sorry to tell y’all but shoto todoroki is a crier. he cries when he cums. i don’t make the rules, that’s just the way it is. and you don't get a warning, no. so the first time you two fuck you're just met with a guy that cums and buries his face on your neck. and you're like, aw that's cute. he's clingy. but, then, you feel some warm liquid prickle at your skin. and you try not to make a whole thing about it, but it's hard, cause this guy just came inside and you just had the best orgasm of your life around his dick and now he's just... weeping.
it's not his fault, he's just a sensitive guy! there's a lot of intense emotions on sex, and he's not connected with his emotions like that on a daily basis. it's too much, and you feel so fucking good around him and, oh, god, he hasn't gotten laid in so long. give my boy a break.
you get used to it though. after a while. it's not like he's breaking down, no. it's just a couple stray tears, a little breathless moment. you get over it and end up finding it sweet. but it's just so awkward that first time, cause you have no idea what's going on. and he's way too embarrassed to explain. so it's just a horrifying interaction where you ask him various times if he's ok, and he repeatedly tells you that, yes it's alright, all while scrambling to get his clothes and leave as fast as he can. it's hilarious when you think about it years later, when you two have been dating for an eternity already, and you bring it up sometimes just to tease him.
i just wanna say i finished watching the summer hikaru died and that’s it i’m going crazy this is so fucking good i can’t even begin to make a coherent statement about it, i cried so much omg
this might be a little self indulgent but i feel like katsuki’s sort of a sub, sometimes. he might not realize it, but he still is. he likes being told what to do, he likes having you guide him through it. he’ll ask you a billion times “am i doing it right, baby?” “can i keep going?” and a favorite personal “can i cum?” and he comes up with that all by himself. you don’t even fucking say anything, he just asks you if he can cum every. fucking. time. and if you don’t say yes, i promise, he won’t cum. he’ll hold back. and on occasion, you’ll hit him with a “good boy” that’ll have him seeing stars.
he still has a bit of his attitude though. he’ll fucking complain if you say no. he’ll groan, and roll his eyes, but he’ll hold back. he likes being told he’s doing good.
and he’s always crazy embarrassed about it after, but it only happens when he’s particularly needy. or if he’s kinda tipsy. still, you have your fun every time it happens.
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.”
you sit on katsuki’s lap in public all the time. even though he’s not big on pda, he just likes having you that close. even when there’s plenty of seats, he’ll just pull you closer until the back of your knees meet his, and you have no other choice but to sit on his thighs.
he thinks it sends a message without him having to talk. because you’ve complained before about the way he tells people off when they hit on you. he doesn’t hold back at all. and he likes to please, though he’d never say it out loud, he looooooves to please you. so having you sit down just says you’re taken. and he doesn’t even have to tell guy to get the fuck away from you before he kills him. it’s just the best of both worlds.
that’s one of the few times he’ll be touchy like that with you in public. if you go to a bar, or to a friends party, it’s like it’s already agreed with the both of you. he sits down on the couch and already had his hand around your waist, squeezing it softly while he guides you to his lap. you like to sit sideways, so you can wrap one arm around his neck and he can wrap one around your hips. if he’s tipsy, he’ll even put a hand between both your thighs and you’ll shiver a bit. his hands are always so fucking warm. it drives you crazy, cause he won’t do anymore than that, not in front of everyone, not in your friend’s house.
so you just squirm on his lap and let out pleased little sighs when he fiddles with the inside of your thighs, almost as if he doesn’t notice what he’s doing (except he does. he knows exactly what he’s doing to you, and he can’t wait for you two to get home).
Remember when joining fandom as a younger person meant lurking for a bit and figuring out the vibe and etiquette instead of coming in on day one and calling people weirdos for liking weirdo shit in the weirdo factory.
need to get this off my chest, but i was watching tbbt and there’s just a whole episode about raj wanting to fuck bernadette so hard and now all i can think about is megumi wanting yuuji’s girlfriend sooooo bad but he’s such a good friend, so he’s trying really hard to just dig that feeling. but then yuuji’s girlfriend is not nice about it at all. it’s like she knows megumi’s already going through it and teases him. and he tries so hard to ignore her, pretend he doesn’t see when she calls him sweetie, or when she, not so innocently, calls him handsome and says of course he’ll find a girlfriend, he’s such a good boy. (he jerks off to her calling him that the same night. swears he’s never had such a good fucking orgasm)
i just had to say that it was going to kill me if i didn’t share it somewhere!!!!!!
you talk about antiblackness in countries you don’t live in and here go nonblack people typing essays about why it’s “not true” as if antiblackness isn’t a global issue and hasn’t been documented. as if Black people aren’t speaking on their experiences every day.
more of whiny yuuji because i said so, i want it and i will write it. so this is basically just the first time you kissed for real and he whines like a puppy, cause i think of him as one. suggestive, but not explicit.
w.c.: 1,1k
the first time you two kissed it was actually quite sweet. you had been flirting awkwardly for a while and it seemed like everyone had noticed it, so yuuji decided enough was enough and invited you for a date. he took you to the center of tokyo, and you two walked around the streets, you doing most of the talking, cause he was too busy being mesmerized by you. when you were walking back to the station, he stoppped to buy you two ice cream, and of course you shared a cone.
it was corny, yeah, but yuuji was a little corny sometimes. you got a little bit of ice cream in your chin and he leaned in to clean it. and, of course, because you looked at him with those wide eyes and your breath shifted, he kissed you. it was soft, and sweet, and a bit cold and vanilla flavored. but it was so quick, you barely got to hear the little hum he let out against your mouth.
that's how you kissed for a while. just sweet little pecks that were just short enough that you didn't have time to notice the low sounds yuuji made against your mouth. he always pulled back just a second before he couldn't hold back anymore and showed you a little lopsided grin.
so, the first time you kissed kissed, was in your room. you had planned it all out, honestly, you wouldn't lie. you invited him over to watch a movie so he could, allegedly, work on controlling his cursed energy. of course, all of that went out the window in the first twenty minutes of the movie.
it started out innocent, really. he kept by your side, only your shoulder touching softly. then, he moved to wrap his fingers around yours. you smiled and looked away from the screen, squeezing his hand softly.
it went downhill from there. holding hands quickly turned to a hand caressing your thigh softly, then squeezing, then the same hand sliding around your waist, until you decided to end the torment. with a small impatient huff, you turned to the side and cupped his cheek before leaning in, a little slow, cause it was fun to tease him before connecting your lips together.
it started like every other kiss you ever share, something soft, chaste. but then you opened your mouth slightly and he tensed. you were just starting to think how sweet that was, he was probably nervous, before he opened his mouth too.
you were breathless. his hands quickly gripped your waist, hard, and his tongue was inside your mouth, he was biting your lower lip, and he was... he was humming against your mouth. suddenly, he stopped, and pulled back, staring at you with his eyes a little wide and labored breathing.
"i'm sorry! i-i'm so sorry, i just got a little carried away." he stammered, giggling a bit and cleaning his throat. you looked at him and scoffed, absolutely shocked. carried away? that's what he called it. "won't happen again."
"won't happen again? i hope it does, yuuji." you laughed, still trying to catch your breath. you slid your had from his cheek to his neck and smiled. "that was great, keep doing that."
"oh, really?" he smiled, still a bit unsure. you were surprised at how surprised he was that you liked it. you nodded and leaned in to kiss his cheek softly, and he made a low sound that you could only hear because you were so close to him.
"yeah, really." you rolled your eyes. then you leaned in, clicking your tongue, as if you were impatient. " come on here."
and this time, he started it. not at all like it began before. he took in a sharp breath before your lips collided, and his tongue was warm against your and then, he whined against you. his tongue moved softly inside your mouth and you not only heard, but you felt the soft high-pitched sound he let out. it vibrated against your lips and it sent a shock straight to your core. it was so unlike him. that sound stretched longer and he only stopped to pull back for a deep breath before he was kissing you again, and whining again, and louder this time.
his hands gripped your waist so hard you felt his nails digging in your skin even through your shirt. you slid your hand from his neck to his hair and in an impulsive move, you pulled it. and you pulled it hard.
and then he moaned. loud. it parted your kiss with the way he opened his mouth and you saw his pretty pinched brows. the sound coming from his throat made you shiver.
"oh, god, fuck you yuuji." you muttered under your breath, voice shaky with need. "you're so loud."
"i can't help it, baby, you just feel so good." he said it, and it was a whine, really, and you didn't know how much more of this you could handles before bursting into flames.
he kept squeezing your waist and the movie was just background noise, while you climbed on his lap, lips finding one another once again. you swallowed up his noises gladly, and he pressed his big warm hands underneath your shirt, the feeling so good against your skin. you wrapped your arms around his neck and he melted around you. his breathing is so uneven and so loud, and you feel something press deliciously in the space between your legs.
but what mesmerizes you is that he's not even whining cause of that. every time you lick his mouth he lets out a delicious little sound that drives you crazy. then you pull his hair, and there it is again. you feel like you're in heave.
"is that why we only kiss for five seconds in public? cause you can't be quiet?" you asked after pulling back to take a breath. he was staring up at you with wide shiny eyes and wet, puffy lips that drive you insane.
he chuckled and nuzzled against your neck before answering. you shivered.
"i don't really care about that. but i figured you'd be embarrassed, so, yeah, i guess that's why." his voice was low and you felt it against your skin while he left wet kisses on your neck.
"i wouldn't want anyone else to hear like this. rather keep it to me." you shrugged, biting your lower lip so hard he worried it would bleed. but you felt his hips grind up at your words and smiled widely. "you like that, huh?"
"i like everything that comes out of your pretty mouth, baby." and that's all he says before going back to whining against your lips again.
yuuji whines when you two are kissing. like into your mouth, you can feel it vibrate against your lips. and it’s loud, too. you can’t kiss for more than five seconds in public cause he’ll start whining and everyone’s fucking looking at you two. he swears he can’t hold back, because “your lips feel so good against mine, baby”
gojo can't comprehend when a woman doesn't like him
(really feel like making this one into a series)
gojo that is so popular with women. gojo who gets laid plenty. like, a lot. he's got game, he knows how to flirt and he knows how to make grown woman blush like a high schooler. he's got a way with words, and he knows how he looks, after all, he's seen himself in a mirror.
and he likes the attention. he bathes in it. he loves to make women unravel at the sight of him. he loves giving them a playful wink and see them blush and bite their lips nervously. but he also likes a challenge.
if there's one woman that doesn't at least look at him twice, he'll take it personally, because of course he does. why wouldn't he? he knows some girls just "don't care about looks" (which he doesn't believe at all, how can someone not care about looks? total bullshit), but even then, they'll have to cave when he opens his mouth. cause he knows how to win someone over with words.
and then, if even that doesn't work, he's puzzled. no, even more, he's a bit offended. he's sensitive like that, he thinks, but he doesn't wanna take no for an answer. like, she has to be a little bit attracted to him. right? but she's not. actually, she might even be a little bit, but it's so fucking good to see that man who's so full of himself act like a puppy just to get her attention. so she keeps on pretending she doesn't really care about him.
he's doing all he can, flashes his most beautiful smiles, brushes his hair back in that way he knows looks fucking good. he uses all of his carefully chosen pick up lines, leans in close when he's talking to her, cause he knows that's gotta fluster her. and when none of that shit works, he's so frustrated. he's been using all his weapons and this woman doesn't even bat an eye at him twice!
and what's even worse is not that she doesn't care. it's that she's mean about it, too. if she wasn't so fucking beautiful he'd say she was a bit of a bitch. every time he does a nice thing, like open a door for her, she'll give him the most disgusted look ever and scoff. she doesn't have to say anything, he feels her disapproval from afar. it frustrates him to no end, and it makes him try even harder.
after a while, he realizes how fucking crazy he must look. he grew almost obsessed with this girl, and with the way he acts, he knows how that looks like from the outside. but at this point, he doesn't even care anymore, he really just wants her attention! so fucking much.
every time their class goes out, he buys her a drink, he makes sure he's the one sitting beside her. in every mission, he's got her back, he always makes sure she's safe, if she needs help. but time after time she'll shrug his help off as if it's the most offensive things she's ever seen. she'll roll her eyes and walk off, she'll switch seats, she'll do anything just to see that little shocked look on his face.
and when he finally, finally gets an ounce of her attention it's already too fucking late, he realizes. he's fucking in love with this girl who won't even look his way.
aizawa is such a great lover. i mean it in the most sexual way i could. as a boyfriend that's a whole other thing... but that's not what i'm going for here, so.
he fucks so good. he loves giving head so much. he'll go down on you and spend hours down there. easily. he's the kind of guy that will hump the mattress while he eats you out, he'll fucking cum just from that. you don't have to touch him, i swear. he'd spend hours with your legs wrapped around his head, his hands digging on the meat of your ass from how hard he grips you.
and he's so good at it. so, so, so good. you spend the night rolling your eyes and biting your lips to stop yourself from screaming. your toes are curling and you're pulling his hair, and you swear you can't even breathe. that's how good he is.
he pisses you off, too. after all that, he'll pull his head up from between your legs and rest his chin on the base of your stomach and stare up at you, lips glistening with the evidence of what he'd just done to you. and he'll ask, in the most fucking innocent voice "d'you like it?"
some thoughts on dating bakugo and kirishima and how you fight. it's all petty and a bit suggestive.
i feel like they don’t really fight a lot between the two of them, they just bicker. petty little arguments here and there, but rarely something serious. same for you and kirishima. except you two rarely even have little arguments cause he’s always willing to give in to you. you can want to start a screaming match and he’ll just graciously slip out of it by agreeing with everything you say.
that’s not what you can say for you and katsuki, though. you don’t really fight a lot, but when you do it’s… intense to say the very least. he always lets things escalate, and you don’t care enough to put out the fire. he gets out the worst of you. and it’s not that you’re always fighting, no. eijirou usually catches up to the two of you before you can choke katsuki to death and things sort out.
but he’s not always there. and things with you and katsuki can get complicated, you two are complicated. always have been. since the three of you were just friends, aspiring heroes at UA. though katsuki was much worse back then, regarding the way he spoke to anyone who crossed his path, he still has his moments. he still loses his calm, he still growls, he still complains and lets his anger get the best of him. it’s not always, but it happens.
and you don’t make it easy for him, either. it’s always an argument. you’re never willing to let something slide, like eijirou does. cause eijirou does it all the time. he ignores it when katsuki lets out a small mean comment, because he knows he doesn’t actually mean it. it’s just the heat of the moment. and he usually apologizes after. he's learned how to do that without complaining too much, after a couple of years. but you can’t do that. you never can.
and katsuki doesn’t think you’re wrong. no, that’s not it, he just can’t control it, when it happens. when he stops to think, things already escalated and the two of you are already screaming in each others faces. he doesn’t like that, it doesn’t make him happy yelling at you for mostly stupid reasons. but you yell back at him, too. you’re rude and you don’t tear up when he raises his voice. you stand your ground and yell back. you don’t let him swallow you. and i wouldn't say he likes that, but he's glad you're like this. he's glad that he doesn't have to hold back, that he doesn't have to get out of the house so he can calm down, that he doesn't have to step on eggs with you. you meet him where he's at. he asks if you're stupid, and you affirm that he is.
eijirou is always a little shocked when you two get this heated. he looks between the two of you with eyes a little wide.
"you're being ridiculous, katsuki. you're acting like a fucking baby." you spit out for about the billionth time this night as your arms are crossed over your chest. you stand behind the couch where eijirou sits and watch katsuki with unforgiving eyes. he doesn't seem fazed by it.
"i'm not the one throwing a fit." he spits back, angrily, but not bothering to even look at you. instead he walks all the way to the bathroom and you hear water running. he keeps the door open, though and you move to go after him. you're not planning on ketting this go easily.
"hey, babe," you hear eijirou's voice low, while he grabs your wrist. "maybe, let this go for now? he's tired and... y'know this isn't going anywhere, right?"
"this is going wherever the fuck i want it to go, eijirou."
"which is downhill, apparently." he rolls his eyes at you before pulling you closer by your wrist until your hips are against the back of the couch.
"yeah, it might be." you huff out impatiently, trying, without success, to slip out of his grasp. "i just fucking can't with him, eiji! why does he have to be such a bitch all the time?"
eijirou shrugs and that pisses you off even more, while he tries to flip you over the back of the couch. "you know he's like that... don't pick fights that aren't going anywhere."
"this was going somewhere, until you stopped me." you complain, letting your body lean as forward as you could over the sofa, almost folding in half, while eijirou pulled you by the waist now. it's uncomfortable, but you know he's just distracting you to keep you from arguing with katsuki.
"it was going to kill me, that's what it was." he gives you his pretty grin, and you can't help but smile back a bit, even if your're still annoyed. "stop trying to kill your nice boyfriend. or else you're gonna be stuck with the mean one."
"oh, fuck off, stupid hair. you're not the nice boyfriend, you're the fucking stupid one!" you both hear katsuki's loud and voice before you see him. but you do feel him.
his hand are around your hips all of a sudden, hoisting you up and throwing you down beside eijirou on the couch. your legs flail around the air, and you try to aim them at katsuki before he manages to throw you over the back of the sofa, but you fail.
for a second you're so surprised with the whole move that you even forget how pissed you were at him.
eijirou holds you by the waist so you don't roll down to the ground, because though katsuki hadn't actually thrown you, he hadn't been exactly delicate either. you let out a sound between a yelp and a scoff as you move to sit up, shocked.
"what the fuck is your problem, katsuki?!" you start, and you really have a whole fucking speech prepared (a weak one, but still), but when you raise your gaze to look at him you stop.
he knows what he's doing. his hair's wet and down, like it rarely is, dripping water onto his shoulders. which are a whole other department he's shirtless, and only has a towel to very loosely wrapped around his waist, hanging so low you can see the trail on blonde hair that leads to his groin.
what a low move, you think.
eijirou seems surprised by your sudden lack of words and looks back as well.
"oh, i see. so, no more arguing, hm?" eijirou chuckles and you see him lick his lips.
so, yeah, i guess that's why you and katsuki argue so much. usually leads to this.
so. hot take. i've been obsessed with time-skip bakugo lately, and i have so. many. thoughts. but let's dive into it.
katsuki is not good with women. not from the beggining at least. you know that scene where there's a bunch of first year girls fawning over him and he's just like. there. oblivious. pissed off even. that pretty much sums it up. he's unaware to put it quite honestly.
it's not that he doesn't know of the appeal he had. he does. he's not even insecure, no. he's just completely stupid when it comes to noticing a pretty woman flirting with him. you could be talking to him all night on the bar, biting your lips, staring at his. you flip your hair and nod with a little seductive smile whenever he talks. you lean in and take a deep breath. and in his mind he's thinking, what a nice conversation. it doesn't even cross his mind that you might wanna do a bit more than nice talking. his mind just doesn't go there.
it just was never something he gave much thought to. not during middle school, not during high school and not even through the first couple years he had as a pro hero. he was just fine living his life, minding his own business. his days were mostly working, figuring shit out in the street, catching some small villains, going back to the office, doing paperwork. he knows women like him, he's just not used to see it happening right before his eyes. he's too busy being a hero, for fuck's sake.
he is on social media. he sees weird tweets about him all the time. he even gets the sex appeal he had, he sees the pictures, he gets it and all. he just never seems to make that conection to the real world.
so, yeah, i think if you want him to realize you wanna ACTUALLY fuck him and not just talk, you'll have to be very, very straightforward. after a night of a lot of conversation, he'll tell you he has to go, that he has to be up really early tomorrow, and if you don't grab this man by his collar and spell out that you want him inside you, i promise, he'll never figure it out.
once he figures it out (you actually have to tell him with all of that words that you want to have sex with him) he’s a totally different guy. he’s very cool when he doesn’t know you two are flirting, but once you establish that, it’s over for him.
he doesn’t exactly embarrass himself, no. he’s just a bit shocked and shocked makes his slightly flustered. because now his mind is going places it wasn’t before. he notices how your dress is just so fucking tight and now he keeps staring at your tits, and oh, my god, is his dick hard now? can you see it through his jeans?
and when you laugh at how ridiculous he thinks he’s being he really wants to tell you to shut the fuck up, because his pants keep getting tighter. he keeps talking between gritted teeth, like you’ve seen him do in a bunch of videos online, when he’s trying to keep from telling someone to fuck off, and it’s so. damn. hot.
he wishes you hadn’t told him. because now he really wants to fuck you, but he also actually has to fucking go home and sleep because he wasn’t lying when he said he had to get up early tomorrow.
he still gets your number and texts you as soon as he gets home. he tosses and turns in bed and tries to sleep he even gets up and takes a cold shower. then he ends up jacking off thinking of you in that dress and how it hugged your hips so fucking nicely. he rolls his eyes and thinks why the fuck he hadn’t noticed earlier so he could’ve at least fucked you the fucking bathroom.
in the end he doesn’t even really ends up sleeping early. his dick is half hard even after he came and he just gives up and turns to the side. but you bet he’ll get you in his bed as soon as he can.
