"Wow you're a good kisser." You say to Katsuki as the two of you come up for air.
"Why do you sound so surprised?" He says, annoyance lacing his voice. "Did you assume I was some sexless loser?"
You roll your eyes and flop back on his dormitory bed. "Maybe."
"Let me kiss you again." He demands, pulling you back up by the front of your shirt. "Clearly I didn't do a thorough enough job the first time."
"Actually..." You say, a cocky grin spreading across your face as Katsuki leans forward to press his lips to yours. "I have a better idea." He stops mid-pucker and throws you a concerned look. He knows that mischievous lilt of your voice.
"And what's that?" He asks, his voice gruff. He's still holding you up, fisting the fabric of your t-shirt.
"You really want to prove you're not some sexless loser?" You throw him a shit-eating grin and he scowls back at you, eyes hot.
He doesn't answer you, just raises an eyebrow expectantly.
"Kiss me again...but this time go a little further south."
Katsuki's eyebrows knit with confusion. He glares at you as he tries to work out what you mean. You refuse to break eye contact as you reach down and unzip your jeans pointedly. His eyes widen as he realizes what you mean, then he smirks.
"Yeah, okay." He says, letting go of your shirt and shoving you back gently onto your back. "Just don't get mad at me when you come from just a few licks."
You make a show of rolling your eyes a second time. "Yeah, sure Katsuki."
You're almost embarrassed when he makes good on his words, but the rush you get from your orgasm combined with the image of Katsuki between your legs is just too good.
He smiles smugly as he wipes his mouth off with the back of his hand, looking down at the sticky mess he's made of you.
"So. Who's a sexless loser now?" He says, all bravado. He's proud of himself.
You ignore the question, propping yourself up on your elbows excitedly as you say: "Can we do that again?"
you had prepared yourself for a lot. maybe his mom would be strict, maybe his dad would be intimidating, maybe they’d question your intentions. what you didn’t expect was for mitsuki bakugo to take one look at you, blink, then turn to her son with the most incredulous expression you’d ever seen.
“you’re messing with me.”
katsuki clicked his tongue. “what the hell are you talking about?”
she gestured at you. “this is your girlfriend?”
you smiled nervously and gave a little wave. “um, hi?”
she looked back at katsuki. “be serious.”
katsuki groaned, running a hand down his face. “yes, old hag, this is my girlfriend. what, you think i’m lying?”
mitsuki stared at you again, then back at katsuki, then back at you. “sweetheart,” she said, addressing you this time, “blink twice if you need help.”
masaru sighed from the kitchen table. “mitsuki…”
“no, seriously! you’re so cute, so polite — what do you even see in this angry little goblin?” she continued, gesturing wildly at her son.
you giggled. “he’s not that bad.”
katsuki scoffed. “damn right i’m not.”
mitsuki ignored him. “so, what? you just… like him? like, willingly?”
you nodded. “mhm! he’s actually really sweet when you get to know him.”
mitsuki looked so unconvinced. “are we talking about the same kid? blond, loud, temper worse than mine?”
masaru chuckled. “it does seem surprising, dear.”
“i don’t get what’s so shocking about this!” katsuki snapped, crossing his arms. “i’m a catch, damn it!”
mitsuki smirked. “you’re something, alright.”
you just squeezed katsuki’s hand, beaming up at him. “i think he’s perfect.”
he huffed, ears tinged pink. “damn right i am.”
mitsuki clapped you on the back — hard enough to almost knock you over. “you’ve got patience, i’ll give you that. welcome to the family, sweetheart. you’re gonna need all the luck you can get.”
currently thinking about bakugo “it’s not that deep” katsuki.
katsuki’s got a temper that makes him more chalant than not, but when it comes to everything else the blonde is relatively…unreactive. it’s not like he tries to be that way, he just has to be. when you’re surrounded by idiots like denki & sero on a daily basis, you eventually learn to choose your fucks & allocate them wisely.
“bakugo, class 1-B’s been hogging the hero equipment—how do we train now ?”
“it’s never that deep, tape face. just go later y’dumbass”
“bakubro, i think my situationship just blocked me—“
“literally just move on. really not that serious.”
the phrase has practically become katsuki’s signature one liner. so it’s a shock when his friends make you realize you’ve never actually heard the words from his lips.
“katsuki ? and nonchalant ? in the same sentence ? you must be joking.”
mina & sero are watching outer banks with your laptop while denki & kiri glance at each other in confusion. “you’re serious? he’s never said stuff like that to you ?”
“like ever?”
“never.” you run a brush through your hair. “though i guess i could imagine him talking to you guys that way.”
“double standards go crazy” mina mumbles. “real.”
“no, guys—all hope is not lost. it could be that y/n is really rational so he never has to say it, you feel me ?”
you scoff, but denki keeps talking, “we can test this out. just get y/n to act really dramatic and see how bakugo reacts.”
sero pauses the episode, ignoring the scowl that graces mina’s lips. “fifty bucks there really is a double standard and bakugo won’t act all nonchalant.”
“fifty bucks ? that’s half my salary!”
“not my fault you work at mcdonald’s dawg. you guys in or what ?”
kiri’s quick to strike the deal on kaminari’s behalf. denki’s about to protest when the fiery blond walks in.
“disgusting. why are you all sitting around like degenerates? not you baby.”
“what happened to ‘hello, how are you?’”
“hi ‘suki.” you purr, ignoring sero. katsuki dips his head to peck your lips, a quiet ‘hey pretty’ mumbled into your cheek.
sero snaps his fingers at the display of affection. “excuse me? in front of my obx?”
“the one you’re watching with my netflix subscription?” bakugo snaps the laptop shut and mina protests with a mouth full of popcorn. you’re about to playfully defend the duo when kirishima nudges your elbow. he cocks his head towards bakugo and you understand immediately.
“katsuki,” you tug at the hem of your boyfriend’s sleeve & look into his eyes with the most tender expression you can muster. “i’m out of lipliner.”
“okay ?”
you hear a snort and you know it’s from sero.
“there’s nothing ‘okay’ about it ‘suki. i need a new one or else i’ll literally die.”
bakugo’s brows knit in confusion. “is this your way of begging me for money?” he begins to dig at his wallet and you swat his arm away.
“beg is insane.”
“i don’t need your money.” you snap. “i need my lipliner. now”
“just order—“ “now.”
“what do you mean now? it’s almost nine pm, where the fuck are you going ?”
“nowhere. i just need it.”
“do you have a fever ?” “katsuki!”
“i need it now ‘suki,” you hug your arms around his body and place your chin on his chest. “if i don’t get it right now i’m literally gonna cry.”
your lips jut into a pout. you can tell he’s about to protest so you take his palm into your own. “it’s not that—fuck. whatever. where the hell are my keys ?”
he gently nudges you off him before grabbing the car keys off the front table, a string of grumbles leaving his lips as he sets out on the side quest regardless. he shuts the door behind him & suddenly the room buzzes back to life.
“y/n your pussy cannot be that good.”
“literally what i’m saying bro.”
“ho did you use rose quartz on him ??”
“i always knew you were a witch for real.”
“this whole interaction just piss me off.”
“i’m going home. denki and kiri, you owe me fifty bucks each.”
“EACH ?”
( bonus )
it’s nearly half an hour later & katsuki isn’t back so you’re starting to get worried. sero and the gang have already left, leaving you to deal with the growing anxiety by yourself. you finally decided to text your boyfriend only to find he’s sent you several messages already:
I can’t stop thinking about Shouta Aizawa with his age gap girlfriend…
He always remembered, pretty vividly, might I add that when he turned thirty, one of the first things that Hizashi said to him was:
“I bet every college girl is gonna want to rip inta ya!”
That pissed him off. Yes Shouta wasn’t the dating type. But he would never and I mean never go for a girl ten years younger than him.
That was until you came along.
All he was doing, was minding his business at a bar. Until he spotted you.
He immediately recognized you as the new upcoming young model. A prodigy if I might add.
You were young, a fresh face. And just turned 21. Whereas he was about 33.
He planned on ignoring you after all, all he wanted to do was get a drink after a long day of work and you were out with a few of your friends living up your best night ever.
Until you walked straight up to him with your beautifully long legs, eyelashes that batted just right and those lips.
Your perfectly plush and glossed covered lips.
Next thing he knew, you talked him into a few shots, and then those pretty lips were perfectly circled around his cock, taking him so well.
Afterwards, the rest was history. You managed to get his number and constantly bombarded him until he took you out on a date.
And that’s how Shouta Aizawa ended up with a very young and very hot girlfriend.
And he hates to say this, he really does, but he loves it.
He loves seeing you in your tight little dresses, putting on a fashion show as soon as you get your new installation of clothes. (That he loves to buy for you)
He loves seeing you put on makeup in the morning while he lays in bed watching you lightly curl your lashes at the vanity. That he so generously built for you.
And he loves spending his money on you.
Not to mention, it doesn’t hurt having a supermodel on his arm when going out for hero events.
God, does Shouta love to show off his pretty girl.
