as ever, while a few drops of water slowly roll down the defined ridges of his abs.
âthis is the last time i'm letting you do any chore,â he grumbles, his voice thick with annoyance.
his tone forces you to quickly snap out of the trance heâs got you in. âiâm sorry,â you say, though it comes out almost robotic because your eyes are still helplessly glued to his big, squishy chest.
he lets out a scoff. the second he gets close to where you are sitting on the bed, he reaches out and flicks your forehead with his finger.
âat least look in my eyes, you damn pervert,â he grumbles, kicking off his slippers and climbing onto the mattress right next to you.
âwho, me?â you fake, putting on your best innocent face as you rub the spot he just flicked on your forehead.
âyeah! you!â
you let out a dramatic sigh. âlook, it was just a coincidence that i put aaallll your shirts in the washer at the same time, and now you just happen to have to walk around shirtless.â you pause, shrugging as if it wasnât a big deal.
âthat sounds stupid once you say it out loud, and you know it.â
he just shakes his head, giving you an exasperated look.
ânow i feel bad, kats. really, really bad,â you assure him, sliding closer to him. you don't hesitate as you climb right onto his lap, your palms quickly finding his pecs and giving them a soft squeeze.
a sudden silence falls over the room as you just keep squeezing his chest, completely unfazed by the utterly baffled expression spreading across his face. he stares down at you, totally speechless for a second.
âis this helping?â you ask, looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes.
âhah?! how the fuck would this help me?!â he demands, his voice rising in annoyance â though you notice he doesn't actually push you off.
âwell, iâm offering you support? it really looks like you need it,â you say with a bright smile, your palms still comfortably cupping his firm chest.
katsuki doesnât need much of a fuse to explode, and that cheeky comment is the final straw.
âfuck off, iâm going to get one of your shirts to wear!â he yells, finally pushing you off his lap.
you roll over the mattress with a loud laugh, clutching your stomach.
âkats, no! wait! please!â you scream after him, trying to catch your breath.
âwhat now?!â he whips around to face you, his shoulders tense and his nerves already completely shot.
there is a brief, tense moment of silence. you look him up and down.
thenâ
âdid you know your chest jiggles when you move around?â
his face flushes red. âthatâs it! iâm taking your favorite shirt!â
ânot the blue one!!â you shriek, sitting up in a panic.
âyes, the blue one!!!â he roars back, stomping off towards your closet.
katsuki who LOVESS when he gets people to laughâmore specifically, his wife. and okay, his friends also but like, whatever.
he's spent a lifetime either (evilly) laughing at people or being (playfully) laughed at and he never really cared for making people laugh much bc it never occurred to him until the first time he (unintentionally) made his girl laugh and ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, he was gone. a goner. red in the face and heart in a race. he will NEVER admit it, but he lives for that high all the time.
he's horrible at being intentionally comedicâevident by the way most of the laughs he gets are from the things he does unintentionallyâbut if he learned that something he did or said made his girl laugh, he'd spam it a little a few times just to get u to really laugh ur heart out w a wide ass grin on his face. would he embarrass himself or throw away his ego and self-worth just to make you laugh? sometimes. depending on the time and place. he'll be rude if it makes you laugh, he'll play dumb and go with ur antics, he'll wear stupid clothes red-faced if it meant helping with ur bad day.
but also if u think abt it, this mf could also probably be a good comedian anyway because i think when he gets in the flow he would ride that wave hard. he doesn't give a fuck about public speaking so he would probably be pretty good at it in his own style bc he's naturally witty, he's smart, he's observant and intuitive so he'd probably know how to get the hang of the unintentionally funny thingâhe's annoying i hate him why is he good at everything.
also katsuki is A GIGGLER !!! i love the way he laughs in the sub for the mr. smiley ova bc he sounds like he's being tickled n that's exactly how he laughs at things he genuinely finds funny: hands on his tummy, head thrown back, turning away as laughter rakes through his body bc he doesn't want to be exposed to more of the funnyâbut unlike the louder cackles from the ova or from his fight w afo, i think he'd be a little quieter? like a helpless giggler; it's too funny and he's so weak n breathless he can't help but laugh. idt he'd wheeze, he's just soo tickled i think he is sooooo cute. he also snickers but i think that's obvious. i think the louder laughter is only when he's tweaking over something (fighting afo in pain) bc i genuinely can't see him cackling over a joke as much as i can see him do a spittake.
âž â katsuki giggles,,,,,,, ok null time for bed. no one say anything abt how this was written bc i'm sleepy n idrgaf rn but yes ik it's bad shush pls. this is also just how i imagine papatsuki in his married life btw hehe. gn everyone i will now go snooze âĄ
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Years of brutal training. Endless patrols. Rescue missions that left him carrying concrete slabs like they weighed nothing.
A body like his wasn't built overnight.
It was earned.
Still...
You weren't exactly thinking about any of that.
Not when your face was currently squished against one of them.
"...Comfortable?" his voice rumbled from somewhere above you.
You hummed, nuzzling deeper into the warm muscle.
"Mhm."
"...You're usin' my arm like a damn pillow."
"'Cause it is."
A scoff. "Brat"
You were also convinced half of Japan wanted these arms.
The skin-tight hero costume certainly didn't help.
Every interview. Every press conference. Every rescue caught on camera had people online collectively losing their minds whenever he crossed his arms or flexed without realizing it.
Sure you loved his arms but the rest of Japan loved those arms for entirely similar reasons.
The hero rankings practically exploded every time a new agency photo dropped.
Reporters somehow managed to ask the most ridiculous questions just to keep him standing in front of cameras a little longer.
You'd seen the edits.
The thirst compilations.
The embarrassingly dedicated fan accounts.
Sometimes you were pretty sure the cocky bastard made it worse on purpose.
Coming home straight from the agency after squeezing in one last workout.
Veins standing out beneath tanned skin.
Sleeves rolled up just a little tighter around his arms than usual, buttons looking one deep breath away from surrendering.
Just enough to watch your traitorous eyes linger a little too long, smirking like he already knew where the night was going.
But none of that compared to the mornings.
Those belonged entirely to you.
Just with Katsuki.
Soft around the edges in a way the rest of the world would never believe.
Sleep-mussed blond hair sticking up in every direction.
Grey sweatpants hanging low enough to make you question his intentions early morning.
You shuffled into the kitchen, still half asleep, and without a word your hand found its usual place, giving his ass a lazy squeeze.
"Morning, beautiful."
He barely reacted anymore, already used to it.
Just huffed out a quiet laugh beneath his breath, the sound rough with sleep as he continued flipping the breakfast pan.
"Mornin', pretty," he rasped.
Your smile widened.
Naturally, your next move was to latch onto his arm.
Both hands wrapped around his bicep as you shamelessly buried your face into it.
"Hungry," you mumbled giving a playful nibble to his arm.
"For breakfast?"
"...Eventually."
His brow lifted.
You were already staring again.
Your gaze wandered shamelessly over broad shoulders, across his chest, down the defined planes of his waist before settlingâonce againâon those stupidly huge biceps.
He caught you. Of course he did.
That infuriatingly handsome arrogant half-smirk tugged at his lips.
"...See somethin' you like?"
Before you could get another word in, he hooked an arm around your waist.
The world tipped.
One effortless lift-
And suddenly you were sitting on the kitchen counter.
Somehow, he still towered over you.
"...Tch."
He leaned down, lips brushing your ear.
"Greedy little thing."
His hands settled against your hips as he stepped between your knees, amusement dancing in crimson eyes.
"just gonna keep starin'..."
He leaned in, big hands already parting your legs and trailing higher.
"...or you gon' work f'it baby?"
Prohero!Bakugo who had big biceps.
Strong enough to lift cars.
Strong enough to tear through concrete.
Strong enough to save lives.
The rest of Japan admired them because they made him a hero.
New Katsuki illustration. He's about to eat an onigiriđĽş
LOOK AT HIS SOFT EXPRESSION OMG. considering the sleeve, this is postwar. He is smiling and looking relieved? He looks like he's appreciating small details of his life after he died and was brought back to lifeđ he's so grateful for being alive "I'm really alive and can eat an onigiri"
And pay attention, edgeshot is also standing next to him looking at himđĽş
virgin!katsuki with his shaky hands and gasps as he fucks you for the first time, trying so hard not to show it but his face his scrunched up so cute and his lips are parted letting you hear just how good he feels. who whimpers when he fully bottoms out and has to bury his head in your neck and sit there for a couple minutes so he doesnât cum right away. heâs still learning what to do with his big dick and gets so blushy when you tell him how much you love it.
ââ âś before you read: 1.4k words ; gn reader ; established relationship ; very corny cuddling shenanigans ; masterlist.
ę° commentary ęą âś i saw a tik tok of a couple's ring camera footage catching a moment like this in the middle of the night (i cannot find it anymore) but it felt rly katsuki coded so here we are
Itâs three in the morning, and youâre hot and sweaty, and Katsuki is as heavy as ever. He doesnât snore any quieter either.
He shuffles closer, half-asleep, as he throws a leg over you, pulling you into his chest. His arms wrap around you like a trap, solid and impossible to pry loose, and then he shoves his face into your neck with a low, sleepy grunt. You blink your eyes open, lips curling into a frown as he goes right back to snoring.
âBabe,â you huff, tapping his arm. He grunts, barely registering your voice. âKats,â you try again, shoving at him a little harder. âItâs hotâget off.â
âNo,â he clicks his teeth, voice rough with sleep. âWeâre cuddling.â
âBut itâs too hot,â you say exasperatedly.
âNo, itâs not.â
âYes, it is,â you snap, pushing at the heavy arm locked around your waist. âYour body heat is cooking me aliveâIâm gonna die.â
His mouth twitches into a frown against your neck. âStop being dramatic.â
âYou weigh so much.â
âThatâs fuckinâ rude. And Iâm not even on you.â
âYou are literally on top of half my body!â
He makes a low, irritated sound at your unwillingness to quietly let him have his way. (Heaven forbid, you think, that you choose not to spend your last moments under his crushing weight.) Stubbornly, his leg hooks more firmly over yours when you try to wiggle away, and his arm tightens around your middle.
âStop moving,â he mutters.
âMove over.â
âNo.â
âCâmon,â you whine, huffing tiredly. âJust move over a little.â
âThereâs no space.â
You pause at his words in disbelief. Slowly, you lift your head from the pillow, squinting through the dark room. The curtains are cracked just enough to let a thin line of streetlight spill across the bed, pale and silver over the rumpled sheets. The other half of his bed is empty and untouched, just as you suspected.
Of course it is, when heâs abandoned his own side completely and migrated fully into yours.Â
You turn your head to glare at him as you hiss, âYou liar.â
He doesnât even have the decency to look at you as you catch him in his lie. His eyes are still closed, his face still buried in your neck, and his breathing slow and warm against your skin. âFuck off,â he mumbles. âWeâre cuddling.â
âI canât sleep like this! Youâre completely on my side of the bedââ
âItâs our bed,â he instantly corrects, giving you a grumpy look as he cracks one eye open.
âIt wonât be for long,â you snap. âIâm going to leave.â
He waits thirty seconds before smugly humming, âStill here, huh? Knew it.â
âWhere else am I meant to be?â you hiss, trying to pry his arm off again. âIâm being held hostage here literally against my will!â
He snorts. The sound is small and half-muffled, but you feel it against your skin, and that somehow irritates you even more because heâs clearly enjoying himself. Even despite being disturbed as he tries to sleep (doesnât he have an early patrol in the morning?), even despite sweating through the sheets with you (and just how is he surviving this heat so unbothered?), even despite being shoved at and scolded (when will he grow a sense of shame?), Katsuki is still having a good time simply because heâs annoying you.Â
Your vein all but pops at the smug satisfaction he gets from getting under your skin.
âKatsuki,â you groan, going limp in his hold for one exhausted second. âPlease. Itâs so hot, and your quirk doesnât help. Just get offâyouâre so stubborn.â
His eyes finally crack open, narrowed and gleaming in the dark. For a moment, he just looks at youâhair messy, expression heavy with sleep, mouth pulled into that signature annoyed little line that itâs always tugged into permanently.
Then he clicks his tongue, offended. âFine.â
The word is sharp and dramatic, and before you can even feel relieved, he releases you all at once and rolls over onto his back with a huff, taking all of his furnace-like body heat with him. The sudden absence should be a blessing. It is a blessing. You are relieved and can breathe again as cool air slides over your damp skin, and you can finally move freely without his arm compressing your ribs.
But Katsuki, of course, is not done being insufferable.
âSo fuckinâ unbelievably rude,â he mutters to himself, purposely loud enough for you to hear clearly. âAlways clingy during the day, crawlinâ all over me. Sitting in my lap ân stealinâ my food. But when it actually fuckinâ makes sense to cuddle, suddenly itâs a problem.â
You narrow your eyes as you pout, âI am not clingyâand youâre the rude one! It doesnât make sense to cuddle in this crazy hot weather and dieââ
âAnd if I said that cuddling you would kill me, then youâd send my ass to sleep outside. At least try to hide your fuckinâ double standards.â
âOh my god,â you whisper to yourself. âHeâs impossible.â
âIâm right here, too,â he grumbles flatly, turning to you, mildly offended.
You roll onto your side to face him, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him better. His arms are crossed over his chest now, biceps flexed, jaw set tight as though youâve wronged him. (For someone who upholds the justice system of this country, you think itâs ironic of him to act that wayâespecially when heâs spent the last five minutes trying to suffocate you with his weight and body heat.)
You narrow your eyes. âFine,â you click your teeth. His gaze cuts to you instantly as you throw the sheet off your legs. âYou wanna cuddle?â
His eyes narrow suspiciously. âWhatâre you doing?â
âExactly what you want,â you say sweetly, already moving. âYou wanted to cuddle. So weâre gonna cuddle.â
âYouââ
You roll on top of him before he can finish. All of your weight lands squarely against his chest as you sprawl over him, dramatically making a point to make your limbs seem boneless. One leg hooks over his thigh. One arm flops across his face. Your cheek smushes against his shoulder, and you make sure to go as limp as inconveniently possible.
Katsuki grumbles instantly, âGet off.â
âNo,â you mumble into his skin. âWeâre cuddling.â
His chest rumbles beneath you. âThis shit isnât how you fuckinâ cuddle, you damn idiot.â
You promptly ignore him, lifting your head just enough to shove your face next to his ear. Then you fake snore loudly. Itâs an obnoxiously exaggerated replica of his own snoring.
Katsuki cringes before shoving at you (with little conviction). âKnock it off, moron!â
You snore louder, fighting back a giggle. His hand comes up to shove at your shoulder, but there is no real strength behind it. Not enough to move you, even though he easily could. Not enough to mean it, because he clearly doesnât. His palm just rests there after a second, warm and broad against you, while he turns his face away like that might hide the way his mouth is starting to twitch.
You see it anywayâthe small shake of his chest as the laugh he is trying very, very hard not to give you escapes against his will. You grin at the sight and snore again, right into his ear.
âBrat,â he snaps, but it comes out strained as he fights back a chuckle.
âShhh,â you mumble, patting his cheek with the hand still flung half over his face. âIâm sleeping. Youâre ruining our cuddle.â
âYouâre ruining my life.â
âYouâre the one who asked me out, so itâs your fault.â
âWell, I guess even I make mistakes.â
âSo mean!â You gasp, lifting your head as you demand, âYouâre saying Iâm a mistake?!â
This time, the laugh actually breaks out of him. It is short and boyish, and itâs not something a lot of people witness. But you doâquite often, in fact, and you canât help but melt at how sweet the sound is. Finally, you give in and properly curl against his chest, relieving him of the uncomfortable position your body is in over his upper half. Your eyes meet his, and you stare for a moment at each other before he looks away to the side.Â
The tips of his ears are just slightly red, you thinkâbut itâs too dark to tell for sure.
âJust go the fuck back to sleep,â he mutters.
âSure thing,â you beam as you tuck your face into his neck and fake snore one more time.
Katsuki pinches your side. You laugh into his chest, and this time, when he huffs in annoyance, he does not bother hiding the smile.
cuddling this guy in the middle of summer with that quirk must be miserable. u might as well cuddle a flame
â. synopsis: katsuki loves when you get a fresh full set of nails, especially when theyâre sharp enough to mark him up. (w/c: 2.1k+)
â. warnings: fluff, smut (p in v, mating press), scratching kink, mentions of blood, fem reader.
â. a/n: first time writing smut so apologies if this is buns, but this might just be my favourite thing iâve ever written ÎŁ(O_O)
"Damn that's good, keep going," he groaned through a gritty voice, eyes fluttering shut as he relished the rapture of the moment.
"Katsuki, my hands are getting tired."
"I don't care, I said keep going."
Whining in irritation, you forced your hand through numerous cramps to sustain the gentle rhythm of massaging circles into his scalp. To Katsuki, it's a necessity that after you have your nails freshly done, he settles into your lapâhead softly cushioned by your chest as he expectantly waits for head scratches.
Not that you'd planned on getting them done anytime soon. Before today, they'd been in a sorry enough state to earn weeks of blatant complaints from him. These aren't doing the job anymore, I can't feel a damn thing, they're useless, fix it.
In reality, your nails weren't entirely horrible. They just looked like theyâd been carrying the same mundane identity for far too longâchipped edges, and faded gel polish hinting it was time for redo.
As a half-assed retort, you told him that to get your nails done, heâd have to pay this time. Although, your threat to his bank account was proven to be futile as when youâd woken up this morning, your eyes were politely greeted with a hefty wad of cash atop your nightstand. Observing closer, the white glint from a ripped piece of paper nearby swiftly caught your eye.
go do your nails or whatever it is you brats do. obviously I gave you extra, so treat yourself to something else. iâll be home around 7
love,
đŚ
Smiling to yourself, you mindlessly reached for your discarded phone, before immediately clicking onto Pinterest.
The memory faded as a lazy tug on the hem of your shirt pulled you into the present of the evening. Looking down, your eyes met garnet ones that glared back at you in faux annoyance.
"Oi. Quit spacing out, and keep scratching."
"Sorry, sorry," you lightly chuckled, keeping a hand carding through the roots of his blonde locks as the other traced the fine hairs prickling his neck. Katsuki's eyes narrowed at the amusement in your voice.
"Stop laughing."
"Then quit acting like you enjoy this," you smirked.
A scoff passed his lips, but they way he nudged his head into your hand completely undermined whatever argument he was about to make.
"Don't start."
"I didn't say anything."
"Your face did."
Exaggerating the falseness of his claim, you attempted to relax all the muscle in your face, a blank expression easing your features.
"There. Happy?" You asked flatly.
"No."
You quirked a brow. The man looked away first, an undeniable hue of pink dusting his ears.
"You look prettier when you're smiling."
The teasing response sitting on the tip of your tongue died as you were caught off guard, enough for your fingers to still for a fraction of a second. Something in the way he said it, so matter-of-fact, made your pulse trip.
His eyes flickered up at you, aimless gaze falling to your lips briefly before flitting back to your eyes.
"What?" You questioned, an undeniable hue of pink now dusting your own cheeks.
Bakugou doesn't answer you right away.
Instead, he holds your look for a second longer, whilst his hand loosens on your shirt to slide lowerâfirmly resting on your hip.
He breathes out, "Tch, you're infuriating," the blonde dipped his head forward, catching your lips in a feather-light kiss that seemed to deepen as his grip tightened. It was intoxicatingly warm, and slow, a deliberate exploration that left you breathless and aching for more.
"You think I'm pretty?" You huffed into his parted lips, nails scraping his skin as your fingers curled into the hairs of his napeâeliciting a satisfied groan.
"I think," Katsuki muttered, his breath mingling with yours in the narrow space between you, "you ask stupid questions."
What started as a tentative movement became a demanding pace. Faces crashed together with bruising pressure, bodies mutually surrendering to one another, whilst tongues slipped past the slicked seal of lips, consuming total focus.
Reluctantly tearing yourselves apart, your foreheads rested against each others.
"You should put those nails to use."
"How so?"
"Y'know I love it when you mark the fuck outta' me." The man moaned lowly just at the thought.
Without another word, he pushed himself off of your figure, grasping your ankles before pulling you down the sofa to lie flat.
"I like to imagine how hard your nails can dig into my skin,â While divulging his fantasy, Katsuki began to strip your bodies feverishly, clothing and undergarments jettisoned across the wooden floor of the apartment, leaving you both bare and vulnerable, âso hard it scars for everyone to see and know that I'm yours."
As he leaned over you, breaking what little space was left, your wandering eyes couldn't help but flick down to his hipsâheart skipping in arousal once you saw the semi-hard length enlargening between his thighs.
"Like what you see?" You gently nodded, suddenly unable to talk as your mouth watered, rendering your jaw shut. A roughened hand trailed up your side, cupping the soft curve of your breast, briefly tweaking a stiff nipple between two of his fingers.
The blonde gravelly chuckled at your pathetic whine, "Don't worry, pretty. I'll give you what you want, and you'll give me what I want."
Tugging at your hands, he latched them to his shoulders for you to claw into, before wrenching your knees open in hunger, eyes lowly-lidded by an exponentially growing desire.
While all this unfolded, an unmistakable wetness had been gathering at your heated core, to which Bakugou collected with two digits, groaning in satisfaction of being proficient in easily turning you on.
"Shit, you want me that bad?" He asked, a cocky smirk curving his lip as he continued to stare between your legs, eyes unwavering like your arousal was hypnotic while he massaged your slickened folds.
"Please, Kats."
"Need to stretch you out first. Open up f'me."
You bit down on your lip, a muffled moan merely escaping your throat as heavy fingers curled into the gumminess of your hot walls.
âOi, donât you dare try being quiet. Let me hear you.â The calloused hand pressing your thigh flush against your stomach came up to cup your flustered cheek, thumb tenderly stroking your parted lips. Vehemently, his broad fingers continued their loving onslaught, curving in the most delicious places he knew would soon have your body quivering.
âMm, f-fuck Katsuki!â
Maybe it was the enthralling allure of his name slipping off your tongue, or the captivating resonance of your voice that made his cock subconsciously twitch. Bakugou would never admit it, but he found himself mesmerised by every possible part of youâyour quiet competence, your undying enthusiasm, your enamouring beauty, and they way youâd hold on until he was close so you could orgasm together.
âItâs that good is it?â He smiled contently, scarlet eyes fluttering between your scrunched face and the joining of his hand against your pussy.
Obscene noises echoed throughout the apartment, loud squelches bungled with numerous moans of pleasure.
âI need moreâŚâ You whimpered, sweaty hands clamping the skin of his shoulders tighter, âmore please.â
Giving in to your begging without hesitation, Katsuki carefully pulled his fingers from your worked hole, before pumping his weighty length a couple times, its tip glistening with luscious pre-cum.
One of your own hands quickly snaked down your body, wrapping around the pearly skin of his girth, feeling his pulse kick as you pulled at his hardened cock.
"Fuuuck, your hand is so much softer than mine." His hips bucked into your grip, both hands pushing down on your thighs. "Your nails look so hot around my dick."
After several tugs, you beckoned him closer, lining up his fattened tip with your aching hole. It nudged against you, eager.
"Breathe in for me, pretty." Bakugou whispered against your neck as his lips hovered over your pulse point, wracking your body with anticipatory shivers.
As he pushed in cautiously, your hands shot back to his shoulders, nails clutching the skin as the familiar burn of the stretch brought both delicious pain and troubled pleasure.
"âohmygosh, ngh!"
"Shit, you're so tight. Don't fight it," The man winced, hands stroking the underside of your thighs as he squeezed further in, your walls contracting to snuggly accommodate his thick cock. Once balls-deep, only then did he pause momentarily, allowing you time to get used to the feeling. âYouâre so good for me, yâknow that? So damn good.â
Breathless, you smiled tightly in return, watching him pick his head up to capture your lips in an adoring kiss. "Please move," You breathed against his lips desperately.
"No need to tell me twice." Grunting, he started a steady pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin resounding off the walls as his heavy balls bounced off your ass. Even though Katsuki had fingered you prior, no preparation would ever be enough to fully stretch you to fit his bulky girth, ornamented by angry meandering veins.
"Hah, your pussy is so fucking good. I'd do anything to stay in you like this all the time."
"Ah! You're so big Kats!"
He smirked, "Damn right I am. And you're gonna take everything I give you, right?"
"Mhm, yes!" you cried.
"Atta' girl." The ash-blonde grinned, pecking yet another kiss to your lips before sucking on the velvety skin of your neck as he quickened his thrustsâheavy length carving through your warm insides as he forced in deeper.
At the change of intensity, your nails dropped to his back, clawing at the toughened skin.
"Yes pretty, scratch me up just like that," Katsuki loudly groaned, eyes falling shut as he savoured the stinging sensation, "mark me."
Relentlessly driving into you, he pushed your knees up to your chest, letting your ankles dangle at the sides, bending your pliable body into a mating press which had you seeing stars in record time.
"W-wait! Shitâtoo deep!" Unfiltered moans were forced out your throat, your nails now engraving red lines into his back, "ngh!"
"Fucking hell, make me bleed for all I care."
It must've been this new angle. Your frame began to shiver as the coil that had been gradually tightening in your stomach began to constrict all-too-quickly, pulling your muscles taut. He had to have noticed how your body suddenly grew frantic, a tell-tale sign of an approaching orgasm, as he snaked a sweaty palm between your sheened bodies to massage tight circles into your sensitive clit.
"Katsuki! 'm gonna come!" Whining, you curled a shaking hand into his short locks, whilst the other dug into the dip of his spine like an anchor.
"...don't worry pretty, I'm close too," Out of breath, both of your lungs heaved, breathing in the little oxygen left in between you. He moans, "Shit, you're squeezing me so hard."
The tight circles over your tiny bundle of nerves sped up in time with Bakugou's pounding, edging you insanely closer and closer to a delicious climax.
It only took a couple more brutal thrusts until you completely crumbled apart. The coil snappedâyour jaw grew slack as your back arched of the sofa into his hot chest, muscles tensed and legs quaking as you clenched down on the blonde's throbbing cock. The passionate moans pushing past your lips were borderline pornographic, all of which Katsuki trapped in a sloppy kiss. Your arousal seamlessly coated his cock, a translucent liquid of high viscosity oozing from your pussy creating a pale ring around its girth as he fucked you through your high. The sudden, vigorous contractions of your smooth walls was enough to send Katsuki reeling over the edge too. With a gravelly moan, incredibly close to a whine, his balls tightened, pumping thick ropes of fertile seed deep within your womb, painting its confines a creamy white.
Collapsing onto your shivering form as his length remained pulsing inside of you, he buried his face into your neckâa mixture of purple and reds bruising your skin. "You good?" He breathed, fingers tracing idle patterns on your side.
You replied with a blissful hum, doubting that you'd be coherent if you were to talk.
Bringing your fingers to his scalp, you gently smoothed through the roots of his hair, a small smile curving your lip as the blonde relaxed into you, his breathing evening out.
"Oh shit." You managed to mumble, eyes widening as you watched multiple reds beading from the scratches carved into his back.
Simultaneously, he perked up with wide eyes.
"What? Please don't tell me I hurt you."
"No no, you would never hurt me." You scratched your head sheepishly, unknowing of his potential reaction, "Iscratchedyoutoohardandnowyou'rebleeding! I'm sorry, I didn't mean too. You should've told me to stop!"
His brows furrowed, eyes narrowing, "Why are you apologising? If you were lucid enough, you'd remember that I said I wouldn't care."
"So you aren't angry?"
"I'm happy as hell."
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absolutely sensational.
thanks for reading, all support is highly appreciated, especially reblogs! iâd love to do requests :)
this is REAL . like touch their skin and feel the warmth kind of real . like have their arm hanging round your shoulder casually kind of real . like laughing so hard your stomach hurts only to catch their eye and laughing even harder kind of real . like scrolling through your chats and seeing a notif from them kind of real . like sending them a tiktok or the equivalent and seeing the text bubbles surface as they respond kind of real . it is all real . do not treat your dr as other . it's your life . it's real . you will live it . you are not removed from it . yearn as much as you want , but you are not stuck at the window gazing at the moon , you can be there the moment you want to be . have your cake and eat it too . thank you .
The most unfunny, repetitive, and boring "joke" mha fans has made is this:
"Bakugou's biggest trauma is the river hahaha"
Meanwhile: 1. The kid got assaulted and choked to death while everyone was laughing/filming and pro heros were just watching, 2. he got humiliated on national TV and was treated like an animal, 3. he was kidnapped by the most dangerous villain group of the country where adults were trying to brainwash him into joining them, 4. After he was saved, he got zero emotional comfort and instead got victim blamed by literally everyone SPECIALLY his own mother, 5. Blamed himself for ending his idol's career, 5. Got impaled and almost died, 6. Was mentally and physically tortured by the most vicious man alive, 7. LITERALLY DIED while he was alone and none of his friends were there, 8. The moment he woke up he was immediately sent back to fight like he's a weapon and was faced with what? His idol getting ripped in half, 9. He was told it's better to sever his arm because he may never be able to move it again, 10. Couldn't even use his arm or quirk for years
It all happened in ONE Year and he got NO emotional comfort from anyone. In mha, characters get crying ceremonies for less.... But ofc, in Shonen fans' pov, trauma doesn't count if it hasn't happened before the age of 10 or if it's sth they can't relate tođ
textposting about katsuki with a crazy ass gf (based off of this post) just Bc i have it on my mind still
notess: aged up characters, arguing, reader is unhinged (ur honestly just like me), reader luvs him so much likee he knows that very well, smut themes, university setting, heâs genuinely right where he wants to be, this ended up cute somehow
ę° synopsis ęą âś katsuki always wondered what the hell his father saw in his old hag of a mother. it takes twenty years, a nasty fight with you, a near-death experience, and a trip to the hospital before he finally gets it
ââ âś word count: 5.8k words ; my drabbles always do this bro
ââ âś before you read: female reader ; pro hero bakugou ; established relationship ; arguing ; (temporary) relationship troubles ; injuries + villain attacks + hospitals (bakugou) ; tame angst with a happy ending! ; communication + resolving arguments ; bakugouâs father makes an appearance ; fluff and banter at the end ; masterlist.
ę° commentary ęą âś at the end of the day i will never not be a sucker for the trope where u argue just before a major life threatening incident occurs
Itâs 9:32 PM when Katsuki begrudgingly leaves his patrol area and finally calls it quits for the night.
Patrol was supposed to end an hour and thirty-two minutes ago, but heâs been dragging his feet ever since. Taking the long route. Responding to calls that technically arenât under his jurisdiction. Circling blocks heâs already cleared twice. Anything to kill time. Itâs only when Kirishima actively tells him to get the fuck out and stop interfering with his villain count for the night that Katsuki finally accepts defeat and ends his workday.
Ending his workday means going home. And if he goes home, youâll be there. And if youâre there, heâll be reminded of your nasty argument from the other night. And if he thinks about that argument, heâll have to face the fact that the two of you are still stubbornly refusing to speak to one another until the other apologizes first. Itâs a ridiculous standoffâan unnecessary one, and he knows it. But neither of you seems particularly interested in ending it, and now his own apartment has somehow become the last place he wants to be. Every room feels charged with an uncomfortable tension. The living room is awkward. The kitchen is unbearable. Even lying down beside you at night feels weird, so Katsuki would rather avoid the whole thing if he can help it.
If he gets home late enough, youâll already be asleep. Then he can shower, crawl into bed, and pretend the situation doesnât exist for a few more hours. It seemed like a solid plan in his mind, but unfortunately, thanks to fucking Shitty-Hair, he has no choice but to head home and hang up his costume.Â
And judging by the lights still glowing through the windows of his apartment, his luck has officially run out. Youâre still awake. Of course.
He trudges in, and there you areâsitting stiffly on the couch in the living room, staring directly at him with your arms crossed and an infuriated glare on your face as you fix him with narrowed eyes. Great.
âDo you have any fucking clue what time it is?â you hiss without missing a beat.
Katsuki shouldâve known youâd start nagging the second he walked through the door. Hell, he shouldâve turned around and just left the moment he saw the lights on instead of coming in.
âSânot even ten,â he grumbles, kicking his boots off. âWould you fuckinâ drop itââ
âYou were supposed to be home almost two hours ago!â Your voice rings through the apartment, sharp and incredulous, and Katsuki is so tired. So exhausted. Too exhausted to deal with this nonsense right now, of all times.
âYeah, well. Now Iâm home. There you go.â
The dismissal only seems to make you angrier. Katsuki practically watches the steam start pouring from your ears as you shoot to your feet, hands planting firmly on your hips. And he just knows your voice is about to get louder.
âThatâs it?â you practically screech. He fucking knew it. âYouâre out on patrol for an extra two hours, and I hear nothing from youânot even a text saying, Iâll be home late. Iâve been sitting here like an idiot, wondering what the fuck happened, or if youâre okay, and all you can say is now youâre home? Do you just get off on being an asshole or something, Katsuki?â
His shoulders tense immediately as he fixes you with an equally hard glare. There goes his wish for a peaceful, conflict-avoidant night. Of course, as always, you have to drag the conflict right to him and drop it at his feet, spike his temper, and make it ruin his evening. A simple shower and a good nightâs sleep was all he wanted. But things are never quite that easyânot with you.
Katsuki feels a dull throb start behind his eyes as he shoots back, âWhat, was your phone broken or some shit? What exactly held you at gunpoint and stopped you from sendinâ me a text and asking, huh?â
Your jaw drops. âAre you serious?â
âIâm not laughinâ, am I? Definitely no jokes here.â
âOh, fuck you,â you scowl, and he snorts. Thereâs no humor behind the sound, however.
âYeah, thatâs real mature.â
âOh noâyou donât get to tell me about whatâs mature and what isnât. Cause if you wanna talk about whatâs mature, itâs not disappearing for two hours and acting like Iâm insane for being worried!â
âI wasnât disappearing, I was fuckinâ doing my job.â
âYou were supposed to be done with that job hours ago!â
âWell, I wasnât!â
âYou have a smart little answer for everything, donât you, Katsuki?â you smile sarcastically, âjust think youâre so smart and above it all, huh?â
Katsuki doesnât know if itâs the headache thatâs been creeping on him, or the rage, or the pure adrenaline in his system, but he does know that for a short, fleeting second, all he saw was red.Â
âHoly fuck, do you ever listen to yourself?â
Your expression hardens instantly. âNo, I think you should listen to yourself. You might hear an idiot if you do.â
The apartment goes quiet. Dangerously quiet.Â
âYou know what?â he says coldly, âforget this. Iâm goinâ the fuck to sleepâIâve dealt with enough bullshit tonightââ
You throw your hands in the air, exasperated. There is a flash of hurt on your face that makes his chest ache, but the sharp stab of pain doesnât last for long because as quickly as his heart bleeds, his mind makes him forget. It only lets him focus on the anger and the irritation and the way youâve ruined his night, just like you ruined the one before.Â
âEvery single time I tell you something bothers me, you act like itâs a personal attack, and then you just dismiss me like I donât matterââ
âMaybe I wouldnât dismiss shit if every conversation with you didnât turn into a fuckinâ laundry list of grievances you got with me!â
âYou only take everything I say as a complaint because you refuse to communicate!â
âBecause not everything needs to be a damn discussion like weâre in therapy!â
âRight,â you laugh bitterly. âSilly me. God forbid I expect basic consideration from you.â
Something ugly flashes across his face. He knows it. Katsuki knows that when heâs mad, he turns uglyâheâs always been that way. Itâs the only way he knows how to be. For the longest time, he thought you were the only person he could hide it from. That you were the only person he could fight the urge to get ugly from because you are just that special.Â
But Katsuki is who he is, and heâs learned that heâs a special kind of ugly just for you.
âBasic consideration?â he barks. âYouâre sayinâ Iâm not considerate?â
âNo, sometimes you fucking arenât andââ
âOh, thatâs fuckinâ rich! I break my back every day keeping this city safeââ
âWell, if the city is the only thing you can be considerate for, why the fuck are you even here?â
Itâs silent as soon as the words leave your mouth. Katsuki goes completely still. He can feel it the second it happensâthe way his expression shuts down. The way the anger drains out of his face and leaves behind something colder. Something worse. Something so ugly, he has to get out of here before you see it and realize he isnât worth it. Isnât worth you.Â
âYeah,â His voice is flat. âWhy am I here, right? You know, you can just tell me to leave next time, itâd be a lot fuckinâ easier for you.â
âKatsukiââ
âNo.â He grabs the strap of his duffel bag that carries his guantlets from where heâd dropped it by the door, throwing it over his shoulder as he bends down to lace his boots up again.
âKatsuki, thatâs not what I meant.â
âSure.â
âI was angryââ
âClearly, youâre always fuckinâ angry at me. Iâm always doinâ something the fuck wrong, arenât I? Nothinâ I do is enough?â
Stop, stop, stop. His mind is screaming, begging him not to do this. To get out. To leave and fight that hideous part of him down until heâs far enough that you never, ever have to see it.
âKatsuki, donât do this right nowââ
âDo what?â His voice rises more than it should. Stopâstop now. But he canât. The ugliest of him is already taking surface and showing his truest of colors. âWhat exactly am I supposed to say here, huh?â You flinch. He needs to fucking stop, but he doesnât. âBecause apparently, when I stay late to save people, Iâm an asshole. When Iâm home, Iâm an asshole. I breathe, Iâm an asshole. I exist, Iâm an asshole.â
âThatâs notââ
âSo whatâs the answer?â His laugh is bitter and so, so cold that he doesnât recognize this version of himself. Not with you. He wants to stop desperately, but he canât. Because Katsuki is an ugly, hideous, despicable person deep down. No amount of heroism on the surface can hide that part of him thatâs on the inside, not from you. âSince youâve got everything figured out, you tell me what the fuck Iâm supposed to do.â
âKatsuki, letâs just sit down andââ
He shakes his head. For a second, he wants it to hurt. He wants it to hurt for you. Stop, stop, stopâ âYâknow what? Iâm done.â
His hand closes around the doorknob, and your voice comes out shaky and panicked as you whisper, âKatsuki, please just sit down andââ
âIâm not fuckinâ doinâ this shit anymore.â
Then he yanks the door open and walks right back out, slamming it hard enough behind him to rattle the picture frames on the wall.
Katsuki is six when he first asks his father what the fuck the old man even sees in the hag that is his mother. He remembers the conversation vividly.Â
âDad, why did you marry Mom? Sheâs grumpy and old, and she yells all the time,â little Katsuki asks, crossing his tiny arms over his chest. âWhy dâyou even like her?â
Masaru nearly chokes on his tea. âKatsuki,â he coughs. âYour mother isnât old. You shouldnât say thatâitâs rude.â
âBut she is,â he huffs. âShe smells like an old lady, too.â
âWell, if sheâs old, then Iâm even older,â Masaru points out, taking another sip. âSo that canât be a very good reason not to like her.â
âWell, sheâs mean.â
âSheâs not mean,â his father chuckles, thoroughly amused.Â
No matter how many times he sees it, Katsuki doesnât understand itâthe way his father gets that dumb, starry-eyed look whenever Mitsuki comes up. Sheâs always in a bad mood, and if she isnât, sheâs probably due for one within the next thirty minutes. Why his father would choose to marry such a sour lady is completely beyond his six-year-old comprehension.
âShe yelled at me this morning,â he sulks.
âYou tried to use your explosions inside the house,â Masaru reminds him, leveling him with a pointed look. âWe talked about that. Rules are rules for a reason, young man.â
Katsuki pouts harder. His father is supposed to take his side.
âBut she still yelled. And it was mean,â he argues back stubbornly. Masaru only smiles into his tea, shaking his head with fond amusement. For a moment, neither of them speaks. Then Katsuki presses again, âSo what do you even like about her?â
The question seems to catch Masaru off guard. He pauses, thinking. âWell,â he says slowly, âsheâs funny.â
Katsuki blinks. His father cannot possibly be serious. âMom?â
âYes.â
âSheâs funny?â
âVery.â
âNo, she isnât,â Katsuki says immediately, deeply offended by the blatant lie.
Masaru laughs, âShe is.â Katsuki stares at him like heâs completely lost his mind. Masaru only smiles wider. âSheâs honest, too. You always know what sheâs thinking.â
âThatâs because she says whatever she thinks.â
âExactly.â
âAnd she says it loud.â
âThatâs true.â
âShe says it really loud, Dad.â
Masaru nods solemnly, sighing. âAlso very true, son.â
âShe should shut up,â Katsuki huffs. His father fixes him with a stern look at that, and he shrinks back just a little.Â
âWe do not say that about our mother, Katsuki.â
Katsuki rolls his eyes but slumps deeper into his chair all the same. âFine.â
âYour mother is wonderful,â his father says. âShe works hard. She cares about people. She loves our familyâshe loves us. One day, youâll see that. And when you do, I think youâll appreciate her a lot more.â
Katsuki picks at the food on his plate, turning the words over in his head.Â
His mother does love himâhe knows that much, even if she is annoying. She remembers all the snacks he likes and somehow always comes home with them without him ever having to ask. Whenever he asks for money, she gives him more than he requestedâeven if it usually costs him an irritatingly painful pinch to the cheek. She wakes up early to bathe him despite complaining about losing sleep because he prefers morning baths to evening ones.
His mother loves him; he knows that to be true. But itâs only true because she is his mother, and he is her son. Mothers love their sonsâitâs the rules. Why his father would willingly choose to love that woman remains completely incomprehensible, however, in his mind.
âMom is super annoying,â he says bluntly.
Masaruâs smile softens. âI suppose sometimes she can be, yes.â
âSee?â Katsuki perks up immediately, his entire face screaming, gotcha!
âBut,â Masaru continues, âIâm sure I annoy her, too.â
Katsuki deflates on the spot.Â
More than that, he simply cannot imagine such a thing being possible. His father is calm and nice and makes good food. Katsuki thinks lots of women would like his fatherâwomen who also would not find Masaru annoying. The only person allowed to find Masaru annoying is Katsuki himself, and thatâs because his father makes rules that Katsuki has to follow. He thinks heâs earned that right.
His mother, however, has no such excuse.
âShe gets annoyed with you?â he asks incredulously.
âOf course. Every day, Iâm sure thereâs something I do that annoys her at least a little.â
âThen why does she like you?â
Masaru thinks for a moment, carefully choosing his words, trying to explain this odd phenomenon that is love. âBecause loving someone isnât about finding a person who never annoys you,â he says finally. âItâs about finding someone who still sees your value even when youâre annoying. Someone who chooses you anyway. Does that make sense?â
His nose wrinkles immediately. âNo.â His father stifles a chuckle when Katsuki adds, âThat sounds dumb.â
âMaybe,â Masaru hums, eyeing him with bright, endeared eyes.
âIâm not gonna marry someone annoying when Iâm all big. Because Iâm smart!â
That earns him a full laugh from his father. Itâs the kind of laugh that makes Masaru lean forward and wipe at the corner of his eye. In fact, he laughs so hard he nearly spills his tea. âYou say that now,â his father says, setting his mug down, âbut thatâll change. Youâll understand when youâre older.â
âNo, I wonât,â Katsuki grumbles. He doesnât appreciate that heâs not being taken seriously.
âI think you will, son.â
âI definitely wonât.â
Masaru only smiles. He looks at Katsuki the way adults always do when they think heâs young and silly and doesnât know what heâs talking about. And Katsuki hates that look. Heâs smartâexcellent, even. Just the other day, he caught his teacherâs mistake during subtraction when nobody else in his class noticed. At this rate, heâs well on his way to being smarter than most adults.
He absolutely knows what heâs talking about.
âWell, weâll just have to see, Katsuki. If Iâm right, youâll take me out for ramen someday. Deal?â
âFine,â Katsuki huffs, puffing out his chest confidently. âBut youâll never see that ramen.â
Twenty years later, Katsuki sometimes wonders if heâs going to have to admit he was wrong and take the old man out for ramen after all.
You are, without question, the most annoying, irritating, vein-popping individual he has ever met. Itâs like every decision you make is carefully calculated to inconvenience him specifically.
He has to keep an extra jacket in his car because you never check the weather before leaving the house. He has to double-check your grocery lists before you go shopping because if he doesnât, youâll somehow forget the one thing you actually need. He has to make sure you take your vitamins. Every night, he has to remind you to take your makeup off before bed because, apparently, that responsibility has become his problemâand if you wake up the next morning with mascara smeared under your eyes because you didnât listen to him, then somehow you still find a way to blame him for not wiping it for you.
You are annoying. Every single fucking day, you annoy him. You annoyed him yesterday. Youâve annoyed him today. Youâll annoy him tomorrow. And heâll tell you exactly thatâheâll call you a dumbass, and tell you to get your life together. Complain about the ridiculous thing you did this time, and accuse you of going out of your way to make his life harder on purpose. But after that, despite it all, he will still love you.Â
Twenty years later, now that heâs older, Katsuki realizes he understands what his father meant. That loving someone doesnât happen because they never annoyed himâloving someone happens because they annoyed him, and he still, despite that, sees nothing but the good.
He loves you. You are annoying and drive him up a wall, but Katsuki knows that you are good. The greatest good that there might ever be, and he might have just ruined it. He probably fucked it all up and lost all the good he had. All the good heâs ever wanted. All the good that heâs wanted to keep for the rest of his life and cherish.
The second the apartment door slams shut behind him, Katsuki regrets it. He regrets being the reason behind that look on your face. That brief flash of panic in your eyes right before he left. That way that your voice sounded when you said his name.
He canât get it out of his head as he walks out of your building. âFuck,â He runs a hand through his hair and keeps walking.
The only friends heâd willingly see right now are working, his parents are definitely sleeping (and would ask too many questions he doesnât want to answer, even if they werenât), and he is nowhere near calm enough to go back upstairs and just go home.
But his patrol route is still active. So instead of going home and into bed like a normal person who has morning patrol, Katsuki leaves his apartment building behind and heads toward work.
By the time he gets suited up again, itâs almost eleven. By the time itâs midnight, heâs still out. By the time itâs 1 AM, he should call it a night.
Instead, however, he keeps moving. One more block turns into one more street. Anything to keep himself from going home or thinking about the argument. About the way you looked at him. About the things he said. About the shit he ruined for sure.
His thoughts are loud enough in his head, turning him deaf to everything else. He misses things he normally wouldnâtâthings like suspicious shadows and warning shouts from another hero.
By the time Katsuki realizes whatâs happening for what it is, the villain goes down easily enoughâtoo easily. He curses himself for being so naive, so rash. Heâs been fighting as a pro for years. He was a war veteran before he was even a legal adult, for crying out loud. Still, despite all that, the second Katsuki realizes something is wrong, itâs already too late.
The construction site groans around himâmetal screeches against metal, and his head snaps upward. All he sees is the upper half of the structure collapsing before he loses his balance and collapses with it.Â
âShitââ
The explosion leaves his palms a fraction of a second too late, and he doesnât go propelling forward the way heâs supposed to. The half-built building comes down, and Katsuki goes down with it.Â
Itâs 2 AM when you see it on the news. Kirishima sends you a text asking if youâd heard what happened, and by the time youâve spammed him with messages asking what the hell he was even talking about, heâs gone silent. Something in your gut knows that heâs not answering because heâs too busy rescuing. Too busy being a hero.
Your heart tells you that the person he has to be a hero to tonight just so happens to be Katsuki.
The first report you see hits the news at 2:13 AM. The anchorâs voice is as smooth and polished as ever as she delivers the words that send your whole world crumbling around you.Â
âWe are receiving breaking reports of a major incident involving Pro Hero Dynamight.â
The footage that floods the screen makes you fall to your knees and muffle your sobs behind a shaky palmâcollapsed concrete and emergency responders and heroes rushing in and out of the wreckage. The camera zooms toward the ruined construction site, and Katsukiâs body is nowhere to be seen on the screen. You donât quite know if thatâs a good thing or bad.
âDynamight was reportedly responding to a villain incident when a structural collapse occurred. We are told he is trapped beneath the rubble. Emergency responders are currently on the scene, conducting rescue operations.â
At 2:37 AM, the hospital gives you a call as his emergency contact. Youâre sick to your stomach, not sure how youâll make the drive there when Kirishima finally texts you again.
Kiri <3: I already told his parents. Theyâre on their way so donât worry about it
Kiri <3: One of my sidekicks is outside your apartment. Theyâll drive you down there
Kiri <3: I still have to handle the aftermath and finish patrol so I wonât be there Iâm sorry
Kiri <3: Keep me updated?
You: Donât apologize Kiri idk what Iâd do without u
You: Thank you and pls be safe
You: Iâll lyk things as soon as I find out
Kiri <3: Take it easy okay?
Kiri <3: Heâs come back from worse. Itâll be alright
ââ
Kirishimaâs sidekick gets you to the hospital efficiently, but you are still at your witsâ end by the time you can rush out of the passenger seat and bolt through the sliding doors.
Some part of you is grateful you didnât have to drive here yourself because you know you wouldâve sped dangerously over the limit, missed half the red lights, and probably wouldâve gotten yourself pulled over. At the same time, you wish you couldâve been the one behind the wheel, just to get here faster.
âIâm here to see Katsâum, Dynamight,â you say in a rush. âDynamightâŚI meant Dynamight.â
The woman at the front desk looks at you with a raised eyebrow, already typing away at her screen as she blandly says, âValid ID, please.â
You curse under your breath, fumbling through your purse for your wallet, and then fumbling through your wallet for your ID like your hands suddenly donât belong to your body anymore.
When you practically shove it toward her in your haste, she takes it too calmly for your racing heart and inspects it for a moment. Then looks at her screen. Then back to your ID. Then she types for what feels like an agonizing eternity before she finally hands the card back and says, âFourth floor, room twelve. Heâs stable, but he has some serious injuries that theyâll have to monitor and heal slowly due to his staminaââ
Youâre already moving before she finishes. Youâre bolting toward the elevators, heart slamming so hard it hurts. The ride up to the fourth floor is torturously slow. When you finally get out of the elevator, youâre halfway down the hallway before you even register the security guard stepping in front of you.
âID.â Again. Of course. You suppose it is a good thing security is tight for the pro hero unitâeven if it does add to your piling weight of anxiety. When you clumsily pull it yet again, he checks it for another cruelly long stretch of time, glancing between the card and the device in his hands before finally saying, âGo ahead.â
Youâre already moving.
By the time you reach room twelve, your hands are shaking so badly you can barely hold yourself still. For a moment, you just stand there, frozen. Would Katsuki even want to see you? Is he fed up with you? Would you just make his already terrible night even worse?
You arenât sure.
You donât know why youâre in the predicament youâre in right now. You donât know how you got here or why things escalated the way that they did. You donât know what you do wrong to push his buttons the way you seem to, to upset him the way that he gets. You think youâre doing the right thingâthat youâre doing whatâs right for both of youâbut somehow, you always seem to mess it up. Always seem to say the wrong thing. Always seem to ruin whatever good the two of you have managed to build between you.
But you love Katsuki, and if nothing else, you know that he loves you too, and you need to see him. So you force down the bile in your throat and push the door open. The first thing you notice when you see him is the bandages wrapped tightly around him. One arm heavily secured in a cast. Gauze lining his shoulder and collarbone that makes your stomach drop in a sick, immediate lurch. Machines hum quietly beside him, keeping track of his vitals.
You never see Katsuki hurt like thisâheâs always been practically invincible when heâs on the field, always taking things down before they have a chance at even touching him. And then your brain, cruelly, supplies the thought: but he is not invincible. Not always.
âKatsuki,â you whisper, eyes already welling with tears.
Heâs looking at you the second the door opensâbut his tired eyes soften with relief, just a little, when they land on you. âYou came,â he says, voice rough.
âOf course I came,â you say, sharper than you mean to. How could he think you wouldnât? How far have you let things go that he could genuinely believe you wouldnât show up for him? âWhat the hell happened?â
He sighs, almost embarrassed. âJustâŚwork ân shit.â
You sniffle, and he lifts his good arm toward you. Thatâs all it takes.Â
Youâre at his side in an instant, squeezing into the small space beside him on the hospital bed and curling yourself against his chest. Youâre careful not to disturb any of the machines surrounding him, but you canât stop thinking about how wrong this feels. How you shouldnât be the one being comforted right now. How heâs the one lying in a hospital bed, yet somehow heâs still the one rubbing your back and soothing your tears.
âI thought you were gonna die,â you sob. âIâI saw the rubble, and Kiri stopped texting back and...and I thought you got crushed.â
âMânot fuckinâ dying, babe,â he huffs, sounding mildly offended. âA stupid building isnât killinâ me. Thatâs a dumbass way to go.â
âYou donât know that,â you shake your head. âYou canât promise that.â
âListenââ
âAnd I was sitting there watching the news and thinking the last conversation I ever had with you was that stupid fight,â you continue, looking up at him with trembling lips.
His eyes soften. âI know, butââ
âAnd I donât care about the argument anymore,â you say, your voice shaking harder now. âI donât care about being right or winning or being apologized to firstâI shouldâve texted you, youâre right. You...you probably felt like I didnât care, but I do. I care so much, and I love you more than anything.â
You take a breath that does absolutely nothing to steady you. Katsuki is trying to wipe your tears away with one weak arm.
âI love you tooââ
âI just want you to talk to me,â you sob. âI know Iâm annoying, and I nag and scold and get onto you all the time, and Iâm trying not to do that as muchâreally, I am! But I just...I wish youâd tell me things, too. Yâknow? I am the one person youâre supposed to do that with, Katsuki,â you add, your voice cracking all over again. âBut sometimes, it feels like Iâm the last person you want to do that with.â
His expression tightens. âThatâs notââ
âAnd I want us to work because Iâve never liked someone so muchâit stresses me out. Because I love you and I want this to work, and the thought of it not working makes me so anxious I wanna throw up, and...and you act like talking to me is harder than getting crushed under a fucking buildingââ
âBaby.â He squeezes your cheeks together and silences you as he pulls your face closer, pressing a kiss to your puckered lips. âYou talk a lot, yâknow that?â
You huff at him immediately, tears spilling down your cheeks even faster. âThat is so rude, given theââ
âIâm sorry about the fight,â he interrupts. You pause, and he takes the opportunity to keep going, despite looking painfully uncomfortable the entire time. âAnd for...walkinâ out ân shit. That was fucked up. I donât talk to you like I should. Youâre right. Sâweird for me, and I hate it sometimes. I donât know how to just...say shit like you do. Okay?â He sighs. âBut mâgonna try more because youâre rightâI need to talk to you. But you gotta get outta your head so muchââ He gives your forehead a small jab with his finger. You sniffle and swat his hand away with a watery scowl. It earns the faintest grin from him. âWeâre gonna work,â he says. ââCause we do. Thatâs all there is to it, okay?â
âButââ
âNo buts,â he grumbles. âMy ribs hurt. Jusâ let me be right.â
A watery laugh escapes you as you shake your head, cupping his bandaged face between your hands. âYouâre really annoying sometimes, Katsuki.â
âYeah,â he rolls his eyes. âSo are you. Still love you, though.â
âMe too,â you breathe, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose. âLove you so much.â
He pulls you back down against his chest again, rubbing your back as you listen to the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. You trace small patterns into his shirt. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. And things are okayâthey are not beyond repairing. Youâll inevitably annoy him tomorrow, and heâll annoy you the day after that, but youâll still work. You will still find a way to keep things good the way they always are.
After a few quiet moments, he mumbles, âHey.â When you look up, he says, âWhen mâall healed and shit, you gotta force me to go grab ramen with my old man. On me.â
Katsuki waits almost a month after being discharged from the hospital before he finally makes the call. Heâs been trying to stall it for as long as possible, but Katsuki, even at the tender age of six, has always been a man (or boy) of his word. Heâs standing alone on the balcony outside his apartment with his phone pressed to his ear, wondering if itâs too late to hang up before the call goes through.
It rings twice. Then his fatherâs voice is as gentle and cheery as ever. âKatsuki!â Masaru answers immediately. âHi, son!â
âYeah, yeah. Hey.â
His father laughs. âHow are you feeling?â
âFine.â
âAre you sure?â
âI got discharged, didnât I? Sâbeen a whole month.â
âWell, Iâm glad to hear youâre sounding just like your usual self,â his father says. Katsuki can hear the smile in his voice. âWhatâs up?â
âNothinâ.â
âKatsuki, you never call for just nothing.â
He groans, rubbing a hand over his face with a sighâitâs now or never. He canât keep stalling, and Katsuki is, and always has been, a man of his word. If he promised his father ramen over a stupid bet he made twenty years ago, then heâs going to get his father that ramen. Even if it kills his pride. Demolishes it, even.
âListen, I was thinkinâ...maybe we could grab food sometime.â
âThatâs very kind of you,â Masaru hums. âLet me ask your mother when sheâs free andââ
âNot the hag. Sâjust you,â he cuts in, rubbing at his temple.
âOh?â Masaru sounds amused. âWell, okay. I suppose itâd be nice to spend some time as just father and son. What kind of food?â
Katsuki pinches the bridge of his nose. Just say it. Just fuckinâ say it, his mind urges. Just rip the bandage off and say it. Say it. Say the damn wordâhe grits his teeth and forces out, âRamen.â
Thereâs a pause on the other end. The silence stretches on long enough that Katsukiâs eye twitches.
âRamen, huh?â Masaru finally says, and the way he says it makes a vein all but pop in Katsuki's forehead.
âOld man,â he says warningly, âdonât push itââ
Heâs cut off when Masaru starts laughing. âI was wondering when this day would come.â
âHah? You really kept that shit in your head for twenty years?â
âOf course I did. It was one of my favorite conversations Iâve ever had with you.â
âWhy? âCause you love beinâ fuckinâ right all the time?â Katsuki grumbles.
His fatherâs voice softens as he says fondly, âNo. I just wanted you to find someone who made you as happy as your mother makes me. Thatâs all I wanted, sonâfor you to understand what being happy is like.â
The conversation is getting oddly sentimental, taking a turn that makes his chest feel strange, and his heart feel far too fragile. He hasnât felt like this since after the war, and he doesnât intend to sit with it any longer. So he mutters, âI still think Momâs annoying. She yelled at me last week, so she never fuckinâ changes.â
Masaru laughs again. âNo, she doesnât.â Then, after a moment, âSo, how does Saturday sound for some ramen?â
âYeah. Whatever.â
âWill my son be paying?â
Katsuki regrets this call more than anything when he says, âYes. Iâm fuckinâ paying.â
âYou know, son,â Masaru murmurs, making Katsuki pause, âIâm glad you get it now. Youâve grown into a fine man.â
Katsuki swallows hard. He turns, eyeing you as you sleep soundly in your shared bed, hugging his pillow to make up for his absence. He can only hope that his fatherâs words are trueâthat he is a fine man to you, the way his father always has been to his mother. His eyes never leave your figure as he mutters, âYeah, wellâŚsânot like I had a bad example or somethinâ.â
so anyway i had an argument with my bf the other day but he did not get into an accident and he did not get injured so dont worry. the argument was technically my fault, but im cute and he loves me so its okay <3
yes yes i think bakugou is an indie twitch streamer ⌠who goes by dynamight⌠and plays a lot of horror or story-based games. poppy playtime, the last of us, the walking dead games, life is strange. yess yess, he gets rage baited so easily there are so many clips of him making the wrong decision and when a character dies he just gets up from his setup n takes a lap round the room cursing lmaooo
heâs very interactive w chat but not in the parasocial way heâll chat with them and tell them not to ask him dumb shit, easily rage baited by them too itâs so funny. âfuck off. iâm not fuckinâ 52 iâm 25.â or âstop callinâ me unc iâll fuck your shit up so bad.â and also âokay, so. now youâre banned. howâs that.â heâs sooo funny. bakugou bans people soooo easily youâll see them begging him on twt to be unbanned. thirty min complications of him on YouTube getting baited by his viewers.
collabs with his friends only and heâs super cute and giggly in them i think he has a really sweet giggle that his viewers loveeee so much and he shyly tells them to shut up. mario kart tournaments with kirishima and kaminari and sero which he always loses LOL
heâs always streaming in cosy clothes and hoodies so i think his community doesnât believe heâs jacked and they make fun of him for it. bakugou one day starts streaming in his tight black tees and someone comments âholy sleeper build.â and he gets sooooo cocky about it â flexes and stuff, puffs his chest over the screen.
âdidnât wanna show off âcause i knew youâd all be fuckinâ thirstinâ over everything.â heâs kinda bashful and smirks slow and sexy red eyes sweeping over his twitch chat. someone donates and sends one of those vocal messages âshow us them tiddies bitch.â And it actually makes him laugh, like proper laugh. one of his most viral clips from his streams. handcam streams often after that lmaoo
also he hates when people backseat him during games, i think katsuki really likes decision based gaming to liked to analyse the options, big fan of immersive game play and world building/character relationships. so when people skip ahead during times when heâs trying to figure out a puzzle or something heâll genuinely pause the game to tell people off. âshits fuckin annoying. tuned in to watch me play the game now youâre playin it for me. okay.â
the onlyyyyy time heâs ever allowed back seating is when you, a smaller streamer, join his chat and heâs playing through something â looking for a code to figure out a puzzle and you sweetly comment: âitâs in the top left!!!â
katsuki only notices because he once did a raid on your stream ages ago and thought you were adorable, playing your cosy games and showing off your tomodachi life island and ever since heâs been watching you in secret on his alt account. recognises your twitch handle by heart now.
âthanks, gorgeous.â he grins after reading your comment or listening to it if youâve donated for him to see it. then he moves on and his chat goes CRAZY cause usually heâs strict as FUCK. people clip it sooo fast, âdynamight flirting with smaller streamer????â it goes viral instantly and you get sooo much attention to your streams it makes you anxious.
you get a dm on twt from dynamightâs streamer account a few days later. âdown to collab some time?â and nearly lose your mind <3
like borderline loser for his significant other, loses majority of his rizz not that you mind, you actually love it, stumbles over his words a little, occasionally zoning out mid conversation because the sunlight is hitting your skin just right and really must imagine afternoon naps with you.
you'd think he'd improve with time, get a bit cocky in how well he takes care of you, he does get confident, but he also retains majority of his loserboy⢠traits.
