Bakugou had never had a real girlfriend before you. Sure, he’d kissed a few girls, gotten a handjob or two—hell, maybe even gone down on someone once—but sex? That was something he never cared to try. Not until you.
The moment he finally had you, it was over. Katsuki was insatiable. Obsessed. A damn addict. If he wasn’t thinking about touching you, he was already doing it. Sneaking into your dorm when everyone else was asleep just to have you, only to wake you up hours later for another round before first period. He didn’t give a damn if you were tired—his hands were already pulling you close, lips pressing against your ear as he growled something filthy about how much he needed you.
Study sessions? Yeah, those were a joke. He’d start with his books open, acting like he gave a shit, but the second you leaned in too close or bit your lip in concentration, they were forgotten. Before you knew it, he had you bent over the desk, one hand gripping your hip, the other covering your mouth to muffle your moans.
Skipping training? It started as an accident—one missed session because he was too busy pinning you to his bed, your fingers tangled in his hair as he lost himself in you. Then once turned into twice, and before he knew it, he was making excuses to Kirishima, shrugging off practice like it wasn’t a big deal. After all, he had a new favorite way to work up a sweat.
And in between classes? During lunch? If he could find an empty space—an unused classroom, a janitor’s closet, even the back of the school building—he was taking advantage of it. It didn’t matter if you whined about getting caught, he’d just smirk, pressing you against the wall and murmuring,
“Then you better keep quiet, sweetheart.”
He never thought he’d be this desperate for someone. This hungry. This fucking gone. But you? You turned him into something unrecognizable—something downright feral. A fucking addict.
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Warnings: slight smut, fluff, lust quirk/sex pollen, f reader x lustful Bakugou. 〤 Minors DNI
Word count: 500 (500 followers celebration)
Read part 1: 𝙇𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞, 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩
Read part 2: 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙬𝙤
“I owe you big time, don’t I”
Bakugou’s words were mumbled into your hair, right into your ear as he held your back flush against his own sweaty chest. Really, the both of you should get up to take a shower, but the drowsiness had long settled into your bodies and kept you in place. Neither of you made a movement to get clothed, let alone try and get out of bed to face each of your classmates, but you didn’t mind.
Katsuki surely didn’t.
“No, you don’t owe me anything” You obviously had more energy than him as you turned around in the bed to face him. Bakugou’s grip on your waist loosened enough for you to move, only to tighten back up once you had settled down comfortably. “I wanted to help you”
Katsuki was fighting to keep his eyes open, but the overwhelming scent of your shampoo was working wonders on subduing him. “That first impression better not stick, y’know” He protested with a scoff tiredly, his stubbornness becoming the only thing keeping his body awake. “That wasn’t fair for our first time, next time, I'll be the one taking care of you”
You smiled softly, making his heart flutter in his chest irresistibly. “You’re so tired, Kacchan” Your hand came up to cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb lovingly on his cheekbone. “You should sleep, until the rest of the quirk is gone” Your voice was so soothing, just above a whisper. Truthfully, Bakugou could die like this.
Luckily you were so close that even with his eyes fluttered shut, he could still listen to your soft tone. “Think the damn quirks already gone, made me tired though..”
Yep. Even with his damn eyes fluttered shut, he could still listen to the smirk in your teasing tone.
“...From the quirk? Or cumming too much” He wasn't too mad of course, not when he heard the genuine curiosity in your voice, but his cheeks definitely still bloomed from embarrassment. You definitely probably thought he was some weakling who came every 5 seconds.
Bakugou decided against telling you of each time he came just to the thought of you alone, long before you had arrived at his dorm.
“NO idiot! From fuckin’ you so good!” He protested, his grip only tightening around your waist. He knew you were looking at him while you giggled uncontrollably, he could feel the heat from your gaze, so he only stuffed his face deeper into your neck and hid himself in your hair. You smelled so good, you were so good, so pretty.
“Go to sleep, dumbass” He mumbled quietly into the salty taste of your skin. If he peaked his eyes open, and squinted just enough, he could make out the discoloration on your skin from all the hickeys he had used to claim you just minutes before. Even in the dark of his room, he could see them.
“I will Kacchan, I can’t just blink myself to sleep like you can” You whispered, he could feel your lips moving against his skin. As much as he cursed this damn quirk for making his weakness show tenfold in front of you, sexually, he had planned on never confessing his feelings for you otherwise. His fear of rejection was simply too strong.
This was a much better outcome.
“You’ll be here when I wake up.” Although his sentence sounded like a question, his words were more of a statement. His eyes were fully closed now, and the slow rise and fall of his chest indicated he truly was on the brink of exhaustion.
“Yeah, I will” You promised.
Now that Katsuki had you, he’d be damned if he let you go. He’d never commit to anything without giving it his all.
abt — fluff short story
cw — none
an — the story was rlly cute! its a cute and very comforting story
songs ⬎
Apocalypse - Cigarettes After S€x
My Kind of Woman - Mac DeMarco
comforting late night
❝No! How are you so good at this game!! Are you sure this is your first time?❞
You jokingly cry as you look at the big screen saying you lost. He still continues to reassure you that this was in fact his first time playing Super Smash Bros. You and Shoto were currently hanging out in your dorm, at break yesterday an interesting discussion was brought up which shocked almost everyone yet you and Shoto were too busy in you own little world as you both were sat in the corner. Games popped up and you found out that Shoto has never played Super Smash Bros. It turns out that the only games he had ever played were really old games that he and his siblings would play whenever his father wasn't around. Now knowing this, it was obvious that you had invited him to play some games that you had.
Back at the dorm, you and Shoto were hanging out having a fun time. both of you had moved from the floor to up your bed and both sat down on it, you grab the laptop that was on your bed and an idea popped up in your head.
❝Hey Shoto, want me to play some music?❞
❝Sure.❞
He agrees, you reach out for your small speaker and connect it to your laptop. As you search for some songs, you contemplate.
❛What if he doesn’t like the songs I play..❜
You sigh in panic, wondering what songs he prefers listening to. Going through your playlist which was full of songs yet you weren’t so sure he would like the ones you listen to or would it be up to his tastes.
❝I'm sure I would love whatever song you put on.❞
He reassured you. His reassurance made your heart beat faster as well as give you butterflies, that seriously caught you off guard.
❛Is he reading my mind?!❜
You thought, after making up your mind you put on your favorite song. Both of you guys agreed that it was a bit late so you turned off the game and both of you focused on the music, the song slowly starts and you start quietly singing along to it. You feel eyes on you so you turn your head to Shoto and the both of you make eye contact, both of you stare into each other's eyes as you sing. You start bobbing and moving your head slightly to the song. Shoto starts singing yet a tad bit more softer than your voice, you were taken back but nonetheless it made you smile.
You hug him from the sides and sway to the sides as both of you sing the song. The feeling of this very moment was indescribable, it was just you and Shoto, awake late at night, both singing and swaying to your favorite song while eating snacks. It made your heart feel nice and warm, Shoto was the only one that made you feel completely safe and made you forget about all your problems.
He was your safe place.
You and Shoto shift and rest your backs on the headboard of the bed, after getting comfortable you slowly stop singing and you get quieter. Your eyes shut close as sleep slowly takes over you. Shoto notices this and stretches out his hand to change the song to a more calming and quiet song, he squirms around and does his best to move your head to the pillow, concerned that you would hurt your neck if you slept like that. He lays next to you on his side staring at you with a small smile.
He leans in, looking at the lower part of your face. He soon realized how close he was as he felt his cheeks heat up, leaning back a bit he then proceeded to press a kiss on your forehead and continue humming to the song that was still playing.
He soon drifted off to sleep with his arms around you.
comforting an angry/hurt Bakugo: hugging, kissing, falling asleep together
Bakugo has never really been one to show his emotions. You rarely see it, but it breaks your heart to know when he is hurting or sad and almost impossible to reach.
- after his fight with Deku (S3 gang), he storms into the dorms seemingly furious
- you catch him sitting in the moonlight, crying silently so hard he's shaking, angry tears streaming down his battered face.
- he doesn't hear you come behind him and his first instinct when you place your hand on his shoulder is to jump back like he's been burnt
- he whips his head around with tears in his eyes and in a harsh whisper, cracked and broken, speaks
- “...jeez, I'm a bit of a mess right now, aren't I? But really, I'm ok-go back to your room. I mean it.”
- he tries to angrily push you away again, but you grab his wrist and cup his cheek in your palm. you hold his gaze and he seems to melt, his scarlet eyes mellow and soft, his singlet torn and burnt, his hands grazed but still warming as they reach up to yours
- he would exhale, his shoulders would drop and you would pull him to you, meeting no resistance as you wrap your arms around him and let him lean on you.
- it would be quiet except for his quiet gasps as he cries on your shoulder, and although it tears you apart it gives you comfort to know he has someone to be with him through his pain - you
- when he's done he would slump against you, exhausted, and you two would sit shoulder to shoulder, staring out the windows of the dorms at the city skyline.
- it would be silent until you look at him and catch him staring at you, and he gives you a grin- a small, tired one, but it fills your heart and he suddenly grabs you and pulls you in for a messy, full kiss
- it is just a kiss but his hands hold your neck and back and you know it is a silent thankyou. you don't mind- you'd do it all again for katsuki.
- he gets up, shoves one hand in his pocket and gives a surprisingly cocky grin, extending the other hand to you on the floor. you let him pull you up and you hold his arm as you walk back to the rooms together, meandering slowly but laughing
"Come on, you wouldn't just kiss me for no reason, Bakugou"
"To be honest, Y/N, it was before you would say something stupid and ruin the moment”
"Me? You’re the crybaby!"
“Crying isn't that bad...especially...when you're here”
- you blush. he looks at you with something deeper and softer than before, and both of you silently count yourselves lucky in your head to have each other
Sorry it’s a bit shorter, but I’ve been trying to catch up on my school work so that I can get it done and over with and be able to get back to art and writing! All of the updates I do won’t be the 12 pages I normally post, but I appreciate those who still read my stories! I can still do any art request that people have, as that's what I do on my 15 minute breaks that I give myself! Thanks! Until next time!
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Bakugou with a fem s/o with a really bad tooth ache
“Fuuuccckkk.” You moaned from your spot on the couch. Pressing the pack of ice to your face didn’t seem to do anything.
“You have nobody to blame but yourself. I got you a bite guard and everything and you still don’t wear it.” Bakugou scolded from the kitchen, ignoring the glare he might not be able to see, but knew that you were sending him.
He instead went about preparing breakfast, a task you normally would do but didn’t feel up to in your current state.
Meanwhile, you continued to wallow in the pain radiating from your mouth. It shot like lightning through your body, rendering you almost immobile while you waited for the pain medication to kick in.
The most annoying part about it was that it was true. You even paid extra to get the thinner one that fit right over your teeth after you had complained about the bulkiness of the one you previously had.
“It’s just so unattractive though.” You whined.
You had always had problems with clenching your teeth too hard when you slept. Wearing a bite guard had never been that big of a deal before, but it sure was a pain in the ass to remember it every night.
When you had started to date Bakugou, you had been wary of wearing it in front of him, often being teased about it when you were younger. You had stopped going to sleepovers early on, not wanting to hear anymore about it. If you did go, you never wore it.
When he had moved in with you, you had all but refused to wear it in front of him, resulting in many days of pain and much scolding from Bakugou.
Walking into the living room, he rolled his eyes at your figure draped over the couch. Nudging your legs aside, he sat down at the opposite end.
“Here.”
You looked up to see him holding a bowl out for you. Inside, it was filled with what appeared to be a very icy fruit smoothie.
“What, no ice cream?” You teased.
He only scoffed, picking up the remote and turning the Tv on.
“Like hell I’ll let you eat shit for breakfast. That’s should do just as good of a job of soothing the ache, and it’s a fuck ton better for you then that sugary shit.” He grumbled, digging into his own bowl.
“I love you Bakugou.” You smiled up at him.
“Tch.I love you too, you stubborn headed kid. Now eat your food.”
Headcanons
He’s really grumbly about it, but for the most part he just wants to see you get better. The thought of you in so much pain and he can’t do anything about it makes him angry, but god damn if you would just wear you bite guard!
He knows how self conscious you are about it and tries not to mention it when you do wear it. He honestly doesn’t really care that much. People have to do all sorts of things to keep their body working, and this is one of them.
“There’s nothing unattractive about being healthy and properly taking care of your body dumbass!”
Baukgou’s the type of person to really push for taking care of yourself, whether it be physically or mentally. As a hero, he knows how important having your body in top working condition is.
If he finds you asleep without it, or you pass out after a rough night of sex, you bet your ass that he’s going to shove it in your mouth, ignoring your complaints.
“You’ll thank me in the morning.”
Always keeps pain medication stocked in the bathroom should you need it. Also learns a bunch of ice recipes so that you can eat something to help sooth your pain.
Sometimes you think he goes a bit overboard, but you know it’s his own way of showing he cares. The bottom line is he just wants you to feel better, no matter what he has to do.
Warnings!: none unless you consider this workplace harassment-
The rays of sunlight broke through in shapes determined by the curtains surrounding your office window, as you sat at the very top floor in the one and only Ground Zero’s agency.
It had become a routine already, being two weeks since your first interview. Being an assistant to someone as important as Bakugou meant a lot, and even if some of your work went completely unnoticed the paycheck certainly made up for that void.
However, as the days progressed, you began to notice Bakugou acting different. It didn't come to your attention until your new coworkers started gossiping amongst themselves about him. You only happened to hear during your trip to the trash can in order to dump a small cup of coffee in that Bakugou had been interacting with the office more.
According to them, not only had he been leaving his office more, he had been doing some sort of monitoring throughout the hallways to make sure every cubicle was working without fault.
With some thinking it wasn't hard to accept the fact that this was new behavior, despite it only being so early in your acceptance in the office space, you could've never imagined the one and only Ground Zero caring about his employees.
Hell, many of his ex workers and coworkers complained that he was cold, and the type to simply shrug if someone asked to resign. You gave into those ideas, and while shameful, you began to observe those actions of his around the building you and others worked in.
At first, he would simply walk around with a scowl on his face, occasionally leaning into a cubicle slightly to check on them. Then it progressed into more common checks, and getting food during break times with you and others in the office, of course he wouldn't eat it in the same room, but it was equally unusual all the same.
You flushed as you realized you had been lost in thought, your manicured fingers resting atop your keyboard for far too long.
Thank god nobody called, or else I'm positive I wouldn't have been able to pay attention them through the phone-
Immediately, your eyes widened at seeing a tuft of spiky blonde hair peak out from a cubicle, no work was typed on your laptop, and all you had been doing was daydreaming whilst staring out the window!
Suddenly the phone rung, and just as quickly as you spaced out, you snapped out of the trance and answered the call.
“Hello. Ground Zero Hero Agency, how can I help you?” You attempted at a cheery voice, but it was obvious you felt out of it from the event a few minutes ago.
The conversation proceeded normally, everyone calling either wanted an interview with the one and only or attempted to get a job position despite there being no offers. At times there were few prank calls, but those were fun to fool around with.
You sighed and glanced towards the window again, the bright beams flexing around you as the curtains swayed with small breezes. Inhaling the smell of your small plants crowding the shelf against your laptop, you relaxed into your seat and tried to resume your thoughts from a second ag-
“Slacking off are we?”
Shit. You heard a gruff voice that could only belong to one person in the whole office. Shouldn't he be busy? Isn’t he a hero? Doesn't he have some maiden to be saving, any damsels in distress?
“N-No! I was doing my job, sir, nothing more nothing less.” You quickly snapped your head up to look at your handsome boss- no need to beat around the bush, he did have such a nice jawline.. and those red eyes-
“So why’d you sound depressed on the phone? Wasn't being cheery part of the job description, dumbass?” He smirked at you as he leaned closer to your face, which was slowly rivaling a rose petal in color.
There was no response you could form.
Was he watching me? You thought, but shook it out of your head quickly. No he doesn't care about us individually.. he must've been warned somehow by someone to be more charitable.. that's why he's been so adamant on social works in the office.
Just as you were about to stutter out a half assed excuse for your call he had witnessed the minute before, he leaned in close to your ear and gave a huff before speaking,
“Don’t let me catch you again.”
You froze and blushed even deeper, if possible, at the small tantalizing statement. As he pulled away you saw him staring at you, slowly but obviously eyeing you up and down.
“Got it?”
He smirked once again before putting on a poker face, not hearing your response, if it was considered one for you were stuttering so much you were sure not a coherent word was uttered.
Did he do this to everyone? You thought, he couldn't, right? It was illegal to act such a way in the workplace.. especially one such as big as Ground Zero’s agency!
You turned back to your laptop, confused as to how you were supposed to continue your day normally after that incident.
Maybe later I can ask if anyone has experienced the same flirtatious behavior from Katsuki.
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hfjdngnskg planning on making a part two for dis bc im vv tired rn but hoped u like it i gues :’^) schools been so hard lawd,, but anywayz lemme not proofread this because i might get too insecure and scrap it--
Somebody That I Used To Know - Katsuki Bakugou x Reader
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi
MHA Masterlist - Main Masterlist
WARNINGS: Swearing, Bakugou’s Real Hero Name, Angst
A/N: Hey, so this is my first, like, angsty angst fic. I’ve been kind of scared to actually write and post one because I really love happy endings to things, but I want to branch out and use different themes in my writing. So, if angst is for you, then I hope you enjoy! And, if you don’t like fics without happy endings, I’ll be posting a lot more fluffy and sweet stuff soon! <3
Word Count: 1.2K
His face was everywhere. On little kids’ lunch boxes, stuck onto the labels of a specialty brand hot sauce, hell, there were posters of him plastered on almost every wall of the gym you frequent. A couple months ago, you would see the blond, spiky haired head and a calming wave of happiness would wash over you. Now, just bile rises in your throat. But, no matter, you put on a fake smile and walk over to the elliptical machines like nothing, much less a poster of the Number Two Hero, would make you feel like shit. Deep down though, in the centermost part of your heart, it was fractured.
Katsuki Bakugou was it for you. In your mind, there would be no more first dates, no future boyfriends, and no problems. When you went to bed you would dream of the life you and him would have. He of course would be a star - accepting momentous awards, attending glamorous parties, and saving lives. Well, if Bakugou shined so bright, where would you be? Right next to him would be your previous answer. When he would give that speech at the hero rankings, you would be at one of those tables on the main floor, watching with tears in your eyes as he finally earns the title of number one hero after years of such hard work and effort. Glamorous parties? Your dress would match his tie, your arm would be looped through his. And, at the end of a grueling day of work for the both of you, Katsuki would collapse on the couch and spread his arms wide, letting you fall into them.
Unfortunately, Katsuki shined so brightly that he forgot you were part of the same galaxy. You told yourself that it was nothing to worry about, no biggie. Those times when he would make a beeline towards your bedroom in favor of sleep rather than your company? He was tired, he has such a tough job. He only invited Jirou to go to that concert he had gotten tickets for because she was a big fan of that band and you weren’t, so how could you even enjoy it?
Little by little, day by day the withdrawal of Katsuki from your life was like chinks in your armor that was held together by little more than a thread. Of course, that thread was effectively cut the moment he said the words “we need to break up.”
“We need to break up.” His words had a tone of indifference to them, lacking emotion. Your eyes widened as his remained level.
“Kat… Katsuki you know I don’t like when you joke around like that, it really bums me out.” You say, your voice wavering. The blonde sighs loudly and brings his hand up to pinch his nose. You know for a fact that Katsuki Bakugou only pinches his nose when he’s tired, spent… annoyed.
“That’s just it Y/N, you and I do not make any sense together.” You could think of a hundred reasons why the two of you, in fact, do make sense but your throat closed up, allowing no words to escape it. So, instead, he continues. “Look, I’m one of the most successful Pro-Heroes of all time. Number Two in the rankings, the most efficiently run agency, and so many brand deals I can’t even count them on two hands.” Still, nothing comes from you. “And you, you’re just…” That sentence triggered a nerve that Katsuki had never come close to brushing upon during the entire time he’s known you. You look up from the floor that you had been previously focusing on and let your eyes narrow and narrow until you’re sure there were flames burning wildly in your irises.
“I’m just what.” Your voice was bitter and so, so cold that Katsuki took a half step back.
“I, I dunno you’re just… you.” He says, like there’s no problem with the words he spoke. “We can still be friends since I’m going to be seeing you a lot, y’know, what with our friend groups run in the same circles.” You’re stunned, so shocked to say anything more as you watch your boyfriend- no, ex-boyfriend end a three year relationship with little more than an insult to your entire identity.
“Yeah,” you huff, “sure.”
“Say Y/N/N, what'd you say we go to that new designer store downtown? I heard they have a really cool new collection there.” Your friend, Ichika, says as the two of you walk through the city.
“Honestly,” you say, eyeing the sweating drink in your hand, “I’d do just about anything to get out of this heat.” You give her a nod as she starts leading the way, the aforementioned store mere minutes from your current location. You had to say, as soon as you came into view of the storefront, you knew you couldn’t afford anything in there. Maybe a pair of socks, you think, if they even sell them. But who says you can't have fun? So, you merrily link your arms through your best friends and prance into the store with a happy smile. It wipes off your face as soon as you see the place packed to the brim with paparazzi, newscasters, and interviewers all focused on one person.
“Woah, isn’t that…” Ichika starts to say, concern prevalent in her voice. Before you could tug on her arm to exit the shop, vermillion eyes lock with yours. His widen, yours do not as you march right out of the store. You don’t bother explaining the situation to Ichika, who was left still shocked and frozen in that expensive store. Shouts, hoots, and hollers were what you heard behind you but you didn’t bother turning around. You know how bright Bakugou shines - whatever he does is bound to get a reaction. What you didn’t know, though, was that the only reaction he wanted was from you - further evidenced by the fact he launched himself right in front of you, the scent of caramel emerging from the residual effects of his quirk. You eye him, look him up and down, and keep walking. Bakugou almost balks aloud, opting to instead grab your arm and spin you around to look at him.
“So what, I'm a stranger now? That’s how it’s gonna be?” He’s mad, enraged even, but now you are the one with indifference in your demeanor.
“Excuse me, Dynamight, I have somewhere to be. I’ll be on my way-”
“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? FIRST YOU CHANGE YOUR NUMBER, NOW YOU’RE PRETENDING THAT WE DIDN’T EVEN HAPPEN!? WHAT’S WITH YOU?” You take a deep breath.
“I remembered how much you screwed me over. Three years. I lost three years to a relationship that you deemed was a mistake.”
“I never said that-”
“You implied that. So, I’m done. You were right. You’re Pro-Hero Dynamight, ranked number two and super successful. I’m just me. You and I don’t really mesh. How I ever thought I could potentially share that light that such a star like you can give off is beyond me, because I’ve always been in your evergrowing shadow.” Bakugou opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. “Goodbye, Bakugou. I wish you all the success in the world.” You say as you walk off, feeling so free, so light. It was Katsuki Bakugou, now, who felt that ache deep down in his heart when he realized what he and the previous love of his life had become. Strangers to each other.
