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[bakubleh]

Sunset engagement

Katsuki Bakugo x fem! reader

Technically a second part to this

TW/CW: 18+, smut, p in v, LOVEDRUNK Bakugo, pushing my loverboy Bakugo agenda again, pet names, rich boyfriend Bakugo, oral (f! receiving), creampie, lots of wife talk

A/N: 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️ i have so much to say about holiday Bakugo

Two hours ago, you were sitting on the terrace of some luxury beachfront restaurant, watching as your boyfriend tore into his food without any hint of respect for the gentle light or fine ambience of the eatery. He almost seemed too eager to eat, which was a testament to his usual vigour when consuming anything close to food.

You didn’t know at the time, but Katsuki was more focused on trying to figure out which weight was heavier, his cock pressing against the breathable linen of his light pants, or the ring burning a hole in his pocket. He was sweating, dripping down his back and temples, blaming it on the spice of the food; something that really should’ve set alarm bells ringing given his preference for nuclear heat levels of food.

The sight of you was what was really knocking the breath from his lungs. How he deserved you, he had no idea. In his mind, despite public opinion, it was he who was punching above his weight. Having someone as gorgeous as you, sitting across from him, laughing the way you do only when truly comfortable, the slowly setting sun framing you from behind, giving you an ethereal essence. It was worse now, three days into your vacation, now that you were sun-kissed with forming tan lines over your collarbones.

An hour ago, you were walking back to the private villa, along the lapping surf that came with sunset, holding your heels in one hand and the bottom of your dress in the other. Katsuki watched as you stopped to look at every pretty shell and rare piece of seaglass; for once, the smile on his face wasn’t reserved for the privacy of your own home; tonight he’d owned it publicly. You remember turning to ask if he was okay, why he’d been so quiet tonight. You were still processing how such a simple question would result in a ring, new and heavy, on your finger; neither of you had stopped smiling since.

He hadn’t stopped touching you either, not the whole journey back that felt like you were floating, the heat light in the air, the sun on the horizon giving way to a sky of orange and pink blurring to purple. A hand on your back, a kiss to your temple, his arm wrapped around your waist, staggering as if he were drunk, but his high was gifted on pure elation.

Now, lying against expensive sheets in your luxury villa, Katsuki was loving you the way he did best. His head between your thighs, one leg hitched over his shoulder, murmuring something you couldn’t hear over the volume of his messy feasting. Lewd slurps and sucks, making your back arch as he made out with your clenching cunt.

“Wha- Katsuki, can’t-“ You gasp through moans, fingers threaded in his hair, scratching against his scalp, your new ring glinting under the low light, holding at least a small percentage of your attention, “can’t hear you!”

Katsuki lifts his head, smiling at you in the dopiest way rather than his usual cocky smirk, his lips and chin glistening, “Can’t believe you said yes.”

Like there was a reality where you wouldn’t. The thought knocked from your head as he placed an obnoxiously loud kiss against your pulsing bud.

“You gotta let me fuck this pretty pussy baby,” he groans, audibly, unashamed of the noises he usually quietens, “god, please. Need to feel my pretty girl, my fiancée wrapped around me.”

He’s dragging wet kisses from your thighs, your mound, mouthing at your hips, his thumb tapping on your clit, making your legs spasm. You’ve never heard Katsuki beg before; it takes a moment even to register.

“Oh, fuck, please.” You gasp, writhing under his touch.

For once, Katsuki barely teases, too eager to be inside your tight cunt. His movements are unagile and cumbersome, shaking as he drags his heavy cock through your sopping cunt, edging himself by letting just his thick tip inside your fluttering hole.

The first inch has Katsuki melting, moaning the loudest you’ve heard him be. His huge and toned body falls forward, burying his face against your neck as he sinks to the hilt, pushing his hips flush with your own.

“C’mon, lock your legs, baby; need you as close as possible,” he grits out, hiking your thighs around his waist, “my fuckin’ fiancée.”

Every thrust is practised, hitting every spongy spot to make you cry out his name; you’re louder than usual, the highs of the evening only amplifying the shocks he sends through your body.

You almost miss it, almost, with how desperately he’s holding onto you, keeping you so close, burying his head into the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“My fuckin’ girl, my wife, my fuckin’ wife, you said yes, you said yes, you said yes-“ He was babbling wetly, hiccuping every word that accompanied his deep and purposeful thrusts, his composure shattered entirely.

It doesn't take long for his pace to become sloppy, speeding up a little with every motion. Every sound he makes is utter sin, blending with your moans and gasps as you gush around his cock.

“Gonna cum,” he rasps against your neck, lashes fluttering against your skin, “gonna cum baby, gonna fill you up, my pretty wife.”

When he does, his whole body shakes, letting out a ragged gasp that transforms into a stuttered sob. He lifts his head, cupping your flushed face, his lashes clumping with tears, smiling so wobbly at you.

“You’re gonna be my fuckin’ wife.” He whispers, broken-voiced and so beautiful.

“Yeah,” you mutter back, on cloud nine, nodding against his palm, “your wife.”

The trembling laugh he muffles against your collarbone is a sound you’ll remember forever.

[bakubleh]

Holiday!

Katsuki Bakugo x fem! Reader

Part 2 kinda

CW/TW: 18+, smut, petnames, creampie, p in v, implied older boyfriend, established relationship, reader is wearing bikini, dirty talk, rich! Bakugo my beloved

A/N: hellooooo i knew i had this somewhere loveeeee a rich boyfriend stereotype, i have an idea for a smau but it might be like too giving the reader a character? and i don’t really like doing that, so lmk

Buzzing insects, lapping waves, a breeze through large elliptical leaves, sand, sun and something scented like luxury, the sounds and smells of paradise. The villa you’d just stepped foot in was clean, shaded and stunning, cool tile beneath your feet after quickly slipping off the trainers you’d worn through travel.

“Wow…” You barely manage to utter, looking up in awe at the decorated wooden trimmings and tropical ambience, flitting about the place to absorb all of the opulence, “How much was this?”

A silly question really, one you knew you wouldn’t get an answer to.

“None of your damn business,” Katsuki remarks with a laugh, walking toward you after placing your luggage down, his hand cupping the curve of your ass, squeezing lightly.

He looks good, too good for someone who’d just spent eight straight hours asleep on a plane. Blond hair ruffled and pushed back, designer sunglasses, white shirt rolled up to his elbows and unbuttoned at the top, crimson eyes relaxed, small creases collecting at the corners.

“What’s caught your attention?” He asks, following your gaze that moved from him to outside the villa.

“Private pool?” You mutter, pointing to the crystal blue water surrounded by tropical flora of all colours.

“Mmh, yeah,” he hums, nodding, “you already wanna get in it, don’t you?”

“You can’t show me a pool and expect me not to get in the pool.” You’re already walking towards your cases, unzipping one to find something to swim in.

Every bikini you own is pulled out in order until you find the one you’re looking for. Skimpy and revealing, the one you almost convinced yourself not to bring, but your boyfriend insisted on. You understand why now: if you had a private pool, it didn’t matter how little you wore.

Katsuki had already stepped onto the wooden porch by the poolside, hands on his hips as he expected the amenities promised when he booked this holiday. What a dad, you should probably get working on that.

Within minutes, your travel clothes were gathered into a pile, the tiny strings of the black bikini tied in neat little bows on your hips, behind your back, and around your neck. You readjusted once, at least playing decency, making sure your nipples were covered before stepping onto the porch and making a beeline for the pool, jumping in since there was no lifeguard to shout at you for cannonballing.

“Oi!” You can vaguely hear as your head is submerged, then resurface to see your boyfriend holding a bottle of sunscreen, shaking it at you with a scowl: “You want to get burnt within five minutes of being here?”

You offer a sheepish smile, hair drenched and framing around your face, kicking your feet in the water to get toward the side of the pool. Katsuki stood at the side, looking down at you, holding his hand out to help you out of the pool.

The water splashes as you emerge, perching on the marble, keeping your legs in the cool water.

“Sorry,” you mumble lightly, smiling up at him.

“S’alright, pretty girl, s’what you’ve got me for.” He mutters, crouching down behind you, “Hold your hair up for me.”

You do as he asks, jolting slightly as the cool cream hits your back, his broad hands massaging it into your shoulders and down your spine. You reach for the bottle, doing your legs at the same time. You gasp in surprise as he reaches around your ribs, rubbing the cream against your stomach, coming up to your cleavage, collarbones, neck and face.

“You gotta wait for it to dry pretty,” he mutters, suddenly close to your neck, “can’t get back in the pool yet.”

Your back arches as his hands trail down against, cupping over your tits, thumbs brushing over your stiffening peaks, pinching lightly.

“Let me get changed and then we’ll sit on the loungers for a bit.” He hums, placing a kiss beneath your ear. You can only nod in response.

When he emerges from the villa once more, clad in nothing but black trunks and those same sunglasses, he’s holding out the same bottle to you.

“Your turn.” He smirks, flopping onto one of the two sunloungers with none of the grace he shows as pro hero Dynamight.

You bite your lip, straddling his tiny little waist, squeezing a large dollop of the sunscreen into your hands and massaging it into his shoulders the same way. Your hands follow the lines of his muscle, gentle as they trace over the scars he’d earned in his career. All it takes is a rough groan from his throat, and you’re squeezing your thighs around his waist.

“All it takes is seeing my back to get you grinding that cute little pussy against me?” He murmurs into his arm, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Shut up.” You murmur, continuing your path downwards, swivelling around to get the back of his toned thighs and calves.

Finally, you start on his disgustingly huge biceps and strong forearms, massaging the cream in as your freshly done nails scratch in the way that makes his hips shift.

You’re lifted briefly, sat back down against his stomach as he twisted beneath you, hands coming to your thighs, grinding you against his abs with the movement.

“Still gotta do your front.” You mutter under the flush on your cheeks and moan you barely muffle, pumping sunscreen directly on his sternum.

“I don’t believe I’m stopping you.” He grins up, the side of his mouth pulling into the smirk that makes your tummy flutter, “Oh fuck-“

Your nails are ghosting down his ribs, having him arch into you again, his cock rutting against that tiny string in the back of your bikini.

“Such a pretty girl,” he rasps, his hands coming to trace up your sides, “can’t believe you’re mine, so fuckin’ beautiful.”

He’s dragging his cock against you as you hurriedly finish your ministrations, thick and heavy in his swim trunks, pressing hard against the confines. The wetness in your bikini bottoms is no longer from the pool; the beaming sun overhead is quickly drying the tiny scraps of fabric.

His thumb reaches between you, brushing against your sensitive bud under the polyester of your bikini, drawing little hearts as you moan pathetically.

“Sound so fuckin’ pretty baby,” he groans, his hips shifting so your cunt is pressed directly against his aching cock, “this is why I bought us a private villa so that I can fuck you stupid everywhere. Gonna have this tight little cunt wrapped around me all week.”

You clench around nothing, whining as you buck against his length through your clothes. He catches it, of course.

“Yeah? You like that, baby? You like the thought of being stuffed full of me all week.” He cooes, already knowing the answer, “Lift your hips for me, sweet girl.”

You do. He shuffles his trunks down, pulling the tiny triangle of your bottoms to the side, pulling you down onto him in one motion. You cry out as he fills you, feeling every vein of his cock pressing against your spongy walls.

“Oh my god,” you barely manage to utter out, breath pushed from your lungs as his tip kisses your womb, “Katsuki-“

“Shh, shh, I got you baby,” he mutters, thrusting up into you, “jus’ hold onto me.”

Falling forward, your arms wrap around him as he does the work, thrusting up into you at a languid pace, sweat building between your bodies. He’s groaning down your ear at every pulse of your cunt, “That’s it, perfect girl, my perfect girl, so fuckin’ tight around me. Takin’ my cock so well.”

The pressure builds as you whine, back arching to take him deeper, rolling your hips against his slow thrusts to have him hit that perfect spot over and over.

“Fuck!” He moans, actually moans, as you tighten around him, “Good girl, fuck, you gonna cum? Yeah, can feel it, that’s it baby, milk my cock.”

You listen, the tightness in your tummy snapping as you gush around his length, whining and biting against his collarbone, holding onto him as your toes curl and eyes roll. He follows quickly, flooding you with the first load of this vacation, already planning on how many more he can stuff you full of.

“You wanna play mermaids?” You ask through pants, even as he was still stuffed inside you, your thoughts were now on the pool. He laughs in response.

The holiday ends with a ring on your finger and headlines of Pro Hero Dynamight’s engagement.

[sincerely-star]

⋮ 𓏲ּ𝄢 ┆when a villain’s quirk forces katsuki bakugo to spend twenty-four uninterrupted hours glued to your side, the two of you quickly realize that being unable to keep your hands off each other is only half the problem.

⧼ 🛍️ ⧽ ∿ pairings 。 ⸝⸝ katsuki bakugo x fem!reader 𓄲 genre ⨾ tropes 。 pro hero x pro hero, romance, friends to lovers, forced proximity, mature themes, explicit sexual scenes 𓏲 contains 。 ᵎᵎ nsfw, 18+ only mdni, language, mutual pining, smut, dirty talks, dry humping, fingering, unprotected piv sex, spooning, cowgirl, choking, slight degradation, pet names (baby, brat, slut) ꩜ ⋆.˚ word count 。 6.0k ꔛ

꒰ star speaks ꒱ ✮ this fic is based on this blurb ᵎᵎ i posted months ago which has been long overdo. . . oopsie 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

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you woke up expecting your first mission of the day to end professionally with a quiet victory. your routine usually flowed with a seamless rhythm because you had spent years honing your quirks and your instincts. you took a certain pride in the fact that your missions tended to end successfully and remained relatively calm, at least from your perspective.

you did not consider yourself cocky, but there was a comforting predictability to the way you handled villains. you could usually predict a criminal's next move before they even thought of it, leaving you to wrap things up with a clean arrest and a polite nod to the authorities.

you imagined today would be no different, just another entry in your record of efficiency.

but boy were you wrong.

your day started that morning at tokyo’s largest shopping district. the air felt crisp and the streets were filled with the usual hum of commuters and tourists.

you were paired with katsuki for a team up mission targeting a group of high profile robbers. these villains had a penchant for the finer things, having spent the last few months raiding museums for historical paintings and priceless jewelry.

the objective was simple. apprehend the group, secure the stolen assets, and ensure no civilians were harmed.

for the first hour, the mission played out exactly as you had envisioned. you and katsuki moved like a well oiled machine, your quirk complementing his explosive one. you managed to corner the group in a side gallery, neutralizing the muscle while katsuki blasted the leaders into submission. the civilians were ushered to safety and the jewels were recovered in record time.

“took you long enough to wrap that one up, you slow ass,” katsuki barked, though there was no real heat in it.

"i had it under control, katsuki, you just wanted to blow things up," you replied, glancing back at him with a smirk.

the calm shattered during the final moments of the arrest.

one of the villains, a scrawny man with a desperate look in his eyes, lunged forward as you were securing a pair of handcuffs. he didn't aim for the jewels or the exit. he aimed for you.

katsuki saw the movement a split second before you did. he didn't hesitate, shoving you hard to the side and taking the hit directly to his chest. there was no explosion or flash of light, just a strange, shimmering ripple in the air that seemed to snap onto him.

you both stood there for a moment in total silence, blinking in confusion.

katsuki looked down at his chest, then back at the villain, his face twisting into a scowl. “what the fuck was that?!” he didn't feel anything unusual, and you assumed the attack had failed.

but as katsuki reached out to grab your arm to pull you away from the scene, the world seemed to tilt. the moment his fingers brushed your skin, there was a violent, audible clack, like two industrial magnets slamming together.

you were suddenly jerked backward, your back slamming into his chest with such force that the air left your lungs in a sharp wheeze.

“what the hell?! get off me!” katsuki roared, his voice echoing off the museum walls.

“you get off me!” you retorted as you tried to push away, planting your feet and leaning forward with all your strength.

“i am not staying stuck to you all day,” he snarled, his palms sparking. “i will blast this quirk right off of me!”

“don't you dare blast us into a wall,” you warned, though you were already feeling the dizzying proximity of him.

you managed to create a gap of maybe three inches before an invisible force yanked you back. you flew backward again, hitting him with a dull thud that made you groan.

that’s how you ended up here, talking to the authorities, finishing the mission by sharing all the intel you have gathered. you could physically feel the headache coming as you scolded yourself for your wishful thinking that today would be a good day because you were so wrong.

the very angry and very agitated katsuki bakugo who was literally stuck to you was living proof of that.

“that fucking bastard! get us out of this, you pathetic excuse of a villain!” he yelled at the villain who was cuffed being escorted away.

“katsuki, stop moving! you’ve already tried pulling away once and it didn’t work. what makes you think trying over and over again would be any different?” you snapped, though your voice was strained from the impact of his chest on your back from the constant forceful pulling.

“i am not moving, you damn brat!” he was screaming even louder now, his face inches from your ear. “i shouldn’t have agreed to do this low tiered mission.”

“you’re a hero! we did our job, get over yourself.” you knocked your head back to his, hitting him square in the forehead making him groan.

“fuck you.” katsuki growled at you from behind, biting onto a section of your hair from the back before tugging.

you rolled your eyes in anger before stomping on his foot. “stop acting like a child.”

“hit me again and i’ll throw the both of us into traffic.” katsuki threatened you.

you rolled your eyes as you turned your head back to look at the police officers who were still processing the scene. you tried to maintain your professional composure while katsuki was essentially glued to your spine.

he was leaning back with all his might, trying to keep his chest from pressing against your back, but it was a losing battle. every time he drifted a few inches away, the magnetic pull would snap him back into you with a forceful slam that pushed you forward, nearly making you trip over your own boots.

“for the love of god, i am just trying to finish the report,” you told the katsuki before turning back to the detective, ignoring the way katsuki was vibrating with rage behind you. “please ignore him and his temper tantrum.”

“shut your mouth!” katsuki yelled, his hands gripping your waist tightly, not to keep himself from slipping but because he physically can’t let go. “i am not having a temper tantrum, you're just annoying! and you!” he turned his head to glare at the captured villain who was already in police van. “you piece of shit! i am going to blow your limbs off one by one! do you hear me! i will blast you into the next century for this!”

“katsuki, shut up!” you yelled back, snapping your patience. “can’t you see i’m talking to the authorities! just stay still for five fucking minutes!”

he spat a curse, his breath hot against your neck. “do you want to be stuck here like this the entire day?! if i hadn't taken that hit for you, we wouldn't be in this mess! you're lucky i'm even touching you, you brat!”

the detective cleared his throat, looking between the two of you with a mixture of pity and amusement.

“from what we can see so far, all five of the villains captured today aren’t japanese citizens. this means their quirks are completely unregistered in our database.” the detective eyed his phone before meeting your eyes once more. “i have already informed the lab about you and dynamight’s situation. they will be analyzing the specific properties of the magnetic quirk. once we get the villains to custody, i will personally question the villain who hit you with the quirk and get more information on it.”

“for now,” the detective continued, “i will inform the hero commission that both of you are off duty. no missions, no patrols, and certainly no work at your respective agencies. you are physically incapacitated as a pair. i suggest you both go home and discuss where you will be staying. hopefully, the quirk effects will wear off on their own within twenty-four hours.”

“thank you, detective,” you said, giving a tired smile. “we appreciate the help.”

katsuki didn't thank anyone. he just growled, a low, dangerous sound in his throat, and glared at the detective as if the man had personally glued them together.

the ride back to katsuki's agency was a chaotic affair. once you arrived, you were greeted by mina and kirishima, who had been briefed on the situation. mina nearly collapsed in fits of laughter the moment she saw you two stuck together.

“oh my god!” mina squealed, pointing at you. “you guys are literally like a human sandwich! this is the most romantic thing i have ever seen in my entire professional career!”

“it is not romantic, you idiot!” katsuki screamed, his face turning a deep shade of crimson. “get over here and help us get these damn costumes off before i explode this entire building!”

the process of changing into regular clothes was a nightmare of coordination and physical strain. because you couldn't be separated by more than a few inches, you had to change in separate rooms with people literally holding you back.

mina and two of katsuki's assistants gripped your arms and waist, anchoring you to a heavy bolted table in one room, while kirishima and another sidekick did the same for katsuki in the adjacent room.

it was a grueling exercise in willpower. every time you tried to slide a shirt over your head, the magnetic pull would tug at you, threatening to launch you through the concrete wall and right back into katsuki's chest.

you were sweating, your teeth gritted as you gripped the edges of the table, your knuckles white. i can't believe this is my life right now, you thought, feeling a bead of sweat roll down your temple. i expected a calm day, and now i'm being held back like a wild animal just so i can put on a t shirt.

rom the other side of the wall, you could hear kirishima grunting, his voice strained as he fought to keep katsuki in place.

“bakugo, man, listen,” kirishima gasped, sounding completely out of breath. “i think you should just go pee or do your business in the bathroom while we're still here. i don't think you'll be able to do that once you two are back home and stuck together. there won't be anyone to pry you off each other.”

“i will kill you!” katsuki's voice boomed, followed by the sound of a small explosion. “stop talking about my bladder, shitty hair! i can handle myself!”

“it sounds stupid, but kiri is right,” mina said to you, her voice shaking from the effort of holding you still. “you might want to consider it.”

you paused, the reality of the situation sinking in. you looked at the wall separating you from the most stubborn man in japan and sighed. “fine,” you called out. “take me to the bathroom.”

after another thirty minutes of torturous maneuvering, kirishima and mina drove the two of you to katsuki's penthouse.

the car ride was an exercise in sensory overload.

katsuki had claimed the back seat, spreading himself out with his back against the door. because of the magnetic pull, you were forced to sit with your back against his front, tucked between his legs.

you tried your best to focus on the scenery passing by the window, but it was impossible to ignore the loud, frantic thumping in your chest. your face felt hot, a deep blush creeping up your neck.

you could feel every inch of him. his chest was hard and defined, digging into your shoulder blades, and his hands were firmly glued to your waist. the heat radiating from him was intense, a constant, pulsing warmth that seemed to seep through your clothes and melt your resolve.

why is he so warm? you wondered, biting your lip. and why does he always smell this intoxicating.

kirishima and mina were kind enough to make sure the two of you were settled, ordering a massive amount of food and eating with you both in the penthouse before they had to leave for their own duties. they left you two alone in the silence of the luxury apartment, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife.

the rest of the afternoon was spent in his bedroom, which had become a battleground for the remote control. you wanted to watch something light, something that would distract you from the fact that you were physically fused to your long time crush, but katsuki wanted to watch literally anything else.

“we are watching a rom com, katsuki,” you insisted, leaning back into him as you both sat on the bed. “come on, it will be fun. plus it'll calm you down.”

“i am not watching some garbage movie about people crying over flowers!” katsuki yelled, though his voice lacked its usual bite. “put on an action movie! something with explosions!”

“do you even need any more explosions when you are a already human bomb?” you countered, a playful smirk on your lips. “oooh! how about we watch mean girls? it's a classic.”

“i don't care if it's a damn classic! it's stupid!” he groaned, but he didn't fight you as hard as he usually would once you pressed play. he seemed exhausted by the day's events.

you wore him down with a combination of stubbornness and a few well placed pouts. eventually, he caved with a loud, dramatic sigh that sounded like he was conceding a war.

“fine! watch your stupid mean girls movie! just stop talking during it!”

you ended up lying on his bed with him (duh), the movie playing on a large screen in front of you. because of the way you were stuck, he was positioned behind you, his arms forced to wrap around your waist in a permanent spooning position. his chest was pressed firmly against your back. you could feel the steady, heavy beat of his heart matching your own.

“this is so stupid,” katsuki muttered, his voice low and husky right against your ear. “why are people so obsessed with who sits where at lunch? it's a school cafeteria. eat your fucking food and go.”

you chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of your bodies. “i don't know, katsuki, you tell me. i think you could definitely pass as a mean girl. you've got the attitude and the temper for it.”

he stiffened, his grip on your waist tightening. “what did you just say to me? i will blast you into orbit!”

you just laughed, feeling a surge of boldness. “admit it, you'd totally be the leader of the plastics. you'd just scream at everyone until they did what you wanted… which you already do. and you’re blond as well. it’s perfect casting!”

katsuki didn't yell back this time. instead, he let out a huff of air that felt like a kiss against your skin.

you weren't normally this chatty, but the proximity was making you reckless. you were desperately trying to distract yourself from the heat of his body. for hours, you had been glued together, and the friction was starting to create a feverish warmth between you. you could feel the slight dampness of his sweat against your back, the nitroglycerin scented moisture making your skin tingle.

i can't believe he hasn't blown us up yet, you thought, your heart racing.

you had carried a torch for katsuki since your second year at u.a. high. it had started as admiration for his drive and evolved into a deep, aching attraction that you had kept hidden behind jokes and professional courtesy. now, with your agencies located close to each other and your friendship deepening, the feelings had become an obsession.

you shifted your hips slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position to ease the strain of being fused to him. as you settled further back, pushing your backside against him, you felt something hard and unmistakable pressing against the curve of your butt. you froze, your breath hitching in your throat. it was his cock, already thickening through the fabric of his sleep pants.

you felt his breath hitch. the fingers that had been awkwardly and tensely gripping your waist earlier were changing. he wasn't just holding on anymore. his fingertips began to move, subtly drawing slow, rhythmic shapes on your skin, tracing the curve of your hip and the dip of your waist. the touch was almost shy, which was completely unlike the man who had spent the morning screaming at police officers.

you moved a little bit more, trying to settle in further into the bed.

katsuki let out a long, shaky breath that fanned across the nape of your neck. you felt his fingers tighten on your waist, his grip almost bruising. “stop moving,” he growled, his voice a deep, guttural vibration that resonated through your entire spine.

you knew you should stop, but a spark of mischief flared in your chest.

you shifted again, a slow, deliberate grind of your hips that pressed you deeper into his hardness. you acted innocent, humming softly as if you were still just trying to get comfortable. “i'm just trying to get settled, kats, it's a bit cramped,” you whispered, though your voice held a teasing lilt.

he let out a sound that was halfway between a groan and a snarl. you could feel him growing harder, the length of him stretching against you, hot and demanding. the heat between your bodies was becoming unbearable, a fever that blurred the lines of friendship.

“you're doing that on fucking purpose,” he hissed, his breath hot against your ear. “you like playing with fire, huh? you damn brat.”

“i don't know what you're talking about,” you replied, tilting your head back to look at him, your eyes dancing with challenge.

katsuki's restraint snapped. he shifted his weight, pushing his body more firmly onto yours, pinning you to the mattress. he leaned in, his voice dropping to a dangerous, predatory whisper. “you think you're so clever, don't you? teasing me when you know i can't even pull away from you.”

“katsuki,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“you're just a little tease, begging for me to fucking lose it.” he muttered, his words laced with a slight edge of degradation that made your stomach flip.

“maybe i am,” you breathed, your heart hammering against your ribs.

“look at me,” he commanded, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. you could feel the heat of his skin, the roughness of his tongue as he grazed your collarbone. a low moan escaped your throat, and you felt him shudder against you.

you turned your neck, straining against the magnetic pull to face him. the moment your eyes met, he crashed his lips onto yours.

the kiss was explosive, tasting of desperation and years of suppressed longing. his tongue pushed into your mouth, tasting of cinnamon and heat, sucking on your tongue with a hunger that left you lightheaded. you moaned into the kiss, your hands reaching back to tangle in his spiky blonde hair, pulling him closer even though there was nowhere left to go.

the kiss deepened, becoming wetter and more frantic. you could hear the sound of your saliva exchanging, a wet, shlicking noise that only fueled the fire in your gut. he shifted his weight, pinning you further into the mattress, his thighs sliding between yours. the friction of his trousers against your own was driving you insane.

“i can't... i can't stand this,” katsuki gasped, breaking the kiss to bite your earlobe. i want you. i want all of you.

“oh—please…” you arched your back, pressing your rear into his crotch. you could feel the hard, thick length of his cock straining against his pants, a rigid pillar of heat that was pulsing against you. you whimpered, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

he began to move, his hips grinding rhythmically into your backside as he continued to kiss your neck and shoulders. every thrust was heavy, his hardness rubbing against you through the clothes. you arched your back, grinding back into him, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps of pleasure.

“k-katsuki,” you pleaded, not sure what you were begging for, but you were.

“god, you feel so good,” he muttered against your skin, his voice rough. “i've wanted to do this for so long, you stupid, beautiful idiot.”

katsuki struggled against the magnetic effect that was very much a nuisance as it was a push, his muscles straining as he fought the pull to lift his hand. he grunted with the effort, his face contorted, but he managed to slide his hand down between your legs. his fingers brushed against the damp fabric of your underwear, finding the heat of your pussy.

“ha—! kats…” you squirmed at the sudden pressure.

“you're already wet,” he chuckled, a dark, triumphant sound. “look at you, soaking through your clothes for me.” he began to play with you, his fingers circling your clit through the cloth of your pants, sending jolts of electricity through your nerves.

you whined, your head tossing back against his shoulder. “katsuki, please,” you begged, your voice trembling.

he was impatient, the hunger in his eyes mirroring your own. he didn't want to waste another second with fabric between you. with a sudden, violent surge of strength, he gripped the waistband of your bottoms and tore them. the sound of fabric ripping filled the room, a sharp crack that made you gasp. he didn't stop there, his hands moving to your top, ripping the material away with a focused aggression, fighting the magnetic pull that tried to snap him back.

“be patient, damn it,” he growled like a hypocrite. he slid his hand down, his fingers diving into your wetness. you were already soaking, your juices coating his fingers as he slid them through your folds. he let out a low whistle, his voice thick with lust. “hah! not only are you a tease and impatient as fuck, you're also so fucking wet for me, aren't you?”

“yes, m’sorry… just please,” you breathed out, tilting your head back.

katsuki didn’t need to be told twice. he found your clit and began to rub it with a punishing intensity, his fingers sliding deep inside you. the sensation was overwhelming, the friction of his skin against your walls creating a wet, squelching sound that filled the silence.

“k-kats—hah…” you called out his name, your body squirming against his touch, your muscles clamping tight around his fingers.

“mmh?” he nipped lightly at your shoulder, his other hand moving up to cup your breast through your blouse, his thumb finding your nipple and rubbing it to a hard peak. “tell me this is wrong. tell me to stop.” his voice was a dark challenge.

you arched back into him instinctively, pushing your ass more firmly against his hardness. a low groan rumbled from his chest. “it doesn’t… f-feel wrong,” you managed, your own voice husky. “f-feels so good…”

katsuki was losing it as much as you were, he was just good at hiding it. he was breathing hard, his chest heaving. he gripped his own clothes, his muscles bulging as he fought the magnetic force one last time to rip his pants and underwear away. as soon as he was free, the magnet slammed his bare body back against yours with a heavy thud.

the feeling of his bare cock grinding against your bare behind was almost too much to bear. he was huge, hot, and leaking pre-cum that lubricated the space between you.

“sh-hiiiit…” you breathed, eyes rolling from the weight of his bare cock behind you.

“yeah?” he cut in ruthlessly, his hand squeezing your breast, his hips grinding again in a rhythm that was becoming unmistakable. “found the opportunity and started grinding your ass into me like this,” he rocked against you, the friction deliciously maddening. “you’re such a fucking tease. always been f’me, huh? you get everything little thing you want, don’t ya?”

“ngh, no m’not—” you moaned, your head falling back against his shoulder. “you’re the one… who’s being a tease. katsuki, please…”

“hm? what’s wrong?” he taunted softly, biting your earlobe. “please what, baby? tell me. what happened to your damn confidence now, huh?” his long fingers curled deeper inside you, the slick wet on his fingers.

“oh—mmh, yeah… just like that, k-kats,” you gasped, bucking against his touch.

“you hear yourself?” he fucked you harder with his finger before adding another, his thumb finding your and rubbing in tight circles. you cried out, your hand struggling against the magnet as it flew back to clutch at his thigh. “so fucking wet and loud—mmm’fuuuck.”

katsuki was grinding against you relentlessly now, his cock hard and demanding against your ass, his fingers working magic through your slit. the friction between you was building a frantic heat low in your belly. your breath came in ragged pants that matched his own.

“w-want it— shiiit. katsuki, please. i want you inside me. want you so bad,” you begged again, the thought of him fragmented by pleasure.

“god fucking dammit, you beg so pretty f’me,” he growled, his voice guttural with need. he pressed his face into your neck, inhaling deeply. “been wanting this for so long.” he pulled his soaked fingers out of your pussy making you whine at the emptiness. he didn't need to be told twice. he positioned himself, the head of his cock probing the entrance of your heat. he pushed forward slowly. “fuuuuck… you feel good,” a low growl ripping from his throat as your tight walls gripped him.

you whined, the feeling of him filling you up stretching you to your limit. he was thick, far thicker than you had imagined, and the sensation of him sliding deep into your cervix made your toes curl. you arched violently, a loud moan tearing from your throat as pleasure spiked through you. “oh god! katsuki!”

katsuki began to move, his thrusts rhythmic and powerful. because of the magnetic bond, he couldn't pull away completely, which meant every thrust was deep, hitting your most sensitive spots with punishing accuracy. the sound of your bodies colliding filled the room, a rhythmic squelching noise as his cock slid in and out of your drenched pussy.

shlick, squelch, shlick.

“that’s it, baby,” katsuki purred against your skin, his fingers kept pressure on your clit, circling it around while his hips never stopped moving “take it. take what you’ve always wanted from me.”

“fuck yeah. yeah, right there…” you were full on begging and purring now as you moved your hips meeting his thrust, the pleasure overwhelming your senses. you could feel the sweat from his chest dripping onto your back, mixing with the fluids of your union. he was panting, his breath coming in short, jagged bursts against your ear.

“look at you—fuck. made for me”, he groaned, his voice breaking. i'm going to ruin you. he increased the pace, his movements becoming more overzealous. in his desperation to get deeper, his cock slipped out of you for a fraction of a second, only to slam back in with a wet thud that made you cry out. the sound of air being pushed out of your pussy created a loud, popping noise that only made him more aggressive.

“m’don’t think… gonna last looong—oh! yes, fuck! harder, katsuki!”

“come on then,” katsuki commanded, his voice rough with strain. he bit down on your shoulder blade. “cum for me. show me how good it feels when i finally touch you like this.” he curled his fingers harder, pressed his thumb down fiercely. “let go for me, you slut. let me feel you cum around me.”

he gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, leaving red marks that you knew you would cherish tomorrow. he was hammering into you now, his balls slapping rhythmically against your ass, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the air.

you felt your orgasm building, a tidal wave of heat that started in your toes and surged upward. “katsuki!” you screamed, your muscles clamping down on him in a series of violent contractions.

“fuck, i’m close,” he growled against your skin, his hips bucking up, driving his cock impossibly deeper where your bodies joined.

the feeling of your pussy pulsing around him was the final straw. “god fucking damn it! mgghfuuuck…” he let out a roar, his body stiffening as he shot his seed deep inside you. you could feel the hot, thick spurts of his cum hitting your cervix, filling you up until you felt like you were overflowing. he groaned, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his chest heaving as he slowly came down from the peak.

katsuki breathed heavily, his heart racing. he suddenly gripped your waist. “turn around,” he commanded. “face me.”

“i can't, kats, the magnet,” you panted from your orgasm, trying to shift.

“fight it,” he growled, his voice regaining its dominant edge. “i want to see your face when i fuck you again. fight the damn thing.”

that was all the motivation you needed. you both gritted your teeth, straining against the invisible force. you pushed away from him, your muscles screaming, and with his help, you managed to swivel. for a second, you were almost face to face, before the magnet snapped you both back together with a loud groan, your bodies slamming into each other.

he didn't let you settle. he strained his muscle against the pull and manhandled you, flipping you over so you were on properly top of him. he gripped your hips, pulling you down as he entered you again.

you looked down at him, your eyes locking with his vermillion ones, the intimacy of the gaze making the pleasure of him inside you feel ten times more intense. “katsuki, baby.”

“that's it,” he whispered, his hands digging into your ass. “take it all.”

you tried your best to ride him, your breasts bouncing, your breath coming in ragged whines. he reached up, pulling you down, your lips meeting his. it was messy, your tongues dancing in a feverish rhythm, the taste of salt and desire filling your mouths. eventually, you collapsed onto his chest unable to fight the pull of the magnet, your face tucked into the crook of his neck. he took over, doing all the work, lifting his hips to drive deep into you.

“ngghh—oh, fuck,” you whined, your fingers clutching at his shoulders, your skin slick with sweat. “please, katsuki, harder,” you begged.

“shut up and take what i give you, brat,” katsuki replied, though his voice was thick with affection. he began to fuck you with a renewed aggression, the sounds of your bodies interacting becoming more visceral.

the squelching of your joined heat and the heavy thud of his chest against yours created a symphony of lust. he gripped the back of you neck, lightly squeezing, the sensation that only pushed you further over the edge, making you clench tighter around him.

“m’gonna cum again… baby, pleeeease—oh, make me cum,” you choked out a moan, your body tightening as you felt another orgasm building.

“fucking hell, baby, ya gonna milk me dry, huh?” he snarled, bucking his hips up, his hands clamping onto your ass. “yeah? just like that. scream like that. let everyone in the building hear you scream through the fucking walls.”

you moaned loudly, your body still trembling from your orgasm as he began to move inside you again. “agh! f-fuck—kats… m’cuming” you threw your head back.

“cum with me,” he commanded. “fuck, do it now.”

you screamed as you peaked, your internal muscles squeezing him tightly. katsuki let out a guttural roar, his body stiffening as he came deep inside you, his release filling you again with warmth.

the room fell silent, the only sound being your labored breathing. you stayed in that position for a long time, the sweat cooling on your skin. for a long time, neither of you spoke. you were both covered in a mixture of sweat and fluids, the scent of sex and nitroglycerin filling the room.

“does mean you actually like me? or do you just let anyone fuck you?” you broke the silence, your voice clearly teasing and mischievous to get under his skin.

katsuki scoffed, though he didn't move his arm from around you (not that he can). “tch. whatever the hell that means. i don’t even like when other people breathe close to me. what else would this nonsense mean?”

“is that your way of being romantic? because calling what we just did just now ‘nonsense’ is a bit low… even from you,” you teased.

“shut up,” he muttered, his ears turning a bright shade of red. “… listen, tomorrow… or whenever the fuck. after this damn quirk wears off. you're going out to dinner with me.”

“wait, as in a date?” you snapped your head up from his neck to look at him only for the stupid magnet to slam you back down his chest with a thud.

“stop fucking moving—and it's not a big deal,” katsuki snapped, holding you tighter almost subconsciously. “i just don't want you starving to death because you're too clumsy to feed yourself. just say yes, damn it.”

you giggled, kissing his chest. “yes, katsuki. i'd love to go on a date with you.”

“stop pushing it!”

after a couple more yells from katsuki, you both fell asleep in each other's arms, the magnetic effects of the villains quirk finally feeling like something you wanted to keep.

the next morning, the shrill ring of a phone shattered the silence.

katsuki groaned, his eyes fluttering open. you stirred on his chest, your face nuzzling into his neck, half-asleep and warm. he reached out with one hand to pick up the phone, his other arm cradling the back of your head. as he moved, he paused.

he felt his hand slide away from you without any resistance. there was no pull, no snap, no invisible force. he moved his arm further, realizing that the magnetic effect had worn out.

“what?!” he barked into the phone.

it was the detective from the previous day. the man's voice was professional but held a hint of amusement.

he informed katsuki that they had finally identified the specific nature of the villain's quirk.

“upon further investigations and quirk research through quick blood samples, we received word back from the lab. the villain confirmed it himself not long after. his quirk allows him to make someone he hits with the magnet physically stuck to the person they desire the most. after the questioning, we were told that the effects should wear off after a day, so the two of you should be good by now.”

katsuki froze, the phone still pressed to his ear. physically stuck to the person they desire the most.

you, who had been now awake and listening, began to snicker against his skin. you looked up at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “you know, katsuki, you didn't really have to take the hit for me after all.” you whispered, “if the quirk works that way, we would have ended up stuck together regardless of who got hit.”

katsuki stared at the ceiling, his face flushing a deep crimson. he slowly hung up the phone and pulled you closer, his grip firm. “whatever,” he muttered, though he couldn't hide the small, satisfied smile on his lips. “just shut up and go back to sleep, brat.”

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[teapotofmadness]

Me:

[luvrspitt]

╰ 18+ MDNI. red riot’s unbreakable? we’ll see about THAT when you’re done milking him dry!

“think you can handle one more?”

thick hips plopping down to fuck against kirishima’s rock hard cock, it’s quite the challenge for him to focus on anything other than the leaky rivets of cum pouring out of your slit each time your ass fully lifts off of him, strings of past creampies building up and connecting you to one another.

the room was scorching, pallid walls clouded in thick layers of musky humidity as your sinful noises bled into them. everything down to the friction filled spot where the two of you meet was boiling hot, the smell of piquant sex and salty sweat suffocating the way it wrapped around your bodies, pulse thumpin' whilst you rode him like his cock was your lifeline.

kirishima looks so pretty like this. a writhing mess beneath you, mouth swollen and bottom lip littered with teeth marks from him biting into it hard each time he came inside of you. gelled back bangs lifeless and hanging down on his sticky forehead. perfect.

he bites that same spot again, porcelain teeth piercing into the corners, lip pursing out in a whine, “no—yes! please baby, ‘s a lot but—”

“—but?” you cock your head, halting your movements to grind against him, leaving the bulky man gasping for air.

“but you feel so fucking good!” throwing his head backwards and into the headboard, kirishima grips your hips, encouraging your greedy moments to rut into him, clit throbbing and pulsating when it perfectly catches the tuff of dark hair on his pelvis.

“soooo good!” you’re mumbling, cunt biting down on his shaft, pressing a hand down on his sculpted abs to lift yourself upright, vigorous motions picking back up once more. “jus’ don’t wanna stop yet—one more, one more pleaseeee?”

“whatever you want babydoll,” kirishima stutters out, voice dropping into a guttural tone, fingers kneading your ass like dough, “lookin’ so fucking perfect on top of me, whatever this pussy wants—she gets.”

adjusting yourself, feet planting flat down on either side of his tree trunk thighs, the angle hits just right. strawberry-red tip plump and uncontrollably sobbing in your canal, his cock curves upright, leaky slit dripping its luscious sticky seed past your cervix and prettily pressin’ into your abused g-spot.

throwing your head back, you whine, little moans slipping from gaped lips, “yes! wanna break you eiji!”

“fuckkkk—you’re doing a pretty good job at thaaaat!”

milking his cock ‘til the sun rises and cows come home, you’re unsure how many orgasms you’ve pulled out of him, your own cunt on its nth high of the night somehow showing no signs of stopping, cunt sucking up ever last drop of seed from his balls.

“think you can cum again, red riot?”

how could he say no to that pretty little fucked out face saying his hero name so sinfully in a time like this? pussy grinding around and around on his globular cockhead, letting the tip smush each side of your sensitive walls in search of any crevice left untouched.

not like it could find any.

“shittt—i wanna, but the way you’re squeezin’ my dick, i’m not too sure baby.”

thick webs of cum smeared up and down your insides leaks down his thighs, salty seed uncomfortably drying off in flakes, peeling off his rough skin. there’s not a chance in hell he can come again, let alone fill you any further with seed.

you don’t believe that.

“wrong answer!”

“shit baby, cant you see i’m trying?” he’s sighing, stretching a hand behind his head, “never seen you be so fucking greedy ‘til now.”

kirishima wants to be good for you. ignoring the way you’re snappin’ him practically in half with your tight cunt alone, the pain in his lower groin is powerful enough to knock back even the strongest of mankind, the sheer fortitude to take orgasm after orgasm building into a dizzying array of emotions.

“i’m not greedy! you’re acting weak, like you can’t take it!” clammy plams land flat on his chest, numb thighs maneuvering alongside his to fuck yourself on to him even harder. the pace of your thighs picks up to where it was before, each syllable of praise spilling from your mouth being met with a plop of your cunt downwards.

“you’re unbreakable! s-strong! so strong eijiro!” words slurring and starting to blend in with the sounds of your sopping cunt, you press him deeper down into the sheets, shoulders slacked into the headboard and digging into the mahogany grain, “supposed to sit here like a rock ‘n take it!”

the power you, or—in this case, your cunt has on him intensifies, brows furrowing in determination he surges forward, two hands finding the blades of your shoulders and gripping you into place, fucking his cock up into your cunt.

“fuckkkkk—ima make sure i take it jus’ for you sweets, b-but can you?”

“yes?” you’re questioning before he’s pistoning his cockhead into you at an angle, skin aggressively slapping together as he swabs at your cervix with a force so strong you’re seeing stars, “oh! m-mmmmfh—eijiro!”

“complementing me t’get what you want?” he’s far stronger than you, arms easily throwing your body up and down off his cock as he bucks into you. “you know just how to mess with me baby.”

it’s animalistic. the way kirishima chases his high so agressive makes your stomach churn, eyes fluttering shut once his calloused thumb begins toying at your pretty little pearl, swooshing its folds in a circle motion.

your favorite.

“eijiiiii!” you slur, tongue lolling out your bottom lip with a thick glob of spittle, one kirishima notices and laps at up straight away, pulling you into a hectic kiss.

he’s messy with it, lips smacking together and tongues battling for dominance, you swallow each others warbling moans, the band in your core beginning to feel taught, thighs starting to shake.

the sloshing between your legs grows foamy, a tell tale sign kirishima’s cumming, again. “i—fuckkkkk baby, am i cumming? can’t tell with how fucking wet this pussy is, what’d ya think baby girl?” he’s pulling away, watching the way his next load and cum oozes out of your stretched hole and down to his base.

“i-i don’t k-know—”

“—you don’t? hmm-let’s see,” he’s cutting you off, pointer finger joining his thumb to place a rough pinch to your clit and smiling once he sees your face jolt in pleasure.

breathless and silent you’re cumming, pin pricks shooting down your achy calves as kirishima forces you to ride it out. body lying limp on top of him, he grinds himself into your slit, pussy throbbing as it clenches to suck up every last ounce of milky seed he’s poured inside of you.

panting, your achy torso falls into his chest, cheek squishing against his taut peck, salty sweet swiping over your bottom lip.

kirishima allows it, tumbling into the messy array of pillows behind his crimson hair to grip you tight, lips pressing to the top of your sweat coated hairline.

just when he thinks you’re done and he can finally relax, your cunt clenches one, twice, hips stuttering on his softening shaft like a hand on a stick shift, lips slurring.

“just one moreee, please? gotta get you stronger, don’t we?”

he runs a palm down the side of his flushed cheek, voice hoarse, “baby, my balls—you drained ‘em already, i’m sure you’ve got me shooting blanks by now.”

“come on!” your head pops up, lips twisting into a tiny smirk that can only mean one thing. “don’t you trust me?”

“no baby. i don’t.”

a/n: yes yes another kiri riding fic sue me! im a cat making biscuits in his lap :3

[weirdergirlbrina]

Cuddling with Katsuki’s like cuddling with an oven.

Thanks to his quirk, his body’s constantly warm, always radiating heat.

Normally, it doesn’t bother you. If anything, you love it. It’s like having a heated blanket that grumbles when you steal his warmth.

But now it’s the middle of summer.

And your AC’s broken.

The apartment feels miserable, thick with heat that clings to your skin no matter where you stand or what you do.

You finish your nightly routine, already sweating a little as you flop down into the bed with little to nothing on.

You spread yourself across your side like a starfish, refusing to move in hopes the little fan pointed directly at you can work some kind of miracle.

Katsuki walks in a minute later, towel draped around his neck as he dries his damp hair, “You alive?”

“Barely”

He snorts, “You’ll live.”

He climbs in next to you, giving you a goodnight peck, then immediately goes to spoon you.

You huff loudly, pushing him away from you with a pathetic whine, “too hot”

He frowns, sitting upright immediately, “What the fuck?”

You raise an eyebrow, “..What?”

“You got another man?” he blurts, already wearing the world’s nastiest pout, “Why don’t you wanna cuddle?”

You can’t help the laugh that slips out at that, “Katsuki, it’s too hot!”

His eyebrows furrow tightly, huffing air out of his nose. He flops back down angrily, turning his back to you with a pissy little hmph.

You simply roll your eyes and scooch back over to your side.

Exactly twelve seconds pass before he rolls back over, “I can’t sleep like this!”

“You’ll live” you mock, shooting him a sarcastic smile.

“So you hate me and think i’m a disgusting freak? Got it” he practically hisses, frowning so hard it almost looks painful

“You’re being so dramatic”, you laugh, “I just want to sleep comfortably”

“Well I wanna cuddle my girl, dammit”

“I’m already sweating!”

A few seconds pass where he’s staring at you real hard while you pretend to not notice, then he suddenly grabs his phone.

“I’m calling icy-hot to come cool this place down” he barks, already calling poor Shoto.

“Kats-“

“And we’re getting a new AC tomorrow” he interrupts, “I’m not dealing with none of this ‘too hot to cuddle’ bullshit” he mutters

You can’t help the little smile that tugs at your lips.

For being a huge grump, he’s such a baby.

An hour later, after a very amused Shoto cools the apartment down, Katsuki’s practically glued to your side.

“There,” he mutters into your neck, “now quit whining”

————————————————————————

A/N: based off last night where my heater of a man was pissy I didn’t wanna cuddle

[mamashima]

idk if u do this but ur writing is fucking good so if u could… sero denki x reader….??? totally okay if not !!

forced proximity with kamisero, 1.4k words. if i could??? nonnie, i’ve been dying to. when i tell you i’ve had this idea cooking for a minute …18+, minors and ageless blogs DNI.

“i hate both of you.”

“awh, don’t be like that.”

“yeah! this is quality bestie bonding time.”

you glare at your roommates in the dark—squint, actually, because you can barely see your own hand—and shove them both in the shoulders. they slam into opposite sides of the wall, which unfortunately, isn’t very far at all.

you’re stuck in a closet.

you’re stuck in a closet, and it’s their fault. spring (summer) cleaning has never been you three’s strong suit, but you had faith. you believed that if you orchestrated it yourself—because, lets be clear, these two losers aren’t orchestrating shit—that it would be fine. productive, even. you didn’t plan for their overwhelming stupidity to get in the way.

“it’s not even our fault, technically,” denki defends, weakly, like he can hear fists balling at your sides. “who would’ve known that the closet locks from the outside?”

eijirō, katsuki, and mina are on the way to save you three now. they can’t come faster.

it was stupid. it was so, so dumb. denki wanted to see if, he didn’t move the lock, would the closet still open and close? apparently, yes. apparently, he wanted everyone to find out with him. from inside the closet.

“who knew that stuffing all of us in a closet was a shitty excuse for a ‘prank’” you hiss, words dripping with sarcasm, and wish to resort to violence so, so bad. “oh wait! i did.”

“’kay, i don’t like your sass,” denki huffs. You growl.

“i don’t like your face!”

“well, good thing you can’t see it!”

“ladies, ladies,” hanta coos, awkwardly setting an arm around your shoulders to hold you in place, and prevent denki from getting another a black eye. “break it up.”

“hanta, shut the fuck up—you’re next.”

“ooh, hot,” and you can hear the smile in his words, as he leans closer—not that he wasn’t already fucking close—to purr in your ear. you push his face away, and into many coats.

you know denki is also about to say some fucked shit, if the deep inhale in preparation to deal a critical blow is any clue.

“y’know what we could do to pass the—”

“absolutely not, that was one time—”

“oh hell yeah, let’s fuck.”

you feel hanta nodding along, the stray hairs of his mullet brushing against the top of your head. so, you pull it. “Ow, what the—”

“if we have sex in here, we’ll run out of air.”

“a little asphyxiation kink never hurt nobody,” hanta says, so you yank again.

“i’m not dying with my pussy out.”

“ooh, i miss it,” denki says, and you can’t see him making grabby hands, but you know he is. “i miss her, show me, show me—”

you don’t even waste breath explaining how no one can even see, slowly loosing energy for this conversation. honestly, you’ve been moving around all day—you never had the energy in the first place.

“c’mon pretty, he’s practically begging for it,” hanta reasons, much too close to your ear, and if your blood goes hot, it’s because the closet is stuffy. obviously.

“i am begging for it,” denki nods, and his hands find your hips. you roll your eyes.

“god, both of you are pathetic.”

“mm, tell me more,” denki purrs, rotating your body until your facing him, and hanta’s chest is flush against your back. “please? just a little heavy petting until they get here.”

you sigh. then you groan, loud and annoyed, and—

“fuck! fine.”

“yay!”

denki takes the hands off your waist to clap softly, before they return where they belong. they blindly search for the tie in your sweats, fiddling and struggling, and you’re not about to fucking help him. he doesn’t even weasel them off—just sticks his hand in your pants like an animal, feeling around with absolutely no finesse at all.

“awh,” he pouts, running a finger through your folds. you shiver from the friction. “you’re dry.”

“and you’re embarrassing,” you huff through grit teeth. “just get on with it.”

so, he does.

hanta’s hand comes to cover the opposite side of your hip, much like denki’s once was, but doesn’t stay there—it drifts over and under your shirt, squeezing and groping as he sees fit. denki takes two fingers to your clit, circling softly and just like you taught him the first time. you lean your weight against hanta’s chest with a sigh.

“feeling good?” hanta checks in, dropping his chin to your crown. his hand slides to grip your breast through the bra, big hand encompassing half of your chest and then some.

“i’m feeling fine,” you huff. even if you were feeling good, you wouldn’t tell them. they don’t get the satisfaction of knowing.

“oh, i think she’s feeling plenty,” denki almost groans, running a finger through you again, only for it to come back soaking. and honestly? fuck him for that. “definitely wet now—that didn’t take much.”

“shut up and make me cum,” you hiss. hanta huffs a laugh and denki giggles.

“look who’s begging now,” hanta says, bending down to litter kisses along your pulse point. denki rubs you faster than before—impatient bastard.

“i’m literally not,” you defend, but it falls on deaf ears. maybe, it has something to do with the pick up of your breathing. oh lord, here we go—asphyxiating in a closet, with the two biggest idiots in the world. bye world, it was nice knowing you.

denki pinches your clit and you yelp. it earns him a slap to the shoulder, and he snickers, “sorry, she felt too cute. had to.”

hanta groans at that, and the hand on your chest drops down, knocking denki’s hand out the way as he hums, “lemme feel.”

he also groans at the feeling of you against his fingers. your body illustrates the biggest betrayal of the century as your hips buck against his palm, and don’t fucking stop.

“oh, bet you could cum just like this,” he purrs, nipping at your neck. you huff and choose to ignore his words, fisting your hands into denki’s top instead.

until he weasels his way out of your grip, only to disappear. it’s not until a hand finds your lower thigh and yanks your sweats down—some, not all the way—that you realize he’s gotten on his knees.

hanta sticks two thick fingers in you, and your head drops to his shoulder. honestly, at this point, fuck it.

you feel a cooling tongue tracing the bulging space around hanta’s fingers. denki grips your thighs and shakes them, groaning at the sense.

“god, you’re fucking perfect,” he whimpers, dropping his cheek to your thigh. you alternate between grinding back on hanta’s fingers, and grinding up into his palm, and try not to jostle denki in the process.

hanta agrees with a moan right in your ear, and denki starts delivering small kisses to the inside of your leg. heat pools behind your belly button, low in your stomach, and your breath hitches and releases, then hitches again.

“awh, you close, princess?” hanta pants, flattening his tongue and licking a hot line up your neck. you whimper.

“may-maybe.”

denki whines, and his grip on your thighs tighten. hanta’s fingers slip out of you to rub your clit properly, and denki’s fingers slide in right after him. you’re a goner, after that.

your hips stutter, and then you squeeze so tight you almost force denki out. the sound that you make is nothing short of embarrassing—a proper moan, which they don’t deserve—and your head tucks into hanta’s chest as the rest of your body curls. your legs give out, but hanta catches you by the waist before you can tumble. at some point, you found a hanger to hold onto, because once the feeling returns to your body, you find one in your hand, snapped in two.

it’s only when hanta’s fingers leave your clit that you open your eyes. there’s a small slit in the door, a strip of yellow light. it runs across denki’s nose and ends at his left eye, making it glow a canary yellow. hanta pokes his fingers at denki’s lips, wet with you, and he takes them happily, eyes fluttering shut as he handles two fingers like a blowjob. he pulls of with a ‘pop,’ a string of spit clinging to his lower lip and attaching him to hanta’s finger like the red string of fate.

“see? we burned like fifteen minutes,” denki says, and voice sounding heavier than it did last. or maybe your brain isn’t arousal-addled anymore. who even cares.

“whatever,” you huff, pulling your sweats back up once denki’s fingers fall out. he sucks those, too.

(and, when your saviors arrive, you realize, yes, the closet locks from the outside, but there’s also a lock inside. you turn to your roommates with a glare—they look guilty.)

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[watu2ka]

interview with elle magazine

bakugo x reader

You smiled at the camera, studio lights blasting in your face as you dug your hand around in the box provided to you.

“Call Prohero Dynamight and tell him your getting married next week”

Taking a deep breath you accepted what you just read, slowly nodding as you mentally prepared yourself.

Someone off screen handed you your phone, the mic picking up the low ringing as the studio waited in anticipation.

*click*

“I’m on patrol, speak.”

The gruff voice of the explosion hero echoed around the room.

“Heyyy, are you busy at the moment.” You responded, smiling at the phone while waiting for him to speak.

“Not at the moment but that could change knowing how the night usually goes.” Came his rough voice, the sound of shuffling can be heard as he adjusted the phone to his ear.

“Why what’s up.” He asked.

You bit your nail before you spoke, something you didn’t realize you did when you were nervous.

“I just had some exciting news to share.” You paused to dramatic effect.

“I’m getting married and wanted to ask if you’d like to come?” You breathed out, trying to sound excited about the fake news.

A heavy silence filled the space, the workers behind the scenes waiting for a reaction out of Bakugo.

“Are you calling the right person?” Came the confused voice.

You double checked your phone just for proof. “This is Bakugo Katsuki correct?” You hummed, nibbling on your thumb.

A soft grunt came through the phone. “Then why the hell are you inviting me to YOUR wedding.” He asked sounding already irritated with the call.

You giggled at his tone, knowing he was already contemplating hanging up on you.

“Because you’re like a really close friend and I want you to be there!” You smiled, finding enjoyment in this little white lie.

“Close friend?!?” Bakugo yelled, causing you to pull your phone away from the mic. “Are you good? You haven’t been drinking with the girls again have you?” He asked slowly, like he was making sure you understood everything.

“No! I haven’t touched a drink today. And what’s wrong with calling you my close friend?” You huffed dramatically, grinning at the sound of his misery.

“Babe I think you’ve gone brain dead in the short time I’ve been away.” Bakugo sighed, your eyes widening as you heard the nickname.

“Babe! I’m not your babe I’m getting married remember!” You tried to object, pushing the lie.

A choked laugh came from his end, “You were my babe last time I checked, which was earlier today when I called you during my lunch.” Bakugo revealed, “And unless I proposed to you, which I haven’t by the way. There is no way in hell you’re getting married.”

You bit your lip at his words, taking a small glance at the camera recording everything. Knowing you’re going to get an earful at home when the video gets released to the public.

[rllyobsessedgirlie]

Summary: Private relationship! Bakugo grows jealous when you’re shipped with his former classmate, Hanta Sero.

Bakugo sat at the kitchen table like he did every morning, eating his six eggs and drinking his coffee with the news playing silently on the TV. He didn’t want to wake you, of course. This morning, though, he ate with a deep frown and muttered curses under his breath.

He had already rewatched the scene on the TV three times. This time, he turned the volume up slightly.

“Thanks to their perfect teamwork, this rescue was completed quickly and efficiently. Cellophane and y/h/n have our respect,” said the commentator.

The news channel showed a clip of the rescue, then another—his old classmate Sero wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you both up onto a platform with his tape.

Bakugo sat with one hand clenched into a fist, knuckles white, and his phone in the other to opened Twitter. (As if he wanted to make himself even angrier).

Herolover2343: they make such a cute couple OMGOMGOMG

Cellophaneobsessed420: the hand placement… I have nothing appropriate to say

Dynamightcelloicyhot: AHHHH new couple alert 🚨

He squeezed his phone tightly, close to shattering it in his grip.

He was interrupted by the soft pattering of your clammy feet against the floor.

He shut his phone quickly. He was far too upset to talk about this. Instead, he leaned down, kissed you briefly, and muttered that he was going to be late.

“Hey! Don’t you start at nine?” you asked, confused and still half-asleep.

“Somethin’ at the agency. See ya later,” he said dryly…and that was it.

You stood there alone and disoriented, before texting him a few minutes later.

Love you, have a good day 🩷

———

Bakugo’s mood was set for the rest of the day. He snapped at his assistant without meaning to and even flat-out refused an interview, something that only happened when he was on edge.

On the way home, he glanced at your text from that morning again.

He scoffed quietly and locked his phone, jaw tight.

It wasn’t anyone’s fault but his own that your relationship wasn’t public yet. He liked the privacy—no cameras, no opinions, no bullshit. But this… this was the downside. Watching people speculate. Watching him touch you like that while the world cheered.

By the time he got home, the apartment was dim and quiet. You were curled up on the couch, scrolling on your phone, hair still a little messy from a patrolling shift. You looked up when you heard the door.

“Hey,” you smiled. “You’re late.”

“Tch.” He kicked off his shoes harder than necessary and dropped his bag by the door. “Yeah.”

You watched him for a moment, sensing it immediately. The stiff shoulders. The way he wouldn’t look at you.

“…You okay?” you asked gently.

He shrugged. “I’m fine.”

A lie. A bad one.

You stood and crossed the room, stopping just short of touching him. “You’ve been weird all day and you didn’t answer my text.”

“That’s ‘cause I was busy,” he snapped, then immediately clicked his tongue. “—I’m sorry.”

Silence stretched between you.

You tilted your head. “Katsuki.”

He exhaled sharply through his nose, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t—” He stopped. His jaw clenched. “I don’t know how to say this shit without soundin’ like an idiot.”

You stepped closer this time, placing a hand on his arm. “I never think you’re an idiot. C’mon.”

He looked down at your hand resting on his arm, it grounded him.

“…I saw the news today,” he muttered.

Your expression softened. “Okay.”

He looked up at you, studying your face. You seemed completely unaware of the footage that had been taken.

“And those comments,” he continued, voice low and rough. “Everyone actin’ like you’re with Sero because of a dumbass mission. Like I don’t even exist.”

You opened your mouth to reassure him, but he spoke again, faster now, words tumbling out like he was afraid he’d lose the nerve.

“I know I’m the one who wanted to keep things quiet. I know that. But seein’ that crap—seein’ him touch you and people eat it up—” He cut himself off, fists clenched at his sides. “It pissed me off.”

You searched his face. “Are you… mad at me?”

“What? No!” he snapped instantly, then softened. “Never at you.” He took a breath.

“…I just—” His voice dropped. “I don’t like feelin’ like I gotta pretend you’re not mine.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

He finally met your eyes, red gaze intense and honest.

“I wanna go public,” he said, blunt but uncertain. “I want people to know you’re with me. That we’re together. I don’t care what that brings anymore.” And after a second he added, “If you’re okay with that.”

You stared at him for a second, then smiled slowly. “You’re sure?”

“Tch. I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t.” He looked away, ears faintly red. “Just… didn’t know how to bring it up without soundin’ jealous or possessive.”

You laughed softly and wrapped your arms around him. “You do sound alittle jealous,” you teased. “But I like it.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, but his arms came around you anyway, pulling you close. “Only ‘cause I care.”

Dividers by: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

A/n: I was lazy so this has no title 🫥

[weirdly-written]

Katsuki as a wonderful amazing husband.

Husband Katsuki! who usually refers to you by your name, unless someone is being too affectionate or talking to you for too long. “My wonderful wife, we should get going.”

Husband Katsuki! who messes with his ring when nervous. And if it’s not on his hand because of hero work it’s on a necklace.

Husband Katsuki! who likes grocery shopping just to buy your favorite food and drinks. And say “they were on sale.” As an excuse to buy you things.

Husband Katsuki! who loves taking you out in public, so everyone knows you're his. Who treats you like an absolute princess for the cameras.

Husband Katsuki! who makes sure to include your giant ass ring in his instagram posts whenever you two go out on a date.

Husband Katsuki! Who whenever a random person hits on him, be it a fan, reporter, model, actress, or even a fellow pro. He’ll immediately start talking about you.

Husband Katsuki! Who brags about all your accomplishments. Who also has a secret trophy case of all the little ribbons you get for whatever reason.

Sorry this is short and sorry this isn’t Let Me Prove Myself.. it’s been a long week. I promise I will give an extra long chapter next week

[dookiedoodles]

I always forget I have this acc oopsie

[bfbkg]

love island masterlist

#love island bkg for everything in scrolling order

THE WHOLE JOURNEY! 5k

— full fic, beginning to end.

more drabbles

who knows who better?

baby challenge more

recouping

advice couple

fights and arguments

strip tease challenge

after the hideaway

life in the villa

bakugou’s family comes to visit

mean tweet challenge

meeting your family

after games

in the doghouse

pillow talk

a new bombshell

under the covers

2026 new:

ass. kissing challenge. terrace

making out. daybeds.

bombshell bkg. competition.

bombshell. teeny tiny bkg. pulling him.

bkg begging to leave with you

JUST COUPLED UP!

AFTER THE BEEF

unsure. makeup room. does your hair.

[sharingfandomsilove]

I have never seen love island a day in my life but if it was like this... hot damn. 👀 I might become a regular watcher...

[bfbkg]

unsure about bakugou in the love island villa!!! him being straightforward, new bombshell in the villa saying he wants to get to know you and only you. though you feel the need to stay loyal to shouto, the man you’ve been coupled up with for the past two weeks. it’s been going great with him, you have things in common, the same hobbies. but he just doesn’t bring out a spark inside you. doesn’t fill you with butterflies or get you excited to see him every morning.

you’ve told the girls katsuki does. especially when he wears his glasses at bedtime, climbing into his bed with another girl across the room. your heart races when he looks at you from his bed, staring at you like he’s trying to tell you he’d rather be with you right now.

in the mornings, he’s always up at the same time as you. grumpily trodding out the bathroom, rubbing his palm against his bare stomach. those fucking glasses on and messy wheat blonde bed hair.

“you look beautiful.” he mumbles to you as you tie your sarong around your waist. he leans on the doorframe to the girls make up room, biting down on his lip with sleep creases on his cheek.

you’ve just got your bikini on, not having done your makeup yet. his ruby eyes hold so much, mostly sleep deprivation but also admiration for you.

you don’t look at his tiny tight boxers as he crosses his arms across his chest.

“thanks katsuki,” you breathe, focusing on putting your hair in place in the mirror.

why are you staying loyal to your couple? isn’t the point of this experience to talk to as many people as you can? find a real connection?

it’s a few seconds of silence. you looking through your makeup bag as katsuki looks over at you.

“you okay?” you ask, peering at him through your lashes.

“i’m not… fuck i’m not tryna pressure you or anythin’. i’d hate for you to think that,” he sighs, shoves his fingertips under his glasses to rub his eyes, “but i’m still around. waitin’ if you wanna give me a chance.”

you moan to yourself. you’re not sure why you’re so afraid of giving him a chance. perhaps the fact you know he will be perfect for you. but what will everyone else say? the talk of how quickly you dropped shouto, two weeks long, for this new bombshell? isn’t that the point of it all?

“katsuki…,” you trail off.

he lets himself in the room.

“can i sit? i won’t fuck anythin’ up.”

you nod, studying how this big, six foot six man plops down in one of the makeup stools beside you.

he even smells good after a sweaty night sleep, looks sexy as hell too. sweet and sugary. a touch of mint from just brushing his teeth.

“what’s the glasses for?” you ask, checking your face in the mirror. you can’t be looking stupid in front of him.

katsuki chuckles, “shit eyes.”

you roll your eyes, “i know that, idiot. long sighted or short sighted.”

he spreads his legs to get comfortable, crosses his arms and leans forward to stretch his back. it feels as if he’s under your nose, all around your body. his presence is all consuming, warm.

“shortsighted. can’t miss what’s right in front of me,” he sniffs, “gotta have them on if i’m talkin’ to you.”

“shut up,” you whisper, so clearly amused. you adjust the strap of your bikini while he stares at your lips. “how’s your couple going?”

he pushes his glasses up his nose, makes a scrunched up face at your question. “in the nicest way possible, i couldn’t give a fuck.”

you slap his arm, “katsuki!”

“no wait, i mean we get on as friends but there’s nothing romantic there. nothing like an actual couple.” he tries to explain.

you raise your eyebrows at him. you get it. a few of your girls are in one right now. you opt to put your hair in a slick ponytail, smoothing out the bumps on your head. bakugou struggles to look away.

then he tilts his head, “what about you and what’s his face? you still lovin’ it there?”

“it’s complicated.” you grab your brush but you can’t get your hair to look right. you sigh to yourself, arms aching in the air.

“i can do it?”

you look at him through the mirror. he pokes his tongue in his cheek.

“my hair?”

“yeah? looks easy, dunno what you’re doing wrong.”

the audacity makes you give him a try, letting go of your hair for him to try.

“go on then. pro hero and a hairdresser. jack of all trades.”

bakugou smirks, rising from his stool, “yeah. that’s what they call me.”

with ease he swoops up your hair in one calloused hand and immediately your eyes widen. you’ve not even kissed the guy yet but with his hips to your back, holding your hair tight like this, somehow feels even more intimate.

“pass the brush. i’ll show you how it’s done.”

“you’re acting like i’ve never done it before.”

“this is gonna be the best ponytail you’ve ever had.”

he takes an odd boyish technique to it. holding your hair in a fist as he slowly brushes out every bump. he takes care, bending closer and looking at you through the mirror to check again. you’re cheek to cheek and you feel your body heat up like you’re out on the terrace and not in an air conditioned room.

“that’s good, right? smooth as hell,” he whispers next to you, voice husky.

“y-yeah. looks good.”

“sick,” he grins, grabbing your two hair bands off the table and tying your hair up into a high pony tail.

then katsuki steps away as if to check over his work.

“pretty. i’d kiss you if i was in a couple with you.”

you pout instinctively, “i’ll talk with shouto to keep him in the loop. i do… i think we’d get on.”

both your heads dart to the door at the sound of footsteps and giggles. everyone’s awake now.

“i think we’d more than get on, princess.”

“yn, baby! there you are!” your best friend momo says in her pyjamas, coming around the table to give you a side hug. “hey katsuki.”

katsuki grunts a hi, slowly inching out the room without taking his eyes off you.

“love the hair. how’d you get it so clean?”

you don’t give him the satisfaction, “trial and error, babe.”

“i’ll see you two later,” bakugou says, hand on the top of the doorframe to leave. “i’m gonna pull you later, yn.”

then he’s off down the corridor.

momo opens her eyes wide, staring at you. “spill. how long were you both in here? are you giving him a chance now? you… you didn’t kiss did you?”

you shake your hands in the air, “no, no, no! no kisses but i think i’m gonna give him a chance.” you throw your head back and close your eyes, “i’m scared of how much i’m going to like him.”

momo grins, “finally, babe. i’ve been waiting for you to wake up! you deserve excitement, fun, even love! and he’s fine as fuck! it’s going to be fun either way.”

about twenty minutes later, more girls have flooded the make up room getting ready while you sit back on the sofa and chat with everyone.

he’s hard to ignore, bakugou katsuki, as he steps into the room for the second time in the morning.

“for you,” he thrusts a green matcha at you. a pink straw out the top.

he’s got black shorts on now but still those goddamn glasses.

“thanks katsuki.”

“no worries, princess. see you outside.”

he doesn’t waste anytime, hating how all eyes are on him and the room has fallen silent. though he waits for you to take a sip, a slow smirk rising as you nod in delight.

“tasty! i’ll see you out there.”

with that, he nods, circling out the room.

“did he fucking call you princess?”

“are you finally letting him in now? that poor boy has been waiting!”

“how long has this been going on for?”

[bfbkg]

just coupled up! — bkg.

— love island season is back and so am i.

it’s one of those days in the villa where there’s nothing to do. just the beaming hot sun and attractive people all under one building… if anything, you mostly enjoy watching production behind the scenes. fixing cameras, changing lenses and one of your girls getting her mic fixed in the corner.

some of the boys are playing with the gym equipment, the girls standing in the pools chatting. a few couples have gone off to chat and so have you.

you sit cross legged on the day bed, opposite possibly one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen in real life. is it normal to meet someone and immediately want to jump them? to wonder how their lips would feel against yours and their hard toned chest against your softer one.

he lays beside you, thick bicep propping his head up on the pillow so he can see you properly. you recoupled with katsuki last night, drawn in by his pretty red eyes and the few flirtatious conversations you had previously. well mostly the blunt compliments and slight nervousness from him, that easily got you giddy and running your finger down his arm. you want to know more, you especially want to know if he’s boyfriend material.

you scoot closer to him so your knee is touching his side and you can flatten your hand on his collarbone. you watch as his breath hitches at your touch, his eyes staying on your face and not dropping to the tiny piece of fabric between your thighs or your chest.

“i wanna know more about you,” you say, lifting up his black lenses sunglasses off his nose bridge just to check he’s looking at you. he is. two shiny rubies glittering. then you drop the glasses back onto his nose.

you feel his whole body hum, “can say the same about you.”

bakugou is brave when he places a hand on your bare thigh. your eyes widen just a smidge before biting down on your lip. fuck, it is way too early to feel this much sexual tension. you want to drag him into the hideaway and push him down onto the mattress.

politely, you take your hand off his collarbone and his hand off your thigh. “sorry, i can’t think straight with the touching,” you blink a few times like you’re clearing your head, adjusting your posture and stretching your fingers, “i’m serious. i wanna know about your family, your friends on the outside. what’s your usual morning routine… what’s the day in the life with katsuki. what about your last name?”

apparently, you don’t need to have him touch you to feel aroused, his smile can do it for you. the corners of his lips reach up, revealing bright white straight teeth and a gold tooth on his canine. how’d be get that? why? you need to know everything. he adjusts the waistband of his black swim trunks.

“fuck, you’re adorable. one by one, yeah? and then you answer the same question.” his hands are back on his own chest, his fingers twitching with the urge to touch you. even the urge to look between your legs, your cute thighs and that tiny strip of fabric hiding nothing.

you nod, adjusting your hair because you want to look perfect in front of him even though he’s seen how you look when you wake up.

“i usually go to the gym every morning.”

your face scrunches. unimpressed, confused, icked out… katsuki doesn’t get it.

he frowns back at you, “what’s wrong with that?”

“every morning?”

“yeah, gotta stay ready for my work. part of my routine.”

you pout, looking away. you don’t mean to but you run the tip of your finger down the vein in his forearm.

“i need cuddles in the morning if i’m waking up beside my man. i’d hate waking up beside an empty spot all the time in a relationship.”

bakugou lets every word sink into his skin like the sunscreen he slapped on earlier.

“i’d adjust for my girlfriend.” in other words he’d adjust for you. “i’d probably wanna do a lil more than cuddle in the mornin’.” if i woke up beside you.

that gets you staring at his lips. pink and in a small smirk. he has to be an eater. you want to run your tongue along the scar on his cheek. feel his hands back on your body.

“that’s good to know, katsuki. really good to know.”

you’re trying to be serious but the giggles spill out of you faster than you can catch.

“is it too early to say i’ve never felt tension like this before? if we weren’t in here….,” you trail off, you know exactly what you want to say.

“no i get it. fuckin’ magnetic,” then he wipes under his nose. he’s eager for any piece of you you’re willing to give. if it’s a touch, a thought, a look. anything. “if we weren’t here what?”

he’s so naturally flirtatious. you don’t think he even means to be. he’s cutely bad at eye contact sometimes, like your presence overwhelms him. then other times, like when it’s just you and him, it feels you’re the only one in the villa, actually the whole planet.

you lean in closer to his face, nose to nose, “i’m not telling you yet.” then you’re back sitting up straight.

“fine, princess. what’s your morning like?”

“well, mr pro hero, i always wanna be in bed as long as possible. cuddles in bed, morning sex, breakfast in bed, some shitty tv. on the weekend at least.”

bakugou raises his eyebrows, “just the weekend? we can stretch that midweek too, i think.”

you’re trying to hide your smile, biting it down, “and then after i’m happy and fed, you can do whatever you do in the gym.”

“fucked and fed.”

you slap his arm, “katsuki!”

he grabs your hand in the air and shrugs his shoulders. then sweetest, he loops his fingers with yours, “‘m not wrong.”

it’s the demons that push you to ask your next question. you’re supposed to find out about his family, his background, there’s so many questions you can ask about his job.

“what’s your favourite position?”

you wish you were wearing sunglasses right now, so you can subtly stare at his abdomen and all the scars that run over it.

bakugou’s laugh is short and huffy, like he wasn’t expecting that question but he’ll entertain you with an answer.

“i hope you know that even though i’ve never had a girlfriend, it doesn’t mean i fuck around.”

ah yes. this gorgeous prohero has never been locked down. it’s a fact he said a few days ago at the firepit. you’re not sure whether to take it as a red flag or not.

you’ve got no reason to assume he’s lying to you yet so you nod.

“okay! now answer me.”

he squeezes your hand in his, now resting your hands on his stomach. katsuki’s really thinking about this question, scrunching his nose and then releasing.

“this isn’t a cop out, but i love missionary where i have my partner folded,” then he flickers his gaze over to you, “y’know. like her knees to her ears. get to see her face and go deep.”

fuck, fuck, fuck. fuck.

“that’s like equally romantic, equally dirty.” you’re so turned on you hope it isn’t obvious. has anyone gone to the hideaway during the day?

bakugou shrugs. he wonders how you’d sound moaning his name. “i like knowin’ for sure i’m makin’ them feel good. tell me yours.”

with your other hand, you can’t help it, you’re back to drawing shapes on his chest. his other hand is back on your thigh, “i like when the guy is sitting and i’m sitting on top of him. the lotus position? that one is insane.”

“you’re just like me. you love some eye contact and feelin’ it deep, huh?”

you’re smiling at him, “and we can kiss while i cockwarm you.”

you both never realise when you switch to making it personal. like you know someday in the future you both will be doing this.

“cockwarm?” he pushes his sunglasses up his nose. squeezes your thigh.

“if your dick was inside me but not moving or thrusting. thats cockwarming.”

bakugou stares at your lips when you talk, how they curl and go into o shapes.

“oh fuck,” he breathes, tapping your thigh with two fingers, “yeah, that’s sexy.”

“hm,” you mumble, adjusting to now lay slightly on top of him. you stretch your legs out beside his, your arm across his chest and your head just under his.

there’s a few seconds of silence, choosing what’s the best decision to take next that doesn’t include having sex with you somewhere.

“we gotta talk about somethin’ else before i drag you into that fuckin’ hideaway at god knows what time it is.” he grunts, pulling at his shorts and adjusting his body on the bed. katsuki pulls off his sunglasses to rub a palm down his face.

“okay, okay!” you perch your head on his chest and his hand drifts down to your lower back. “when did you move here? you grew up in japan, right?”

he leaves his glasses off now, “yeah i did, i moved here about five years ago? i live in the south now.”

“i live near there too! about an hour drive,” something in common. “so, you must know some japanese.”

he chuckles and you feel his body shake under you, “it’s my native language so i know pretty much everythin’, babe.”

katsuki’s fascinated at how easy this is with you. that apparently it just took him to go in a dating show to find a woman he wants to keep forever.

you sit up on his chest slightly, tits now in his face and lips so reachable. his cock aches just a little.

“say something.”

“what should i say?”

“anything.”

bakugou thinks for a seconds then grins. he says a sentence and you only recognise one word.

“matcha? did you say matcha?” you pout, “you sound so sexy.”

you didn’t think he could get sexier. his voice is deeper in japanese, heck, it’s husky and intimate.

“i did,” he says in english, “any guesses?”

“something about me with my matcha?”

“close. i said ‘you want head first, matcha second in the morning’.”

you burst into giggles at that, your forehead flopping onto his shoulder. bakugou feels his heart swell at making you laugh.

“you’re so stupid,” you grin, “i know how to say hello and thank you.”

nearly everybody knows how to say that in japanese but bakugou thinks you’re incredibly cute. especially because you look so proud at your knowledge.

“go on then.”

“konnichiwa ! and arigato !”

bakugou thinks he’s going to die. especially, when he doesn’t say a word and your smile slowly drops into confusion.

“was that wrong? did i pronounce those wrong?”

“no, no, no. you’re perfect, just real fuckin’ cute, baby.”

“okay, good. arigato katsuki!”

“no problem, princess. now tell me about your family. who do i have to look out for?”

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a 5.4k headcanon of you and bakugou’s journey on love island. like it’s literally a whole season beginning to end. i went crazy writing this. i started and couldn’t stop. (youre gonna have to know like the general gist of the show to read this and it’s based on the british one because i am bri’ish :)). (if there’s typos i’ll fix them another day lol)

fluff, angst, only one line of smut (more suggestive) pg-16 i’d say, like the actual show lol

· bakugou katsuki knows exactly what he wants in a girl. from physical attributes to personality and there’s no way he’s about to settle for anything less

· he’s in the first set of boys so he gets to choose whether to step forward for any of the girls

· he doesn’t. which isn’t surprising to the rest of the cast (pro hero dynamight is known for being picky with his girls)

· all the girls line up for him though, frowning at whatever girl he’s already temporarily partnered up with

· ends up with one girl who’s okay he thinks. knows he’s gonna end up with her and gonna friendzone her as soon as possible.

· soon enough when they’re settled in the villa she and all the other girls know he’s practically made himself off limits.

· choosing to sleep in the spare beds or the day beds instead of his assigned one. doesn’t make a morning coffee for anyone but himself and is only as friendly as bakugou can be with everyone.

· till one evening, everyone’s dressed in their best fast fashion pieces when the first pretty bombshell girl rolls in

· it’s you. and bakugou is in love. or maybe not love but he stares are you with a lust filled gaze and damn, he wants to be coupled with you.

· he makes his intentions clear to the rest of the boys. simply says, “i like her” when he notices you walk in first, getting up from his seat, extra flute of prosecco in hand as he walks over to you.

· the rest of the cast just stares at him, eyes wide at the fact this is the first time he’s shown interest in any girl the few days he’s been here. even the camera crew is focused on him, zooming in at him and everyone’s reactions to it.

· you look a little nervous, disguised by your tight little dress, makeup done perfectly and hair falling prettily in place. gazing at the cast all around the firepit, you send a little wave, “hey everybody!”

· but before you could step any closer, already a man is jogging up the steps to you. dressed in a loose silky green shirt, but his pectorals stand prominently with black dress pants. and shit. he’s so fine. you’re no longer thinking of how you’re looking because it’s your first time on tv. but instead, damn, who is this and you needa know more now.

· to your luck, he offers you the flute, a slanted smirk on his face as his eyes flick over your body. it makes you stand up straighter. “thank fuck. i’ve been waiting for you to come in.”

· you laugh nervously, accepting the drink and taking a sip to hide the fact you’re hot all over from this very attractive man’s presence.

· “for me? do we know each other?”

· “nope. but we’re about too.”

· the first night you both aren’t coupled up yet but bakugou is making it very clear he wants you, without saying it specifically. and you’re into the attention.

· he’s been low-key flirting all night, staring at you over the top of his drink and floating around you whenever you talk with the other guys. even if you didn’t want to think about bakugou, well he’s making sure you don’t forget him.

· when you’re getting ready for bed, brushing your teeth at the sink he comes to join you and holy shit you’re trying your best to keep your emotions together. no way are you about to stare at his waterboard abs and the way he’s perfectly tanned and his underwear is hanging so low and-

· no, you keep brushing your teeth, staring at yourself in the mirror.

· he leans against the wall and crosses his arms. he’s totally not staring at the way you’re braless and half your ass is hanging out in those tiny shorts.

· “where’re you sleepin’ tonight?”

· “one of the spare beds. one of the girls even asked to share in case i felt lonely.”

· “wanna keep me company in the day bed?”

· and you can’t lie, the shock written over your face. in the most attractive way you can, you spit out your toothpaste and wipe your face.

· “you’re already moving on from your couple?” you tease with a smile, because you want him so bad. you hope he can’t tell yet.

· “nah we were just put together, we both don’t want each other. friendship couple shit.”

· now you turn to him, cocking one hip and crossing your arms. it only pushes your breasts up.

· “awh, you’re so kind. offering her the bed while you sleep outside with the mosquitoes.” you flirt.

· he only rolls his eyes, “what can i say? i’m a gentleman.”

· you send him a laugh, walking past him. into the girl’s makeup room to get your slippers.

· he follows lazily behind you, arms still crossed and eyes taunting you on their own, “so what, you wanna share babe?”

· was this the right choice? already sharing a bed with a guy on your first day? fuck it.

· “yeah sure. no touching though, this is just a tester,” you wiggle your finger at him, now in your slippers to walk past him to the day bed outside, bakugou following beside you hot on your tail.

· and to your luck, there’s no touching, not even a kiss which itself was a test with the heavy sexual tension between you both. though, not that your bar for men was low but you liked how he simply respected your wishes, didn’t try anything with you at all. just some light chatter and giggles, before slipping off to sleep.

· and from then on you guys are two peas in a pod. the couple everyone thinks will last the longest, the couple all the viewers at home love and definitely the couple that will secure the most brand deals when you leave.

· the sexual tension stays between you both at all times. fluttering touches at your waist, his single finger tracing the length of your thigh when you sit next to him and the staring between you both is constant.

· both across the kitchen counter and you’re there with heart eyes and your sunglasses at the tip of your nose. when he cooks, you’re staring at the length of his toned body, the way he chops up some fruit for you or the way he makes your iced coffee. and when you’re not near him he’ll always randomly find you and hand it over to you. making you feel like a teenage girl the way he moves so nonchalantly, treating you so daintily and making it clear you’re coupled with him, even when you weren’t officially.

· bakugou was adamant that your first kiss can’t be in a challenge. he wanted it to be serious, real and not sloppy for the sake of winning some dumb prize. so one evening, everyone dressed their prettiest, the day before the first recoupling, he calls you over for a chat.

· in your head you’re begging that he’s gonna talk about what you think he’s gonna talk about.

· bakugou’s quick, mouth open before your ass has even touched the seat, “so I’m gonna come out with it just incase you don’t want it and we can go do whatever the fuck we were doin’.”

· you just nod, waiting for him to continue. your foot is tapping impatiently on the ground and you’re staring at his lips, the way they curve when he talks and his bright red eyes that are intimidating from afar but so welcoming up close.

· “tomorrow’s the recouplin’ and i just wanted to see if we’re on the same page. if you’d like to recouple with me?”

· you don’t give in to your wants to wrap your arms around this man’s neck and kiss him senseless, because yes you wanna recouple with him, you wanna do a little more too. instead, you just calmly say, “sure, i’d like to couple up with you.”

· bakugou lets out a short laugh, “sure, I’d like to couple up with you” he mimics in your voice and you hit his arm, “easy for you to sound calm when I’m the one doin’ the askin’. i know you want me just as much as i want you.”

· you’re obsessed with his bluntness, so you do it back, “yeah that’s true. do you wanna do something about it or should i?” you’re sentence falling to a whisper, and you can tell from bakugou’s dilated pupils that he’s just as excited.

· simultaneously your heads move in closer, and you feel like youre in a disney movie, noses touching and his breath tickling your lips he whispers, “you’re beautiful.”

· your heart is literally burning and you could have screamed at how cute and at the same time how high the sexual tension between you both was. you crash your lips onto his and bakugou’s quick to cup your cheek, whilst you grip his hair. you’re sitting on him at this point, legs swinging off his lap as he pulls you closer.

· the only thing that pulls you both away, wasn’t the fact you were lacking air but the screams and cheers from the rest of the islanders.

· you guys win the majority of the challenges or are always in the top 3. bakugou is competitive as fuck which excites you and makes you want to try your best just to make him happy. in the interview room when you guys are messy, either drenched with paint or some type of food and youre excitedly chatting to the camera about what happened and he’s love struck by you, staring at your lips as you talk. causes the embarrassing moment when he doesn’t realise you’ve asked him a question because he’s staring so intently.

· “katsuki (you’re on first name basis now too lol) ?! katsuki i asked you a question!”

· and he’s blinking like he’s clearing his thoughts, he looks dead in the camera with an awkward thumbs up, “i agree with what she said.”

· you only slap his arm and roll your eyes with a dopey smile because he’s so ENDEARING !!! he nudges his nose into your cheek to kiss you hehe

· JEALOUSYYYYY surprisingly it comes from you first !!!

· a new girl is about to come into the villa and texted two boys she wants to meet on a date beforehand and to your disgust she chooses your man.

· and youre repeating in your head it’s just a game, that’s the point ! but the newcomers have been watching the show, she knows you both are together !!! does she wanna break you both up on purpose??

· and when katsuki is getting dressed for his date with this random girl, you stroll in with a pout, your arms crossed grumpily in the skimpiest bikini.

· “what’s with your face, pretty?” he asks, staring at you through the mirror as he buttons up a white linen shirt.

· “what do you think? you’re going on a fucking date.” and you’re glaring off to the side because it’s not his fault but he doesn’t even look uncomfortable with it.

· “stop with that shit, you’re the only girl i’m gonna want in this place. you think i’m gonna throw everything we’ve got away? you’ve got it fucked babe.” and he leans in to give you a kiss on your lips, hand trailing down to squeeze at your bare ass. as he’s about to pull away, you pull him back in, catching his tongue while his mouth is open. you guys make out, only interrupted by someone walking through the door.

· “woah y/n, you know he’s coming back right?” kirishima laughs, all dressed up as the second pick for the date.

· you pull away from katsuki, turning around to face kirishima while bakugou adjusts his trousers if you know what i mean.

· “i know. just so he doesn’t forget me.”

· and on the date bakugou’s civil, polite, doing the bare minimum so nobody could say he was necessarily rude. bringing you up in conversation with the girl as much as he can so she gets the message.

· makes you smile wide when the girl comes to the villa later and pulls you aside to say how katsuki wouldn’t stop talking about you on the date and didn’t do anything with her. was even gonna give her a handshake to say goodbye before the producers asked him to give her a hug. and your chest warms up to the brim, your eyes even start to water and you blame it on the fact you’ve been trapped in this villa for a few weeks now and perhaps it’s the insanity that makes it feel like love. you say thank you to the girl as she hopes there’s no hard feelings between you both and you nod and say there’s not.

· right after though bakugou jogs over to you on the long swinging bench, dressed back in his shorts since he’s seen you tear up whilst talking to the girl.

· he cups your head and moving chest to chest with you. “what did she say? why’d she make you cry?” he wipes your tears with his thumbs and it makes you wanna cry more because he’s so sweet.

· “you! you made me cry!”

· “hah? she didn’t say i did something did she?”

· “yes, she said u did everything !!” and bakugou is quick to let go of your face, about to storm over to her when you rest your palm softly on his chest. it soothes him instantly. “said how you spoke about me loads and didn’t flirt with her once. even said you were a little boring.” you giggle, smiling toothily at him.

· “huh.” he pauses, blushing slightly. “well i said you’re the only girl i want, didn’t i?”

· “yeah, guess you did.” you blink at him twice before throwing yourself at him in a hug, catching him off guard as he falls back into the swinging sofa, his hands on your waist. you kiss all over his face, leaving no place untouched and he laughs under you, all rough and boyish. has the cameras zooming in because he’s rarely ever like this.

· kirishima and new girl on his arm, her names momo you later learn, strolls up the strange scene. “what’s going on here?” he laughs. bakugou’s laid flat whilst you’re on top of him, one of his legs hanging off the bench.

· “nothin’. (you’re catching onto the way he speaks now, leaving the gs off words. bkg calls u his mini me and so do the viewers) he just likes me. a lot.”

· and bakugou says nothing to that because it’s true, only runs his hand up your side and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

· first time bakugou lives up to his explosive personality is when one of the guys is chatting shit about you. one of your best friends in the villa, mina is partnered up with him and you’ve just told her you don’t think he’s gonna be loyal to her. you laid out the facts and the evidence, even some other girls agreeing.

· with you and the girls chatting together across the villa, bakugou’s staying out the drama (only ever in it when he’s gossiping privately to you lmao bakugou is a GOSSIP !). only when he’s making a drink for himself, he can hear mina’s guy chatting the most shit saying how you’re a snake, you’re fake and how you only care about the money so you’re ruining every other couple in order to win.

· now bakugou can ignore when people say stuff about him. he knows what’s right about himself so what’s the point? but your name getting dragged through the dirt? he’s not having it.

· so, he plops down in a seat beside the guy who’s been doing all the talking. not surprised at everyone’s wide eyes and the way they’ve stopped talking in his presence.

· “what? keep talkin’ then. i already heard you when i was in the kitchen.” and bakugou is taunting him with his eyes, daring him to continue.

· and the guy tries to play it off, “ha, calm down bakugou, man. i’m just playing around. your girl just likes to stir up a bit of trouble.”

· and the tensions high, bakugou’s eyes turning to slits, “nah man, i think she’s right. if you’re so mad about the situation go fix it. not chatting shit about y/n when she can’t defend herself.” then for good measure he adds, “fuckin’ prick.”

· and the guy, with nothing to say and his pride hurt stands up abruptly, only making bakugou gaze up at him unaffected. (this is about to sound really british but I AM BRITISH LMAO) “wot you say?? do you wanna go or something?? say it with your chest bro.”

· and bakugou does not care about this guy, not one bone in his body nervous. he stands up, standing an inch taller and multiple inches wider. “i said you’re a fucking prick. don’t let me catch you even mentioning y/n again.”

· at this point the rest of the guys have stood up so a fight doesn’t escalate and the love island security is on standby but they wanna keep the cameras rolling as long as possible. you and the girls have noticed the commotion, you jogging to the scene with your water bottle in hand.

· “what’s going on babe?” you panic, looking between bakugou and the guy.

· “nothin’ babe,” is all he says whilst you grab his hand to drag him to sit on the day bed. his two best friends kirishima and kaminari, who just came back in from a date roll up too, plopping beside you both.

· bakugou catches you three up on what happened, and in the next island vote that guy is out lmao.

· one of your first and only troubling incidents was of course casa amour !! when you found the postcard with lots of photos of the boys living it up in the new villa. your darling bakugou seated with a new girl on his lap and your heart literally drops to your ass. (you know the newest season when chloe finds the postcard of all the boys at casa amour???)

· your eyes are already bubbling up with tears running to the other girls and thrusting it in their faces. they all immediately look for their man who’s doing something even worse. still being so lovely they comfort you, arms around your shoulders and you comfort them too.

· words like “you know bakugou more than all of us. do you really think he’s already found a new girl after a couple days??”

· but you’re already sniffing, so obsessed with bakugou (you know the islanders get a little bonkers with no outside contact lol) and feeling utterly heartbroken. you’re not sure what to believe. with only this postcard as any memory of him and it looking like he’s moving on with another girl, you’re assuming the worst.

· so, like a few other girls you try to talk to the new boys that have come to your villa while the others are in casa amour. you chat to one of the boys that were interested in you from the start but you clearly stated already that you were off limits.

· his name is shindou and although he’s nice and sweet he’s not your katsuki. and you miss him like hell. still sleeping in the day bed with mina and momo, and gossiping about the boys in casa.

· when the day rolls around for the boys to come back, you decided not to pair up with shindou which he understood, keeping with your gut that katsuki will come back alone.

· which to nobodies’ surprise but you, he did !! and you wanted to laugh at the way he looked so nervous when he scanned for your face and then completely relieved when nobody was beside you. he gave you one massive bear hug, kissing your face all over, whispering “i missed you” between every one.

· (articles on the outside going wild at how pro hero dynamights gone soft and jokingly how he needs to come back to save lives or you’ll make him a househusband)

· you accept all his love, his grin wide as he sits at the campfire with you. “i knew you’d wait for me.”

· but you’re quick, postcard still on your mind, “wish i could say the same about you.” you whispered, but everyone picked up on it.

· “hah? what do you mean?”

· “we’ll talk about it later.” you whisper, not wanting to cause a scene because it could be nothing.

· and as soon as the campfire scene is over, the cast is back in the villa with a few new faces, bakugou finds you immediately, dragging you to the top of the terrace.

· “tell me what you meant. you didn’t think i’d come back for you?”

· “the postcard katsuki. why was another girl sitting on your lap?”

· and bakugou’s head is spinning from the accusation. and a postcard? what postcard?

· you feel anger bubbling up in your chest. “they sent us a postcard with pictures of you guys in casa. there was a picture of you with a girl on your lap.” you say it with a blank face, refusing to touch him.

· “a girl on my lap?” and bakugou is trying to remember the situation. but your blank face and the anger seeping in your eyes is making him panic, making him spit out anything that comes to mind. “i never even fuckin’ spoke to another girl when i was there?? i never even fuckin’ touched one?”

· and you’re frowning at him like he’s stupid because you had photo evidence, “bakugou i saw the picture. why are you lying?” and now youre already feeling the anger turn to tears. why is he lying to you? you think you love him and was everything between you a lie now? brain moving a million miles an hour, you run away from him, not wanting to see you cry.

· bakugou shouts after you but you don’t stop. mina sees you first running to wrap you in her arms and drag you up to the makeup room so you could be alone. momo follows along too.

· and you tell them he’s being defensive and saying he didn’t touch any girls but you all have seen the photo. they’re in disbelief that bakugou would do something as stupid as lie when there’s evidence so they do their best to comfort you, calling him dumb names to make you smile before cleaning yourself up and sleeping with you in the day bed. bakugou catches you in your pyjamas, pillow in hand to sleep outside instead of your normal couple bed with the rest of the islanders.

· “i heard you’re sleeping outside with the girls.” he states. feeling the urge to grab you and make you listen to him. for him to rearrange his words and take back what he said. but you look worn out and he knows it’s probably best to do it in the morning.

· “just wanna be away from you at the moment. we can talk about it tomorrow.” you don’t look at him. staring out the windowed door to where momo and mina are settling into your bed for tonight.

· bakugou hangs on to the idea of talking tomorrow, “yes we will. i-“ and he wants to say he loves you, casa amour made him realise he loves you. but he holds it back for another day. “goodnight y/n”

· you nod back, walking over to your friends, letting you sleep in the middle of them.

· the next morning, bakugou is doting and eager. handing you your iced coffee as you’re doing your makeup, filling up your water bottle and as soon as you come downstairs, he asks to talk.

· you only nod, letting him do all the work. you choose to sit in a secluded area, so nobody else can listen in.

· “sorry.” he starts and you only frown.

· “for what?”

· “for what i said yesterday. i panicked. you looked so angry and i thought i was goin’ to lose you and i genuinely couldn’t remember what you were talkin’ about.”

· “but the pic-“

· he interrupts you, “yeah that fuckin’ picture. i swear it was only for a split second, kiri wanted to take a group photo of us all so she came and dumped herself on my lap. i didn’t get a choice in it and she came off right when he was finished.”

· you feel your bottom lip wobble and you curse yourself for being so emotional. you weren’t this emotional before you got to the villa. you focus on the straw of your named water bottle, flicking it up and down.

· “don’t cry baby please. i can get kiri’s phone if you want and i can show you the full uncropped picture? it didn’t mean anything to me which was why i didn’t remember, i don’t even remember the girls name.”

· you pat his thigh to placate him, “it’s okay katsu, i believe you. sorry for assuming.”

· “no, my bad for not fuckin thinking like an idiot.” he notices you smile.“can i hug you?”

· you nod, letting him wrap up his arms around your figure and pulling him to your chest. you instantly melt when you’re against him, his skin on yours and you finally let out one big sigh. “fuck i missed you.” he breathed and he feels you nod again, “missed you too.”

· and the last scenario i have is when he finally asks you to be exclusive and tells you he loves you.

· to your surprise instead of getting ready for bed like everyone else, bakugou has his arms around your waist, your back to his chest and his head perched on your shoulder. he’s looking out in the distance and you assume it’s at the view.

· “what’re you thinking about?”

· and he surprises you, “do you wanna go in the pool whilst everyone’s sleeping?”

· your first question is “why? are we even allowed to?”

· he rolls his eyes and scoffs at how you first think about the rules, “yeah we can, pretty. i’ve already asked the producers.”

· now you’re already suspicious of something because why are the producers letting bakugou do this? but you shrug, excited for something new, some privacy with your favourite boy (even if that included the camera crew and the whole world).

· So, when everyone was fast asleep, you weren’t sure what time it was, bakugou dragged you out of the bed to the dead silent villa. a soft breeze and warm spanish air hitting your skin. only dressed in your pyjamas you ask, “you sure you wanna go in the pool? i’m not even in a bikini.”

· “shut up princess, we’re going in the damn pool,” he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. you fight your squeals as to not wake anyone up.

· “katsuki, what the fuck! i care! i don’t wanna be in soggy clothes-“ but before you know it you’ve been thrown in the cold pool, one massive splash and as you’re about to bob up for air, another splash crashes beside you, splashing you once again.

· you playfully whine at him, but your endeared by his slanted smile at you and the way his usual spikey hair flops onto his forehead. “i hate you, you’re so annoying.”

· bakugou only splashes you before wrapping you up in his arms so you couldn’t escape. “let go of me katsuki it’s freezing!”

· when he finally does, he lifts you up to sit at the edge of the pool, shuffling to stand between your legs. you both look at each other for a few moments. heavy breathing from your scuffling and the thrill of being out whilst everyone’s asleep. staring down at him you trace his jaw with the tip of his finger whilst his large callous hands rest on your thighs.

· “are you gonna tell me what brought on this spontaneous activity?” you ask and a flash of nervousness is seen in bakugou’s eyes.

· he straightens up a little, brushing his wet strands of hair out of his eyes, “i wanted to ask you something.”

· you smile immediately, knowing an idea of what he’s about to ask. bakugou’s quick to glance away from your grin, a smile of his own sneaking up. “don’t fuckin’ look at me like that. this shit is so predictable.”

· “no it’s not. you could be asking me if you wanna adopt an endangered lion. or asking me if i wanna have tea in the morning instead of iced coffee or you could be asking me if you could break up with me or you-“

· “i’m askin’ if you wanna be exclusive. i know we kinda already are and we spoke ages ago about how girlfriend boyfriend labels are really fast here compared to the real world. but i wanna let you know i want a proper label not just the girl i’m coupled with.”

· you’re practically jumping off your seat at this point but bakugou speaks again, “unless you do wanna be boyfriend and girlfriend. i’m up to being your boyfriend.” he rambles out and you’re so overwhelmed with this beautiful man infront of you, standing in the freezing pool in just his underwear, you in your soggy pyjamas with the view of spain infront of you. what could be better?

· so, you kiss and kiss him, till you can’t breathe. bakugou coming up for air to ask, “wait, what do you wanna be?” “let’s stick with exclusive, yeah?”

· and he nods and you kiss for a while longer, until bakugou says he can’t feel his balls because the water is so cold.

· and it reminds him of the first day he met you, asking you to share a bed with him as he follows behind you hand in hand. the realisation of how fast your relationship had been making him spurt out.

· “i love you.” you stop in your steps, letting go of his hand.

· “no fuckin’ way.” you reply staring at him owlishly.

· bakugou’s nervous again because he wasn’t expecting that response, “it’s okay if you don’t like me like that yet. i just-“

· “i love you too katsuki. i thought i’d be the one to say it first. so did the girls.”

· and it’s another celebration all over again, hands all over each other, lips on each other’s skin and being young and horny, pool chlorine everywhere, you both shower together too in the early am, getting each other off.

· and you think it’s all so intimate and beautiful. him blushing through it all and so loving… and not to sound stupid but you never thought you’d find the one on a tv show? let alone love island?

· coming first place always brings negative energy idk. when people come first place in shows they never get as far as people that came second or third. so i say you guys came second or third lmao.

· kaminari and idk jirou going first with their crazy rocky relationship which was entertaining and unexpected to watch. a whole enemies to lovers. though you and bakugou are definitely a fan favourite, remembered even when the seasons over like molly mae and tommy lmao.

· you and bakugou do the girlfriend boyfriend label three weeks after you leave the villa just to be sure and even moved in together a month after. you both didn’t live very far away anyway so you never even had to do the long distance.

· i feel like i wrote a whole season of love island here beginning to end and idk if anyone else is obsessed with love island bakugou as much as me and i should have wrote this when love island was actually on bc i only thought about bakugou whilst watching it lmao !!

· tell me what you think and any headcanon you have hehe

[bfbkg]

love island bkg and just making out with him during the day on the day bed. bakugou on the outside is soooo anti pda. he’d never make out with anybody just in the open. but all his ideals disappear when he’s beside you half naked in the sticky heat and you’ve already spoke about everything there is in the world to speak about so his lips are just dragged to sit upon yours. everyone else is dotted around, walking past, on the other side, cooking in the kitchen.

it honestly looks like you’re about to fuck with how intense the kiss gets. bakugou’s a second into flipping you under him to start grinding into you and from the angle all your friends are standing at, they can see your tongue entering his mouth. it looks like you’re about to eat each other.

“wow, that’s hot.”

“do they realise we can see them?”

“i don’t think they care.”

his hand is holding your head in place, the cameras are zooming in like they’re about to film a porno instead of evening reality tv. you’ve even locked a leg around his waist and both your arms at his neck.

if they put this clip in the edit, they’re going to need subtitles for the viewers because of how low you’re talking.

“i want you so bad,” it sounds like you’re about to cry.

he growls into your mouth, your lips brushing against his. “imagine my fingers inside of you, stretchin’ out your lil pussy for my cock.”

“oh my god,” you blurt, you can feel your heartbeat throughout your body as if you’re one sensitive nerve. of fucking course this man can dirty talk. you haven’t been on the edge like this in your life. “no, get off me. i need to go into the pool or something. a cold shower.”

one light press of your palm in the centre of his chest and he falls onto his back. he flings his forearm over his eyes and grunts, “fuck. sorry, i got carried away.”

“i started it,” you breathe, both of you laying beside each other with heaving chests.

“i continued it.”

“i said i wanted to fuck you—,”

“guys, the hideaway is always through there. you don’t have to fuck in front of us!”

[bfbkg]

Do you ever think love island bkg would end up in a really bad argument where his partner lets him know that what he did genuinely hurt her and she’s ignoring him for like a day or two and there’s high tension between everyone because it’s so out of the blue and everyone thinks they’re like THE couple but then he’s doing everything possible during those days to make up for his mistake and that’s when yearner bkg makes his appearance on tv

AFTER THE BEEF

cw: this is so nom nom nom to me. my biggest issue as a writer is i love grovelling and writing arguments but i never know what the arguments should be about that doesn’t make it DETRIMENTAL!!! but love island eeeekkk we can do a few things. this is written as a long drabble L

i’m thinking maybe in the newest season… the boys go off out the villa and bkg is chosen to go on a date with a new bombshell. what he doesn’t realise is the date is being live-streamed back to you and the girls in the villa.

you’ve been in your couple for maybe two weeks now, going great going strong and you like him more than you can explain. katsuki’s funny without meaning to, he can flirt in a way that makes your heart race, he’s so perspective to your needs and he’s incredibly attractive. one look at him and you’re already crawling into his lap. with how much you feel for him so quickly, you think he feels the same but really, this is where you find that all out.

you’re looking pretty in the evening, sitting in a bean bag surrounded by your girls. your bestie, momo is holding your hand, your other friend, mina is laying her head on your shoulder.

you can barely breathe watching the new bombshell sitting at the table waiting for your lover to appear.

“she looks like me. doesn’t she look like me?” you warble, clenching your toes in your heels, “he’s definitely going to like her!”

all the girls hum in disagreement, though you don’t miss a few comments.

“she does… oddly alike.”

“she doesn’t! her hair is so much shorter and i bet she won’t sound anything about you. katsuki worships the ground you walk on. you’ll be okay, girl.”

you feel like you’re going to be sick.

then you all watch as the bombshell girl grins, standing up with her arms out and your tall blonde man walks into shot. it’s so not normal to be watching your man not man but the man you share a bed with every night on a date with another woman. said woman with similar hair, skin tone and height.

“i hate this. i hate this.” you repeat, head in your hands.

you’ve been going well with katsuki, almost too well. the producers had to shake something up.

“hi!” the girl sings, “i’ve seen so much about you!”

katsuki looks amazing. mouth watering in fact, with his navy satin shirt and dark bottoms. he takes her smaller frame in a one armed hug, bicep bulging as she hugs around his neck.

“you have? i’m katsuki by the way.” screen katsuki says.

“i’m sakura! lovely meeting you.”

“he’s just being nice right? is he already flirting with her?” you ask around. you get comments of agreement but not without a couple disagreements.

“possibly. hold on!”

“i love how you’re holding yourself in here. how has it been?” sakura asks as they settle themselves in their seats. she’s chatty, bubbly, just like you are and katsuki’s always told you he loves how you can chat his ear off. this is all sorts of fucked.

bakugou leans back in his seat, a slight slouch in his posture and his arms crossed. he doesn’t look inviting but it all gives into the nonchalance of it all, especially paired with a slow grin and glowy eyes.

“thanks, i’ve been trying to keep my head screwed on. it’s crazy in here.” he replies, “though i’ve been enjoyin’ it more than i thought with yn. she’s a great girl.”

you scrunch your nose, “great girl? i’m a great girl? what the fuck does that mean? and it? does that mean me or the experience?”

“we know how much katsuki likes you. he can’t get his hands off you here.”

“but i’m not there now with him. i think i’ve been played,” you panic, “look how he’s staring at her.”

“you’ve been with her from the beginning, one of the longest couples,” sakura pushes and bakugou nods, a sense of pride coming from him. “do you think you’re gonna last to the end?”

bakugou nods sternly, “yeah. though she’s open to get to know new people. well… not that i’d want her to.”

that gets sakura smiling, a testing flirtatious smile, “are you? open to know new people?”

“technically yes. we aren’t in a proper relationship.”

as soon as on screen bakugou finishes his statement, your reaction is given to you by your girls. the villa is taken over by shocked gasps, low whispers and momo wrapping your arms around your shoulders.

“oh he shouldn’t have said that. he’s giving her an opening.”

“yeah… maybe he isn’t who we thought after all.”

“yn, sweetheart, are you okay?”

you wipe the silent tears from under your eyes, not caring if it messes up your make up. you continue watching the boy you have a major, too big for your body crush on, on a date with another woman. hearing her giggle, hearing him huff a laugh and you aren’t mentioned again.

“we’re so fucking done.”

in two hours, all the masculine energy is returned back to the villa with two new girls. sakura and another girl who went on a date with two of the boys. you turn away when you hear the shouts and screams of their return, desperately wanting to lock yourself in the bathroom or crawl into bed away from seeing katsuki’s face.

your heart is broken, torn to shreds. especially when sakura taps your arm to give you a hug and a greeting. she smells lovely, floral with a hint of honey.

“hey! i’m sakura!”

you take a shaky breath. you can’t be mad at her, she’s doing what she came to do, “hi, i’m yn. nice to meet you.”

“baby!”

your spine stiffens at the familiar husky growl, the way it feels like the ground is shaking when he steps closer to you. immediately, you grip momo’s arm.

“i’m not talking to him.”

“hah? yn? baby!” he calls, when momo drags you into one of the seating areas off the kitchen.

bakugou frowns till he focuses on the rest of the girls and he’s frozen.

“what the fuck just happened?”

“you happened, idiot. you were flirting on your date, talking about getting to know new people and mentioned her once!”

bakugou’s eyes widen, “you watched the date?”

kirishima pops up from the corner, “did you watch mine? how did it go?”

mina points to kirishima, “yours was great actually. katsuki, yours was awful.”

bakugou blinks back to what he can remember he said. “we aren’t in a relationship though? she can get to know other people if she wants, i said i wouldn’t want that to happen?”

“then you said you are too!”

“because factually i can! doesn’t mean i want to!”

“but you didn’t say that did you!”

bakugou throws his head back to the sky. shit, he’s fucked it, he’s so completely fucked it. he looks over to where you’re sitting with momo catching your glare for a split second before you shift your whole body away from him.

“for fucks sake.”

bakugou stomps over to where you’re sitting and it burns at how you cringe at his appearance. hours ago you were laying all over him, kissing his neck, holding his hand. now you’re looking at him like he’s gum on your heel.

“yn, let me talk to—,”

“no,” you interrupt, not even bothering to give him eye contact, “go away.”

you look gorgeous tonight. a glittery purple dress he’d love to run his hands down. you’ve got these cute metal butterfly clips in your hair too. he wants to ask about them, count how many you’ve got.

“they told me you saw the date, let me explain myself—,”

that’s when you make eye contact with katsuki. furrowed brows and a snarl behind your teeth. he looks like a puppy with his tail between his legs, scratching his head awkwardly, legs twitching to come closer.

“i said no. i don’t want to talk to you. you can try again tomorrow,” then you scoff under your breath, “or never.”

that gets bakugou’s back up. three weeks together and you’re throwing it away like that?

“you can’t be mad at me if you haven’t even let me say why i said what i said? i don’t want to get to know sakura, i want you! i always have!” he raises his voice, throws his hands in the air.

that’s when you realise, maybe you don’t know this man at all. sure you’ve spent weeks together in bed, cuddling, kissing. you’ve told him your deepest fears and your favourite cities and your biggest dreams. but shouting at you? he must have lost his damn mind.

“are you insane? fuck off katsuki. don’t ever shout at me.” you point your finger to the rest of the group, all staring over with wide eyes, “i said leave. don’t make me tell you again.”

momo beside you takes your hand, “please katsuki. just talk tomorrow.”

slowly bakugou backs up, a bow to his head, “sorry. i’m sorry.”

with that he turns away, ignoring the calls of his name from the rest of the guys and heads straight inside, up the stairs to the terrace to sit alone.

kirishima and mina join him after ten minutes while a few more girls join you on the sofa.

you successfully avoid bakugou for the rest of the night. sitting nowhere near him, letting your friends come to you and leaving the kitchen as soon as he steps in. you notice the pitiful gazes across the villa, the guys try to step in with “he’s a good guy, however he came across in the date it wasn’t as bad as it looked.”

that makes you roll your eyes because you saw the raw footage of the date. how can you ignore what you saw?

until it’s bed time and bakugou finds you about to brush your teeth in the bathroom. he whispers over to you, shirtless in his pyjama bottoms while your friends giggle amongst themselves about events earlier today.

“do you want me to sleep somewhere else?”

he looks at you through the mirror in your skimpy pyjama shorts and long sleeve top.

you give him half a second of attention, “do whatever you want.”

then you stick your toothbrush in your mouth, signifying the conversation is over.

bakugou rubs a palm over his face in exasperation, stomping out the bathroom.

when you step into the shared bedroom, you see katsuki under the covers in your shared bed. he looks over at you nervously, stretching his arms and following every step you make.

“hope it’s okay i stayed,” he says to you as you put your water bottle down, a few spot patches on your face and bonnet on your head.

you make an unimpressed hmpf to show you heard him before climbing into bed and turning away from him.

the silent treatment from you is painful. especially when he remembers how just last night, you were tucked under his arm, begging him for a kiss with your leg thrown over his hips.

you both don’t say a word until the lights turn off and he notices how you don’t even say goodnight to your friends around you. though he can tell you’re not asleep yet.

“i’m talkin’ to you tomorrow. first thing. don’t give up on me yet.”

(for viewers watching at home, the subtitles are up!)

you’re slipping through his fingers like sand. you don’t say anything to him but you do turn around to look at him, finding him already staring back. you’re dying to kiss and make up, have him like you did before. but the anger, the humiliation from watching him on that date burns inside you.

you turn back away from him in silence. in about ten minutes, you feel the bed dip on the other side and you look just in time to see bakugou leaving to sleep on the day beds. that’s when the floodgates break and you’re left sobbing in the bed.

in the morning when the lights pop on, bakugou isn’t beside you and all memories of yesterday flood back to you. you’re on bad terms with him right now, actually horrible ones. you need to talk to him, sakura too probably. but you’re still mad.

he barely spoke about you. he said he can still talk to other people, that you can. great girl? and “enjoying it more than i thought with yn.” what the hell is that supposed to mean?

“katsuki didn’t sleep beside you?” momo from across the room asks you.

you shove your sunglasses on your face.

“nope.” you pop the p.

“ahhh you’re still mad at him. he didn’t do anything!” shinsou from across the room moans and all the girls have your back, snapping at him quicker than you can.

that’s when bakugou appears, pushing open the door rubbing at his eye. his attractiveness disgusts you. messy bed head, sleep lines across his chest. in his tight underwear as he stomps over to your shared bed.

as soon as he gets in, you slide out, making your way to the bathroom.

“i didn’t think she’d still be mad. i really fucked it.” bakugou grunts, forearm over his eyes.

“start grovelling, kats,” mina says, walking past his bed.

and bakugou does start.

brings you your morning matcha when you’re doing your hair at the girls makeup table.

“‘ts got hazelnut syrup in.” he says to you and still you don’t look him in the eyes.

“thanks.”

then when you’re strapped in your new bikini, ass cheeks out, flip flops on and a silk scarf around your head. bakugou corners you as soon as you step outside.

“hey,” he scratches the back of his head, struggling to make eye contact. it humours you slightly to see him stumble over you. “you look beautiful. i made you breakfast.”

you scan him. navy knee length shorts on and a cap. he hooks his sunglasses on his shorts, a trend he started and a few of the boys have copied.

“cool. where is it?”

bakugou blinks at you, amazed that you actually are about to follow him.

“oh, uh yeah, around here.”

you follow him around to sit on the stool. “looks nice.” you say quietly and bakugou smiles.

you’re like fine china, if he does anything wrong you might break.

just when you’re about to eat, bakugou sits beside you and rubs his hands, “so about yesterday—,”

“can we talk when i’m finished eating?”

bakugou straightens his back, “oh shit, sorry. yeah we can.”

you both slide into silence. you munching while bakugou crosses his arms and looks to the distance.

“are you just gonna sit there? have you eaten?”

“i ate when i was making yours,” he curses under his breath, looks over at you, “i shoulda fuckin’ waited so i could eat with you.”

that makes you laugh, his first laugh from you in what feels like eons.

“silly move, kats. now it’s awkward with you watching me.”

he smiles slightly, just a little, “fine, i’m lookin’ away. thinkin’ about what i wanna say to you. take your time.”

and he does. he turns away from you, looking off in the distance with his head in his palm.

he wants to say how he missed your morning kiss, your late night make out. he missed talking about the four hours he had away from you yesterday and he wants to hear about what you got up to… well minus watching his date with the new bombshell. he’s all sorts of in trouble. he’s never missed anyone so much and has only been away from them for four hours.

when you finish eating, bakugou follows behind you to sit on one of the sofas in the corner. the same sofas he told you to fuck off from yesterday. he gets a few thumbs up from the guys across the villa, warning glares from your friends too. he can’t fuck up here. there’s no way.

you plop down in your seat, flinging one leg over the other and adjusting your sunglasses on your face. your posture is impeccable, face beautiful with an impenetrable energy.

bakugou takes a shaky breath.

“go on. explain yourself.”

“could… could you explain why you’re mad so i can explain myself from there?”

you look at him over your sunglasses, “are you serious? no katsuki.”

he sharpens his back, nods rapidly, “okay, okay. well fuck. so i’m sorry. hated seeing you upset ‘cause of me. it’s never my aim.” bakugou shakes his hands before you.

“sakura chose me for the date and it was fine. we’d be good friends but i don’t want to get to know her. i like you a whole lot, more than i can understand in such a short amount of time.”

you tilt your head, not letting yourself believe everything just yet. he can’t win so easily with you.

“you said that you can get to know other people and that i can too.”

bakugou nods, “yeah i did. sometimes i’m too literal. sakura wanted to get to know me, i know now that me sayin’ that makes her think she’s got an option with me. i don’t wanna get to know anybody. fuck, if i had to see you on a date with a man… i’d rather choke myself out.”

you hum as if you’d like that option.

“but to be clear, i only want you. since we have no labels, you can get to know anyone walkin’ through the door but i’d hate it.”

you look at your nails. he’s not doing bad. not bad at all.

“the comment about it’s better than you thought with me. did you think we wouldn’t last? you thought i’d be stupid? boring?” you push.

he shakes his head, “hah? i didn’t mean that like that. i meant being in the villa. thought i’d hate being bored and not workin’ and being away from my life. you’ve made this experience better than i could’ve imagined.”

he sniffs, looks around the villa, “i know i’ve already said but i like you so fuckin’ much. i can already see you in my life outside of here.”

you roll your lips in, brushing your top lip over your septum.

“i didn’t like how you shouted at me yesterday.”

bakugou bows his head, “shit, ‘m sorry about that. just high emotions and all but it’s not an excuse. ‘m sorry, won’t happen again.”

you look to sakura across the villa chatting to kirishima. “does sakura know you don’t want to get to know her romantically?”

he sniffs, “i don’t think i told her word for word. i can make it clearer with her.”

“i think you should.”

“i will.”

then it’s quiet between you both. bakugou’s fingers dying to feel your skin. a cuddle, a kiss, to run his fingers along your thighs.

you feel the pull too. instead of looking at everyone else, you’re being drawn back to him. his navy shorts, his bare sweaty chest. his pretty face looking at yours.

“are we good now?” he asks, hands flat on the sofa right next to you, “i hate this. i miss you so goddamn much.”

you look at his lips. you miss him too.

“we’re good kats,” kats is a good sign, “i wanna see you on your best behaviour.”

“can i get a kiss? please?”

you look at his pleading face, how he wouldn’t be caught dead saying this back home, before he met you. bakugou towers over you, body hovering and the temperature feels as if it’s doubled.

“a peck.”

“fuck it, i’ll take it.”

bakugou ducks his face to yours, presses his lips to your softer ones. it lasts as long as he can make it, sighing on the spot when you pull away and stand up.

“argh, fuck. baby.” he clenches his fingers in need.

it only makes you want to laugh.

“i need to talk to the girls, you need to talk to the guys. i’ll see you later.”

he doesn’t wanna talk to them. he wants to talk to you.

“no, stay with me here.”

“see you later katsuki.”

bakugou grunts, spreading his legs and laying back on the sofa. “see you beautiful.”

[bfbkg]

PROS AND CONS : BKG (2.3k)

bakugou finds a list you made before you dated him

“one. big cock and knows how to use it. two and it’s in all caps. EATER.”

you rest on your forearms on your sofa, looking across the living room to your boyfriend who has appeared from your bedroom. he’s reading a crumpled sheet of paper from god knows where with a massive grin on his face.

“did you get the fan from my room? katsuki, it’s hot!” you whine petulantly. you've got your thin shorts and bralette on, trying to fight the heatwave that has taken over your city.

the heat has beat you down, left you stranded in your living room with three ice lolly packets in your path and skin sticky. you can feel the sweat trickle down your spine, you can see it gathered on katsuki’s exposed forehead, yet he still stands there reading.

“hold on, i’m lovin’ this,” he says, gold tooth shining as his mouth stretches wider, “three. rich and generous with it. is that right? you with me for my cock and money?”

you blink at him a few times, trying not to get distracted by his shirtless bare chest or the black headband he’s got on to push his unruly blonde locks back. he’s handsome, deliciously so. still, you think back to why everything he’s saying is so familiar.

“four. handsome. deliciously so. body and face. rare,” bakugou laughs, boyish and booming, “thanks, babe.”

you feel uncomfortable, perspiration dribbling between your breasts, limbs heavy with exhaustion.

“what is that? what are you reading?”

still bakugou ignores you and continues reading from the paper, “five. successful and ambitious. six. good friend even though he pretends he’s not. protective!! seven. so gentlemanly, holding open doors, paying for dates, very clear on why he likes me.” ruby pupils flicker over to you, “that last one is bare minimum.”

then it clicks, about seven points too late. your head snaps over to him robotically, eyes about to fall out of your head. “where the hell did you find that! stop reading it! stop katsuki!”

you hop up from your seat on your sofa, speed like no other taking over you as you run across the room to grab at the paper in bakugou’s hands. his laugh only booms louder, holding the flimsy sheet in the air over your head as you jump like a child.

“seriously, don’t read anymore!” you shout, trying to hoist yourself up his larger body, using his arms and shoulder as a climbing frame.

nothing about bakugou budges, he just continues reading with the paper in the air.

“it’s getting good, baby!” he laughs, ignoring your jumps and furrowed brows, “eight. listens to me. really listens. makes me feel heard and remembers what i say.”

he looks down at you, whose fingertips are slapping the bottom of the paper. you recognise it all too clearly now. the pink ruled lines, the edges ripped out from one of your old notebooks. your handwriting. “that’s cute. i still listen to you, don’t i?”

“you’re not now! give it back!”

“i’m almost done, two more,” bakugou says, hooking his arm behind your back to keep you locked close to him. you’re both sweaty and sticky. you’ve got no choice but to listen, “nine. cooks. such a good cook! you added five exclamation marks there. ten. fulfils some of my love languages. some?”

“now stop.” you urge. he can’t turn the paper around. he can’t.

bakugou pecks your forehead, his cheeks blushed with all the compliments. he continues skimming the list, rereading it. 

“so this is why you chose to date me, huh?” he looks down at you, pouts his lips, “c'mon gimme a kiss.”

if you just grab it out his hands, he won’t see the other side. with pros always comes—

he stops pouting at you.

“give me the paper. i wrote this all a few years ago!”

“if these are the pros, where’s the cons? you must have done a cons list.” 

you shake your head, side to side. he holds the paper away from you. the opposite side, the list of all your cons, written back at you. you loop out of his arm, trying to reach for it.

he notices you staring, eyes fixated and that’s when he flips the paper around. CONS in big red capital lettering.

“this is private! you weren’t meant to see this, you shouldn’t be snooping in my room!” you squeak but bakugou’s already half down the page, pupils running across every line like he’s in a race.

“one. WILL choose his job over me—,”

“well obviously, your job is to save the world!”

“two. odd relationship with his mother? but apparently it’s better than before.”

“it’s so much better now!”

bakugou’s eyebrows drop now, voice getting lower as he continues, “three. argumentative. argues with EVERYONE. his agency workers, the media and his friends.”

“i understand why you argue with them all now! it makes sense!”

“three. his job is terrifying.”

bakugou looks over to you, solemn narrowed eyes and you don’t have a positive word to say about that.

“it is, sometimes i don’t know if you’ll come home.”

“four. he doesn’t do much else besides work. all his friends are from work.” bakugou pinches his nose bridge, “really? you think that?”

“now i don’t! and i know they’re childhood friends and… and we do things together all the time. i know you love to read, game, you’ve got your lego. i didn’t know all of that then.”

“five. don’t know if my friends and family will understand.” bakugou steps away from you, “the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

you huff on the spot, “this was from when i met you! all they’ve seen of you is shouting and yelling on the television. they didn’t know how lovable you are. how well you treat me.”

bakugou looks at you, then back at the paper. scratches his head. “six. inexperienced with sex but it’s really cute. has never had a girlfriend?”

“but number one pro is that you know how to use it. obviously we’re experienced now, we know everything about each other,” you flick your finger between you and your boyfriend. 

“and the girlfriend comment? i can’t help the fact you’re my first.”

“no, i mean yes i know that. it was just a question as to why. it doesn’t mean anything to me now.”

“but it was a factor in whether you wanted to be my girlfriend,” he states.

“well, yeah,” you drawl, “i thought maybe there was a reason as to why. that’s all.”

bakugou raises his eyebrows, looks back at the sheet, “seven. doesn’t always have time for me. travels a lot for work.”

“that hasn’t changed.” bakugou grunts. it’s something he knows you struggle with while dating him. it’s even been a conversation you’ve had a few times throughout your relationship. quality time. you want to spend more time with him but he simply can’t. 

you sigh, grabbing his chin between your fingers so he looks directly at you. his eyes are half lidded, cheeks red and exhausted from the negativity and heat. “we’ve been through this. i’m still gonna stick by you, everything i love about you means more than all the things i find difficult.”

he takes your palm away from your face and squeezes it. but you can tell he’s feeling off. “the last one. eight, he’s surrounded by beautiful women all the time.”

“you’re with celebrities, pro heroes, socialites a lot,” you shrug, “that was jealousy on my part, nothing to do with you.”

“i don’t give a fuck about any of that.”

you nod sharply, “i know! i wrote this a while ago, two years even? a lot has changed.”

bakugou sighs from the pit of his stomach, then flings his head back in a huff. “fuck, baby.” he groans.

then he looks down at you, looking up at him.

“just wanna put it out there, that was private, you weren’t meant to see that, my opinions have now changed and i’m sure you had a mental pro con list for me. i just wrote mine down.”

bakugou folds the paper, “yeah, yeah, i get it. you hate my job that much, huh? it covered half of the fuckin’ cons.

“i also said i liked you were successful and ambitious.” you sit on the back of the sofa, crossing your arms. 

bakugou mirrors you standing, crossing his arms too. “but nothing about my job has changed since we’ve got together.”

you groan, leaning your head on your shoulder, “katsuki, i think you’re making problems out of nothing here.”

“you made a list of the problems with datin’ me.” he frowns, holding the folded paper between two fingers.

“and a list of the reasons why i wanted to date you. obviously the good reasons won if i’m with you now.” you glare at him with a sharp tone.

he begins to pace around the room, paper still in hand. a terrible sign. you watch as sweat trickles down his skin, body flush with heat.

“but, babe. the problems you’ve had with me from before we were dating are still problems now. i still don’t have time for you, you still are terrified every time i’m minutes late from a mission, you don’t think i’d choose you over my job and you don’t think i do anything but work.”

you moan aloud, “and i still want you despite that all. i get the world needs you, heck, i need you if i come across a villain. i don’t hate you for being a hero.”

he stops behind you, on the other side of the sofa, “i don’t want you to resent me when you realise you could have been with someone who does have more time for you, isn’t obsessed with their job, can put you first and doesn’t scare you.”

you hop off the sofa. leaning your forehead on his collarbone. “katsuki. i wouldn’t be here if i didn't want to be. i love you. i choose you everyday. i don’t want to argue with you.”

bakugou doesn’t touch you. there’s a shake to his voice, “i’m sorry i’m not better. i’m gonna try to be. just wait for me, fuck, maybe when i’m slower and the younger lot take over, they’ll need me less. it’s just now—,”

“it’s okay. you have time for me right now but you wanna argue with me," you pout up at him.

“you did put that i’m argumentative,” he looks away from you as your hands link around his neck. 

“look at me.”

shiny lava red pupils find you. you ground him, takes him out of the what ifs and the failures of his past and places him in the present with you. 

“i have dated bakugou katsuki for two years and i love him so much. i love how kind and generous he is, always putting his loved ones first. how he dedicates his life and body to saving the world. how even if he’s tired from a long week of working, he still comes over to cook me a three course meal because he wants to see me eat his food. who was so open and willing to change for me. to change his routines and learn my body. who is argumentative because he wants to make things right. who wanted so hard for my family and friends to love him and manages to see his mother once a week just to check up on her.”

you search in both his eyes and he’s listening, he always is.

“i can write an updated list for you, if you want.”

he shakes his head, stuffs his forehead into your neck and slowly pushes you down into the sofa. you laugh, his hands plastered into your waist as his body crushes you in the plush cushions ever so slightly.

“‘m sorry. i shouldn’t have read it. even though i enjoyed the pros.” he muffles, lips tickling your skin.

you tap his shoulder. “you shouldn’t have but it’s okay. i still need you to get my fan. it’s hot.”

“promise you’ll tell me if you want somethin’ to change between us. i’m not wakin’ up one day to you leavin’ me for a reason right under my nose.” he urges and you can see him pleading. the desperation for you to agree.

“promise. now you promise me.”

“course i promise. i couldn’t even fill out ten reasons as to why i hate you.”

“i didn't say i hate you. and sure you can. you hate my cold feet. you hate how i moan about my job. you hate how i hate your job. you hate how i always want a massage. you hate how i wait until the last minute when you’re tucked up in bed for you to get me a glass of water. you hate how i’m indecisive for what i want for my birthdays and—,”

bakugou sits up, “i don't hate any of that shit. love listenin’ to you and half that shit is cute as hell.”

you pout, “you hate when i wear low cut tops out—,”

he frowns, “that’s foreplay, baby. you let me suck your tits after to make me happy. couldn’t give a shit what you wear.”

“how about how protective my friends are? and the fact i tell them everything?”

bakugou shrugs, “you deserve friends that love you that much and that you can tell everythin’.”

“i get snappy when i’m running late or too much is going on or i’m hot.”

with that bakugou gets up. your fan. though not without hovering over you to give you a peck. then another. you press your soft lips against his though you don’t open up because then you will get even hotter and snappy.

he pulls off you and rises from the sofa, “that makes sense, baby. you’re stressed and uncomfortable.”

you roll your eyes, “stop being so understanding!”

he walks towards your bedroom, but not without turning around to look at you. his fingers grip the door frame, “i love you.”

“i love you too… and no snooping!”