“Are you serious?” You huffed under your breath, rolling over slightly to look at your boyfriend who was currently using every blanket on the bed. Before both of you fell asleep, each blanket was perfectly draped the two of you, but now just the bottom half of your legs were covered.
You tried your best to pull some of the blankets away from Bakugo without having to sit up but for no reason he had an iron grip on them.
“You’re kidding me.” Groaning you pushed off the bed to sit up, pulling the blankets with both of your hands now hoping they’d give some at least. “Katsuki, stop hogging the blankets.”
“Go back to sleep.” His voice was low and you barely caught what he said.
“I would love to but I can’t.” You pulled on the blankets once more but it didn’t work. “C’mon, I’m freezing and you’re the one who said using all these blankets was a dumb idea.”
All he gave in response was a mumbled bunch of words that you couldn’t understand at all. You were getting tired of fighting for even a bit more of a blanket really quickly and even though you didn’t have to work in the morning you had wanted to get a good night's rest.
“Oh my god whatever, keep the stupid blankets.” You sighed and let go of them, pushing yourself to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m sleeping on the couch.”
You didn’t get the chance to even stand from the bed before he reached out and grabbed your arm.
“No you’re staying here.” Bakugo was turned towards you now, one arm stretched across your side of the bed to stop you from leaving, and the other reaching to fix the blankets.
“Oh, you’re going to be nice now?” You stared at him for a moment before he pulled you back into your bed fully.
“I’m always nice.” He sounded so sleepy that even if you had wanted to argue with what he said, you couldn’t find the words to. “If you hadn’t kept the room so damn cold, you wouldn’t need all of these.”
“That’s the best way to sleep in the winter.” You countered, remembering how he had said he’d be too warm with the amount of blankets and that he wouldn’t be using them. “Though, I thought you said you didn’t need them. Change your mind?”
“Nope, I’m still sweating buckets.”
You just managed to see him roll his eyes from the small bit of light drifting in through your windows, the smile pricking up the corner of his lips gave away his lie.
“Mhm, right.” Settling back under the blankets you felt relieved that you weren’t going to have to sleep on the hard couch. “If you steal the blankets again you’re making breakfast in the morning.”
“I was already planning to make breakfast.” He responded and you could hear the slight twinge of amusement in his voice.
“I can’t stand you.”
“Good.” He moved closer to you once you were fully settled, draping an arm across your waist and laying a good bit of his body on top of yours. “Oh my god, do not touch me with your cold ass feet.”
You couldn't stop the laugh bubbling from your chest at his recoil when he felt your feet against his legs.
“You laid on me!” You protested, still laughing at his reaction. “They’re only this cold because you left me to freeze with no covers.”
“I thought we decided we were over that.”
“We didn’t decide anything!” You rolled your eyes at how ridiculous he sounded. “Go to sleep, you’re becoming delirious.”
“Only because you woke me up.” Bakugo mumbled, his warm breath against your neck sent small shivers down your back.
“That’s because you woke me up.” You sighed softly, bringing a hand up to run through his hair almost as a reflex, enjoying how he snuggled against you even more at the feeling.
“Hmm, I don’t recall that.” His voice was so soft now and you knew he was just almost asleep again.
“Night, Katsuki.” You said even quieter than him, knowing you weren’t too far behind now that you were a lot warmer than before. Tomorrow night you’d have to make sure you had a spare blanket just for yourself if he decided he needed all of them on the bed again.
We were halfway through our first year at UA. It was night and I was in my room. It was about 3 in the morning and I assumed everyone was asleep, so I started touching myself. I put music on my headphones to distract myself from the noises of the street. Just then Katsuki walks through the door, I didn't realize, I had my eyes closed and the music was so loud that I felt in my own world. Bakugo noticed what I was doing once inside my room and the only thing he could do was slam the door, so hard that it caught my attention.
-Shit!- I said, closing my legs trying to hide what I was doing.
He just looked at me, all red, without being able to say anything.
-How long were you there dammit?!-
-I'm sorry, I just came here- he responded
-Why wouldn't you knock first, stupid-
-I did, I did knock, I guess you were too focused on other things-
-Aaaaaah!- I responded, embarrassed, covering my face with both hands and pressing my knees together.
Katsuki slowly walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
-Were you-Were you thinking about me?- he asked.
-What?- I responded confused, lowering my hands a little, leaving my eyes uncovered.
-Were you or not?-
-I'm sorry, I think my English is playing with me- I added, stunned.
-It's not, I'm being serious-
I just looked at him nervously, without saying anything.
-Can I help?-
-Okay, now you are just fucking with me-
-I'm not-
Katsuki settled down, sitting across from me. He grabbed my hands and lowered them away from my face.
-I'm being serious, you are incredibly sexy, I wanted to do this for a long time-
I looked into his eyes, feeling my face heat up and my cheeks redden. But he wasn't making eye contact with me, his eyes were roaming my body. He rested one of his hands on my knee and applied a little force to the side, prompting me to open my legs. I did, leaving myself completely exposed. I saw how his face turned red as he moved his hand and rested his thumb on my clit and began to rub it with it. I did nothing but moan slightly and put my head back, avoiding his gaze. I gasped as I felt his fingers enter me. We continue like this for 5 minutes. I moaned with every movement and he just sighed. Just then I feel him move and rest his head on my neck. He began to kiss it with desire. He raised his left hand up my shirt, caressing my breasts, I separated him from me and took off my shirt. He began to lick my breasts while his right hand was still on my crotch, I took his head with my hand in his hair, pushing him towards me. Until I felt him walk away. He began to lower his head and move his body backwards. I felt his lips running down my legs, kissing my thighs. He got to my “zone” and started kissing it. Moving his fingers inside me while he caressed me with his mouth.
"Faster," I moaned.
He heeded my request and increased his speed. I was pulling his hair, feeling myself getting closer to an orgasm.
-Am I doing it right?- he whispered.
-Yes-
I wrapped my legs around his head and pulled him towards me.
-I'm on my limit, fuck! I'm gonna come Kats-
-Do it love-
-Please Kats, fuck, faster-
I let out a big sigh once I finished. Bakugo regained his composure, his breathing almost as labored as mine. I noticed a bulge in his pants.
-Kats?- I said between sighs.
-Yeah?-
-I have a pack of condoms in my drawer-
I noticed how he tried to hide his surprise
-Really?-
-Yes, I think so, my brother gave it to me the day we moved here-
-I'm not talking about that, stupid, I'm asking if you really want that-
-I mean, if you aren't ready or you just don't want, it's okay-
-Oh no, I want, I'm ready-
-Then get it-
Katsuki quickly stood up and walked towards my drawer, he rummaged through things a little, until he pulled out the small box. He went back to the position he was in before and took one out, as he was opening it I interrupted him.
-Do you know how to put it? right-
-Of course I know, who do you think I am?-
-I'm sorry mister expert- I responded sarcastically.
Katsuki pulled down his pants followed by his boxers, I looked away blushing.
bakugo's the type to grab you by the hips and pull you back on his cock when he's overstimulating you and you try to jerk away, "don't run from me baby, we're not done yet." before fucking you even faster and pounding even deeper into your poor pussy.
POV: you did not confess to Bakugo, he did not confess to you [repost]
genre: fluff
We can talk it good, how you wish it would be all the time
-Lorde
@speedmetalqueen i remember you liking this. for the love of fanfictions, pls stop me from ever deleting this pov when I spiral to self hate once more 😩
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You were restless, heart beating too fast and that usually meant something was about to happen, your anxiety was getting out of hand; so you get out and found him lying on the ground next to the drum filled with boiling water. Class A trainers finally let their class have a break after a two day straight training. You couldn't relate. Initially, you and the rest of Class B complained about waking up early only to find Class A still awake and pushing that 48 hours training, 12 hours rest, then repeat.
"You still going? You should know when to stop. You might get hypothermia from your sweat if you keep this up." You tell him, looking down at his sorry figure when you finally reach him.
"It's none of your business." Bakugou snapped.
He was like this. His personality comparable to a porcupine, not to mention the hair. You don't really approach hot tempered people, dealing with them give you headaches. Bakugou is an exception. He was callous. Gruff. Easily angered. Especially when he got his quirk, it was like his personality was a premonition of his explosive abilities. He was also arrogant, not in a mean way most people misunderstand but that belief, that confidence in himself. He was vain, others would say. You knew better, he was simply confident.
"I'm going to stargaze, you should join me." You offered.
"Why would I, dumbass?" He scowled, glaring at you.
"I might get lost." You reply, smiling at him.
"Not my problem." He answers.
So you start to leave and you hear him follow after you.
"Don't get me wrong, if you get lost, no doubt everyone would be asked to look for you." He says, still staring daggers at you. If looks could kill, you'd be dead.
You shook your head at him, smiling, that was why you were drawn to him, his actions were so contrary to things he say. He discouraged Deku, sometimes going too far, with the intention of making Deku realize that the world would be more cruel to Deku than Bakugou would ever do, especially to a quirkless. But now, well...
He was... shitty in a good way, still debatable. At least that's what you noticed and you noticed him alot, you asked yourself who wouldn't? He demands everyone's attention just by his presence. He might not like you but his sense of responsibility to you as a former class president in elementary school and as a former classmate, he still carries it with him. When you two arrived at a small hill just a 20 minute walk from the camp you raised your eyes to the night sky.
"You're too hard on yourself." You tell him.
He crossed his arm, staring at you like was trying to figure something out.
"You should really pace yourself, bakubread."
"You're saying the same old things, vice pres." He scratched the back of his head, slouching and his other hand in his pocket.
"You do the same old things, class pres." Your eyes curved. You were kinda touched that he still remembers your banter.
He crossed his arms. "You should up your game. Class B seems to be slacking off with their training. Are you going to be weak like them?"
"Keep saying things like that and everyone will hate you." You laugh, because you know anything he says isn't vindictive.
"Doesn't work on you, though." Bakugou grumbles. "Maybe if you trained harder, you wouldn't be lumped with those losers."
Any other person would hear that as Bakugou calling you a loser but the translation was: train harder and maybe you'd be in Class A. But that would be a long road, an impossible feat, Bakugou was proud of his classmates in Class A, each and every one of them were becoming strong, he'd never say that though.
"You're probably frustrated with Deku, aren't you?" You asked. "That's why you're pushing yourself."
"Wrong." He growls at your assumption, although you did hit the mark. "Try being attacked by villains before, then let's see if you don't train harder."
"True." You conceded.
You looked at him and he was wearing a strange expression on his face like he-
"Do you like me or some shit?" He asks.
You choked, coughing for a few moments. You were flustered, heart beating fast, red-faced and frantically patting your chest. What gave you away?
"You do..." He says, breathless but then he frowned. "What are you gonna do about it?"
"Nothing." You snapped weakly.
He smiled, satisfied. "Good. If you confessed, you'd get rejected."
"It's just a crush." Your eyes watered because of the embarrassment you're feeling.
He smirked.
"It will fade."
He was gonna have fun with this knowledge.
"We don't have time for dating, we're working hard to be heroes."
He was so gonna tease you about it. You curled yourself into a ball, stargazing forgotten. You hear him approach you.
"Look at me."
You don't.
"Look at me, dumbass, or I'll never let this down. I swear I'll tease you every day and make you embarrassed and shit until we graduate."
You raise your head to look at him, he looked at you seriously.
"This is not a confession, you're the one who's gonna confess to me, understand?" He tells you, pinching your cute dumbass cheeks. "Just wait until we're pro heroes, you can confess to me then."
Yeah..... definitely not a confession.
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"Mandalay! Kota's safe! I've got message from Aizawa-sensei! Use telepathy to tell everyone– tell everyone in classes A and B that Pro Hero Eraserhead says it's okay to fight back!!"
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Mandalay's voice rang in your head when she follows up an announcement that filled you with dread,
'One of the villains' targets has been identified!! It's the student known as Kacchan!! Kacchan needs to avoid battle and not make any move alone!! Everyone got that? Kacchan!!'
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Hours later, Bakugou who did not confess got kidnapped by villains.
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This pov is in line w/ Bakugou denying you girlfriend privileges NEXT POV->
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x f!reader x Shoto Todoroki
Genre: nsfw themes
Warnings: there is only talk of sex, not the actual act
Summary: After a grueling day of practice, the girls start talking about which of the boys they think would be the best at sex
Word Count: 4.6k
A/N: Characters are aged up!! I said Tsu is asexual because I didn’t see her wanting to have sex with any of them. I am not in the LGBTQ+ community, so if I said something wrong, please let me know! I don’t want to offend anyone!
Part 2
“Jeez, Mr. Aizawa worked us to the bone,” Uraraka whines, walking over to her locker. You walk over to your respective one, a giggle slipping past your lips. Tsu turns to look at you, a ribbit coming from her before she speaks.
“(Y/n), why are you laughing? Aren’t you just as, if not more, tired than all of us?” she asks worriedly. She has a point, you were up there with Bakugo, Todoroki, and Deku. Plus, you’re a female. Because of this, Mr. Aizawa thinks he has to push you even harder to help you improve and to show everyone that being a woman has nothing to do with how powerful you are. There are still some pretty sexist people that target heroes for whatever reason. You understand his reasons but sometimes you just wish you had some sucky quirk so you wouldn’t leave training with so many bruises.
“I think he needs to get laid,” you joke, shocking all of the other girls. Jiro instantly starts to laugh, nodding her head as she starts to take off her training clothes.
“I actually think you’re right. When do you think his last time was?” she replies playfully once her laughter dies. Yaoyorozu quickly cuts in before you can reply to Jiro.
“We shouldn’t talk about our sensei in such a way,” she says seriously. You roll your eyes a bit with a snort, raising your brow.
“Why? It’s just us girls. It’s not like he’ll ever know,” you reply, unzipping your jacket to reveal your undershirt. She squints her eyes to glare at you, letting you know she’s serious. “Fine, fine, fine. We won’t talk about him,” you cave. You then smirk evilly before deciding to ask about someone else. Or should you say multiple someones?
“Alright then. Who out of the boys do you think is the best at sex?” Yaoyorozu chokes at the question, her entire face going pink.
“Ugh, Mr. Aizawa is so mean! Did you see (Y/n)’s breasts when she took off her jacket? Her tank top was so low! But, of course, Mr. Aizawa just had to end the fight right there!” Mineta cries as he walks into the boys’ locker room. Kaminari lets out a heavy sigh as he lifts his hands up, his palms facing the ceiling.
“Don’t even bring up that travesty,” he cries right along with him. Iida scoffs at them before hitting them both on the back of the head.
“Don’t talk about a lady in such a way!” he shouts before walking over to his locker, unzipping his jacket. The two boys pout and walk over to their respective lockers just like the other boys.
“Yeah, that’s not very manly,” Kirishima chimes in. The shorter of the two perverts goes to reply when they hear roaring laughter next door. All the boys go silent at this. Mineta being—well, himself—walks over to the wall separating the boys and girls.
“What do you think they are laughing about?” he asks as he reaches the wall, putting his ear to it. His eyes then go wide as a Cheshire grin stretches across his face. “Wait I can hear them! They are talking about Mr. Aizawa!” he whisper-shouts. The other pervert quickly comes over and presses his ear to the wall to listen in as well.
“I think (Y/n) is saying he needs to get laid,” he says quietly before laughing. This piques most of the boys' interests. Koda, Sato, Tokoyami, Sero, and Shoji would rather not get wrapped up in their funny business and decide to hurry up before leaving the locker room. Kirishima and Aoyama come over to the vast wall to also listen though.
“C’mon, guys. That’s weird. Leave the girls alone,” Deku says, walking over to them to try and pull them away. None of them budge though, and some even push him away.
Iida quickly comes over to help him, his ears red at what the girls are discussing. “Get away from the wall! I’m serious! This is evading their privacy!” Iida shouts, not bothering being quiet. Kaminari quickly stands up straight and slaps a hand over his mouth, looking to Mineta to see if they’ve been caught. The short boy smirks and puts his thumb up to let him now that they haven’t been.
Iida starts to struggle against the lightning-fast boy, grumbling and grunting against his hand. Before anyone can do anything else though, the boys against the wall are gasping. This causes the rest of the boys to look over at them. “(Y/n) just asked who of the boys would be best at sex,” Mineka mumbles.
Now, this perks Bakugo’s interest. He didn’t care before but now he does. It would obviously be him. He’s the most powerful and good looking out of the bunch. He drops his shirt and comes over to the wall shirtless, pressing his ear to the wall. This causes Deku’s jaw to drop as he stares at him.
“You too, Kacchan?” he whisper-shouts in disbelief. He didn’t want them doing this but if the boys were caught, he’d probably be roped right in with the rest of them.
“Shut it, nerd,” he growls before focusing on the girls’ voices. Ojiro is a little interested in the conversation going on but only for one reason. Until she’s brought up, he won’t give them any attention and will just focus on changing.
Todoroki stays right where he is but can’t help to be a little intrigued. He doesn’t want the boys to know that though, so he stays facing his locker, but if anyone were to look over at him, they would notice that his movements have significantly slowed down.
Hagakure snorts, your eyes moving to her floating clothes. Well, they aren’t actually floating but they look like they are, seeing as how she’s invisible. “Cmon, seriously? Talking about Mr. Aizawa wasn’t enough for you?” she teases. You laugh and stand, pulling your sweats down your legs.
“What can I say? I’m thirsty,” you joke, grabbing your school uniform from your locker.
“Alright then, you go first, Miss Horny,” Mina teases, pulling her undershirt off of her sweaty body. You purse your lips and raise your brow at her, shaking your head a bit.
“Why do I have to go first? I asked the question. Why don’t you go first?” you quip. At this, her cheeks fill with color.
“But that’s so embarrassing!” she whines. You chuckle and shake your head, pulling your skirt up your legs.
“It’s not like they’ll ever know,” you reassure. You watch her slowly give in before seeing the gears turn inside her head as she thinks.
“Okay, um…” she trails off as she thinks, holding her shirt in her hands. “Kirishima?” she asks more than says. The other girls giggle at how embarrassed she is. You nod your head with a hum, thinking it over for a moment.
“I can see that. He’s always going on about how manly everything should be. I think he’d be the kind of guy to put your pleasure before his own,” you explain, picking up your towel to wipe up the sweat that beaded down between your breasts.
While the girls were talking, Iida had given up on trying to stop them and went back to getting undressed and into his uniform. Since he’s given up, Kaminari presses himself back to the wall. Deku didn’t know what to do and just stood in the middle of the locker room.
At your and Mina’s words, Kirishima pulled away from the wall and started to do a happy dance. The other boys roll their eyes at him, the three not against the wall very confused to why he’s dancing.
“Why is he dancing?” Deku asks, watching Kirishima act like a dork. Mineta pouts as he turns his eyes to look at him with envy.
“Mina just said that he’d be the best at sex,” he whines quietly. Deku’s eyes widen at his response, his heart starting to think about what Uraraka will say. Everyone’s eyes move to Bakugo when he scoffs, a scowl coming to his face. Some of the boys go to tease him when Aoyama chimes in.
“She’s clearly delusional. Poor mon cheri,” he says, still focusing his attention on the girls.
“She is not,” Kirishima defends, stopping his dance to come over to the wall again.
“Okay, someone else’s turn,” you chime in. At this, all of the other girls look away from you with a blush. You look around at them and grin when you look at Jiro.
“Jiro! Thank you for volunteering!” She scoffs at your words, facing her locker as she continues changing.
“Kaminari,” she replies, sounding unfazed. You know her better than that though and just know she’s beyond embarrassed.
You hum and nod your head just like you did before, thinking the name over. “I could see that,” you start just as you did before, “I mean, if you’re into pain or just want to feel something shocking, pun intended, he could bring some of his electricity to his hands.”
Jiro turns her head to raise a brow at your words, starting to laugh at you a bit. “Seriously? Are you a masochist or something? That’s not where my train of thought went,” she teases. You laugh at her words, seeing the other girls giggle along with Jiro.
“I’m just saying. If your partner’s quirk can be used in bed, you should do it,” you finish with your explanation. You think for another moment before a new smirk creeps up onto your face. “I’m surprised you’d say him, Jiro. You’re always teasing and poking fun at him,” you tease, knowing good and well that she likes him.
She turns back around but you didn’t need her facing you for you to know she’s blushing. “Who’s next?” she asks, wanting to get the attention off of herself.
Now Kaminari is the one who pulls away from the wall to do a happy jig. The boys, once again, roll their eyes at this. “This is so lame,” Mineta complains but makes no move to get away from the wall.
“Aww, she’s delusional too,” Aoyama coos, feeling bad for the girl.
“You can say that again,” Bakugo mumbles.
“You all are disgusting perverts who don’t belong in class 1-A,” Iida claims, grabbing his bag and going to leave. This is when most of the boys against the wall smile evilly.
“Someone just said your name,” Mineta singsongs.
“Which is just absurd,” Aoyama adds.
Iida pauses in his spot, his hands clenching and unclenching by his sides. “Who?” he asks quietly, his face growing red.
“Come listen to find out,” Kaminari snaps before shushing everyone to go back to listening. Iida sighs and slowly walks over to the wall before pressing his ear to it. He feels so dirty for listening to this but they’re talking about him in such a derogatory way! He deserves to know what is being said about him!
Deku is honestly surprised that Iida gave in so easily and is now listening in on the girls with the rest of them. He turns his eyes to Todoroki who is still changing. At least he’s being respectable of the girls.
“Okay, Yaoyorozu. Your turn!” you happily squeal at Jiro’s question, deciding to remove your undershirt altogether since it’s soaked with sweat. She scoffs and shakes her head.
“There’s no way I’m participating in this conversation.” You pout and start to move towards her with round eyes.
“C’mon! It’s just us girls! We won’t tell anyone!” you promise. You smile when she huffs and goes quiet, thinking about her answer longer than the other girls did.
“Iida,” she says softly, a ruby red blush on her cheeks. Your eyes widen at this, your response coming out a bit rushed.
“Wait, what? Seriously?” you ask unbelievingly. She scoffs violently and starts to glare at you.
“What? You agree with their answers but not mine?” she snaps, offended. Your eyes widen even more at her attitude before shaking your head.
“No! No, of course not! I get why you said Iida! He’s incredibly smart and I’m sure he knows basically everything there is to know about the human body. He’d be able to please someone in his sleep!” you reassure with a grin. Yaoyorozu relaxes at this and feels herself smile a bit.
“That’s what I was thinking. I’m not sure if I would personally want to have sex with him but out of the dumbos in our class, he’d be the best, I think,” she further explains her answer.
Iida is beyond red at this. You two think this about him? That’s so embarrassing!
“Nice, Iida,” Kirishima congratulates and pats his back. Deku is, once again, confused and asks what was said. Mineta huffs and explains what you two said before declaring, “If you want to know so badly what is being said, just come listen!”
Deku shakes his head and blushes, trying to not imagine what’s on the other side of the wall. “No way! I agree with what Iida said earlier! That’s invading their privacy!” he complains, crossing his arms over his chest. Mineta goes to reply when Bakugo steps in.
“Oh yeah? Then I guess you don’t want to know what pink cheeks is about to say,” he basically growls. And just like that, Deku’s resolve disappears into nothingness as he walks over to the wall to listen in.
“Alright, Uraraka! You’re up next!” Her eyes widen to the size of saucers as she shakes her head, the darkest blush yet crawling up her neck to spread across her face.
“No way! That’s beyond embarrassing! I’d rather die by the hands of a villain!” she says dramatically. You snort at this, picking up your button-up shirt to slip your arms through.
“Oh, c’mon, Uraraka! We all know who you are going to say!” you tease, throwing your tie at her. She scoffs a bit and shakes her head, putting her hands to her face to attempt to hide herself.
“I wasn’t going to say Deku!” she argues. Her hands fly away from her face with a gasp before quickly slapping back to her mouth. You smirk evilly and raise a brow at her.
“Oh, Deku? He wasn’t at all who I was thinking,” you start sarcastically. “Why would I say him? It’s not like you have the fattest crush the size of the earth on him or anything.” She huffs again, shaking her head violently which causes her brown hair to fly around her head.
“It’s not that big!” she denies, but she made a mistake.
“Oh? So, you don’t deny you like him then. It must be bigger than that then. How about the sun?” you tease. She shakes her head, a pout coming to her face.
“C’mon, (Y/n). Lighten up on the poor girl!” Hagakure says as she comes over to Uraraka to, what you assume, comfort her. You sigh and put your hands up in defeat.
“Sorry, sorry. I’m just saying this because I know he likes you too,” you reassure the flustered girl. She looks back over to you with a frown, reaching up to play with her hair.
“That’s not true. He’s so strong and powerful! He could end up getting any girl he wanted!” she argues. You hum in disagreement as you shake your head.
“He couldn’t get me,” you argue. She goes to say something when Jiro also speaks up her opinion.
“Not me either. I see him as a kid. He’s so pure,” she agrees with you. After that, all the girls start chiming in.
“He has too much of a babyface for me,” Mina adds.
“I basically see him as a little brother,” Yaoyorozu says.
“Midoriya isn’t my type,” Hagakure voices.
You all then look at Tsu, your brow raising at her. “Well, I obviously don’t like him like that. I’m asexual. I don’t want to think about having sex with any of them. I’m just here to listen,” she explains. You laugh at her words and then turn to Urarake who is still frowning.
“Well, obviously none of you like him because you know that I do,” she says quietly. To reassure her more, you decide to add a bit more.
“Also not true. He’s too short for my liking,” you say a bit playfully. They know you’re not shallow enough to decide to like someone or not based on their height alone but you were just trying to make her feel better.
“He’s perfect to me,” she whispers, blushing as she stares down at her uniform.
All of the boys are shocked to hear this declaration of feelings, slowly turning to look at Deku. He’s as red as humanly possible, his body shaking a bit. Most of the boys start to quietly cheer for him and pat him on the back. They all know how much he likes her, so they are happy to hear that she likes him back, even if they all already knew this since it’s so obvious.
“This is getting super lame. Everyone in there is stupid,” Bakugo growls, angry that Deku gets the girl of his dreams while his is blabbering about everyone else being good at sex except for him.
They go back to listening when the girls move on to the next girl.
“Hagakure, your turn. Yours is also pretty obvious,” you say, finishing with your buttons on your shirt. You can only assume she’s blushing by how hard she’s stuttering.
“No, it’s not,” she stutters out.
You snort and walk over to pick your tie up off the floor. “Oh? So, you’re telling me you don’t like Ojiro?” you coo teasingly. Her sleeves move inward, letting you know she’s playing with her hands.
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. The world will never know,” she replies quickly.
“Right, right. You two should just go out already,” you tease.
Everyone now congratulates Ojiro on his girl confessing her feelings. He’s been quiet this entire time and was honestly only here to hear her response to the question. “C’mon, guys. She didn’t even confirm she likes me,” he basically whines.
“Girls teasing another girl about a ‘possible’ crush means she likes you,” Kaminari reassures, patting his back last. Ojiro blushes and covers his face before focusing back on changing. He’s heard who he wants to hear from.
Bakugo hasn’t though and he’s about to lose his mind. ‘I swear on everything if she says Deku or Todoroki, I’m going to kill him,’ Bakugo snidely thinks.
Todoroki went as slow as he could but now he’s fully dressed in his uniform and is just standing in front of his closed locker. Why did you have to go last? He just wants to hear your answer, act unbothered when you don’t say him, and then leave.
He turns towards the door with an almost silent sigh, deciding he’ll skip the first two steps and go right to the last step. He’s almost to the door when Mineta gasps and calls out to him quietly.
“Todoroki! Come here!” he whisper-shouts, waving him over violently. Todoroki sighs and walks over to the short male, eyes going wide when the boy tugs him forward and pushes him against the wall.
“What-” Todoroki goes to question the bubble-head when said bubble-head shushes him and presses his ear to the wall again.
“Okay, (Y/n). We all went,” Mina says with a smirk.
“Yeah, no more stalling,” Jiro teases.
You snort and raise your brow up at the two. “Seriously? You think that I had to wait for you all to go to figure out my answer?”
Yaoyorozu raises a brow at this, starting to tie her tie as she speaks. “You already know your answer?” she asks incredulously. You smile widely and nod your head, standing and leaning against the closed locker next to yours as you start to tie your tie.
“Of course I do. You all are delusional if you don’t have one of two answers,” you joke. You pause for dramatic effect, the girls starting to whine and groan their complaints when you don’t say your answer.
“Todoroki,” you singsong his name, looking around at all of their reactions. You giggle as they process this information and slowly agree.
“Makes sense. He is one of the most powerful,” Yaoyorozu says slowly. You grunt and shake your head, laughing a bit.
“No, no, no. You’re looking at it all wrong.”
“What? But earlier you said-”
“Forget what I said! Have you seen that man? For one, he’s beyond fine. Two, he basically has more than one quirk! Temperature play, anyone?” The girls are amazed at how open and honest you’re being. Then again, at the same time, it’s not all that surprising.
After this is said, many things happen at once. The boys start congratulating Todoroki, Mineta starts crying all over again, Todoroki is beyond shocked and is a dark shade of red, and Bakugo decides to attack Todoroki.
“I’ll kill you, you bastard!” he screams, his hands starting to spark to life. Everyone gapes at his outburst and watches him lunge himself at Todoroki, a small explosion coming from his hand. Luckily, Todoroki’s quick reflexes allow him to block this with a wall of ice.
“Calm down,” Todoroki says calmly, his brows furrowed. Did Bakugo like you? Is that why he’s so upset?
“Wait! Bakugo! She said one of two answers! The other might be you!” Kirishima tries to calm him, grabbing him by his arms and pulling him away from the calm man. Bakugo pants heavily, smoke practically pouring from his nostrils.
“Oh! Wait! She did!” Mineta says quickly before the angry man can reply. Bakugo instantly shoves Kirishima off of him and walks back over to the wall.
You all pause when you hear Bakugo scream, your eyes going to the wall separating you all. All of the girls don’t even blink before returning back to the conversation. It’s not like it’s unusual for Bakugo to declare something like that.
“Wait, you said one of two options?” Mina asks. You hum and nod your head, pointing at her.
“Ah, yes I did. Good catch. The other is Bakugo,” you confirm. This makes the other girls confused and start to giggle.
“Really?”
“Seriously? That hot head?”
“Yes! C’mon, think about it!” you say cheerfully.
“I am and I wish I didn’t.”
“I’d rather not.”
You groan and roll your eyes, pushing off of the lockers. “You’re not thinking about the bigger picture! With his ego, he has to be packing, right? Plus, his quirk could also be used in bed. Imagine if he spanked you.” The other girls either giggle or gag to tease you, making you roll your eyes.
“You’re all simple-minded cretins,” you tease jokingly, making them all scoff and start throwing whatever they can at you.
“You’re the one that’s being gross! You chose two!” Uraraka squeals accusingly before laughing.
“You apparently didn’t even have to think about it,” Yaoyorozu continues before giggling herself.
You snort a bit and give a nod, picking up your bag from inside of your gym locker to look around for your perfume. “Of course I already know. Not only is it obvious but I think about it all day, every day,” you joke. The girls laugh some more, a smile stretching across your face.
“Since you’re so open and honest, what would you want them to do to you?” Jiro asks, making you raise your brow.
“I’ll share because I’m not even going to bother asking you all the same thing because all of you are too embarrassed to share.” They scoff or grumble their annoyances, going quiet when you start to speak again.
“Listen, ladies. Bakugo is a hot-head, yes. But he’s also hot,” you start making the girls gag some more. “Oh, whatever. Like y’all don’t think he’s hot too. Now, shush and listen.” You take a drink of your water bottle before continuing.
“I think because of his anger issues, he’d be hot-headed in bed too. I think he’d also be into rougher things because of that. Also, with his ego, he’d degrade his partner without hesitation, seeing them as a lesser,” you explain, practically starting to drool at the thought of it, to which they all notice.
“(Y/n), you’re drooling,” Hagakure teases with a giggle. You roll your eyes and wack her arm, seeing as how it’s the only thing you can see on her upper half that you could hit besides her back.
“Don’t interrupt. Now, I haven’t answered your question yet, Jiro. So, because of what I said before, there are plenty of things I’d want him to do to me. Some things I think he’d be more than happy to use on me are: degrading, choking, BDSM, spanking-”
“Okay, (Y/n), we get it. You two are gross.”
“You really think he has harder kinks?” Mina asks curiously. You scoff and nod your head, a grin still stretching across your face.
“How could I be wrong? You know the guy,” you reply, putting your perfume back after spritzing some onto you. You then grunt and take your deodorant back out, deciding you should probably apply another layer of deodorant.
All the guys listen intently, jaws becoming slack at how open you are. All of them at least have some sort of blush on their face. Bakugo, on the other hand, is grinning darkly, excitement fluttering in his stomach. You already know that side of him so well and you haven’t even seen it before. God, he wants to get his hands on you now. He’s half-hard just thinking about it.
“Is that true, Kacchan?” Deku asks softly, looking at him with a dropped jaw. Bakugo instantly wipes his grin off and sneers at him.
“How about you mind your own business,” he snarls.
“Well, that’s only one of them. What about Todoroki?” Yaoyorozu asks curiously. You grin wickedly at her question, rubbing your hands together.
“Listen, that man is quiet but I bet when you get him going, he’ll start spewing all sorts of deliciously dark things,” you practically purr, your eyes lighting up. The other girls blush at this, trying to get the image out of their head. They aren’t blind; they can clearly see how attractive the man is.
“So, I think he’s the type of guy to just kind of go with the flow unless you really get him going. I bet he’d let you do pretty much anything you wanted as long as you’re good. If you’ve been acting like a brat though, or purposefully make him jealous, or something, then he’d snap and would go hard,” you explain, a faraway, dreamy look coming to your eyes.
“Wow, thanks for that image,” Uraraka says sarcastically.
Todoroki’s eyes go wide at your words, a cherry red blush spreading across his whole body. His blood is also going to a place that it shouldn’t be going right now.
“So, she thinks that he’s a mellow softie unless something happens? Then, he turns into a hardcore dom afterward?” Kaminari asks softly. They listen to you finish up your conversation and then leave the locker room, giggling and teasing each other on your way out.
They pull away from the wall to look at Todoroki, who appears to be glued to the wall. “Well, is she right?” Kaminari asks curiously. Todoroki snaps out of it when he’s addressed, opting to stay quiet and silently stand there.
“Aww, lame.”
“No fair! None of them said me!” Mineta sobs.
“It makes sense they didn’t say you. But why did none of them say moi?” Aoyama cries. The boys talk about that exciting moment they just experienced while Bakugo and Todoroki stand by the wall in silence.
“Oi, half and half. C’mere,” Bakugo calls quietly enough to draw him over to him without alerting the others. Todoroki raises a brow and slowly walks towards him, apprehensive that Bakugo will attack him again.
“Listen, I have an idea.”
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MASTERLIST
Part 2
Again, characters are aged up!! Let me know what you think of this!! Reblog if you liked it!!
Hey! I was wondering if you could write something about Bakugo having a sweet platonic relationship with a girl that tends to sleep a lot due to her quirk using so much of her energy. Her most comfy spot is Bakugo and he just kinda lets her. She sleeps so deeply that even if he moves or yells at someone it doesn’t wake her up. Eventually or somehow things become more romantic and not as platonic. I have the ideas but I’m not creative enough to put anything together really or add anything to it.
a/n: hiya!! of course love! i really like this idea, it’s so cute, i really wanna do enemies to lovers bc i’m a sucker for that shit.
summary: due to your quirk using so much of your energy, you find yourself dozing off a lot. your most comfy resting spot tends to be on bakugou, whether it be on his shoulder or in his lap. you’re just friends at first, but things seem to be getting much more than that.
key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk
warnings: swearing, fluff
word count: 1.3k
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Bakugou flipped the page in his notebook, his eyes glancing down to his lap. Your head rested on his leg as you slept peacefully. Bakugou was just doing some homework, finishing up an assignment that was due the next day.
You’d just come back from some training with the girls, and you were worn out. As per usual, you marched right up to Bakugou’s dorm and slumped beside him, making small talk before dozing off and sleeping for a bit.
Bakugou didn’t mind. The two of you were friends. Which sounded about as crazy as it was. Everyone was mindblown when Bakugou started hanging out with you, tolerating you, etc.
Denki was confused as to why he never yelled at you. If he said anything that you said it’d be an ‘oi get out of my face idiot.’
You were Bakugou’s calm. Whenever he was feeling upset or angry, despite wanting to handle things by himself, he always found you conveniently when he needed you.
He didn’t open up right away which was to be expected, but over time the two of you earned each other’s trust, going to one another when something happened.
That’s why Bakugou tolerated you so much. He could trust you. You trusted him. It was mutual, and those feelings were strong too. However, Bakugou was beginning to feel other things for you.
Like now, how when he looked down at your sleeping face, he admired how your lips were parted ever so slightly, your breathing slowed, and your eyelashes resting on the tops of your cheeks.
You looked beautiful.
At ease.
There had been so many times he’d seen your eyelashes wet with tears, or your lips bruised from taking a few hits to the face.
Bakugou returned his focus back to his homework, struggling to stay on topic. His eyes danced back and forth between looking at you and his homework. He was almost done, just a few more questions.
“Dammit.” He cursed quietly. But it was enough to stir you awake.
“Is everything okay?” You asked softly, your eyes barely open, just enough to stare at the design on his shirt.
“Just got confused about a problem is all.” Bakugou muttered, his eyes flicked back to look at your face. Your eyes opened a little more and you looked up, meeting with his crimson eyes.
You smiled and let out a sleepy laugh.
“What?” He narrowed his brows as he looked at you.
“Nothing.” You admired his face from your position, falling more and more for the way his spikey blonde locks fell on his face, or the way his vermillion eyes could fill with such emotion.
“You’re weird.” The corner of his lips perked upward, daring to form a smile. You wouldn’t tell him you noticed because he’d just deny it, but when Bakugou smiled, you could feel your heart melt.
You fell back asleep within minutes, Bakugou returning to his homework, trying to stay focused until he’d finished.
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The class itself was worn out from training in the gym. But class was over finally. As everyone piled into the common room after showers and changing, you found yourself seated beside Bakugou, your head resting on his shoulder as Kirishima talked to him.
You closed your eyes, your eyelids feeling heavier than they were before. And just like that, you were out. Bakugou didn’t notice, he’d gotten so used to it.
As time ticked away, Bakugou played a few rounds of Mario Kart with Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero.
“Bastard!” Bakugou yelled, taking back first place from Sero.
“Dude, aren’t you gonna wake her up? Quit yelling!” Kaminari whispered to Bakugou who was visibly angry. He moved his arm, your head moving with it. Bakugou shook his head and growled.
“Don’t tell me what to do dunceface!” He yelled again, tossing down a banana behind him which caught Kirishima.
“Awe come on! What did I do?!” Kirishima cried out, gripping onto the controller like it was about to be yanked from his hands.
Bakugou crossed the finish line for the last race and finished in 1st place. Bakugou cheered loudly, watching as everyone watching you.
You were sound asleep still, even with Bakugou moving around. They were shocked. You’d slept through one of the loudest things in the world, which could also be compared to a toilet flush at 3 in the morning.
Bakugou glanced down at you, his own thoughts telling him to make sure he hadn’t woke you up, even though he knew he hadn't. You were bundled up in one of his sweaters which looked cute.
Cute.
She looks really cute in my sweater. Hah, MY sweater.
Bakugou smirked to himself.
“That is the face of a man in love.” Kaminari joked, nudging Sero. Bakugou’s ears turned red, his face creeping upward to glare at Kaminari.
“What did you just say?” Bakugou’s voice was dark. Kaminari was overcome by fear but he repeated himself.
“I said it looks like you’re in love.” Kaminari mumbled, his body trembling.
“I’m gonna kill you!” Bakugou hopped up, immediately regretting his decision. As he darted up to go chase Kaminari around for saying that he was in love, your head fell and landed on the couch cushion.
You groaned softly and lifted your head up to see what had happened.
“She can sleep through Bakugou playing Mario Kart but not falling onto a couch cushion?” Kirishima spoke to himself, earning a chuckle from Sero.
“Katsuki?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes.
“They’re on first-name basis!?” Sero looked back to Kaminari who was smirking but running away from Bakugou.
“Get back here dipshit!” Bakugou charged after him, his hands popping from his quirk.
“He’s so in love.” Kirishima laughed. Your cheeks turned red as you turned to see Bakugou chasing Kaminari.
“Katsuki.” You spoke again, earning his attention. Bakugou froze and turned toward you. He’d woke you up by moving.
Damn.
As much as Bakugou wanted to fight Kaminari, he headed back over to you and leaned against the couch.
“What?” He questioned, facing away from you, his cheeks red from being called his first name in front of his friends.
“Leave Kaminari alone, he’s just being himself.” You stood up and stretched, glancing back at Kaminari who was thanking you silently. You rolled your eyes and smiled.
“Come on, let’s go do homework.” You tugged at his sleeve, your hand falling down into his. Bakugou nodded and pulled you up to his dorm.
“Everything alright? You’re being all quiet.” You stood by his bed. You turned back to look at him and he was standing in front of you.
Without responding, Bakugou’s hands darted to your shoulders, pulling you into a kiss. You kissed him back without hesitation, your heart fluttering with each passing second.
He pulled away and looked at you, a blush residing on your face and his.
“I can’t believe that fucking idiot was right.” Bakugou groaned, his head hanging down to rest on your shoulder.
“What?” You question, confused about what he was talking about.
“I’m in love with you, and Kaminari was the one who pointed it out.” He mumbled. You let out a small laugh and run your fingers through his hair.
“I’m in love with you too.” You reply. Bakugou leans his head back, his red eyes meeting with your (e/c) ones.
He presses his lips to yours again, kissing you passionately. You could do this forever, you didn’t want to stop, no matter how much your lungs yelled at you for air.
You took small breaks for air, but continued kissing Bakugou. The two of you migrated to his bed, forgetting all about why you came up to his room in the first place.
“You’re finally my girlfriend.” Bakugou whispered against your lips.
“Well, technically I’ve always been your girl friend.” You giggle. Bakugou rolls his eyes.
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
Bakugou doesn’t hesitate to kiss you again, and again.
prompt: “I would be a damned fool if I let you go away.”
a very fluffy encounter with the angriest pomeranian ~ enjoy !
word count: 1k
It was hard to focus on your lecture as you kept your eyes forward, fidgeting slightly in your seat. You could feel his eyes on you, the heat radiating from him skin, despite the fact that you were three columns away from him. He was still angry, still seething from the argument earlier that week; he wasn’t alone.
His staring irritated you, white noise filling your ears as you tried your best to stay calm and keep your quirk under control. You felt a tap on your leg, your head tilting towards him and raising a brow. He returned the brow lift, silently asking you to calm down. You noticed his hair softly blowing by him, quickly realizing that it wasn’t the ventilation system in the room that caused it to do so.
You gave a slight nod, your motion cut short as you heard an irritated scoff come from behind you. You kept your grip on your emotions, turning around just enough to get a good look at him. His red eyes bore into yours, his usual smug grin resting on his face as he leaned back in his chair. He kept his eyes on you as he leaned in towards Sero, putting his hand up to block your view. Sero’s eyes flickered towards you before he snickered, whispering something back that made his friend snort before concealing his laughter.
The confidence that had originally attracted you was now infuriating, your brows furrowing as you turned your gaze back to the classroom. You could feel the energy shift around you as you held in what you wanted to say. Staying absolutely still was torture, time passing incredibly slow until the end of the lecture. If you made one move you would lost it, and he knew it as he continued to stare.
Focus. Focus. Focus.
Prayers were answered as the bell rang, releasing you from the tense air as you quickly grabbed your things and shoved them in your bag. You were the first one out of the classroom, a gust of wind launching you even further as you ran until you were out of the building.
“Always running away!” His voice made you stop short, disbelief flooding your body as you turned around, seeing his figure standing at the top of the steps leading into the university.
“What did you just say?”
“You heard me, idiot. Always running away from the problem instead of solving it.” Your rage was uncontainable, the wind picking up once again then suddenly stopping. His smirk was still on his face until it wasn’t, his brows furrowing in discomfort as he gripped at his throat. Sero was right behind him, concern clouding his expression as Bakugo fell to his knees.
“What’s going on? Y/N are you doing this? Stop it!” Sero was panicking now as he watched his friend crumple completely to the ground, struggling to breathe as he kept his eyes on you. He was testing you; deep down he knew you wouldn’t, couldn’t follow through with what you were doing as your anger continued boil over. You wanted to stop but found that you couldn’t, all control lost as you struggled to reign it in.
“Y/N.” Midoriya was beside you, his grip strong as he broke your eye contact with Bakugo. Immediately he took a big gasp of air as he coughed, Sero helping him back up to his feet while you shook your head.
“I...I don’t know what happened I just...” Gone was the anger as shame creeped in. He was right, he was right and you hated it, the shame consuming you as you tried to leave. Your ability to manipulate the wind wasn’t new; but to restrict the flow of oxygen in somebody’s body? Brand new. That scared you, the fear weighing in with the shame as you turned around to run. But he wouldn’t let you, his familiar warmth right behind you as he grabbed your arm.
“Please just let me leave I—”
“I would be a damned fool if I let you go away.” It was quiet enough that the others couldn’t hear it, but it was enough for you as your breath hitched, following along with him as he yanked you towards the woods.
“We should have talked earlier, but you were too busy avoiding me. No more running and hiding.” After what seemed like forever he finally came to a stop, positioning you underneath the large oak tree. His usual rough grip was surprisingly gentle, his hands sweaty as he tried to say what he needed to say.
“Look, about our argument. I’m sorry that I accused you of cheating on me. It’s just, I saw you with stupid Deku and...” He grew frustrated, grunting as he looked away. His cheeks were flushed pink, his embarrassment obvious as you laughed in disbelief.
“I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you. But Bakugo come on; Midoriya? He’s always been like my brother.” You paused, placing a hand on his shoulder as you felt your own cheeks start to heat up.
“The way I feel about you? I would never feel that way about a brother.” Under your hand you felt his heart pick up speed, his face snapping back to yours with his eyes wide.
“Hey...” He noticed the tears that started to gather, his fingers catching them before they spilled.
“Don’t cry. The things I said...I couldn’t exactly be surprised with how angry you were at me.”
“I’m still kind of mad.” You pouted, making him laugh as he pressed himself closer to you under the tree.
“Yeah, well. However long it takes for you to forgive me. I’ll still be here. I’m not leaving, and I’m not letting you leave.” The slight growl in his voice as he pulled you close made you giggle, pressing a light kiss to his cheek.
“I love you, Bakugo. Don’t ever think that I want somebody else; because I don’t.”
“That’s supposed to be my line.” He grunted in his playful tone, his other hand caressing the back of your neck as he brought you forward.
“I don’t want you to leave me, Y/N. Like I said, I’d be a fool.” He kissed you softly, every part of him enveloping you in warmth as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck.
